Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2004 17:13:51 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: WHERE THE LOVE-LIGHT GLEAMS

Disclaimer: This story is not true. An resemblance between the characters
and real persons is coincidental.

DEDICATION: To all members of the USMC serving around the world and
especially those in Iraq and Afghanistan.

For all my readers: Happy Holidays and may Peace and Love be yours.

WHERE THE LOVE-LIGHT GLEAMS
by RimPig   2004

"What do you want for Christmas, honey?" my mom asked for the third time in
a week.

It was '10 shopping days' to Christmas and I hadn't informed the 'rents
what it was I wanted.  How could I? First of all, they couldn't get what I
wanted for me, even if they tried. Second, I could never tell them what it
was I wanted because they would be so shocked and horrified at the
degeneracy of their youngest son that there was a strong possibility that,
Christmas or not, they would throw me out of the house.

You see, there was only one thing I wanted for Christmas. On thing that I
wanted period - no matter what time of year it was. To have my brother,
Vincent, home and, more importantly, as in love with me as I was with him.

Yeah. You read that right. I'm in love with my own brother. I think I
always have been. I can't remember a time when I didn't love him. He was
three years older than me but ever since I could crawl, according to my
parents, I followed Vincent wherever he would go.

Now, most older brothers aren't too awfully thrilled about having a younger
brother who trails after them. Vincent wasn't like that, though. Vincent
never minded me being around. In fact, oftentimes, if I wasn't following
him around, he come and find me to see what was wrong. I had friends who
couldn't understand my relationship with Vincent. They didn't get along
with their older brothers at all. They fought with them or their brother's
terrorized them. It was never like that with me and Vincent.

I remember when I was a little kid, Vincent and I slept in the same room in
the smaller house we used to live in. Mom and Dad would come and tuck us in
for the night but as soon as they left, I'd hop back out of bed and head
across the room to Vincent's bed. He'd be holding the covers open for me as
I slid into his bed and then his arms would come around me and that's how
we'd go to sleep, Vincent holding me and me cuddling up to him. We did that
until Vincent was 10 and I was 7. We didn't stop ourselves. Our parents
kind of put a stop to it by buying a new house and giving us each our own
bedroom. We didn't want our own bedroom but neither of us wanted to try and
explain why not. I don't think either of us had the words for it. At least
not then.

As we grew older, my feelings about Vincent began to deepen and change,
just as Vincent was changing. First of all, he got tall - very tall. Six
foot four. By the time he was my age now of 17, he was already taller than
Dad. That's where he got it from, though. On Dad's side of the family, at
six foot two, Dad was the 'runt of the litter'. All of my uncles on my
Dad's side of the family are over six foot three. I guess I got the 'runt'
genes from Dad because, at 17, I'm only six foot even. Vincent is more like
my Dad in other ways. He's got the same blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes
that Dad and his brothers have while I got my mom's dark brown hair and
dark eyes. In fact, there were those who sometimes wondered if Vincent and
I were really brothers because we looked nothing alike.

They would have not made that statement had they seen us naked. There was
another 'gift' that both Vincent and I got from Dad's side of the family -
the Michaelsen cock! Long, thick and straight as an arrow. I remember, as a
kid, seeing my Dad and his brothers swimming naked at the lake outside the
cabin in the woods that they inherited from their Dad. I was absolutely
fascinated with the huge penises that each of them had. Dad promised that
Vincent and I would grow that large one day but I didn't believe him. By
the time I got to be a freshman in High School and started taking gym and
showering with other guys, I believed him! I was far and away the biggest
'swinging dick' in the freshman class - a status that Vincent told me he
held in his class as well.

Vincent admitted that to me one night when we were hanging out while Mom
and Dad had gone out for the evening. I had become ashamed of my cock
because of all the stares and the comments about it in gym class. It really
bothered me so I did what I always did when I had a problem - I talked to
Vincent. He told me he'd gone through exactly the same thing and had talked
to Dad about it. Dad had told him, as he was telling me, that the other
guys were just jealous - that they would give anything to be hung as big as
us. One thing led to another that night and Vincent and I ended up hauling
out our cocks and measuring them in front of each other. At that time, I
was 14 and Vincent was 17. He measured nine and a quarter inches and
slightly more than six and a half inches around! I was almost exactly eight
inches and about five and three-quarters inches around.  Vincent told me
that he was about that size when he was my age and that we both would still
grow more.

That was the one and only time that I ever saw Vincent's cock bare and
hard. I'd seen it hard plenty of times in the morning as we shared a
bathroom between our two bedrooms. Vincent and I saw each other with
morning wood countless times tenting out our white cotton briefs. But that
night, I got to not only see it, but see it up close. So close, that, for
the first time, I could smell it - or rather, smell the male scent of my
brother's groin. It was a scent that drove me crazy! I almost orgasmed just
from the scent of him.

For some reason, my sense of smell has always been very keen and the scent
of other males is very arousing to me. I first started to notice that when
I went through puberty. I suppose on a sub-conscious level I'd always been
aware of the scent of my brother but, as I went through puberty, that scent
would cause me to have constant erections every time I was around him!
Then, when I went to high school, the scent of other boys in the locker
room about drove me crazy. Even my own body scents could get me going -
especially when I was pounding away on my cock which I'd been doing
religiously since about age 11. As I went through puberty, however, and I
started to get hair around my cock and balls, the scents of my body became
stronger - more robust - and I was thrilled by them.

This love of the male scent and especially the scents of my brother,
Vincent, drove me to do something that I was scared to death he'd ever find
out about because I could never explain it! I used to sneak into Vincent's
room when he wasn't there, go into his closet where he kept his gym bag and
"borrow" his well-worn jockstrap. I would take it back to my room and jack
off, smelling the raunchy scents of his sweat, piss and pre-cum. I even got
off on the darker smell where the straps met the pouch and rested against
his sweaty male ass.

I had discovered the scent of my own butt while I was jacking off. One day,
while playing with my balls, my hand slid down and I began stroking the
skin below my balls - that part between the balls and the crack of my
butt. The intensely good feelings made me go further and further until I
was stroking the trench of my own ass - particularly around my hole. The
intense feelings that stroking my hole caused made me want to go further
with my exploration. However, when I tried to push my finger inside of
myself, it burned and hurt. I immediately realized that what was needed was
something to lubricate the hole. Without thinking, I brought my finger to
my mouth to wet it.  That's when the scent of my raunchy ass hit my nose. I
was gone! I practically shoved my finger up my nostril and all but
hyperventilated trying to get as much of the raunchy odor as I could! I
immediately returned my finger to my trench and rubbed it all up and down
it before bringing it back to my nose! Fuck! What an incredibly raunchy
scent that was! I was so stimulated by it, I came in less than thirty
seconds!

>From then on, I was a dedicated ass-sniffer, just another in a long line
of things that I wasn't exactly proud of, the pinnacle of which was being
'queer' and, worse, 'queer' for my own brother! This didn't stop me however
from getting off on my own raunch smells or those of my brother. I even
managed to steal his jockstrap permanently from his gym bag when he brought
it home after he graduated and it now was hidden under my bed in a small
box with a lock on it. The strange thing is that, over the years that I
"borrowed" Vincent's jock, it never seemed to get washed. It was like he
used it for all four years in High School and never once put it in the
laundry. Well, I certainly wasn't about to! I kept it purposely sealed in a
plastic, zip-lock bag to keep the scents in it. I even wore it on occasion
to add my scents to it. I could only do this at home, in the privacy of my
room, however because the mere thought of my cock and balls resting where
Vincent's had rested, had me on the rail instantly and only blowing my teen
load would get my cock to go down.

It must have been about three weeks after Vincent graduated from High
School that he came to me one night and woke me up out of a sound sleep. I
looked over at the clock and it was 1:45 a.m.

"Whaaa...the fuck?" I groaned groggily, feeling someone shaking me a wake
and looking up into Vincent's face, leaning over me.

"Wake up, bro. We gotta talk." he said in an urgent whisper.

"Do you know what fuckin' time it is?" I asked, still trying to wake up.

"I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep." he said and the tone of his voice
and the look on his face made me come awake quickly. Something was very
wrong.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, so that he was turned in profile to me
and put his face in his hands. I reached up and put my hand on his bare
shoulder as he was only wearing white briefs, as I was. The feel of his
skin, so warm and soft with the hard muscles beneath registered through my
hand and I started to get hard beneath the covers but, since Vincent's back
was to me, I felt safe at that point.

"Mom and Dad are going to have a fuckin' cow." Vincent said.

"What the fuck did you do?" I asked.

"I joined the Marines." he said and my heart sank into my gut.

"You WHAT?!" I exclaimed, sitting up.

"Hush!" he hissed at me. "I don't want to wake Mom and Dad."

"What the fuck did you do?! Why in God's name did you fuckin' join the
fucking Marines? Are you fucking crazy?! There's a fucking war going on in
Afghanistan and there's talk that we could be headed back to Iraq! You
could get seriously dead!"  I hissed back at him.

"That's exactly why I joined. There's a war going on and I feel like I need
to be a part of it. I need to do my duty to my country." he answered.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned.

It was so like Vincent. Growing up, Vincent had seen ever John Wayne war
movie ever made. I remember that three years ago, Dad had bought him VHS
Tapes of all of them for Christmas - probably the best Christmas present
that he could have gotten Vincent. My brother was extremely patriotic and
believed in "Mom, apple pie, and the Flag". It was one of the many 'proofs'
I had of how 'straight' he was - besides all the cheerleaders he used to
date. But this! This was taking things way too far!

"Look, Bro. I don't know why, I just know I have to do this. I can't sit by
and let other guys fight this war and me just sit at home safe and sound."
Vincent said, putting is hand on my chest.

I could feel the warmth of his touch which left my hard cock leaking into
my briefs. That was all I needed at a time like this! Add to this, it was
obvious that Vincent hadn't showered before he went to bed and I could
smell his musky scent which was further messing with my head.

"But what about college?" I said. "You've got scholarships!"

"I probably won't need them. Veteran's benefits and the Corps' tuition
assistance plan will probably give me enough money to put myself through
college." he said.

"You're right. Mom and Dad are going to have a fucking cow. When do you
have to leave?" I asked, scared of the answer.

"In about two weeks." he said.

"Two weeks! You're fucking shitting me! That soon?!" I exclaimed.

"SHH!" he hissed. "Yeah. Well, I've known for a couple of weeks. I just
didn't want to say anything. I wish I could just leave without telling Mom
and Dad but I wanted you to know. I didn't want to just leave
without...well...without you knowing."

It seemed like there was something else that he wanted to say but I
couldn't tell what. And he certainly wasn't saying it. He just sat there,
looking at me. I didn't know what to do at that point.  Then he did
something totally unexpected. He reached out and put his arms around me,
pulling me to him. It has been a long time since we had hugged like
this. We're not a particularly 'touchy- feely' family, if you get my drift.

At first, I didn't know what to do. Then I just followed my instincts and
put my arms around him.  We sat there, holding each other, my face pressed
into his shoulder, smelling his scent, feeling the warmth of his body and
the strength of his arms around me. I don't know what came over me but, all
of a sudden, I started to cry. I cried because I didn't want him to go. I
cried for the loss of him from my life. I cried for not being able to tell
him how I really felt about him. I cried because there was so much I wanted
to say but it was all bottled up inside me and I couldn't get it out.

Throughout all of it, Vincent just sat there, holding me. He didn't say a
word, he just let his body do the talking for him. His hands gently stroked
me until I finally calmed down. When I did, I looked up into his deep blue
eyes and could see tears in them as well. It was then he asked me something
that I never expected.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, bro?" he asked quietly.

It was like a reversal of when we were little kids. I couldn't trust my
voice yet so I just nodded. I moved over in the bed and lifted the covers
for him to get under them, just like he always used to do for me. This
time, it was my chest that he laid his head on and my arms that went around
his muscular shoulders, holding him to me. And like that, we drifted off to
sleep.

Vincent finally broke down and told our Mom and Dad after dinner that next
night. I knew it was coming because Vincent warned me so I managed to be in
my room and out of the line of fire when all hell broke loose downstairs. I
could hear my Dad yelling and my Mom crying and knew that Vincent was
really getting put through the wringer over this. Not that I blamed my
folks.  After all, I wasn't exactly happy about this either. But there was
no more that they could do about Vincent's decision than I could. Vincent
had turned 18 just before he graduated so he was legally an adult - at
least as far as joining the armed forces was concerned.

After a while, the noise from downstairs gradually died down and it was
well past midnight when I saw the door to my room open again. I could see
from the silhouette that it was Vincent. I guessed why he was standing
there. I rose up and held up the covers, indicating that he was welcome in
my bed again. He sighed and climbed in bed with me again, his head on my
chest, my arms around him. For a while, my fondest prayers were answered -
at least partially. There was a lot more that I wanted Vincent in my bed
for but there was no chance of those dreams coming true.

Without my parents realizing it, for the last two weeks before Vincent left
for boot-camp, he slept in my bed every night. It was like he wanted to
store up all the closeness that he could so that, while he was away, there
would be something to remember. At least that's the way I felt about it.
The only thing that held me together during that time was knowing that, at
night at least, Vincent was all mine - as close to me as I could ever hope
for him to be.

Finally, the last night came. He went out with some of his friends. He
wanted me to come along but I didn't want to. After all, I wasn't really
part of his 'crowd'. I wasn't part of any crowd. Oh, I was a jock, just
like Vincent had been. And I hung out with some of the jocks but I wasn't
really close to any of them. I wasn't interested in getting drunk and
getting laid. I was interested in getting good grades and getting into a
good college.

When Vincent came home, it was very late and he'd had a lot to drink,
evidently. He came to my room, opened the door and then fell, trying to get
to the bed. I heard the crash and sat up, turning on the light. There he
lay on the floor, grinning up at me with this goofy, drunken grin on his
face.

"I fell down." he announced as if this was some kind of news.

"I can see that. Maybe you should spend the night on the floor so you don't
roll out of bed and hurt yourself." I said.

"No. I want to sleep with you." he pleaded.

"Can you make it into bed by yourself or do you need help?" I asked.

He seemed to think about that for a moment.

"I think I need help." he said.

I got out of bed and helped him up until he was sitting on the bed. He
started to try and undress himself but it was quickly apparent that he
wasn't able to. I started undressing him, pulling his t- shirt off and was
bending over to unbutton his jeans when he leaned forward, wrapped his arms
around my neck and pulled our faces together.

"I love you. Do you know that?" he asked, the smell of beer strong on his
breath.

"Yeah. I know, Vincent." I said, somewhat disheartened because this was the
first time he'd ever told me that and he had to be drunk to say it - not to
mention the fact that I doubted that he meant it the way I wanted him to.

Then he did something that was completely shocking to me - he leaned
forward and kissed me, very gently, on the cheek. I could feel the pressure
of his lips and the scratchiness of his upper lip.  I was speechless. I
didn't know what to say or do at that point. I knew what I wanted to do. I
wanted to kiss him for real. I wanted to make love to him. I
wanted...well...it didn't matter what I wanted. God knows, I wasn't going
to get it. Vincent was drunk and he didn't know what he was doing. At least
that's what I kept telling myself.

I finally pulled his arms from around my neck and got his jeans open and
off him. There he was in nothing but his white briefs and looking so
beautiful. My heart was pounding a mile a minute just looking at this
young, Greek god that was my brother, my love and my whole life. And who I
was about to lose for who knew how long.

I got him to lie down and then crawled over him and back into bed. I pulled
the covers up over us and figured he's just pass out but I was wrong. He
reached out and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms and legs around me so
that we were entangled in one another and I could feel his groin pressed up
against mine. That's all it took and my cock boned up as hard as I can ever
remember it being. I was hoping that Vincent wouldn't notice, but I wasn't
that lucky.

"Mikey's got a stiffie! Mikey's got a stiffie!" Vincent sang in that age
old taunting way that children have and then giggled.

He hadn't called me 'Mikey' in years. Nobody had. At about age 12 I had
totally insisted that from that point on every one call me 'Mike' or
'Michael'. Vincent had respected my wishes and stopped calling me 'Mikey' -
until that moment.

"Yeah! Well you've got one, too!" I said.

And it was true. I could feel his huge cock, harder than a rock and pressed
up against my own rampant prick. At that point, I didn't know what the fuck
to do. First of all, while I knew full well why I was hard - being in
Vincent's arms and his groin pressed into mine was the obvious reason - I
didn't know why he was. Surely, he'd gotten laid tonight? There were at
least a dozen girls who would gladly do that for him on his last night of
freedom!

I didn't know what the fuck to do. I didn't know how to react. Vincent
began grinding his cock into me, like he was trying to fuck me. I just lay
there, not moving, basically letting Vincent do whatever he wanted to
do. Besides, I didn't really know what to do. For all of my jacking off and
fantasies of Vincent and other guys, I was still a total virgin. I'd never
had sex with anybody and wasn't really sure how I was supposed to react to
what Vincent was doing. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and began
grinding my pelvis back at him. Our cocks were sliding against each other,
separated by only the thin, cotton material of our briefs. Suddenly, I felt
Vincent's mouth attach itself to my shoulder. He began to suck and bite on
me, sending thrills through my body. I knew it would leave a mark, commonly
called a 'hickey' but I didn't care! I loved the feeling of him holding me,
biting me, taking his pleasure on my body!

Within a very short time, I felt Vincent stiffen and then he grunted a few
times and I knew he had cum in his briefs. He lay panting, his body pressed
to mine. I, however, had not gotten off and now I was left with the 'hardon
from Hell' and no way to do anything about it because Vincent had no more
unloaded his seed in his briefs and then passed out cold, basically laying
on top of me, his arms wrapped around me holding me. I lay there, totally
in love with him and completely unfulfilled.

I eventually was able to drift off to sleep but I was soon wakened by
Vincent stirring. It was after dawn and the light was coming in the window
in my room. Vincent pulled himself up off me and tottered off to the
bathroom. He left the door open so I had a clear vision of him pulling out
his massive cock and taking a long piss. Then he stumbled back to my room
and sat down on the bed again. It was obvious that he had no memory of what
had happened last night. No memory of fucking himself against me until he
came. No memory of sleeping with his body resting on mine all night.

"Bro, I've got to go. I have to be at the recruiting station by eight." he
said softly, his voice husky either with sleep or emotion or both.

The reality of the situation hit me fully at that moment and, without
thinking, I threw myself into his arms, holding onto him for dear life, not
wanting to let him go. He arms held me tightly against him and his face was
buried in my shoulder. I could feel his body trembling and now it was his
turn to cry. I could hear the soft sobs as he held me and tears were
cascading down my face as well.

"I love you, Vincent." I sobbed out, not caring in that moment how he took
it.

"I know, Mike. I know. And I love you, too. I'll come back. I promise. I'll
come back to you." he sobbed.

Then he rose up and kissed my forehead. He looked into my eyes and reached
up and gently wiped away the tears from my cheek with his thumb. He then
let go of me, stood up and - without a backward glance - walked into his
room and shut the door. I heard him getting dressed and then I heard him go
downstairs where my parents were waiting for him. I ran to the window of my
room and watched as they walked down the front walk of the house and got
into the car to drive him to the recruiting station.

That was two years ago. And for two years, I've prayed every morning and
every night for God to keep him safe. I've written hundreds of e-mails to
him and gotten hundreds back. None of them really saying what I wanted to
say to him. Mostly telling him about school and the football and wrestling
teams that I'm involved with - just as he had been. I followed in his
footsteps so well that both of my parents have been very careful to let me
know exactly how they felt about the idea of me joining the Marines - as if
I'd had any ideas along that avenue. I assured my parents that one military
hero in the family was, as far as I was concerned, quite enough! I was
proud of my brother for serving and secretly very sexually stimulated at
him being part of what I considered to be the most masculine and erotic of
all the armed services but I had no illusions about my ability to deal with
any kind of military discipline.

So here I was, facing another Christmas without Vincent and more miserable
than the last one. I'd sent packages to him weeks ago and knew that he's
received them. Vincent, for security reasons, was not allowed to tell us
where he was other than the fact that he was in Iraq. He kept assuring us
that he was safe and not in any area that was dangerous. He told me stories
about guys in his platoon and I was thrilled when he was made Corporal and
then Sergeant. There had always been a natural 'leadership' quality to
Vincent and it was nice to know that the Marine Corps recognized this.

There was still a week to go of school when I came home one afternoon to
find a strange car in the driveway and my Dad's car at home as well. I
rushed into the house and found Mom and Dad sitting in the living room with
a Marine Corps officer - a Captain Davis. I instantly could see that Dad
was upset and Mom had been crying. I instantly thought the worst.

"Dad! What's wrong, Dad! What is it, Dad!" I all but screamed.

Dad jumped up off the couch and grabbed me into his arms.

"It's okay, son." Dad tried to say.

"Is it Vincent? Is he...is he..." I couldn't get the word out.

"No, son! He's not dead. But he's been wounded. They're sending him
home. He'll be here in the next 72 hours." Dad said, holding me close to
him.

"Son, your brother is a hero." Captain Davis said. "In obtaining his
wounds, he saved the lives of five of his men. The Marine Corps has
nominated him for the Silver Star."

I looked at the Marine captain with disbelief as I pulled out of my
father's arms to face the Marine officer.

"And he nearly died! What good would a fucking medal be then?!" I screamed.

"Son, I understand how you feel..." the captain began.

"You don't understand a fucking thing! Good men dying in a war that was
started over lies told to us by our government! A country that doesn't want
us there and a war we can't win. And for what? All so that people can have
cheap gasoline to burn in their fucking SUV's!" I said.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, son. Your brother sees it as his patriotic
duty." the captain answered.

"War in a country that posed no threat to the United States? Patriotism?
Most of the world calls it military adventurism and American colonialism. I
suppose you have to tow the party line, but it's bullshit and you know it."
I said.

"Mike, please! This isn't the captain's fault." my Dad said, ashamed at my
outburst.

"How bad is he injured?" I demanded.

"His leg was badly injured in the explosion." the captain said.

"What explosion?" I asked.

"The Humvee that your brother and his men were riding in was fired on by an
RPG." the captain answered.

"RPG?" my father asked.

"A Rocket Propelled Grenade." I said. "Was the Humvee adequately armored?
In fact, was it armored at all?"

The captain hesitated.

"It wasn't, was it? Another one of the ones that were sent over without
armor. The ones that are making members of our forces scour junkyards to
find any kind of armoring to add to them because they were sent into the
war unprepared while the Secretary of Defense tries to tell us that he did
an adequate job of preparing our troops for battle. What a crock of shit!"
I said dismissively.

"What is this? What are you talking about?" my Father said.

"We're talking about the fact that Vincent was wounded because he was sent
out into a dangerous situation in a vehicle that had no armoring to protect
the Marines riding in it. Isn't that right, Captain?" I smirked.

"There is, unfortunately, some problems with provisioning of our troops,
yes." Captain Davis said.

"My son was sent out in defective equipment?!" my father had finally caught
on - and he was pissed!

"I would not term it defective, sir." the captain replied.

"Then how would you term it, captain?" Dad demanded.

"Sir, we try very hard to have no casualties in any conflict but it is not
realistic to expect that to happen. I'm sorry that your son was
injured. However, I need to point out that he is still alive and he will
recover from his injuries." the captain offered.

"No thanks to the Corps or to the government!" I said and stormed out of
the room, running up the stairs to my room and throwing myself across my
bed and crying my eyes out.

I wasn't exactly sure why I was crying. Part of it was the thought of
Vincent being hurt. Another part, to be honest, was relief. The war was
over for Vincent and he'd make it home. Oh, not in one piece but he'd be
home. I guess I also was crying because his coming home meant that all the
difficulty I had dealing with him would start again for me. Trying to keep
someone you loved more than life from knowing how you feel is very fucking
hard! I either had to avoid him (and go fucking nuts!) or I had to be
constantly sarcastic and act like I could care less about him (something
that had become far too common before he left for my own comfort!).

The wait for him to arrive home was all but intolerable. We had no idea how
bad off Vincent was.  It was bad enough that he wasn't really coming home
but was being sent to Northpoint Medical Center, the closest hospital to
our home. In fact, it was so close, it was practically in walking
distance. We weren't allowed to meet Vincent's plane because it was a
military transport and arrived at an airbase over 100 miles away. Instead,
we waited at the hospital for the ambulance with Vincent to arrive.

When it did, the sight of Vincent was a complete shock! He was gaunt, his
face showed the ravages of what he'd evidently had been through. His
greeting to us was quiet and I had the distinct feeling that this was not
my brother who had left two years ago. This was another man - and truly, it
was obvious that he was a man now. No longer a boy. His eyes were intense
and restless, constantly moving, surveying everyone and everything around
him as if watching and waiting for hidden enemies. I didn't know quite what
to think or how to act around him. It was readily apparent that our typical
'bantering' was not appropriate anymore. Maybe it never would be again.

My Father was stiff and I could tell that he wanted desperately to hug his
injured son but couldn't bring himself to do it. My mother just stood
there, grasping onto Vincent's hand and softly sobbing. Vincent, however,
kept looking at me. His stare was intense. It felt like he was looking
straight through me - like he could see everything inside of me. It made me
very uncomfortable. I tried to smile at him but the effort was wasted. I
didn't say anything because, quite frankly, I didn't know what in the fuck
to say to him! What the fuck do you say to someone you love who doesn't
know it and isn't in any kind of condition to hear it.

They took Vincent up to his room - a private one that Dad had arranged. The
doctors came in and checked him over while we waited down the hall in a
small waiting room. A young doctor, who I later learned was an orthopedic
surgeon named Carl Wilson, came and talked to us. It seems that the
shrapnel from the RPG had torn up Vincent's lower right leg pretty
badly. They had operated at a field hospital in Iraq and had managed to
save the leg, but Vincent was going to require more surgery and intensive
physical therapy. The doctor couldn't tell us if his leg would ever be
completely right again.

After we talked to the doctor, we went down the hall to Vincent's room. He
was laying there, the top of the bed raised so that he was sitting up. His
leg was heavily bandaged and raised by pillows. They'd inserted an IV in
him and there were several plastic bags of liquid hanging from a metal
'tree', flowing into Vincent's arm. There was also a mechanical pump that
the doctor informed us was morphine, which kept pain free but a little
dopey all the time. We stood around, my parents making small talk with
Vincent, all of us very uncomfortable. Vincent kept sweeping the room with
his eyes, always coming back to me. That intense stare continued to give me
the creeps. It was like I was being judged and found wanting for some
reason.

Vincent finally said that he was tired. The doctor had warned us that he
would be this way for a while, especially while he still needed the
constant pain killer. Mom and Dad said that we would go home and let
Vincent get some sleep but Vincent immediately spoke up in a voice I'd
never heard from him before. Evidently, part of the training of leaders in
the Marine Corps is the development of what is called the "Command
Voice". Vincent must have gotten straight A's in it because the sound of
him instantly made my back go ramrod straight and it was obvious that he
would brook no objection to what he said.

"Michael stays here! I don't want to be alone. I'm not used to it
yet. You're never alone in the Corps and I don't want to wake up to an
empty room." Vincent stated.

"Okay, son. I understand." Dad said. "Mike can stay here. You don't mind,
do you, Mike?"

"No, Dad. I don't mind." I said.

My Mom leaned over Vincent's bed and kissed his forehead. I thought at
first she was going to try and tuck the big Marine in, like she did when we
were little kids. I guess seeing her first-born like this made all of her
maternal instincts come out. Dad, who looked terribly uncomfortable at all
of this, reached out his hand and pressed Vincent's shoulder. Again, I knew
Dad wanted to do more, but couldn't bring himself to do it. They then left,
leaving me and my big Marine brother alone for the first time. The silence
continued for a while with Vincent and me just staring at each other.

"I thought they'd never fuckin' leave." my brother growled after a few
moments. "I can't stand the looks of pity on their face."

"That wasn't pity, Vincent. They've scared to fucking death. They were so
afraid that you'd be killed. We all were." I said quietly.

"They're still pissed at me for joining the Corps. I can tell." he growled
again, looking away. "I suppose you are, too."

"I was pissed at you for leaving. I missed you something awful. I knew you
were doing what you felt you had to do. That didn't mean I liked it,
however." I said.

"But that's just it! You didn't want me to go but you supported me
going. All those e-mails and letters from you and not once did you ever
condemn me for going." he said.

"What good what that have done? It's your life. You have to decide how to
live it. Are you saying that Mom and Dad sent you letters that condemned
you?" I asked, shocked at this because it was the first I knew of it.

"Mom did. I never heard from Dad the whole fucking time. Mom would write
these letter heaping all kinds of guilt on me for putting her through all
the worry over me." he said, and I could hear that he was pissed.

I walked close to him, standing at the side of his bed.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, bro! I never knew that she was doing that!" I said,
showing the shock at what he was saying.

He looked at me and for the first time, I saw a hint of a smile from him.

"I know, bro. I know you could never do something like that. I looked
forward to all your e- mails. They're what got me through." he said,
reaching out his hand and touching my arm.

"Oh, come on! I babbled all about high school. I figured they were totally
lame but I couldn't think of anything else to write." I said, knowing that
there were other things I could have written but didn't dare.

"They weren't lame, bro. They let me remember that there was still a world
outside beyond the war." he said, clutching my arm with his hand.

I didn't know what to say. I just stood there looking at him. He let go of
me and turned his face away.

"I was wrong, bro." he said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I was wrong about the war. It was awful. There was nothing patriotic about
it. It was just trying to survive and watching your buddies get killed and
maimed." he said, still looking away.

I reached out and touched his shoulder. He turned his head back and looked
at me.

"I'm sorry, bro. And I'm sorry you got hurt. Worse, I'm sorry because I'm
glad you did. I'm glad it brought you home and you don't have to go
back. I'm glad because you're home again." I said and I could feel the
tears rolling down my cheeks.

Vincent reached up and held my hand on his shoulder.

"I know, bro. I'm not angry. I understand. To tell you the truth, I'm glad
I'm home, too. I missed you something awful, too." he gave me a weak
smile. "I just wish I could have done it without that fuckin' Humvee
blowing up."

"Well, I'll bet there's at least a dozen girls who'll be glad you're home
as well." I said, trying to make light of the situation.

"I don't think they'll be attracted to a fuckin' gimp." he said.

"Are you kidding, bro? You're a fucking war hero! They love that shit!" I
grinned.

"How about you? Do you love war heros, bro?" he asked.

This shocked me. Especially because that intense stare was back - like
Vincent was looking down into my soul as he asked it. I hesitated. I didn't
know what to say until I figured there was only one way to
answer. Honestly.

"One hero." I said quietly.

At that he just smiled and laid his head back on the pillow, closing his
eyes.

"Don't leave, bro. Please stay with me. I just gotta get some sleep." he
said.

I reached over and grabbed a chair and pulled it close to the bed. I sat
down and then reached over and took his hand in mine.

"I'm right here, bro. I'm not going anywhere." I said.

He turned his head, opened his eyes, smiled at me and then closed them
again. I watched as the muscles in his face relax and his breathing become
soft and regular.

'I'd never leave you for the rest of my life, if you'd let me.' I thought
to myself.

I don't know how long it was but I found myself coming awake, my head
resting on the hospital bed and could feel a hand stroking my head, running
its fingers through my hair. I looked up into Vincent's eyes and I swear I
could see such love coming from them that it took my breath away. I quickly
cursed myself for stupidity! I was seeing what I wanted to see. Vincent was
just glad to be home. That's all it was. That's all it could be!

"Uhh...could you help me, bro?" he asked quietly.

"Sure! What do you need?" I asked, glad to have something to do for him.

"I gotta piss really bad." he said, starting to smile.

"Oh! You want me to get the nurse?" I asked.

"Fuck no! Just hand me that urinal over there." he said.

I went over to a table and brought him the plastic urinal back. Without the
least bit of embarrassment, he flipped back the covers and pulled up his
hospital gown baring his long, thick cock. At first I was stunned! I hadn't
seen it since that night when we were teenagers and measured them. It was
way bigger than I remembered it! Also, because he'd not been able to shower
in a while, the strong smell of male musk and crotch odor began filling the
space and my nose was twitching from it as my cock twitched and began to
bone up! Vincent looked up at me with an embarrassed grin on his face.

"Sorry, bro. I ain't had a shower in a while." he said softly.

"That's okay. I don't mind. Kinda smells like the locker room at school." I
said, turning away, my face coloring red at the knowledge that it was
turning me on all to hell and back!

Vincent chuckled.

"Yeah. It does, doesn't it. Always liked that smell myself." he said
quietly.

I looked at him and I'm sure he saw the shock on his face as I stared at
him, speechless.

"I think Michaelsen males are born with big cocks and very sensitive
noses." he grinned at my embarrassment.

"Whatever you say, bro." I answered.

He grabbed his cock, shoved it in the bottle and proceeded to piss. The
strong stream flowed the golden liquid into the plastic bottle making a
loud sound. For some reason, we both stared as his cock pissed and started
to fill up the bottle, neither of us saying a word. Luckily, it stopped
before the level touched the head of his cock. He then shook his cock off,
pulled it out of the bottle and then handed it to me. I was shocked by how
hot the bottle was. I never realized that piss was so hot to the touch. I
took the bottle to the little bathroom that was part of the room and dumped
the piss into the toilet and put the cap back on the bottle. I brought it
back and put it on the table next to the bed where Vincent could reach it.

"Thanks, bro. I really needed that." he said.

"I could tell." I grinned.

"I'm just lucky that I'm on this fucking morphine, otherwise I would have
been harder than fuck, waking up needing to piss that bad. I can't get hard
with all this stuff in my system." he grinned.

"Yeah, that would have been difficult trying to piss with the bottle upside
down!" I laughed and for the first time, I heard Vincent laugh as well.

We were grinning at each other and it seemed like we both wanted to say
something but couldn't.  I know what I wanted to say but didn't dare. I
wanted to tell him how much I loved him, how glad I was he was home, and
how good it was to hear him laugh again. Well, at least I could say that.

"It's good to hear you laugh again, bro." I said quietly, looking down, not
wanting him to see my eyes for fear I was giving too much away.

I felt his hand on my arm and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes that
were smiling at me.

"It's so good to be home with you again." he said, his voice husky with
emotion. "I'm gonna be okay, bro. Honest. The doctors told me that I'm
going to be just fine."

"That's good news, bro. After all, what the fuck would I do if I had to put
up with an invalid the rest of my life!" I grinned at him.

"When I get out of this bed, I'll show you what an 'invalid' I am! Did you
know Marines are taught twelve ways to kill with just their bare hands?" he
asked, an evil glint in his eye but a grin on his face.

My face must have shown what I thought at that point. Of course, the
thought came of whether Vincent had killed anyone over there. Vincent
looked at me and then lowered his eyes.

"Yeah, bro. I did. Not with my bare hands but, yeah, I killed some guys."
he said.

So it was more than one! I don't know why that surprised me, it really
shouldn't have. It was a war after all.

"It's okay, bro. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I
said quietly, really hoping he wouldn't as I didn't want to think of him
doing something like that.

"I'm sure you don't want to hear about it." he said, turning away.

"Vincent, anything you want to tell me, I'll listen. I want to be here for
you, bro. It's all I've ever wanted." I said before I even thought about
what I was saying.

My face immediately colored when I realized what I'd just said. I almost
expected Vincent to ask me what the hell I meant by that but, instead, he
just smiled gently at me.

"I know, bro. You were always there for me. I remember those nights before
I went to boot camp." he said quietly, referring to those nights when we
slept together.

"It was like when we were kids again." I said softly.

"Yeah. Like kids." he said but something seemed to tell me he had more to
say about it but refrained.

The days went by and it got to be Christmas Eve. Vincent had surgery the
day after he was brought into the hospital and the surgeon told us that his
leg would be fine. It would take some work in therapy but Vincent would
have a complete recovery. That was the good news. The bad news was that he
was going to be in the hospital for another month. Mom and Dad bought a
small Christmas tree with lights on it and put it in Vincent's room. Mom,
Dad and I were sitting there in Vincent's room and talking. The topic that
kept coming up over the last week had been what Vincent was going to do
with his life once he got out of the hospital. He was going to get a small
disability check from the VA and he had saved quite a bit of money during
his stint in the Marine Corps but was undecided about whether he wanted to
go to college or not. Mom and Dad were pushing him to but it was obvious
that this was not the same boy who had gone off to the Marine
Corps. Vincent had always done what my parents said. Now, it was very clear
that he would make up his own mind about how his life was going to be and
they had nothing to say about it.

About nine p.m., the public address system announced the end of visiting
hours and Mom and Dad got up to leave. I just sat there and Dad turned to
me.

"We need to leave, Mike. Visiting hours are over." Dad said.

"Mike is staying here, with me." Vincent said.

"All night?" Mom asked.

"Yes. That little love seat you're sitting on pulls out and makes a bed. I
didn't want to wake up alone on Christmas morning." Vincent said.

My parents looked at each other and my Dad shrugged his shoulders.

"All right, Vincent. We'll be by tomorrow." Dad said. "We'll see you at
home tomorrow, Mike."

"Sure, Dad." I said.

I was as shocked as they were when Vincent told me that he had talked the
doctor into letting me spend the night with him earlier in the day before
Mom and Dad got there. Mom and Dad both leaned down and kissed Vincent. Dad
had finally gotten around to doing that after seeing Mom do it so many
times but he still seemed so uncomfortable kissing his oldest son. After
they'd gone and closed the door to Vincent's room, he turned to me.

"Thank God, they're gone!" he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vincent, they love you." I chided him.

"I know they do. It's just they're so uncomfortable around me now. And they
don't even know how to show it. Besides, all I wanted tonight was for us to
be together - alone." Vincent said.

I looked at him in surprise.

"Why alone?" I asked.

"Because now that I'm off all that pain killer shit, I want to talk to
you. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight on that stuff." he smiled.

"But you're still in pain sometimes. I can tell." I said.

"No more than I can deal with. Believe me, I'm not in any danger of
becoming a drug addict as much as I hate the feelings I get from that
stuff. I feel out of control and I don't like that feeling. I mean, getting
a little stoned or drunk's okay once in a while, but that stuff really
fucks with your head." he said. "Speaking of which, did you get what I
asked you for?"

"Yeah. I got it. But it wasn't easy! I got my friend Dawn to bake them for
us." I said, pulling a small package of aluminum foil out of my
backpack. "Are you sure they're not going to run a blood-test for this or
something?"

"They're not testing for that! Would you stop worrying!" he
grinned. "Besides, what the fuck would they be able to do about it?"

"Oh, have us arrested, bar me from the hospital, and several other things!"
I said, exasperated.

"When did you become such a worry-wort, Mikey?" he said, using the nickname
I hated just to needle me.

"When some asshole went into the Marines and got himself sent to Iraq!" I
growled.

He looked at me with hurt written on his face and in his eyes.

"I never meant to hurt you. You know that. I thought I was doing something
important. More importantly, I was doing it for you." he said quietly.

"For me?! What the fuck are you talking about?! How could almost getting
yourself killed be for ME!" I practically was shouting.

"Shh! Bro! We don't want the nurses in here! I'll explain only first I'm
hungry." he said, indicating the foil wrapped object in my hand.

I walked over to the bed and lay the package on it next to him. I opened
the foil and there they lay - one dozen brownies. Special brownies, what
they called in the 1960's "Alice B. Toklas" brownies. Brownies with a
special ingredient baked inside - marijuana. This is what Vincent told me
he wanted for Christmas. He wanted to get good and fucked up. I'd known
that he did grass occasionally when we'd been growing up. The one and only
time I'd ever gotten stoned, it was with Vincent and some of his friends on
the football team. The worst part of it was that I got incredibly horny on
the stuff! You can guess who it was I was horny for that night! Thank God
all his friends were around and I was too afraid to do anything even
obliquely sexual - otherwise Vincent might have gotten some idea of exactly
how I felt about him! I never did it again. Now, I was worried I'd have the
same reaction without his friends being around. But, I figured, this was a
hospital and Vincent was injured. There was no way anything could happen,
right?

Vincent and I began eating the brownies. Vincent ate three of them
slowly. I, on the other hand was so nervous about what we were doing and so
afraid of getting caught, I was gobbling them like they were nothing.

"Hey! Bro! You better slow down! You're not used to this shit and that's
your fifth one already."  he grinned. "You're gonna be toast!"

I looked down at the foil and counted the brownies. He'd eaten three and
there were four left, that means I'd eaten...Oh, my God! Vincent was right!
I'd already eaten five of them and I was only going to have one or two - at
the most! It was about that time that I started to feel this very relaxing
feeling start to come over me and I looked over at Vincent with what I knew
to be a goofy grin on my face.

"Oh, fuck! You are stoned to the tits!" Vincent laughed.

"Am not!" I tried to bluff my way out of it.

"The fuck you're not!" he laughed again.

"And I suppose you aren't!" I insisted.

"Not like you, little bro!" he grinned.

About that time, I felt like the room was not exactly level anymore. I
decided that what I needed to do was sit down. Vincent grabbed my arm and
pulled me down onto the bed with him, putting his arm around me so that my
head was resting on his chest. Oh, fuck! The scent of him hit me and I
started boning up like the horny teen that I was. Without even thinking
about what I was doing, I turned onto my side so that I was curled up to
Vincent, my head on his shoulder and my hand started to stroke his
chest. Even with being in the hospital, Vincent's chest was still muscular
and I could feel his pecs under my hand as I gently stroked him. Vincent's
hand was stroking me, down my back all the way to my belt. I wanted him to
go lower. I wanted him to touch my butt!

"You comfortable, bro?" Vincent asked quietly.

"Oh, yeah!" I groaned, at the feel of his hard, warm body and the scent of
him.

"Good. Because I think it's about time I gave you your Christmas present."
he said.

"What present?" I asked, my voice muffled from my face being pushed into
his chest.

His hand came down and lifted my chin so that I was looking up into his
deep blue eyes.

"This is the first part of it." he whispered as his face came down closer
and closer until his mouth was pressed against mine in a gentle kiss.

Without even thinking about it, I kissed him back, opening my mouth to his
until I was sucking on his tongue, tasting him and moaning in
passion. Vincent was moaning into my mouth as well as his hands roamed over
my body. I shivered in his arms when his hand went down and groped my hard
cock in my jeans. It was about that time that I suddenly realized what we
were doing and pulled back from him in shock.

"Whaaa!" I looked at him, my face reddening with guilt and shame!

After all these years of keeping how I felt from him, how could I do this?!
The fucking grass had me so stoned I must have attacked him without even
realizing. But, I didn't remember the last few minutes that way. I shook my
head trying to clear it. I seemed to have remembered Vincent starting this
- not me! I looked at him and he was smiling at me.

"Merry Christmas, bro." he said softly.

I was totally confused! What the fuck was going on?

"I told you I understood how you felt." he smiled. "I felt the same
way. That's why I went into the Marines."

I looked him in complete confusion. If he knew how I felt and he felt the
same way, why the fuck did he go into the Marines?! That made no sense to
me at all!

"But, that doesn't make sense!" I voiced my thoughts.

"Yes, it does. At least, it did a the time. You were only 16. I knew you
loved me, and I loved you.  But I also knew that what we felt was
considered by everybody to be wrong. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't
want you doing something that you'd later regret and hate me for. So I left
so that we both could get over each other. I figured that after a couple of
years away from you, I'd get over it. Better still, I figured you'd have
the time to really figure out if it was guys you wanted or not. I was
afraid that as much as you loved me and looked up to me, once you found out
that I was into guys and not girls, you would try to emulate me. I didn't
want that on my conscience. I figured one of us should turn out normal." he
said.

"Are you out of your mind?! You don't decide to want guys! You either do or
you don't. It's the way you're born. No matter what, you couldn't change
that in me." I said.

"I know that now, bro. I was too afraid then. I didn't think we were old
enough to know what the fuck we were doing. I'm sorry. I came back and I
could still see all the love in your eyes and I knew then that I had been
wrong all along. I should have told you the truth. I should have let you
know how I felt. Please believe me! I just didn't want to hurt you!" he
pled with me.

"And ended up hurting me." I said quietly. "I never had any inkling that
you could even feel that way about me. I figured I was doomed to spend my
life loving you and watching you get married and have kid. When the fuck
did you figure it out?"

"It seems like I've always known. That last night, before I went to boot
camp I wanted you so bad. I'll bet you thought I was drunk and didn't know
what I was doing." he said.

I nodded my head. That's exactly what I'd thought all this time.

"I knew. I wanted to go so much further but I didn't want you to know that
I wasn't all that drunk. I just couldn't stand to leave and never make love
to you." he said, hanging his head and looking away from me.

"So what now? Do you still think what we feel is wrong?" I asked softly.

He looked up, a fire in his blue eyes.

"I never thought it was wrong! That's what ignorant people think! I love
you! There's nothing wrong with that. But you have to tell me, do you still
love? Can you forgive me for being such a fucking fool?" he asked, pleading
with me.

I reached up and stroked his cheek.

"I never could stop loving you. I never even tried. Forgive you? Yes, I can
do that because what else can I do? I can't live my life being angry at the
only man in the world that I love." I answered.

His mouth came down on mine again and this time the kiss was long and
passionate. This time, I reached over and slid my hand under the covers,
feeling his hard, strong, huge erection. He groaned in my mouth as I
touched him and pulled his mouth away from mine.

"Oh, fuck! Don't do that! I'm so close to cumming! It's been since Iraq
that I've shot a load!" he groaned.

I smiled at him.

"We can't have that! We can't allow our brave fighting men to have blue
balls!" I giggled.

"And what do you intend to do about it?" he asked, grinning at me.

"Something I should have done a long time ago. Now, I've never done this
before, so you'll just have to put up with me learning. But that's your
fault for not teaching me earlier!" I grinned back.

With that, I slipped off the bed and pulled back the covers. I pulled up
his hospital gown and there lay his huge cock. I was overwhelmed by it! It
was much bigger than I remembered from the night we measured each
other. And he was close! I could see it throbbing in rhythm with his
heartbeat as it leaked pre-cum all over his abs. I leaned over the bed,
lifting his cock with my hand as I opened my mouth to suck the first cock
of my life - the cock I dreamed of sucking - the only cock I ever wanted to
suck!

I could smell the musk of his crotch as my tongue lashed out against the
head of his cock and I tasted his pre-cum. It was sweet! Sweeter than mine
which had a saltiness to it. Since I'd never done this before, I couldn't
take much of him in my mouth at first. But I was loving the musky, sweaty
taste of it. I think Vincent realized that I wasn't kidding about it being
my first time and decided he'd better give me some guidance.

"Just take it slow, bro. Don't try to take too much at once and watch your
teeth." he said as his hand gently stroked my head. "Yeah! That's it, bro!
God! That feel so good!"

I gently sucked and licked at his cock, gradually taking more and more of
it into my mouth. I couldn't get more than half-way down it, however. At
first I thought that might not be enough until I heard Vincent's voice
again.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah! That's it, bro! Just like that! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna
cum, Mike! Pull off if you don't want to swallow it! Pull off, bro!" he
groaned.

Like fuck I was going to pull off! I, instead, took just a bit more of his
cock in my mouth, sucking harder and using my hand to massage his balls
which were now pulled up tight to the base of his cock. His hips raised,
forcing more of his cock into my mouth and I lifted some to keep from
choking. Without any warning my mouth was filled with the first shot of his
load. It hit the back of my throat and practically choked me before I could
get it down. It tasty salty and somewhat 'pasty' but I loved it. Blast
after blast of his hot cum filled my mouth and I rapidly drank down each
ejaculation until there was no more and Vincent was pulling my mouth off
his sensitive cock.  He brought my face to his and licked some of his cum
off my lips that had escaped and then kissed me deeply. I knew he was
tasting his own cum in my mouth and I was so proud of the fact that I'd
gotten him off!

"Oh, fuck, bro! That was a thousand times better than I fantasized it
being! God! I can hardly believe that was your first time!" he panted,
trying to get his breath back.

He pulled me back into the bed with him and his arms went back around me.

"Thank you, bro. Just let me get my breath back and I'm gonna do you." he
said.

I looked up at him in surprise.

"What? Did you think this was going to be just one way? I've been dreaming
of tasting you since the first time I sucked Tim Valder's cock during my
freshman year!" he grinned.

"You sucked off Tim Valder?!" I exclaimed. "Fuck! He's fucking gorgeous!"

"Not just sucked him off but shoved my cock up his butt and down his throat
on a regular basis!  He turned out to be a real slut who couldn't get
enough of my cock!" he laughed. "Hey! Why haven't you ever done anything? I
can't believe that you didn't have a chance! There had to be guys comin' on
to you, bro."

"If there were, I never realized it. I was too afraid. I thought they'd
know that I was gay if I did anything." I said. "Besides, I only wanted
you. Anybody else would have just been a disappointment."

"Oh, bro! I'm sorry. I can't say that. I didn't wait for you. Are you
disappointed in me?" he asked.

"No. Well...what about now? Do I have to share you with your buddies?" I
asked.

"No, babe! I swear! Never! Nobody but you - ever!" he said, squeezing me in
his arms. "But what about you? You've never had the chance to have anybody
else?"

"I don't want anyone else. Never did. As long as I have you - as long as
you love me - that's enough." I said.

"Oh, babe! You have no idea how much I love you! But I'm about to show you!
Get up! Get those fucking jeans off!" he said, pushing me up.

"I can't get naked here! This is a hospital, Vincent! What if somebody
comes in?!" I begged.

"Nobody's coming in. Trust me! I arranged it." he gave me a leering grin.

"What do you mean, you arranged it?" I asked suspiciously.

"I mean I had a little talk with the charge-nurse. We won't be disturbed
tonight." he grinned.

"You told her! You told her that we were..." I couldn't finish the sentence
I was so shocked.

"Him. Not her - him. And he's gay and understands completely. Seems he used
to get it on with his older brother when he was growing up." Vincent smiled
at me.

I couldn't believe it! Did all gay guys have sex with their brothers? I
couldn't quite believe that.  Maybe a lot of them wanted to, though. I slid
my jeans down my legs and slipped off my trainers and then took my jeans
completely off. I then slid my t-shirt off and stood there in my white
briefs as Vincent looked at me.

"Fuck! Bro! You're fucking beautiful! Do you know that?" he smiled.

"No, I'm not. You're the one who's beautiful." I said, quietly.

"Don't argue with me! I'm older and I out-rank you, grunt! I say you're
beautiful - you're beautiful! You got me?!" he said and I heard that Marine
'command voice' again.

"Sir! Yes, Sir! The grunt is beautiful, Sir!" I snapped to attention and
saluted him.

"At ease, grunt!" he laughed.

"What's a grunt?" I asked.

"A raw recruit." Vincent answered. "But you ain't raw yet."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You've still got those tighty-whities on." he laughed.

"You want them off, you take them off!" I leered at him.

"Come 'ere!" he ordered.

I moved close to the bed and he reached out for me. I couldn't believe it,
his arms reached around me and he literally dragged me into the bed and
pulled me over his lap. I was afraid at first of hurting his leg but then
he pulled down the back of my briefs and his hand came down on my bare
butt!

SLAP!!!

"OWW!!! That hurt!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, the grunt's gonna be noisy, huh! Well, we'll take care of that!" he
said, reaching over and turning on his 'boom-box' and the sound of
Christmas carols filled the room from a local radio station. "Now, you get
those fucking briefs off before I rip 'em off you!" he said, grinning.

I got down off the bed and slid my briefs down. I was going to just drop
them on the floor but Vincent stopped me.

"Hand them to me." he said.

I reached out and gave them to him and then watched as he brought my brief
to his face and took a deep whiff of them.

"Mmm! The smell of teen boy crotch! Nothin' else like it!" he grinned at
me.

I guess my mouth was hanging open in shock.

"Don't look at me like that - not when you used to steal my jock to huff
it!" he grinned.

"You knew?!" I asked in shock.

"Yep! I even saw you doin' it once. You didn't always close your door
completely, bro!" he laughed. "Then, it disappeared completely right after
graduation."

I looked away at this, my face reddening in embarrassment.

"Okay, bro. Where is it?" he asked.

"Locked in a box under my bed." I said softly.

"I hope you keep it in a zip-lock bag to keep the scent in." he said,
grinning.

I looked back in shock and then grinned.

"Of course I do. How do you think I've made it through two years without
you?" I said.

"Well, you've got me now, bro. The real deal and in the flesh. Now, come
here. I want to smell you for real." he said, his voice husky with desire.

I moved next to the bed, my cock harder than it had ever been in my
life. Vincent put his hands on the cheeks of my ass and pulled me close,
burying his nose in my pubic hair.

"Mmm! God! You smell so good!" he groaned as I could hear him taking deep
breaths of my scent.

He looked up at me grinning.

"Bet you thought you were the only one who got into a guy's raunchy scent,
didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said somewhat embarrassed.

"Turn around." he said, his voice letting me know that he was not to be
denied whatever it was he wanted.

Not knowing what he was up to, I turned around.

"Now, bend over." he said.

"But...my ass..." I stumbled.

"You're ass is EXACTLY where I want it." he said.

I shrugged my shoulders in exasperation and bent over. I tried to warn
him. I knew I was not 'sparkling clean' back there. I'd had a shower that
morning but that was hours ago. As I bent over I could feel Vincent's hands
pulling my butt cheeks apart and then I felt his face pressing into my ass
and then I heard him taking deep breaths of my ass scent.

"Oh! Fuck, yeah! Fuckin' boy butt! Nothin' on earth smells better!" he
said. "Or tastes better."

And with that, I felt something wet and slightly wet slide up my ass
trench! I flinched at the feeling!

"What the fuck are you doing!?" I bleated.

"I'm licking your butt! Any objections?" Vincent growled as he went back to
doing what he was doing.

The feeling of his tongue sliding up and down my ass trench was a new one
but decidedly an incredibly erotic one! Objections? No! I had no objections
whatsoever! Well...except for one.

"Do I get to do this to you?" I asked.

"Any time you fuckin' want, bro!" he answered eagerly but then pulled his
face out of my butt.

I thought he'd stopped but he was only making some changes. I heard the
mechanical motor of the hospital bed whirring and when I looked back, the
top of the bed was now flat and Vincent was laying there grinning at me.

"Get up here, bro." he said. "Stand on the bed."

"How?" I asked.

"Just get up here and stand with your feet on either side of my shoulders."
he said.

I did what he said but I did it facing him.

"No! The other way, turn around and face my feet." he said.

I turned around and stood there, feeling foolish with him looking up at my
butt.

"Now, squat down until your ass is just above my face." he said.

I lowered myself so that my butt spread open and was just a few inches
above his face, my hands resting on my knees, in a deep squat.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah!" he groaned, looking up at my ass trench.

His hands came up and grabbed my thighs, pulling me down until my ass was
resting on his mouth. Then he began to eat my ass in earnest! His lips
locked around my ass pucker and began sucking on it while his tongue tried
to dig its way up into me. I groaned at the feeling as my rock hard
erection dripped pre-cum all over his smooth chest.

"Yeah, bro! Open up for me! Push down like you're takin' a dump! Relax your
hole!" he groaned.

I did what he told me to do, pushing down with my ass muscles. I must have
done it right because I could feel Vincent's tongue sliding up into my
asshole. Now it was my turn to groan! As many times as I'd played with and
fingered my ass while jacking off, it had never felt this good!

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Do it, Vincent! Eat my ass! Don't stop! PLEASE don't
stop!" I begged.

It became pretty obvious that Vincent had no intentions of stopping. And,
as the feelings kept getting more intense in my ass, I looked down and I
could see that Vincent's cock was once again hard as a rock and leaking
pre-cum as heavily as mine was. As big as it was, I got to thinking about
what he'd said about shoving it up Tim Valder's butt. I knew I wanted it up
mine. I knew it would probably hurt, maybe even kill me trying to get it up
there, but I knew that's exactly what I wanted. If not tonight - then soon.

"Vincent...would you fuck me?" I asked quietly.

His mouth stopped all movement and he pushed my butt up with his hands.

"No, babe. We can't do that." he said.

"Why not?" I asked, noticing the pleading quality in my voice.

"Babe, you're a virgin and we've got no lube. You can't take something as
big as my cock without lube. Spit won't do it." he said.

"Would Astroglide work?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah! But we don't have any." he said and pulled my butt back down on
his tongue and began eating me out again.

"Yes we do." I said quietly.

His mouth stopped again and he again pushed my butt up.

"We do?" he asked.

"Yeah. I've got a bottle in my backpack." I said.

"And what are you doing with a bottle of Astroglide in your backpack?" he
asked.

"I just bought it at Walgreens on the way over to the hospital. I use it to
jack off with." I said.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned.

"Should I get it out?" I asked.

He didn't say anything for a few moments.

"Yeah. Go get it." he said, a note of resignation in his voice.

I got up off the bed and went into my backpack, pulling out the purple
colored box and opening it up. I brought the bottle back to the bed where
Vincent had divested himself of his hospital gown so that he was now as
naked as I was. I couldn't help stopping to stare. His body - even with all
it had been through - was breathtakingly beautiful to me.

"Like what you see?" he grinned at me.

"I love what I see." I said softly, looking him right in the eyes as I said
it.

"As much as I love what I'm seeing." he smiled and I saw his eyes raking up
and down my naked body.

I handed him the bottle and he told me to get back up on the bed and kneel
over him again, only this time, bent over so that my ass was sticking out
and my upper body was resting on my hands. I got into the position he
wanted and I could feel him begin to lube my ass with his fingers and the
Astroglide.

He slowly worked one finger up my tight hole. It felt only a little bigger
than one of my fingers and I'd often had two or even three of mine up
me. But Vincent was being careful. He worked me up slowly to where he had
three of his fingers in me. He was hitting something up inside of me which
he told me was my "prostate" and it was almost making me cum every time he
stroked it!  He told me it was the reason that guys loved getting fucked -
especially by big, thick cocks like his that could really stroke the
prostate. I thought he would stop there, but no. Vincent went on and began
working a fourth finger up my hole, stretching it to limits that I had
never taken myself.  He was making sure that, if I was able to do this, it
was going to be with the least pain possible.  When he did finally work a
fourth finger up me and I was comfortable with it, he again told me to get
up and squat over him only this time he wanted me to squat over his cock
rather than his face and he wanted me facing him rather than away.

I got into the position he wanted and then he lubed up his cock well and
re-lubed my very loose, open ass. He then placed his cockhead at my
opening.

"Okay. From her on out, it's your show, Mike. You take as much as you can
at any pace you want. Take it as slow as you need to. I won't go soft!
Trust me on that! I just don't want you to be hurt." Vincent said.

I began to push down with my ass on his hard cock as he held it straight up
for me. At first, I didn't think it was going to go in, even after all the
relaxing of my hole Vincent had done.

"Push down with your ass muscles just like you did when I was eating your
butt. That will help you open up." Vincent said.

I did as he said and, all of a sudden, I felt the head of his cock pop into
my hole. There was no pain, just a feeling of fullness. I slowly began my
descent on his cock, taking his length gradually into my body. There is no
feeling on earth like being fucked in the ass! Even the first time, it's
overwhelming!

It took a while but, eventually, I felt my butt cheeks resting on his
thighs and I knew all of his cock was up inside me! The thought of that was
daunting! All that cock up inside my asshole!  Where was it all? I'd almost
bet that some of it was in my stomach! Once I bottomed out on his cock,
however, Vincent grabbed my thighs and held me down on it.

"Just rest now and let your hole get used to being filled up." he said.

He was right, I did feel full! More full than I think I'd ever felt in my
life but as I stayed still, I could feel my chute begin to relax and I
didn't feel so full anymore. Vincent must have felt it, too.

"Now, without moving up, I want you to kind of move your hips around so
that my cock kind of stirs up your guts." Vincent said.

I didn't understand this at first but did what he told me. I felt his huge
cock moving inside me, spreading me even further open inside. Evidently
Vincent had a lot of experience in fucking guys asses - especially virgins
- because nothing hurt me at all. There was no pain, only greater and
greater feelings of ecstacy. But the best was yet to come!

"Okay, you can start moving up and down. Take it slowly at first. You can
build up more speed as you become more used to it." Vincent said.

Since everything else he'd said and done so far had worked, I followed this
advice as well. I moved up just a couple of inches and then slowly slid
back down. Oh, FUCK! Did that feel GOOD! Just like Vincent said, his cock
was sliding against that thing up inside my ass and I felt like I could cum
at any time. But I didn't want to! I wanted this to last! I didn't touch my
cock for fear of cumming. I just bent over slightly, resting my hands on
Vincent's muscular chest and began sliding up and down his rigid pole. Soon
I was sliding it almost out of my ass and all the way back down, faster and
faster, harder and harder.

As Christmas carols played on the radio, Vincent and I grunted and groaned
as he fucked me for the first time. Actually, I was fucking
myself. Vincent, because of his leg couldn't move so I had to do all the
work. I didn't mind in the least! I was, in my mind, getting the best of
the deal!  Vincent's cock was up my ass and taking me to heaven! Try as I
might to delay it, however, I soon found myself unable to hold back
cumming.

"Oh, Fuck! Vincent! I'm gonna cum! I can't stop it!" I groaned as my cock
began shooting my load all over his smooth chest.

"Yeah! Bro! Fuck me! Get fuckin' off! I'm cummin' with you!" he groaned and
I could feel his cock twitching in my ass as load after load of his hot,
Marine spoonge shot up into my butt!

I thought I'd never stop cumming! Every time his cock twitched, it hit my
prostate and I shot another load of cum until his entire chest and abs were
covered with my white, sticky load. As we came together, I looked down into
his eyes and marveled at the sight of him. His eyes were filled with both
animal lust and love at the same time. And I knew it was all for me! I
don't think I was ever happier in my entire life than at that moment!

Finally, I could take no more and collapsed onto Vincent, gluing us
together with my cum. His arms reached around me and held me to him as his
face nuzzled mine, both of us panting for breath.

"Oh fuck! Bro! That was the most amazing fuck of my entire life! I've never
wanted anyone as badly as I wanted you! I didn't think you could take me,
but you did!" Vincent panted.

I grinned to myself. Yeah! I'd taken him - all of him! And that was some
feat, to my mind!

"I only wish I could return the favor." he said. "I can't wait to get that
cock of yours up my butt."

I raised my head and looked down at him in surprise. Vincent wanted me to
fuck him?!

"Don't look at me that way, bro! Of course I want you to fuck me! You think
you're gonna be allowed to have all the fun in this marriage?" he asked.

Marriage?! Did he just say "marriage"?!

"Marriage?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, what the fuck else would you call it, bro? I love you more than
anybody in the whole world and I want to spend my whole life with
you. Isn't that what marriage is?" he asked, grinning.

"Yeah. That's what it is, all right. I just never thought of it that way."
I said.

"Well, start thinking about it because I ain't ever letting you go - not
now! My seeds planted inside you and you belong to me!" he grinned.

"Oh, really? And what about my seed? It's all over you!" I grinned back.

"See, you've already got me marked as your territory, bro!" he laughed and
then grimaced.  "Ooh!"

I knew a grunt of pain when I heard it. I quickly pulled off his cock,
which made a popping sound as it exited my butt. I got up off him and stood
by the bed.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. The leg is hurting a little from all the activity, but it was worth
it, trust me!" he said.

"You want me to get the nurse? You want some pain meds?" I asked.

"Fuck no! Besides, you gonna go walking down to the nurses desk like that?"
he grinned.

I looked down and I was, of course, completely naked and the front of me
was covered with my own cum.

"No, I guess not. But I think I should clean us up."I said.

"Don't you dare!" Vincent said. "You just stand there."

And saying this, Vincent moved over to where he was licking my cum off my
chest and abs. I giggled at the feeling of his tongue. After he'd cleaned
me, I pushed him back and leaned over, taking my tongue and cleaning my cum
off his chest and abs. Of course, this just made his cock get hard so I
just went further down and slid my mouth around it. It tasted of lube, cum
and my butt and I loved the raunchy flavor of it! I began sucking Vincent's
cock again and heard him groan.

"Get up here! I want yours, too!" he growled.

I climbed back up on the bed so that my cock was dangling over his mouth
and we proceeded to suck each other's cock until we shot our loads in each
other's mouths. Then, we were finally exhausted. But I wasn't about to
leave him like that. I went to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm
water, got some soap and gave him a sponge bath, washing the rest of the
traces of our fucking from him and then allowed him to do something I never
even thought of! He had me climb back up on the bed and squat over his face
once again as he ate his own load of cum out of my ass! That was the
wildest feeling of all! As well as the most soothing for my ass which was
beginning to get sore from having that huge cock of his up it. Vincent told
me this was called 'feltching' and, trust me! It's the most incredible
thing in the world. I love when Vincent does it to me and I love when I do
it to him!

Yes, I did eventually get to fuck him. Vincent got well and except for a
couple of scars, you can't see that he was ever injured. Vincent didn't
ever go to college, instead becoming a carpenter, saying that he much
preferred building things with his hands. Our house if filled with
beautiful furniture which he made. Me? I went to college, moving in with
Vincent when he moved out of the house. It was what we planned. Mom and Dad
still don't 'officially' know that their son's are married to each
other. We never had a ceremony or anything. Never felt we needed one. But
our parents have become accustomed to the fact that there won't be any
grandchildren and that Vincent and I will be together for the rest of our
lives.

But that all lay in the future. As I curled up next to Vincent in that
hospital bed on that first Christmas Eve of our 'marriage', I listened
while the radio softly played one of my favorite Christmas songs - one that
seemed especially appropriate for Vincent and me.

I'll be home for Christmas, You can count on me.  Please have snow And
mistletoe And candles on the tree.

Christmas eve will find me Where the love-light gleams.  I'll be home for
Christmas If only in my dreams.

And a very Merry and Love filled Holiday to all of you from Vince and me!

THE END OF WHERE THE LOVE LIGHT GLEAMS

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