Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2009 09:11:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn <silkystetson@yahoo.com>
Subject: You want me to do what -ch 18

You want me to do what
Chapter 18
By Terry Claybourn

If you are not old enough to read this please leave. This is my story
please do not re-do it and repost it to another site, or sell it. If it is
not your cup of tea please go I will not be affined.

Thanks' Jere for the editing.



"Ok, so it does look like what it is, but not what you think," he told me
through the closed doors. I heard a light thud; I knew he had just hit his
fist on the door. "Chad, I can explain," he told me again, with another
bang, and saying "Please let me try."

**********

I sat there on the bed, wondering if this lady was who Ry was seeing today,
while I was supposed to be by his side all the time we were off on
vacation, or maybe when I was gone for two weeks. Our day just didn't start
off right, now did it?

**********

When the phone rang, I tried to get it, but he told me `no', he would
answer it. I was to get back to doing the cleaning. I was not sure who was
on the phone, but all I got was his half, and it sounded something like
this.

`Hello. Oh, hey; long time no see. Yeah, ok. Sure; what time?' He then
looked at his watch `ok, I'll be there. Bye, sweets." Then he made the
sound of a kiss.

"Who was that?" I asked, still on my knees dusting the bottom shelf of the
entertainment center.

"A friend," he told me, as he went into the bedroom. I just shook my
head. When he came out, he was dressed to kill. He had on dress pants, a
really nice pullover shirt on, and he smelled great! He bent down, gave me
a kiss on my cheek, and grabbed the keys to his truck. He was out before I
could ask where he was going.

`What the fuck,' I thought, as I got up. I checked the caller ID, but it
didn't pick it up; it just said `private'. So I did the star 69 thing to
see who called last, but it was not available. Then I called the operator
and told her I was on a call, and we got disconnected, and could she
reconnect us? After a few seconds, she said, "The number is a pay phone,
sir. I am not able to connect." I just said `alright' and hung up, and went
back to what I was doing. I forgot about it while I was with dad.

**********

I was brought out of my thoughts, when I heard a light thud on the door
again.

"Chad, luv, please! Can we talk?" Ry asked through the door again.

"Leave me alone," I shouted at him.

Then next thing I heard was a very sweet, sexy lady's voice. "Sweetheart,
it's not what you think," she told me.

"Go to hell, bitch!" I shouted.

"Chad, dammit, open the fucking door before I kick it in," a very strong
male voice bellowed. I got up and moved the chair, and opened the door just
a little to look out. I saw the lady standing not too lady-like, with hands
on her hips, looking very upset.

"Tim?" I asked, very confused. He only nodded. "What the hell?"  I asked,
looking from him to Ry, who was standing behind him.

"That's the call I got. Tim was at a bar, and he was doing a show. So he
asked me to come and see it. I guess I should have said where I was going
when I left. I just haven't seen one his shows before, so I thought I would
go. I'm sorry, pet," Ry said.

(If you remember from an earlier chapter, Tim is Ry's best buddy through
school, and in high school they were on a team with the track and field
events, until Tim blew out his knee and was not able to run anymore.

"But cross dressing?" I asked.

"Female impersonator, thank you very much," Tim said, tossing his hair
back, flaunting it in a sexy way.

"You still have, umm, you know it?" I asked, pointing to his crotch.

"Hell, yes!" he said, lifting his dress so I could see the bulge through
the body suit he was wearing.

I just looked at him. "You're still sick!" I told him, passing him and Ry.

"How else do you think I pay for college?" he said, turning on his high
heels and coming after me.

"But why were you dressing?" I just moved my hands up and down. Tim placed
his hands on his hips again, shifted, and just looked at me. "Tim?"

"Because he was changing outfits for his next show, and needed some help
with his clothes," Ry told me.

Now I felt like a fool. "Ok, why this?" I asked, running my hand across his
face to smear the lipstick.

"Because I was being playful," Tim said. "I mean, you did take my man away
from me," Tim told me, with a sad smile.

"What?" I asked. I had no idea that Tim and Ry was a pair.

Ry let out a heavy breath. "You tell him," Ry said, as he went to the
fridge.

"Sit down, luv it's a long story," Tim said, as we headed for the sofa. I
sat with my back toward the arm, while Tim sat very lady-like, with his
legs crossed at the ankles, his dress pulled back, and laid his arms across
the back of the sofa. Ry came in and handed him a soda. He then came behind
me, hauled me to my feet, sat down where I was, and sat me down between his
legs. He then put one arm around my chest, and pulled me back to him. Tim
gave us sad smile.

"You see, luv; Ry and I came out about the same time, but I am all the way
gay; I don't like women at all." The look I gave him, made him giggle. "Ok,
so I like to play dress-up," he said. "Anyway, back in our early days, Ry
and I would hide out in a room and jerk off together, and kiss; you know,
just experimenting with it, and all. Well, one day I decided to go a step
farther. I spent the night with Ry on a Friday night, and, well, when his
parents went to bed, we laid there with our underwear around our ass
cheeks; jerking off to porn Ry had playing on the TV. Well, that was when I
decided I was going to do it. I took Ry's hand and stopped him. He just
looked at me, and I bent over and put his horse of a cock into my mouth,
and sucked him. He didn't stop me; he just pushed me further onto it. Since
I am lighter than him, he took my leg, lifted me up just a little, and
pulled me down to him, so that we're in the sixty-nine position."

 He stopped and took a drink of his soda. "We both blew our load at the
same time," Tim said. While he was telling me this, I could feel Ry's cock
growing hard under me. I just shifted my weight so I could rub against it.

"Pet, stop," Ry told me.

"Yes, sir," I said shyly; Tim smiled and shook his head.

"Anyway, our relationship went beyond friendship. We became lovers; Ry was
the one who first fucked me." I could feel Ry`s body shake, but he held me
so I that could not turn around. Tim looked at him a little confused, "and
I was the first to fuck him." Tim got this shocked look on his face when I
jumped off Ry's lap.

"YOU LET HIM FUCK YOU, AND YOU WONT LET ME?"  I shouted at him. "AND YOU'RE
SUPPOSE TO LOVE ME!" I was about ready to shoot someone. Ry reached out to
grab my arm, and I jerked it away from him. "Don't touch me," I said,
turning around and going to my room.

"Let me talk to him," Tim said, just as I slammed my door.

The door opened and Tim stood there in all his glory. "I am sorry,
sweetheart. I thought you knew," Tim said, while he came toward the bed. I
grabbed the pillow and hugged it tight.

"He won't let me, but he let you." I asked "Why?"

"Because we were experimenting, luv; it was our first time. I love getting
fucked; the bigger the cock, the better I like it. Ry, on the other hand,
said to him it felt like he was getting fucked by his brother, if he had
one. It didn't turn him on at all. As a matter of fact, I was the only one
who got off that night." I just looked at him. "No, I am not just telling
you that." Tim rubbed his thumb against my wet cheek. "Honest, Chad; he
never allowed it again," he said. "Babe, we haven't done anything since he
told me about the plan your dad and his dad came up with to keep him safe,"
Tim said, as he got up. "And besides, I don't think Bret would like me
playing around on him," Tim said with a wink. "Baby, don't be mad at him;
just love him for all he's worth. Also I knew the day, during sex, he
called out your name instead of mine, that it's you he loves and not me."
He bent down and kissed my wet cheek. "I got to

 go; my show is in a half hour," he said, as he left my room. I heard Ry,
and he said `bye', and then the door clicked shut.

I came out of the bedroom; Ry was standing there looking handsome as
ever. "How old?" I asked.

Ry opened his arms, and I ran to him full force, and we collapsed onto the
sofa. "I think you were thirteen," he told me. He held me tight in his
arms, and I reached up and kissed him. He kissed back; he was the one who
broke the kiss. His breath came out in pants, as he gently rubbed my cheek.

 "Wow! You wanted me for a while, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, tipping my face up to meet his; we kissed again. "Hey,
where did you go?" he asked.

"With dad to the doctor's office," I told him. His eyebrows rose up a
little.

"And," he asked, with a worried look on his face.

"It's benign," I told him with a smile. His face brightened up, and he
lifted me up, spinning me around the room. "Ry, I'm going to be sick," I
said. He stopped and hugged me so tight I thought I was going to get broken
in two.

"Oh, baby that is so great! We are going to have to celebrate, just the two
of us," he said.

"Oh, hell! I forgot we're supposed to meet the `rents at Angels at seven,"
I said, looking at the clock on the wall. It was six thirty.

"Shit, dad doesn't like me being late," Ry said, putting me down. We made a
mad dash to get bathed and dressed and out the door in fifteen minutes. We
arrived at Angels at five after seven; the dads were standing by the bar,
and boy, did Dan look pissed!

"Sorry," we both said together. Dan just pointed to a table to where the
whole family was; I mean all the family, from both sides. There had to be
at least twenty-five people there.  "How did Dan make arrangement so fast?"
I asked Ry. He just shrugged his shoulder.

Dad also told Ry and the rest of the family that I had an appointment to
see a specialist about my tumor, and to see if it can be removed, and that
I was no longer on a bland diet, so I could eat until I got sick.

We had fun; I mean most of the times our family gets together are to lay
someone to rest. It was actually nice to see the family with happiness,
instead of sorrow.

"Chad c'mere" Oscar, one of Aunt Jean's brothers called me to the side,
away from everyone, I went over and he pulled me to stand in front of
him. "So, tell me...you and Ry, you know." I just looked at him, trying to
play shocked, and he pushed me to say more. "Well, are you?" I didn't know
what to say.  "You are. Dan and Chris set it up, huh?" he asked. I tried to
deny it, but I stayed quiet. "That's alright; I still love you," he told
me, pulling me into a hug.

"That doesn't gross you out?" I asked.

"No," he said. I was not going to push the issue.

"Listen, Chad. I want you to take this," he said, handing me an
envelope. It was thick, about a half inch. I shook my head `no'. "Yes. I
was going to give it your parents, in case they needed extra cash to..."
his eyes hit the floor, "lay you to rest," he said, making the sign of the
cross.

"Alright," I told him, shoving the envelope in the inside pocket of my
jacket.

"Thank you, but do not tell anyone. Well, you can tell Ry," he told me.

"But can you afford this?" I asked. I didn't even know how much was in it.

"Oh, hell, Chad. You are in the dark, huh? Honey, your Auntie Jean has more
money then she knows what to do with. That apartment building you live in
belongs to our dad, and a few other building. Chad, baby, Ry will be
totally loaded when he gets to be twenty-five, or if they kick the bucket
before then." Again, with the cross



That night, as Ry and I lay in bed, I gently tugged on his whiskers. "What
love?" he asked.

"You remember the sex on the sofa this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" he asked. A sexy smile crossed his lips as he flipped the page
of his book.

"Why did my sperm taste nasty and bitter?  Usually when I tasted it second
hand it's salty/sweet," I said, taking the book from him. I hate it when
someone is not paying attention to me when I speak about things like this;
like it didn't matter to them as much as it did me.

"Because you're on antibiotics, and since it goes through your whole body,
it will also go into your urine and semen," he said, as he turned to face
me. "I wasn't thinking, or I would have told you to stop. But I thought it
was so hot that you could do that," he said, as he slipped one arm around
me, and pulled me against him.

"Maybe when I'm not on them, I can try again. Would you like to see me suck
myself, just for you?" I asked, teasing his nipple with my finger.

"Yeah, I would," he said. He gave me a kiss, and his hand was on my cock,
mine on his. We kissed, and jerked each other.

We lay back with just a smile on our faces. Just as I got settled in to my
place, I saw my jacket lying over the chair, with a little bit of white
sticking out of the pocket. "Oh, hey; Uncle Oscar gave me an envelope at
the dinner. He said he was going to give it to mom and dad to help with the
funeral costs, if needed, but since it was nothing, we can have it," I told
Ry. As I got up to get it, Ry sat up and looked at me.

"Probably, just a couple of hundred" Oscar's known to gamble his money
away. As I climbed back into bed over Ry, he ran his hand over my ass,
giving it a playful smack. Once I was on my side of the bed, I handed it to
him. "You open it," he told me.

"But you're the head of the house, so that is your responsibility," I told
him. He just shook his head, and tore open the envelope.

Ry poured out the contents on the bed. There had to be a couple
thousand. Then a little piece of paper fell out when the last bill
landed. I picked it up, and Ry was right; it was a betting slip and the
odds were high. I'm not sure how it was, but it looked like the unluckiest
horse was lucky this time, `because he won the race. "There is four
thousand dollars!" Ry said, as he put the bills in the night stand.  I've
never seen that much before at one time, I mean Ry family is wealthy but
mine was not, Dad worked hard for what we had.

We lay back down. Since Dan pays for everything here, and for school,
except food, I guess we can use it for what we want.

"Since he gave it to you, I'll let you decide how to spend it," Ry said, as
he pulled me close to him and turned off the light. I smiled to myself; I
knew what I wanted to buy with it.

When I went to the doctors, dad and I had found out that my tumor was
nothing to worry about, and I didn't need surgery. The doctors would keep
an eye on it, and if it started to grow or bleed again, they would go in
and remove it. So everything in my life was back to normal; well, for me it
was normal.