Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2016 22:59:06 -0700
From: Joe L <bdslider1@gmail.com>
Subject: We Have the Summer, Chapter 1

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to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental.  This is a love story
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We Have the Summer

Chapter 1

"I'm gay!" I shout, smacking the palms of my hands firmly against the
dinner table.  "Fuck!  It feels good to finally say that!"

"Watch out!" my mom says, snatching up her wine glass.  "This set of
glasses costs eight-hundred dollars!"

"That's all you have to say to me?" I glare at her.  "I tell you I'm gay,
and you just go on about your fucking wine glasses?"  I have an impulse to
hurl my wine glass across the room, but I want this to go well... or at
least better than this.

I look over at my brother, Kel, who is just staring at his dinner plate,
pale-faced.  What the fuck is wrong with him?  I glance back at Mom, who
seems like she has something else on her mind.

I do love my mom, but I don't like her... and I don't respect her.  She's a
hippie... well, she was a hippie, a long time ago.  Actually both of my
parents were hippies back in the day.  Then, we got rich.  My dad started
an organic juice company that made us millions very quickly about fifteen
years ago.  Then, he sold the company and has since bought buildings,
apartments, stores and companies all over the country.  I don't know how
much money we have, but we're at least at the level of filthy.

We don't see Dad much anymore, and it's been that way for years.  He's on
the road all the time.  We live in a 40-room mansion in Malibu that he had
custom built, but he's only home one or two days a month, if at all.  He
chalks it up to being busy, but he could be home more often if he wanted.
He loves the lifestyle.  He loves to stay in hotels, drop hundreds,
sometimes thousands on dinner, pick up women at bars, get hookers if he
strikes out, and then he repeats the process the next night.

He makes up his absence by buying us all expensive gifts, and it works.  I
want to WANT to hate him and hold the state of the family against him, but
I like awesome shit.  I can't help it.  I'm only nineteen, so I can be
indignant later.

As for Mom, she loves the house, and that's about it.  She graciously
accepts my dad's presents when he comes home, and then she fucks gardeners,
cable men, UPS guys, and whomever else she can get her hands on.  The thing
that pisses me off the most is that she participates in community shit,
often REPUBLICAN community shit, just to get those kinds of people over to
the house so she can show off her expensive toys and trinkets.  I still
remember the woman who used to dote on me when I was very young.  We all
lived in a tiny apartment when Dad was trying to get his juice company off
the ground.  I do have memories of that time, but Kel was just a baby then.
This mother and this lifestyle is all he's ever known.

I loved my mom.  I still love that person... maybe she's still deep inside
that awful being sitting at the head of the table staring intently into a
wine glass.

"Mom!" I snap.

"Austin, you're not gay for Christ's sake."  She rolls her eyes.

"I'm telling you I am!"

"In high school, you and Hunter were inseparable, and you went on and on
about how much you loved her.  You even talked about marrying her several
times.  She was always over here, and don't think I didn't hear what was
going on in your bedroom at night."

"Maybe you should call Hunter and ask her about the pic I texted her a
month ago of me with some dude's cock in my mouth."  I fold my arms with a
smirk, and Mom finally looks up at me with disbelief.  "Well, I guess you
can't call her cuz she changed her number after that."

"Austin, how much further are you going to push this?  I'm not falling for
your jokes anymore!  I act like the concerned mother and listen and take
everything you say seriously, then you fall over laughing at how stupid
your mother is.  I'm not doing it anymore!" she sighs, taking a large swig
of wine.

"How about this?" I whip out my phone and scroll until I find a recent
dickpic.  "I found this guy on Grindr, and I sucked that dick... that one
RIGHT THERE!"  I shove the phone in Mom's face.  She glances nervously at
Kel and then pushes the phone away from her.  I look back at my brother,
but he seems not to have moved a hair since I made my announcement.

"All right, you're gay!"  She throws her hands in the air dramatically.
"Tomorrow you'll be an astronaut, and next week you'll be a Mormon."  She
can really cut deep when she wants to.  I guess I deserve that for my past
jackassery.

"What do you think about it, little brother?" I turn my attention to Kel,
but I get nothing out of him.

"Kel has some good news." Mom clears her throat.  I look back at him just
in time to see a cutting scowl and a quick shake of his head aimed at Mom.
"Your brother landed an agent!  He represents a lot of actors... not just
models.  He saw Kel's print work and said he could definitely get him some
commercials, and from there, who knows!"

Kel violently pushes himself away from the table and storms out of the
dining room.

"Hey, that's great buddy," I say, but he doesn't turn around.  "What's with
him?" I ask, turning back to Mom and her glass of wine.

"He's fifteen....  That's what's wrong with him," Mom says, finishing her
glass with one big gulp.  "Everything I do or say is wrong, and I'm fucking
stupid, apparently.  I'm taking the bottle to bed.  Just leave everything
on the table.  I'll tell Hilda to clean it up in the morning when she gets
here."  She dismisses herself casually, wine glass in one hand, bottle in
the other.  Suddenly I'm sitting alone at the table wondering what the fuck
just happened.

I stuff a final bite of chicken into my mouth and make my way out to the
pool.  I kick off my flip-flops and let my feet soak in the cool water. I
light a joint as I hear footsteps approach from behind.  It must be Kel.  I
hear him sit in a lounger behind me.

"So, you're gonna be an actor now?" I ask, not looking behind me.

"You're not gay," he says flatly.

I look back at him, realizing for the first time why he's getting modeling
gigs.  He's wearing beat-up red Converse, faded salmon-colored shorts and a
slightly torn blue and yellow-striped t-shirt.  On anyone else, that
ensemble would look fucking stupid, but it works perfectly on Kel.  Knowing
him, I'm sure it was meticulously thought about and put together.  His
formerly bony arms and legs look nicely tanned and some teen-boy muscles
are starting to flaunt themselves.  The look may also have something to do
with the adorable face and miles of wavy blond hair piled on top of his
head.

We've always been very close, even with a four-year difference in age.  He
used to be all over me constantly when he was a kid, but we seemed to drift
apart once things with Hunter got serious.  I thought it was a good thing
because he got his own friends and stopped relying on me for everything.

"Yuh-huh... am too!"  I smile, taking another deep drag.  "Why the fuck
would YOU have a problem with it?  Don't you and your friends go around
saying you're PAN?" I croak, holding the smoke in my lungs.  I hold the
joint out to Kel.  He walks over, kicks off his shoes, takes the joint and
sits down beside me.  He kicks some water around with his feet, exhaling a
large lungful of smoke.

"Good shit," he says, handing it back to me.  "I remember the way things
were with you and Hunter.  You were fucking OBSESSED with her.  It was all
Hunter, Hunter, Hunter... all the time."

"Yeah... about that.  She had that really short haircut... and about a
month into our relationship, she like... only wore MY clothes.  She never
wore her own anymore.  It was like I was dating a dude the last two years
of high school."

"The only problem with that," he says, taking another monstrous drag off of
my joint, pretty much depleting it before he hands it back to me, "is that
underneath those boy-clothes, there were tits and a pussy.  I know you
licked and sucked those tits, and I know you fucked that pussy.  I saw you
do it... right here, in this pool... many times."

"So?"

"So you come home after one year of college, and you're fucking QUEERED?
That's not how it works."

"Hey, I take fucking offense to that!  You can't say that word if you're
only PAN," I smirk.  "Fuck off," he kicks some water at me, splashing some
up on my shorts.  I quickly take a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket,
light one up and pass the pack to Kel.

"So... what?  You want me to explain to you how I know I'm gay?"

"Yeah," he shrugs his shoulders.

"Okay... well, my roommate at UCLA is gay."

"Brandon?"

"Yeah.  Brandon asked if it was okay if he brought dudes back to the room
to fuck.  I wanted to be cool with him, so I said it was fine.  They'd be
fucking right there at night... basically, right in front of me, and I'd be
getting SO fucking turned on.  I'd be jerking off and cumming HARD just
from their noises."  I take a drag off my cig and look at Kel.  He's
listening intently, dangling his cigarette over the edge of the pool.  I
can tell he wants me to continue.  "I knew I wanted to try it... just to
fucking shake off the breakup with Hunter, if nothing else."

"So you tried it with Brandon?" he asks, swirling his legs around in the
water.

"Ya.  I knew he was into me, so I set up a situation where I let him get me
drunk and he could make the first move.  He always topped the guys he
brought back to the dorm, but I fucking PLOWED him that night, and he loved
it!  And I fucking LOVED it, too!  I came so fucking HARD over and over.  I
thought about it for a long time the next day... I was thinking I would
call myself bi or pan, but I knew the truth.  When I was fucking Hunter, it
would take me a long time to get off, and I had to try really, really hard.
Sometimes I couldn't cum, and on really bad days, I couldn't even get it
up.  With the right dude, I swear to fucking God, I could cum in seconds.
I have to try to make it last now."  I take a long drag off my cig and
stare into the night sky, waiting for Kel to respond.  I don't get why he
has a problem with this.  After a couple of minutes, I continue.  "After
fucking Brandon once, I knew I would never bother with chicks again.  I'm a
fucking homo, and I love it."

"So... is Brandon your boyfriend now?" he asks, cautiously.

"Brandon and I are not what you would call... the relationship type.  He's
a dude that was deep in the closet in high school, and how he's got some
freedom and wants to plant his seed in as many guys as he can.  And me... I
love to fuck ass... and I fucking LOVE to make guys cum."  I look over at
Kel, who is just staring blankly into the pool.  "It's all I do and all I
think about now.  I totally failed all of my classes last quarter."

"So, you're just going to come back here and fuck guys all summer?"

"That's the plan!" I groan and stretch, and then light another cigarette.
"I'm kinda getting sick of college ass.  I'm all about some hot surfer ass
this summer.... Mmmm."  I close my eyes, imagining the possibilities.
"Hey, does that pool guy still come around?  He smiled at me a couple of
times when I was back for Christmas.  I've been thinking about fucking him
in the pool shed since I left school."

"Austin!"  Kel snaps me out of my bliss.

"What?" I laugh.

"I'M gay!" he blurts out.

"Really?"

"YES!"

"Awesome!  We can compare notes on cock!"  I grab his shoulder and shake it
eagerly.

"I don't wanna compare notes on cock," he mumbles.

"Why not?"

"Austin!  I'm in LOVE with you!  I have been ever since I can remember!"

I freeze for a second, letting my brain convince itself that I heard what I
just heard.

 "Bro!  I'm your BRO, bro!"  I say, wanting to playfully shove him.  I
think twice because any physical contact might be misinterpreted.

"I'm AWARE of that," he says, letting his head droop so that his hair
shields his face.

"Hey, man," I cautiously place a hand on his shoulder, "I'm really sorry.
I guess I was... a little overly affectionate with you when you were
little, and I let you do things that I probably shouldn't have let you do."

"Like what?"

"Like the hugs during hide-and-go -seek games... and when I'd let you take
a nap with your head in my lap."

"So you're saying you regret some of the happiest memories I have?"

"I'm just afraid that it fucked you up."

"It didn't... at least my shrink doesn't think so.  I'd be much more fucked
up if I didn't have any affection from anybody.  Mom and Dad both always
seemed like they were afraid to touch us."  "You saw a shrink... and talked
about jonesin' for me?"

"Yeah... for about three years."

"Dude!"  I laugh and then break into an uncontrollable coughing fit.  "I'm
not someone that ANYONE should be fallin' in love with.  Just ask Hunter."

"Can't help it."  He lights another cigarette.  "My shrink says that with
Dad gone all the time, you were my male role model, and when you got older,
you became the ideal of masculinity for me.  Once I grew up and realized I
was attracted to men, it was only natural that my desire for men was
focused on you."

"It doesn't sound like your shrink cured you."

"He said that it wasn't even that uncommon... for guys to fantasize about
their brothers, and it will fade with time when I have sexual relationships
with other men."

"That's what we need to do then!  We need to find you a boyfriend!"

"I don't want some boring boyfriend."  He stands up next to me, and I look
up at him.  "Look...  A lot of people have told me I'm hot.  I don't want
to be conceited, but I've looked in the fucking mirror, too.  We're both
here, we're both hot, we both love dick, and we both have dicks.  I'm yours
if you want me.  We have the summer."

"Dude, sit back down!"  I laugh.  "Look, Kel.  You're hot, I'll give you
that.  I'd even say that you're every gay boy's wet dream... but to me,
you're still that little tyke who ran around with a snot bubble coming out
of his nose."

"FUCK!"  He sits back down and his feet splash more water on my shorts.
"You have no idea how much that hurt."

"Sorry, man.  It's better that I tell you straight out right now even if I
hurt your little feelings.  It's not gonna happen."  We sit in silence for
a few minutes, blowing smoke into the night air.

"When we used to play hide-and-go-seek..."  I can't see his face, but I can
tell from his voice he's smiling under all that hair.  "You'd find me, and
you'd do that roar and give me a big bear-hug...  It felt like butterflies
and electricity all over my body.  I was all smiling and tingly in my
hiding places waiting for you, and I started hiding in places where I knew
you would check first.  I couldn't wait for you to find me every time."

"Now I fucking get it!  Whenever we played hide-and-go-seek with other
kids, you would always end up crying and quitting, and I never knew why.
You were jealous!  You were jealous of the other kids getting the bear
hugs!"

"Yeah," he chuckles, lifting his head up just far enough that I can see his
eyes.  "I couldn't handle not being the special one."

"It all makes sense now."  I shake my head.

"And you would stroke my hair when I would lay my head down in your lap...
That was heaven to me."

"I shouldn't have done that, but it's the only way I could get you to fall
asleep so I could watch TV in peace."

"I coulda fallen asleep without that, but I had to have it.  The feeling of
your fingers running through my hair so tenderly... fuck, I was so fucking
PISSED when I had to stop making you do that."

"Why did you stop?  Oh... you were getting little-boy boners, weren't you?"

"Yep.  I had to stop touching you and having you touch me.  It would spring
up immediately."

"Ahh dude!  You were always at my games when I was in high
school... football, baseball, swimming, tennis.  You never missed a single
one!  You were just there to fuckin' check me out!"

"Well, duh!  You were so fucking hot in your tight little sports
uniforms... I couldn't help myself."  He brushes his hair to the side and
stares up into the sky.  "What you don't know is that after you'd have a
game, I would fake getting sick the next day from school.  I'd get your
dirty clothes and uniforms... socks and underwear, and smell them and jerk
off.  One day Hilda didn't get around to doing the laundry, and I came FIVE
TIMES!"

"Dude!"  I laugh.  "I hope my underwear didn't smell too bad."

"It smelled like dick sweat... I fucking loved it!" he moans.  "I couldn't
get enough of you... and you just keep getting hotter.  I love your awesome
brown college-boy hair... I want to run MY fingers through it and have you
fall asleep in my lap... and your big brown eyes... I know I've seen love
in your eyes when you've looked at me, even if it's just love for your bro,
but I know it's there...  and look at you in that fuckin'
bro-tank... flashin' me some side-ab... get the fuck out of here with that
shit!"  He hooks a finger inside the bottom of my sleeve hole, and tugs it
slightly.  He stares directly into my eyes with unmistakable lust.  I think
this has gone a little too far now.

"I think it's time to say good-night."  I return a serious glare.

"Dude, I didn't mean–" His cheeks flush.

"I know.  It's just that I'm really baked, and I just wanna have a nice
long sleep."  I stand up and gather my stuff.

"Austin?"

"I'll see you tomorrow, buddy."

I head straight up to my room and strip off my clothes.  I plop into my bed
and stare at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do.  I can't
lie to myself.  I want the kid.  I want him BAD.  I want to fuck his
perfect ass and have him moan with pleasure.  I've always loved to make the
kid happy, and I want to make all of his dreams come true... But, I love
him.  I do love him as a brother, and I know I've screwed him up enough
already.  What if I start fucking him and I get tired of him after a week?
I've never even fucked the same guy twice before.  I don't want to let him
down, and I don't want to break his heart.  I know what I have to do.  I
can't give in.  I have to be strong and help him get over this
infatuation... That's all it is.  I'll help him get over his... and somehow
I'll have to get over mine.