Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 05:59:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Uncle Ben's Apartment (Adult Friends and Incest)

			   Uncle Ben's Apartment
				 Part One

I had accelerated three grades in school during my formative years.  I was
exceptionally bright, and I was about three years younger than my
classmates at Fordham Law School in New York.  I was graduating at the ripe
old age of twenty-two, as opposed to the average graduate of twenty-five.

When my folks heard that I had accepted a job with a prestigious law firm
in Los Angeles, with a starting salary far exceeding my wildest dreams,
they were panic stricken.  After all, I was still a baby in their eyes, and
they feared I could not survive without them in a strange, forbidding, and
ultra-huge city.  They completely ignored the fact that I was a
street-smart New Yorker.

Besides the generous salary I had been offered, I chose to get as far away
from home as possible, because I desperately needed to come out, and lead a
gay life.  I had hidden my sexual preference for years, and I didn't want
to live a lie any more. I was an only child, and my parents constantly
talked about how happy I would make them when I got married, had children,
and made them grandparents.  I didn't want to shatter their dreams just
yet, but in a distant city, I could live my life as I perceived it, not as
others did, and I could delay telling them.  I loved them dearly, but they
were driving me crazy, and I couldn't wait to move.

Uncle Ben (Benjamin Franklin Scott) unwittingly came to my rescue.  I
barely knew the man, but he became my unexpected savior.  At the time of my
graduation, my dad was forty-seven and Uncle Ben was thirty.  My dad was
the eldest of six siblings, and Uncle Ben was the youngest.  All I knew
about him was that on the day he graduated from Brooklyn College, he packed
up and moved to Los Angeles.

Nobody in the family ever talked about him, they were barely in touch with
him, and I knew practically nothing about him.  My dad had not heard from
him, or about him, for nearly six years.  It would have been expected that
my folks would have urged me to look him up when I got to California, but
they never brought up the subject, nor did they ever mention my uncle's
existence.

Imagine the shock, when my dad got a call from him on the very day before
my graduation from law school.  He said that he was staying at The Plaza,
and would be in town for a week on business.  He expressed a desire to take
the three of us out to dinner before he left.

Dad reversed Uncle Ben's playing field.  "We are celebrating Bryan's
graduation from Law school tomorrow night," he said.  "Coincidentally, we
are dining at The Plaza.  Meet us there, and I'll call and change our
reservation to four."

When we entered The Plaza, Uncle Ben was waiting for us in the lobby.  He
and my dad shook hands cordially, like two perfect strangers meeting for
the first time.  I couldn't help thinking that if I was reuniting with a
long lost brother, I'd be hugging him, and even kissing him, if not on the
lips, at least on his cheek or his forehead.  He gave my mom a peck on the
cheek, and surprised me by hugging me tightly.  I can't swear to it, but I
think I felt his package, an ample package at that.  He smiled at me in
such a way that I believed I was correct.

Uncle Ben looked more like he could be my big brother instead of Dad's kid
brother.  We were both blue-eyed blonds, and Dad had brown hair and light
brown eyes.  My dad was a couple of inches taller than me at six feet, one
inch, but Uncle Ben was just my height.  His jacket did not fit him well;
not because it was carelessly tailored, but because his muscles bulged
indecently, and prevented the jacket from lying correctly.  I too worked
out regularly to keep my sexual urges in check, and I had the same problem
with ill-fitting clothes.

The first thing Uncle Ben said when we were seated was, "I want it
perfectly understood that dinner is on me tonight."  I thought my father
would object for two reasons.  He had already decided that he was treating
the family in honor of my achievement, and the other reason was that he was
the big brother and the local, whereas Uncle Ben was a visitor.  My father
surprised me by remaining silent, and tacitly agreeing.

I knew nothing about my uncle, so I asked him what he did for a living and
what brought him to New York.  He told us that he worked for an
international banking and brokerage firm, and he was in town investigating
a possible investment for a client.  My father looked surprised.  I
realized that he didn't know what Uncle Ben did for a living, perhaps
because he was too disinterested to have asked.

Uncle Ben also seemed disinclined to catch up on things with my parents as
well.  He turned all his attention to me.  When he learned that I was
leaving for L.A. in a few days, he got genuinely excited.  "I'll have
family close by at last," he beamed at me and took my hand.  I felt like a
perfect stranger to this man, but he was acting like he was a loving uncle,
who had been in my life since I was born.  I didn't mind at all.  I liked
him, and I liked that he was holding my hand.

When he inquired as to my flight information, he gave out a little scream.
"We're on the same flight," he said.  "Tomorrow morning I'll call the
airline and see if I can get you transferred to first class with me."  I
was beginning to think that Uncle Ben was loaded, and first class sounded
good to me.  I hoped he could make the change.  Then, as if I wasn't
euphoric enough, things got even better.

"Where are you staying when you get to L.A.?" he inquired.

"I have a reservation in a small hotel on Hollywood Boulevard.  I won't be
starting work for a few days, so I'll have time to look for an apartment."

"Nonsense.  You can cancel the reservation.  I have a three bedroom condo
and you'll stay with me.  I live alone and would welcome the company."  He
gave me his card so that I would know where to ship my stuff.

I was being overwhelmed by his generosity, but I added to his last
statement, "At least until I find an apartment of my own."  I was trying to
figure out why Uncle Ben was being so good to me.  All the while he was
talking, my parents were strangely quiet.  I did't think they liked what
was happening, but what could they say?  After all Uncle Ben was Dad's kid
brother, and a close enough relative to me, that nobody would find it odd
that we were living together.  In fact, Uncle Ben barely spoke to my
parents.  All his attention was centered on me, as mine was on him.

It wasn't until the waiter came to take our order that the atmosphere
became much friendlier.  Uncle Ben asked if we would mind if he ordered for
us.  I think all three of us knew instinctively that whatever he ordered
would be a lot more expensive and gourmet, than what we would have ordered,
so we all agreed immediately.  He ordered braised grapefruit halves as an
appetizer, and rack of lamb, with roasted potatoes, asparagus, and of
course, mint jelly, as our entree.  For desert, he ordered peach-melba.  He
made sure that the waiter brought over two bottles of the finest red wine.

After a couple of glasses of wine, conversation began to flow more readily,
and things warmed up considerably.  Dad and Uncle Ben began to reminisce
about old times, and some of the crazy pranks they and their siblings had
pulled on my grandparents.  Mom and I could not stop laughing.

When we said our good nights, Dad and Uncle Ben hugged each other, and Dad
kissed his baby brother on the cheek.  Uncle Ben kissed my mom on the lips,
and he gave me a hug to end all hugs.  I was sure he might have cracked a
rib, and this time I was sure I felt his package.  I was more than
titillated.  Something was definitely going on.

"I'll call as soon as I know something about switching your plane seat," he
said, and I can't wait to see you at the airport next Friday."  He gave me
a second hug, and punch me if I'm lying.  His package had definitely grown,
and mine wasn't behaving either.

                                                  Part Two

My parents and I said our tearful goodbyes in our apartment in Brooklyn.
My departure was too traumatic for them, and they didn't want to prolong
it.  Dad sprung for a taxi to take me to JFK.  All I had was a carry-on
bag, which contained my travel documents and a few essentials, should my
suitcases not arrive tomorrow as expected.  Knowing that my luggage was
going to a safe destination, I shipped everything I could to Uncle Ben's
apartment, as he had instructed me.

I had printed my boarding pass the previous day, so I went right to the
security check point.  It took about twenty minutes to get cleared through.
All the while I searched for Uncle Ben, but I didn't see him.  I got to the
gate about an hour and a half before flight time, and about an hour before
boarding time.  The monitors said that my flight was on time.  I found a
seat, and waited patiently.

After about forty-five minutes I had to pee, so I went to the nearest men's
room.  When I walked in I spotted him immediately.  Uncle Ben was staring
straight ahead and peeing away.  I ignored the alternate urinal rule, and
stood next to him.  He glanced over and saw me.

"Hi Bryan," he said, and proceeded to check me out.  I had felt his package
and was curious myself, so I checked him out also.  I couldn't tell how
long he was, since not all of him came through his fly, but he sure was fat
around.  He had the kind of cock I wanted to hold and fondle.  It was uncut
and I wondered at that.  My dad was uncut also, but I was circumcised.

I wasn't as fat around as Uncle Ben, but I was well hung and hefty enough.
The limited number of guys I had previously had sex with, were all
satisfied with what I had to offer them.  We finished our business and went
back together to the waiting area.

As soon as we were comfortably seated, I thanked Uncle Ben for getting me
into first class.  He smiled, put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed
me tight.  I loved the sensation that created in me, but at the same time I
was uncomfortable, because we were in a public place, and we looked like
contemporaries, not like an uncle and his nephew.

I had a million questions I wanted to ask my benefactor, but just then the
squawk box announced that first class passengers, the airline's frequent
flier customers, and persons with special needs, could board the plane.  I
decided to hold all my questions until we were airborne.  After all, the
flight was five hours long.

As soon as we were seated and our carry-ons were stowed in the overhead
bin, the flight attendant came over to take our drink order.  She was a
woman in her late thirties, still quite pretty and comely.

"All the cute, young male attendants are in coach," Uncle Ben complained.
"Maybe next time I'll fly coach or business class," and he started to
laugh.  I, of course, was speechless.  That's what a gay man might say.  I
decided to let it slide.

Instead I asked, "Uncle Ben, why did you go to L.A., and leave a large
loving family, when you were so young?"  I was dying to know.

My uncle smiled at me and said, "Bryan, it's just the two of us now; no
family around.  I insist that you drop the "Uncle" and just call me Ben.
After all, we are closer in age, than your father and I.  I've already
decided to introduce you to my friends as my kid brother.  I want us to be
buddies."

"Sure Ben.  I'd like that actually.  Now tell me why you got out of Dodge,
better known as Brooklyn, at such a young age."

"For the same reason you did, my young friend."  He smiled at me, and I
thought he was just about the handsomest man I knew.  At this point I
wasn't surprised to learn that he was gay; he had given me enough hints.
But how did he know about me?

"You know about me?" I asked incredulously.

"Sure I do.  First of all my gaydar is impeccable, but besides that, a
little bird told me.  Shall I go on?"

I was intrigued.  "Please," I stammered.

"Even before you told me at The Plaza that you were going to work for
Barnes and Gray, I knew.  You see, your firm and mine have dozens of
wealthy clients in common.  I know every lawyer you'll be working with.
You were recruited by Ray Harmon, weren't you?"

I was speechless.  All I could do was nod my head.

"The truth now, what did you think of Ray?"

I thought for a while and then I answered.  "Well he's in his mid to late
thirties, and I found him very attractive.  In fact, my not so trained
gaydar suspected he might be gay.  I was surprised to find myself very hot
for him.  I think that influenced my decision, in addition to wanting to
get as far away from New York as possible."

"Your gaydar isn't bad at all, kid brother.  He is gay, and what's more, he
and I are fuck buddies.  That's how I found out about you.  We had just
finished fucking ourselves silly, shortly after his return from back east,
and he asked me if I had family in New York.  I said that I did, and asked
why he wanted to know.  He told me that he had recruited a young man named
Bryan Scott, who looked just like me.  When I told him you were my nephew,
we both could not believe it.


"Ray let me know that he thought you were gay, and warned me that when you
got here, he was going to make a play for you.  I told him that if you were
all he said you were, I'd go after you myself."

Ben started to laugh, and he put his hand on my cock (which was rising).
He squeezed it lightly, and threw a kiss at me.

"How'd you like to do a threesome with Ray?"  Ben asked.  "I'll set it up."

Did Ben say a threesome?  That meant he intended for us to have sex
together.  My cock was getting harder by the minute.  "I'd like that a
lot," I said, "but I think I'd like for us to get to know each other better
as a twosome first."

"I like the way you think, lovely little brother.  We are going to have a
glorious time tonight."

Once we were airborne, Ben requested a blanket.  He spread it out over both
of us, and we pretended to doze off.  His hand wandered down to my crotch
under the blanket.  He was groping at my zipper so I was obliged to help
him.  Once my cock was released from its bondage, I reached for his
manhood, which he gladly took out.  It was as huge as I expected, and when
I took it in my hand, I smiled at him to show my appreciation.

We continued to pretend to be asleep so as not to be disturbed, and we
happily whacked each other to orgasm.  Ben wiped us both with the blanket,
and we restored our cocks where they belonged.  He folded the blanket with
the cum on the inside.  He made several folds, and then used the diminished
blanket as a pillow; he dozed off for real.

As soon as we deplaned, I called my folks to let them know that we had
landed safely.  They sounded very relieved.

We had to go to baggage claim as Ben had two pieces of checked luggage to
retrieve.  While waiting at the carousel, we were approached by a very
handsome young man, no older than I.  "Mr. Scott," he called, "welcome
home."  I detected some sort of an accent.

"Vittorio, it's great to be home.  I want you to meet my nephew, but I'll
be introducing him as my kid brother, so please remember that."  Then he
turned to me.  "Bryan, this is Vittorio.  My firm has assigned him to me as
my personal driver."  Vittorio shook my hand.

He carried Ben's two suitcases, and we each toted our own carry-ons to the
car.  Vittorio put everything in the trunk of the Lincoln, and Ben
instructed me to sit up front with the driver, while he would sit in the
back.  Vittorio smiled at me, and we got underway.

"My condo isn't very far," Ben said.  "We'll be there shortly."

Every time we stopped for a red light, which was quite often, Vittorio
reached over and caressed my crotch.  By now, nothing surprised me anymore.
I slid as close to the console as I could to make it easier for him.
Finally I groped him back, which seemed to please him, because he gave me a
big grin.

He pulled up to a high rise building in Century City.  A doorman rushed out
with a suitcase caddy, the likes of which I had only previously seen in
hotels.  Vittorio and the doorman loaded our luggage on the carrier, and
the two of them steered it toward the elevator.  The doorman helped us roll
the carrier on the elevator, and left.  When we were all aboard, Vittorio
pushed a button clearly marked PH.  Ben lived in the penthouse.  I was
beginning to feel intimidated, and a little fearful.  I was way out of my
comfort zone.

We entered directly into Ben's apartment from the elevator, and I was
overwhelmed.  Surely this was a movie set.  The place was enormous, and
lavishly furnished.  We were greeted by a man and a woman.  They were
introduced to me as Mr. and Mrs. Light.  Dan was the butler and valet, and
his wife Jeanne was cook and house cleaner.  Ben told them that I was his
kid brother.  They fawned all over me.

"Put the suitcases in my room, please, Vittorio.  Bryan's stuff will be
arriving by UPS tomorrow, hopefully."  Vittorio did as he was asked, and
the Light's disappeared somewhere.

When he came out of the room, Vittorio asked, "Will you be needing my
services anymore this afternoon, Mr. Scott, or perhaps this evening?"  I
was right.  His accent was very definitely Italian.  Now another surprise;
Ben walked over to him and they embraced passionately.

"I won't need you anymore today," Ben said, "but don't worry, Bryan and I
will be calling on you very soon."  He smiled and kissed Vittorio one more
time.  Then Vittorio came over to me, and kissed me and hugged me."

"Don't keep me waiting too long," he whispered in my ear.

Ben took my hand and led me into a bedroom.  "This is your bedroom," he
said.  The room was three times the size of my room back home.  It was
beautifully furnished, and had its own bathroom.  My heart was beating so
hard, I thought it might burst.  He took me by my hand again, and led me
toward his bedroom.

"Help me unpack," he said, "then we can relax.  I'll make us a cocktail.
I've asked Mrs. Light to cook dinner tonight.  She and her husband do not
sleep in, so we will be alone after they leave."  When he said that, I
started to erect.

"I'm much too tired to go out this evening, but I promise you, we will.  I
can't wait to introduce you to gay Los Angeles.  The boys will be dying to
come home with us.  We are going to have the time of our lives, little
brother.  We both have hefty salaries, and we will want for nothing.  Does
a life of hedonism appeal to you?  It does to me."

"I haven't thought of it, Unc...I mean big brother, but I think it does
appeal to me, a lot."  My liberation, from the constraints of Brooklyn, was
well on its way.

Ben's bedroom was twice the size of mine.  In fact, the bathroom and
dressing area were probably equal in size to my quarters.  Believe me, I
had nothing to complain about.  Besides, I had a feeling I'd be sleeping
more in Ben's bed than in my own, and perhaps others would join us.  His
bed was custom built, and four people could easily sleep in it.

We unpacked, and he threw most of his clothes in a hamper, put the clean
stuff in dresser drawers, and hung up his ties and two suits.  When we were
done, he hugged me and put his lips to mine.  The kiss he gave me, was the
most passionate kiss I had ever had in my life up to that time.  He parted
my lips with his tongue and we let our tongues play with each other for a
good length of time.  Finally he broke away and said, "Come, I'll make the
drink I promised you."

For the next two hours, we sat on his terrace milking our drinks.  The view
of the city was magnificent.  As the sky began to darken, and the lights
began to appear, the vista changed, and it was nothing short of magical.
Suddenly Ben's phone rang.  He looked at it and laughed.  "It's Ray," he
said.

"Yes, sweetie, he's here ...... No you can't come over tonight ...This is
the night my little brother and I are going to get acquainted ...I know
he's my nephew, but I'm going to introduce him as my kid brother ...Yes, at
your office too ...Thank you for being so understanding ...OK ...The three
of us will have dinner together tomorrow evening, and then we'll see what
happens ... Good night, old man."

When Mrs. Light called us to dinner, I was almost disappointed that I was
giving up the view.  She made a good old down home dinner, which surprised
me; beef stew.  It was wonderful and Ben and I both had seconds.  We ate it
all, and drank red wine.  Between the red wine and the cocktail, I was
getting woozy.  That was the last thing I wanted to happen tonight.  I
wanted to be alert and get laid, so I stopped drinking.

After everything from dinner was cleaned up, and the kitchen was
immaculate, Mr. and Mrs. Light went home.

Ben grabbed me.  "We're alone at last," he said as he began to kiss me.  He
grabbed my cock at the same time.  We rushed into his bedroom, and
undressed quickly.  He took us into the dressing room and bathroom area,
which boasted a huge Jacuzzi.  He ran the water until the temperature
suited him, and then he let the tub fill.  When he was satisfied with the
height of the water, we went in and sat side by side, kissing, and stroking
our hardened cocks.

                                                 Part Three

The water jets played with our backs, and we put our asses up against them.
Then we allowed the jets to hit our pricks.  We both purred like kittens.
All this time, we kissed and fondled.  Ben started to insert a finger up my
ass, so I did the same to him.  When we reached three fingers, Ben
straddled me.  He positioned my cock at the entrance to his man vagina, and
guided me in.  It was my first experience with anal sex, and I was reveling
in it.  I came way too fast, and I insisted we reverse positions.

When his cock entered me, it hurt a little, but nothing to what I expected.
The combination of the water and his fingers, which had reamed and prepared
me, made for an easy entrance to my virgin ass.

We dried ourselves and went to bed.  We fell into a sixty-nine position,
and, even though it took a little longer, we sucked ourselves to another
glorious orgasm.  There wasn't any mess, because we both swallowed
everything the other had to offer.

We were lying side by side, kissing and fondling.  "I am so happy we
reconnected," Ben said.

"Me too."

"Tomorrow is Saturday.  The servants don't work on weekends, so we can
spend the time doing nothing but making love.  There is a hitch though.
Ray has a key to the apartment, and I'm betting he'll drop in."

"You gave him a key?" I asked.  "Sounds serious to me."

"Ray and I are kindred souls.  We have a special relationship, but I doubt
either of us will ever settle down."  Those were the last words we spoke,
as we both fell asleep.

I was still on Eastern Time and I woke up much too early.  As I started to
awaken, I felt Ben caressing my cock, and occasionally swiping it with his
tongue.

"Very nice," I murmured. "Please don't stop."

But he did stop, and I heard a voice say, "So, my pretty little associate
is awake."  I looked down to see Ray Harmon smiling at me.  He crawled up
to me, and planted a luscious kiss on my mouth.  He was totally naked.  No
wonder Ben liked him.  His erect cock was enormous, at least ten inches and
very thick.  My first thought was to suck it, if I could get it in my
mouth. I grabbed it with my hand, leaned down and managed to put about
three inches into me.  I thought I might break my jaw.  I started swabbing
it with my tongue.  Ray began to purr.  His pelvis started to buck, and he
unloaded into my mouth.  Well, now we did have a big mess.  There was no
way I could have swallowed the bucket full he had presented to me, and a
good deal of jism landed on the sheets.

"We should get out of bed, and into the kitchen now, my beauty.  Ben is
making breakfast for us."

"I've had breakfast," I said with a glint in my eye.  Ray laughed and
enveloped me in his arms.  I decided that I was going to love L.A.  We
didn't bother to put any clothes on, not even a robe.

Just as we entered the kitchen, a wall phone rang.  Ben was as naked as we
were.  He picked up the handset. "Yes?" he asked.

"This is John at the front entrance, Mr. Scott.  Vittorio Marci is here to
see you."

"Thank you John.  Yes, let him in, please."  Ben turned to us.  "It looks
like there will be four of us for the weekend.  I'd better make some more
scrambled eggs."

Vittorio waltzed off the elevator, and greeted me first, with a very sloppy
wet kiss.  Then he kissed Ray, and said, "I'm glad to see you here,
Mr. Harmon." Finally he went to Ben.  I have never seen two people kiss
more passionately.  To tell the truth, I became insanely jealous.  All
through breakfast Ben and Vittorio could not keep their hands off each
other.  Ray was paying equal attention to me.  It was very plain to see,
that I was going to enjoy a sex-filled weekend with Ray, while Ben and
Vittorio ravished each other.  Once or twice we did switch partners.
Vittorio was more delighted than I was.

Before the four of us had sex together, Ben produced several packets of
lubricated condoms.  My lawyer's brain came to a quick conclusion.  When
Ben and Ray had sex with each other (and now with me), they did not protect
themselves.  When someone else entered the picture, out came the condoms.
Ben and Ray meant more to each other than even they suspected.  The
evidence spoke for itself.

I never did look for an apartment of my own.  Ben would not hear of it.  I
spent the next two years in utter debauchery.  By day, I was a conservative
lawyer, practicing law with a very prestigious and very conservative firm.
At night, Ben and I made the rounds of gay bars, and almost every night of
the week, we brought a guest or two home with us.  We always had protected
sex, except when Ben and I were alone.

We reserved the weekends for Ray and Vittorio.  I always ended up with Ray,
and Vittorio always ended up with Ben.  What amazed me the most was that I
didn't care.  After all, I had Ben all week, and Ray was a kind and
considerate lover with a lot of staying power.

One Friday night, Ray held me very tight.  He ran his hands up and down my
back, and kissed me delicately on my mouth.  Then he looked in my eyes, and
said, "Houston, we have a problem!"

"And what might that problem be?" I asked jokingly.

"I have fallen madly in love with you, Bryan.  The thought of anyone else
touching you, even Ben, upsets me.  I'm nearly twice your age, and I don't
know what to do about it.  I know it's wrong, but I can't help loving you.
I pine for you all day long.  When I see you in the office, I want to jump
your bones.  I'm helpless, and hopeless."

Ray certainly left me speechless.  I didn't know what to say.  What could I
say?  I cared for Ray very much, but I had never been in love before, and I
wouldn't know how it felt.

"Please say something," he urged.

"I really don't know what love feels like, Ray," I answered honestly.
"Can't we just go on like we have, and see how it all plays out?"

Ray stroked my cheek.  "I guess I'll have to settle," he said.  When I went
to return the favor and stroke his cheek, I realized that he had been
crying.  I grabbed him to me in a vain attempt to comfort him, and as I
held him, soothing him, stroking his back, I wondered if this was love.

                                                  Part Four

I had been in L.A. just shy of two years, when my folks called to say that
they were coming for a visit, and would arrive two weeks hence, early on a
Saturday afternoon.  Ben's room had accumulated an awful lot of my stuff.
The evening before their arrival, we made sure that everything was back in
"my room."  Mrs. Light prepared the third bedroom, which was a guest room.
It too, had a private bath.  My folks were going to love it.  Lastly we
called Ray and Vittorio and told them they couldn't come around this
weekend or the next.  My folks were returning to New York, the following
Sunday evening on a red-eye.  That evening, after Mr. and Mrs. Light left,
Ben and I made love desperately, like it was for the last time, even though
it was only going to be a week.

We went to the airport together to meet them.  I gasped when I saw them.
Even though it was late May, and far from summer, they were dressed as if
they were going to a Caribbean resort.  They were wearing shorts, Hawaiian
shirts, sandals, straw hats with wide brims, and sun glasses.  I realized
that they had never been to Southern California before, and assumed a
tropical climate.

We all hugged and kissed, and they let me know that I never looked better.
They thanked Ben for taking such good care of me.

"I hope you brought warmer clothing than this," I couldn't hold back
saying.  "It gets very cool at night."

"Oh sure," my dad said.  "I checked the average temperatures for this time
of year on the internet.  This is for warm afternoons only."  I sighed with
relief.

We spent both weekends of their visit sight-seeing.  They kept themselves
very busy during the day while Ben and I worked, and they were very
adventuresome.  Vittorio chauffeured them around, after he dropped Ben off
at work.  One day, they went to Disney Land, another to the museums, La
Brea Tar Pits, etc.  They visited Rodeo Drive, but just window shopped.  We
ate dinner at home three nights of their visit, and Mrs. Light outdid
herself.  The other nights we took them to some of the finest restaurants
in Los Angeles.

I loved having them, and realized how much I missed them, but I couldn't
wait to get them on the plane home, so I could crawl into bed with Ben.
That Sunday we made love all night, got up, showered, and went to work
without either of us having slept a wink.

When I got to the office, Ray said that I looked like hell.  I told him I
felt sick, and he insisted I go home and take the day off.  Bless his
heart!  And with that one innocent act of charity, my life was about to
change forever.

It's a miracle I got home without incident that morning.  Every time I
stopped for a red light, I dozed off.  Honking horns behind me, served to
awaken me, and I'd plod on.  As I entered the lobby of my building, I said
a silent prayer, thanking my guardian angel that the elevator was in the
lobby, and not half way up the building.  I made a bee-line for it, and
just as I was about to push the PH button, I heard a voice yell, "Hold the
elevator, please."

A young man about my age bounded aboard.  If I was weak-kneed a moment ago,
I damned near collapsed when I saw him.  A Greek god was in the elevator
with me.  He was an inch or two taller than I, even if I wasn't slouching.
He had short, curly black hair, which lacked a laurel wreath to attest to
his divinity.  His skin was very pale, and his eyes were ice blue.  To me
that was a killer combination.  His body was lean and hard, but not skinny.
He was carrying a bag of groceries in his arms, and his biceps were
bulging.

Once he was in, he asked, "Would you press nine please?"

I pressed PH and nine, and we looked good and hard at each other.  He was
checking me out as much as I was checking him.  He had a killer butt, and I
became aroused.  I could not glean anything about his package, but if he
was looking at mine, which he was, he had to see the bulge beginning.

"Do you live here or are you just visiting?" I dared ask.

"I just moved in with my folks two days ago, and I hope I can find an
apartment quickly.  Who wants to live with parents at our age?"  I thought
it strange that he said "our" age.  I guess he assumed, as I had, that we
were about the same age.

"I just got my doctorate from Harvard.  I'll be teaching physics at USC
starting next semester.  How about you?" he asked.  "I'm impressed you
pushed the PH button."

All the while he talked, he kept taking furtive glances at my crotch.  If
this hunk wasn't gay, I was Hercules.  I intended to find out and quickly.
I stuck out my hand.

"I'm Bryan Scott.  I live in the pent house with my older brother.  He's an
investment manager, and I'm an attorney."

"My name is Dave Berg.  It's a pleasure to meet you, counselor."

"The pleasure is all mine, Doctor."  I could be as formal as he was.  "Have
you got anything pressing to do today?"  I probed.  "I'm home because I
decided I needed a day off."

"I had intended to start apartment hunting this afternoon, but it can wait
another day."  Dave looked at my crotch, and I knew we were getting
something started.

"Drop off your groceries, and come on up to my place.  I'll have our cook
make us a great lunch, and we can get acquainted."  He nodded and smiled at
me; I was overwhelmed by that ingratiating grin.

He got off at the ninth floor, and said, "Seeya in a sec."

The Lights were surprised to see me come home.  I alerted Mrs. Light that I
was getting a visitor for lunch, but I needed to freshen up a little.  I
asked her to make him comfortable, and told her that I wouldn't be long.  I
got out of my business attire, and tried to wash the puffiness out of my
face.  I put on a pair of shorts, a tank top shirt, and sandals.  When I
got out of my room, there was Adonis.  He was out on the terrace admiring
the view, and he was dressed just as I was.  I knew we both had the same
idea.  He was facing out and couldn't see me, so I decided to be really
bold.

I approached him stealthily, and when I was close enough, I threw my arms
around him, and pushed my rising cock against his roundish butt.  I was
afraid that he might object, but all he did was push his butt back against
me.

He turned his head slightly and whispered, "That feels so nice Bry.  I hope
this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

I was sure it was, and I whispered back, "I hope so too."

Lunch was delicious, and while we were eating, I casually mentioned that
Mr. and Mrs. Light did not leave until after dinner.

"My folks are at work and won't be home until after six," Dave informed me.
Maybe you'd like to see my apartment?"

"I'd love to."

We entered his apartment and I was so hot to ravish Dave, I didn't even
notice how beautifully furnished his parents' apartment was.  As soon as we
closed the door, we embraced in one of the most passionate kisses, I had
ever been a part of in my life.  I think we just stood there for a half
hour, kissing, and fondling.  I discovered that Dave was very well hung.
As we kissed, we undressed each other, and when he could stand it no
longer, Dave pulled me into his bedroom and we fell on his bed.

We took our circumcised cocks in our mouths, and we began a lusty game of
sixty-nine.  Dave came almost instantly.  It took me a little longer,
considering last night's non-stop debauchery.  I didn't want him to think I
was a wuss, and I certainly didn't want him to know that I had made love to
my brother all the night before, so I casually asked, "How soon do you
think we can fuck?"

He answered me in all sincerity.  "It takes me two or three hours to
recover.  I hope you won't mind.  We can cuddle and fondle in the
meantime."

I breathed a sigh of relief.  "That sounds wonderful to me."

For the next two hours we kissed, cuddled and fondled, and the hedonic
demon in me had an epiphany.  I loved lying with Dave this way.  I was
overwhelmed with contentment.  I wasn't itching to begin fucking or to get
fucked, to suck or get sucked.  I was happy with the status quo.  If his
folks weren't coming home later, I could have lain in his arms like this
all night. The thought occurred to me that this might be love.

Then when I thought my euphoria had peaked, Dave whispered in my ear, "I
know it's way too soon, and the last thing I want to do is scare you away,
but I think I have fallen in love with you, Bry."

I could feel his body tense, fearing that I might bolt out of his bed, but
I held him tighter, kissed him harder, and he relaxed in my arms.  After a
long silence, I murmured, "I love you too, Dave, and it doesn't even scare
me, like I always thought it would."

                                                  Part Five

We never did fuck that afternoon.  We lay in each other's arms, and had a
conversation that I never thought I would ever have.  We were actually
planning a life together, and neither of us could fathom it.  How could
this happen so fast?  A friend once told me that time was meaningless.  He
promised me, that when I met my soul mate, I would know immediately.

We got out of bed about five, and Dave told me that he and his parents were
going out to dinner this evening.  He begged me to come with them, and
bring my brother Ben.  I was sure Mrs. Light had prepared dinner by now,
and I had to beg for a rain check.

Leaving his apartment was pure torture.  We kept kissing each other, and
Dave kept pulling me back in.  Eventually, I made it to the elevator.  I
had to talk to Ben about all this.  He was always full of wise advice for
me, as was Ray.  Poor Ray, he told me he loved me, but I was in love with
someone else.  Now I did become scared.  I was confused, and needed some
solid advice.

I changed for dinner, and by the time I did, Ben was home.  He was changing
also.  I went into his bedroom.  Neither of us ever knocked.  I guess I had
a look on my face that made him wonder what was going on with me, because
he asked, "What???"

I told him to sit down.  He plopped down on his huge bed, and looked at me
quizzically, waiting for me to talk, to explain.  For the first time in two
years, I called him `uncle'.

"Uncle Ben, I've met someone.  We're in love.  I was with him all
afternoon, and we've been talking about moving in together."  I braced
myself, waiting for the tirade I expected to come.

But Ben stood up, put his arms around me, kissed my cheek, and said, "I
expected this day to happen eventually.  I didn't expect it so soon."

"I have your blessing then?"

"Of course you do."

"Uncle Ben, listen to me carefully.  My decision, impacts on you also, and
I gave it a lot of thought, even before I met, Dave.  I'd like to see you
settle down.  You aren't getting any younger, and neither is Ray.  The two
of you don't want to admit it, but you love each other, and were meant for
each other.  It's time you both grew up and realized it.  You don't have to
say goodbye to your boy toy, Vittorio, if you want to share him, but it's
time he went and found someone special also."

"My dear nephew," Ben smiled, "you're being very avuncular.  Shouldn't I be
giving you this advice?"

"Yes, my dear uncle, but I fear I grew up and matured before you did."

He nodded his head.  "I think you're right.  How am I going to let Ray know
how I really feel about him?"

"Simple.  Just talk to the man.  Tomorrow, in the office, I'll tell Ray
about Dave, and indicate that I'll be making big changes in my life real
soon.  I'll gauge his reaction."

The next day at work, Ray buzzed my phone.  "Take a break and have a cup of
coffee with me," he advised me.  We got our coffee and sat down in the
employee's lounge.  We were alone, and I sprung it on him.  My intent was
to shock him, and I succeeded.

He was more concerned with my moving out, than with my decision to be
monogamous with Dave.  "I'll miss you," he said.  "You know I love you."

"You don't love me.  You love the sex we have together."  He didn't answer
me, so I continued.  "It's Ben you really love, but the two of you are
stubborn old fools, and refuse to accept the obvious.  What a wonderful
life you guys could have together if you'd only open your eyes."

"I gotta go," he yelled, and ran out of the lounge.  I was so afraid I had
gone too far.  Maybe Ray wouldn't want to be my friend anymore.  That
thought thoroughly deflated me.  We generally had lunch together, and when
I went to inquire after him, his secretary told me that he had left for the
day.  Now I was very depressed.  I wanted desperately to call Dave and tell
him about all this, but I didn't want to reveal my sexual relationships
with Ray and Ben.  In the end I did call Dave, just to hear his voice.  It
was a great comfort to me.

Before he hung up, Dave said, "I want us to fuck each other so badly.  Do
you think we could get out tonight and rent a hotel room?"

"No need, Love.  My brother is gay, and he won't give a damn what goes on
behind my closed door."

Imagine my surprise when I got home and found Dave waiting for me in the
lobby.  "What's up?" I asked.  I didn't care who saw us.  I planted a big
kiss on his lips.

"I told my folks about us and they want to meet you, so let's get that out
of the way, and then I want to meet your brother."

My knees shook.  I realized that I was about to meet the parents.  If that
wasn't evidence of a commitment, what was?

This time when I entered Dave's apartment, I noticed how beautifully
appointed it was.  I also got a few surprises.  Dave's father, Arthur,
towered over both of us.  He was at least five inches taller than his son.
How did that happen?  Then I met his mother, Bea, who was a foot shorter
than her husband.  I guess my Dave ended up in middle ground.
Notwithstanding their Mutt and Jeff appearance, Dave's parents were an
exceptionally handsome couple.

Art pumped my hand so hard, I thought my fingers might get crushed.  His
barely greying hair, handsome manly face, and athlete's body were really
turning me on, and I had to divert my ttention to my beloved.  When Art
finally let go, Bea began to slobber me with kisses.  It was obvious that
they had accepted Dave's life style, and approved of me at first sight.  I
learned that Art was a UCLA graduate, where he had played basketball.  He
owned an upscale ladies dress shop and boutique on Rodeo Drive, and Bea was
an interior designer to the stars.  That explained a lot.

"My son tells me that you live with your brother, and you are going
upstairs to introduce David (ah, his parents called Dave, David) to him
right now.  While you are up there, please arrange a date for the five of
us to have a celebration dinner as soon as possible.  I insist on making
you two an engagement dinner, so it's on me."

An engagement dinner?  Did Art think that Dave and I might want to get
married?  I never thought that far ahead, but in California and New York,
we certainly could do it.  Of immediate concern to me, was to come clean
and tell the Bergs that my brother was really my uncle.

"I have a confession to make," I started.  "Ben is not my brother.  He's my
uncle, my dad's kid brother.  He and I are closer in age than Ben is to my
father.  He always introduces me as his kid brother.  It's an ego thing, I
guess."

"As a middle aged man," Art said, "I can empathize.  If I wasn't
twenty-eight years older than David, I'd introduce him as my kid brother
also."  Art started to laugh.  His hearty laugh was infectious.  "Go meet
Uncle Ben, David, and set up our dinner.  And Bry (they were calling me by
my nick-name already), if your Uncle wants to bring a date, she's welcome."
I decided to wait for another time to tell Art that my uncle would more
likely bring a `he.'

The surprises that day were never ending.  When Dave and I entered Uncle
Ben's apartment, I was shocked to find Ray there.  I got over the shock
quickly, and I was pleased as punch.  Did my match-making work?  I
introduced Dave to Ben as my uncle, and to Ray, as my law associate.

"We're both your uncles," Ray laughed.

"What's going on?" I wanted to know.

"After our little talk at the office this morning, Bry, the light finally
dawned.  If you and Dave moved away, Ben would be so lonely.  He has grown
so used to having you around, of having you in his life on a daily basis.
Then it struck me that I was already a lonely aging man.  You opened my
eyes to see how much I loved Ben, and how much I needed him.  I called his
office, and told him to meet me in his apartment, no excuses.  What I had
to say was more important than his work load.

"When we got here, I asked Mr. and Mrs. Light to give us some privacy.  I
told Ben about our conversation, Bry, and that I realized how much I loved
him, and prayed he felt the same."  Ray paused and Uncle Ben took over.

"I started to laugh.  I told Ray that you and I had the same conversation,
and you made me realize that I needed Ray in my life more than I had ever
imagined.  Hell, I loved him.  I always had.  We've been in my locked
bedroom making love all day until you guys came home.  I can't imagine what
the Lights were thinking."

"I'm giving notice at my rental tomorrow, and I'll be moving in with you
and your Uncle," Ray said.

"Would your folks be upset, if you moved into Bry's room, Dave?" Ben asked.

"I don't think so.  They wouldn't even mind if Bry moved into my room."

"Maybe that would be a better idea," Ray said.  "It would avoid
temptation."

"What?" Dave asked.  He was shocked by that last remark.

Uncle Ben thought fast.  "You two are stunning hunks, and we're aging
perverts.  If we lived together, we might have awkward moments."

"Oh," was all Dave could manage to utter.  "Even so, it would be fun for
the four of us to go to some of the gay night spots together.  I'd like
that."

Now I was stunned and pleased.  "Before we all go moving hither and yon, we
have to make a date for all of us to have dinner together.  Dave's father,
Art, wants to make us an engagement celebration."

"Call them, Dave, and ask them to come upstairs.  I'll make cocktails, and
I'll ask Mrs. Light to prepare dinner for all of us.  Then together, as a
family, we can plan the celebration dinner, and our futures together."

"Too bad your folks just left, Bry.  We could have asked them to fly out
for the celebration," Ray interjected.

"How would you like to visit The Big Apple at winter break, Dave?" I asked.
"You'll meet my folks and I'll have time to break the news to them that I'm
gay, and that Uncle Ben is also."

"Christmas in New York.  I couldn't think of a better time to visit."

Dinner that night was not a challenge for Mrs. Light.  She had already made
dinner for four, which in her philosophy was enough for eight.  We feasted
and celebrated far into the night, and then I spent the night in Dave's
bed, and Ray spent the night with Uncle Ben.

It was the first time since they met that they made love during the week,
and not on a weekend.  Better yet, Vittorio was not a third party....at
least, not that night.