Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 04:21:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chatper 12

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

                                    Alex Gets Educated

                Chapter 12 - Reunion, Revelation & Resolution - Part I

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                                 Alex' Story

All too soon, Thanksgiving was upon us.  Normally I'd have looked forward
to the extra-long weekend holiday with great alacrity, because it meant
I'd get to see Jon and spend some time with him again.  Now that I'd
discovered that I was in love with Vincent though, I was dreading my
reunion with Jon.  Until I'd truly fallen in love with Vincent, I'd
always believed I was in love with Jon.  I  still did love Jon, but ...
not like I loved Vincent.  How could I love two guys at once?  Something
else was troubling me too - if I hadn't truly been in love with Jon, and
found out when Vincent came into my life - would there come a time that
another guy would come along who I loved more than Vincent?  Did I truly
love Vincent?  I thought I did, but - did I really?  Since I never knew
what true love felt like until I met Vincent - what if what I felt for
him wasn't true love either?  I was so confused, and really needed
someone to talk to about everything.  The only person I knew who I could
talk to about it though, was Jon.  And I knew he loved me - so I couldn't
talk to him about it!  There was no way I could hurt him so awfully.  But
- I was with Vincent, and I knew I had to tell Jon.  How was I going to
tell him all this?  Especially since I was so fucking confused myself!

When Wednesday afternoon, the day before Thanksgiving rolled around, I
was on pins and needles all afternoon, dreading that at any minute I'd
hear Jon's car pull into his driveway, and that he'd appear at our door.
I was surprised, and greatly relieved though, when he never came home
until late at night.  It was almost 11PM when I heard his car finally
pull into his driveway.  As relieved as I was that I wouldn't have to
face him until the next day when we got together for Thanksgiving dinner,
I hoped he was alright.  It wasn't like him to take so long to get home
from school, and I'd begun worrying about him.  After I was sure he'd
gone into his house, I surreptitiously peered through the curtains, out
at his car.  It looked OK - so he hadn't had an accident or anything.  I
felt relieved about that.  I was surprised to feel my balls suddenly
tingle a little at the sight of Jon's car.  Before I knew it, I had a
semi, as images of Jon, naked in bed with me flashed through my mind.

"It's too late to see Jon now Honey," my mother said.

"I know Mom.  I think I'll go to bed now," I said, and I headed for the
stairs.

"OK, G'night and sleep tight!" Mom said.

"I will.  G'night Mom," I said.

I headed upstairs then.

                   *                        *                     *

When I got upstairs, I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.  It
was a little difficult to pee, because I was sporting a full-fledged
boner by then, as thoughts of having sex with Jon continued running
through my mind.  I had to bend forward, and hold my dick down, so it
aimed at the toilet bowl, then I had to push to force my pee out.  When I
was finished, I quickly brushed my teeth, then, dashed out into the
hallway, and into my room, quickly shutting the door.

Before I turned the light on in my room, I stepped over to the window and
peered out at Jon's house.  His bedroom window was almost across from
mine.  His light was on, but his curtains were closed.  I jumped back
when I saw his shadow cross them.  My dick was throbbing by then.
Abandoning the window, I went to the night stand next to my bed and
turned on the lamp.  Quickly I stripped, then crawled onto my bed, on top
of the covers, and reached into the drawer of the night stand for my
bottle of lotion.

Smiling, I squirted some lotion into my hand, and mushed it around in my
hand to spread the lotion out evenly, and warm it up a bit too.  A moment
later, I reached for my penis and wrapped my hand around it, and began
sliding my fist up and down its length.  Relief!  As my left hand reached
down and cupped my scrotum, I closed my eyes and smiled to myself, and
began kneading my testicles.

As I fell into my usual masturbatory rythym, and the feeling of pleasure
spread through my body, images of Jon sucking and fondling me flashed
through my mind.  As I imagined he and I lying on my bed next to me - the
two of us in a '69', sucking on each other, the pleasureful feelings I
was having intensified.

Suddenly, in my mind, I felt someone behind me.  It was Vincent.  I could
feel his strong hands parting my ass cheeks.  As I imagined this, I
pulled my legs up and scooped a little bit of lotion from a glob of it
that was resting at the base of my dick, where it connected to my
scrotum.  In my imagination, Vincent reached for my asshole and began
lubricating it, as in our '69' Jon continued sucking me off, and I him.
As I imagined Vincent's finger rubbing my asshole, I began spreading the
lotion from my finger on it, and rubbing it for real.  Then, as in my
mind, I felt Vincent pressing his dick against me, I pressed down on my
pucker.

"Mmmmmmm" I moaned audibly, as my finger slid through my sphincter, and
up into my rectum, while in my mind, it was Vincent's penis pressing
into me.

I reached up inside myself, as far as I could, hooking my finger
slightly, so I was reaching for the front half of my rectum, behind which
I knew I'd find the source of much of my greatest sexual pleasure - my
prostate.

"Ummhh!" I gasped a moment later, as the tip of my finger located and
pressed gently against my walnut-sized lump.

I quickly began massaging my gland, as I imagined Vincent beginning to
fuck me, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over it, causing me
still greater pleasure than I'd been feeling a moment earlier.

A moment later, I heard Vincent let out a slight gasp, which was soon
followed by a low pleasureful moan.  Then, his hand reached past my head
and I saw him spreading Jon's ass cheeks.  I was shocked when he slid his
finger through Jon's sphincter, and dug deep inside his rectum.  As he
began sliding his finger in and out of Jon's asshole, while he continued
fucking me, I heard Jon moan with pleasure too.

For the next couple minutes, as I masturbated and finger-fucked myself, I
fantasized that Jon and I were sucking each other off in a most sensual
way, and that Vincent was gently fucking me from behind, while he and Jon
fingered each other's holes, rubbing each other's prostate glands.  As in
my fantasy, all three of us were moaning intermittently with pleasure, I
was moaning intermittently for real, as my level of pleasureful pressure
gradually, but steadily increased.

All too soon, I felt my orgasm beginning to build.  In my fantasy, all
three of us were becoming more frenzied as our orgasms had begun to build
up.  Vincent was thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking me harder and
faster than before, while in real life, I'd begun jamming my finger in
and out of my hole more roughly as well.  In my mind, Jon and I were
sucking each other more intensely, I'd also sped up my stroke, so that my
hand was flying up and down my lotion-slick cock.

Barely ten seconds later, my climax suddenly began building much more
rapidly, then... as I fought to hold it back, but continued wildly
jacking off and finger-fucking myself, I suddenly exploded.  In my
fantasy, I pumped a huge load of jism into Jon's mouth.  At the same
time, I felt Vincent stiffen up for a moment, before he gasped and
flooded my rectum with semen.  Jon stiffened up then too, and groaned as
he flooded my mouth with his love juice.  As a feeling of joyous relief
washed through me, a rope of cum surged through my cock, rocketing out
the end of it, and flew through the air, landing heavily in a streak on
my chest.

While in real life, I spasmed every couple of seconds, spewing more and
more semen all over my torso, in my fantasy, I kept filling Jon's mouth,
as he filled mine, and Vincent filled my bowels.

Several seconds later, as my orgasm ended, all of our orgasms ended in
my fantasy as well.

As I opened my eyes, and slowed my hand down, I slid my middle finger of
my other hand from my asshole, and lowered my legs.

"Damn!" I thought, as I massaged my dick slowly yet, to make sure all the
cum had been expelled.  I so wished that my fantasy about making love
with both Vincent and Jon had been true.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, smiling slightly, as I coaxed a final bit of semen
from my urethra.  It slid down my cock and over my slippery thumb.

I reached for some tissues then, and spent a minute cleaning myself up.
When I was finished, I got up and peered out the crack in the curtain at
Jon's house.  His room was dark.  Feeling heavy-hearted again, as reality
once again set in, I padded back to my bed, crawled into it, and pulled
the covers up over me.  My worries over what I was going to tell Jon
began anew then, and I lay there miserably, wondering how I was ever
going to break the news to Jon that I was in love with Vincent.

Eventually, I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was
waking up to my mother's knocking on my door, telling me to hurry up and
shower... that our guests would be arriving shortly...

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                             Jon's Story

I was having all the same kinds of feelings Alex was having.

I couldn't believe how fast time flew after I moved in with Ryan, and the
two of us realized we were in love with one another.  The days were a
complete blur, and in no time at all, it was time to go home for
Thanksgiving.  When the school year first started, I had anxiously marked
my calendar and counted the days until I'd be able to go home again.
Now... I found myself dreading the thought altogether.

First and foremost, going home meant I'd be away from Ryan for five
days!  I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand not being with him for that
long.

Secondly, going home also meant that I would have to tell Alex about
Ryan, and our feelings for each other too.  I suppose in reality I
dreaded that most - because I knew I'd be hurting Alex's feelings -
crushing them in fact!  If I sat and thought about it too long and in
depth, I found myself with tears in my eyes at the thought of the pain I
was going to inflict on Alex.  It wasn't that I didn't love him yet,
obviously I did, and very much, or I wouldn't be worrying about hurting
him, but I'd realized that my love for him was more brotherly than
anything else, and I was afraid that his love for me was more romantic
than brotherly.

Because of my feelings about going home, I dallied about at school after
last class and in fact even went out with a few of the local kids for a
while, trying to delay the inevitable.  I was actually successful at
pushing it off for a day, because by the time I finally did arrive at
home, it was going on 11:00, which meant it was too late to be going to
see Alex.  I'd be able to put it off for another day.

It really didn't matter.  In the end, I was going to ruin the boy's
Thanksgiving, and in fact cause him to hurt for some time, and I felt
like a piece of shit for it.

On top of that, my mother was upset that I got home so late, and hadn't
called to let her know I'd be late.  So, I felt bad for that too.

"I'm sorry Mom!  Traffic was awful!" I lied.  Then, to avoid any further
discussion about why I was five hours late, I added, "I'm tired.  I'm
going up to bed."

"Oh!" she said, suddenly sounding concerned.  "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Mom.  Just tired.  It was a long drive.  I'll see you in
the morning," I said.

"Wait!" she said.  "Are you hungry?  I could make you something."

"No thanks.  I'm just tired.  G'night," I said.

"OK," she said, sounding disappointed.  "Good night."

"Night," I replied, and went quickly up the stairs to avoid any further
questions.

                  *                      *                      *

I dumped my stuff in my room, then glanced out the window at Alex's
house.  The window of his room was dark.  Quickly, in case he suddenly
looked out, I drew the curtains shut.

I went and used the bathroom, then went back to my room, and flopped down
on my bed, and stared miserably up at the ceiling.  As I lay there, I
glanced around my room.  It was still the same as it always was.  Looking
around brought back a lot of memories.  Happy ones of times I spent there
with Alex.  In my mind's eye, I could see Alex's smiling face before my
own.  As I imagined him, his expression gradually changed to one of
sexual arousal.  Suddenly, in my mind I was seeing Alex lying on the bed
next to me - naked - with a hardon.  I felt my dick beginning to stiffen
as I watched him in my mind.  Suddenly, I wished he was lying naked next
to me then.  I just wanted to reach for him and  start pleasuring him.

"Fuck me Jon!  Please!" I could hear him saying, and in my mind, I saw
him turning onto his stomach, spreading his legs, and pushing his ass
invitingly up into the air for me, like he'd done so often in the past.

By then, my dick was throbbing!  Quickly I got up, ripped off all my
clothes, and laid back down on the bed.  I reached over to the night
stand and opened the drawer.  My bottle of lotion was still in it.  I
took it out and squirted some into my hand.  A moment later, with images
of Alex laying next to me waiting to be fucked flashing through my mind,
I began masturbating.

As I started pumping my cock, I imagined I'd rolled over and gotten onto
my hands and knees between Alex's legs.  Gently, I slid my lubed dick up
inside him, as he moaned with pleasure.  Now, as I stroked up and down my
shaft, I closed my eyes and imagined I was fucking the boy.

As I continued jacking off, imagining Alex, images of Ryan began
flashing into my mind.  Suddenly, I felt like I was fucking Alex some of
the time, and other times, it was Ryan I was making love to, just like we
had earlier that morning, before we showered together.

Even though my fantasy had become confused, I continued jerking off, and
I could feel my orgasm beginning to build.

As the pressure built within me, images of both Alex and Ryan, each in
states of heightened arousal, flashed through my brain.  Then, I suddenly
caught a whiff of Alex from my pillows, or I imagined that I did, because
I knew my mother must've washed the bedding, so how could I smell Alex?
As I puzzled over this, the smell changed, and suddenly, it was the scent
of Ryan's hair and neck that filled my nostrils.  A few seconds later, I
was ready to explode.

I tried as hard as I could, not to cum right away, but as hard as I tried
not to, the more insistent my body became.

Suddenly, with a half gasp/half grunt, I ejaculated a huge glob of cum,
that flew through the air and landed on the pillow next to my head.

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned as quietly as I could, since Mom was home, as I blew
another string of jism all over my chest.

"awwwwww..." I exclaimed, shooting more semen onto my belly.  It pooled
in my navel.

I continued sliding my hand up and down my rod, until I'd oozed a couple
more loads, which dribbled down my dick, over my fingers and thumb, and
puddled in my pubic hair, and a crease in my scrotal sack.  Then, with my
orgasm over, I reached for the Kleenex box, and used a few wads of tissue
to clean up my mess.

As I got settled back in bed after cleaning up, and turned off the lamp,
I felt a little better - physically.  Emotionally, I was still in a
turmoil over how to tell Alex about my new life with Ryan.

I was so exhausted from school, going out afterward, the drive home, and
all my thinking about how to tell Alex what I had to tell him, that I
quickly fell to sleep.  It was a troubled sleep though, with images of
Alex - upset, and sometimes crying - passing constantly through my brain.

The next thing I knew, my eyes opened, and it was morning.

"Great!" I muttered, sleepily to myself as I realized where I was, and
that my day of reckoning had finally arrived.

                   *                      *                     *

I laid in bed a few minutes, trying to think of when and how I should
break the news about Ryan to Alex, until my mother pounded on the door
and told me to hurry up, or we'd be late for dinner, which we were having
over at Alex's house with him and his mother.

"Why don't you go on over," I called to her.  "I have to shower yet."

"OK, but hurry up!" she said.  I heard her walk away, and head downstairs
then.  A couple minutes later I heard the door close.

Dismally, I got up.  I peered out a crack in the curtain and looked down
the driveway.  Mom was walking over to Alex's back door carrying an open
box of dishes full of food for our dinner.

Alex's mother opened the door and greeted Mom.  I heard her ask where I
was.

"He still has to shower.  I don't what his problem is - but something's
not right with him," I heard her saying as she walked in the door.

"Great!" I thought to myself, as I turned and headed to the bathroom.
"It's obvious too everyone that something's wrong!"

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I quickly brushed my teeth and shaved, while I waited for my morning
hardon to go down enough so I could sit down on the toilet and take a
dump.  It went down while my mind was occupied with shaving, so I quickly
sat on the toilet, took a healthy crap, then wiped myself, before it had
time to stiffen up again.

I had to wait a minute to turn on the water in the shower, as I'd flushed
the toilet, and I didn't want to suddenly be taking a cold shower when
the toilet tank stopped filling.  As I stood in the shower waiting, my
hand moved automatically to my dick, and I stood absentmindedly fondling
myself.

By the time the toilet stopped running, I was nearly hard.  I quickly
turned on the water, waited for it to warm up, then jumped under the
spray.  Once I was wet, I backed up from under the water and shampooed my
hair, and washed the upper half of my body, then rinsed off.  Then, as I
lathered up my cock and balls, and ran a soapy hand between my ass
cheeks, pausing to massage my anus for a moment, my dick stiffened up
again, almost instantly.

"Great!" I thought, grasping it with a soapy hand and half-heartedly
stroking up and down it a couple of times.

The couple strokes I gave myself were enough to change my attitude, and I
quickly began sliding my slippery hand up and down my rod with a little
more alacrity, as wave of pleasure spread through my body.

As I jacked off, I reached between my legs and slid a soapy finger
between my ass cheeks again, pressing inward until I encountered my
pucker, which I again began fingering, giving myself still more pleasure.

As I continued masturbating and fingering my hole for a couple minutes, I
felt the pleasure building within me, and another minute later, I was on
the brink of cumming.  I sped up a little then.

"Awwwww!!!" I gasped a moment later, as my sphincter tightened under my
fingertip, and I blew a wad of jism all over the shower curtain.

I continued stroking myself.

"Ohhhhh..." I groaned a second later, as more semen joined my initial
load on the shower curtain, and like the first glob, immediately began
sliding downward toward the tub.

"Mmmmmmm" I moaned, as a third glob oozed from my piss slit, and dripped
directly down into the tub.

I spasmed a couple more times, adding more cum to the water on the tub
floor, before my orgasm ended.  When it did, I pulled my hand from my
ass, and shook the last bit of jism from the tip of my cock.  Then I
grabbed the showerhead and pointed it at the shower curtain and watched
as my seed was washed down into the tub, and flowed to the drain, where
it swirled around for a moment, before disappearing down the tube.

Feeling a little better physically, I quickly finished washing, then
rinsed and turned off the water.  I dried, then walked back to my room
and got dressed to go over to Alex's.

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I really didn't want to face Alex yet, so I procrastinated, and hung out
in the kitchen, having a cup of cold coffee that was left in the coffee
maker.  It was disgusting.  Finally, at quarter of twelve, I couldn't
think of anything else to do to avoid the inevitable - my mother calling
to bitch at me for not hurrying up - so I pulled my jacket on and trudged
next door.

"It's about time!" Mom hissed at me as I walked in the kitchen door.

"Oh leave him be," Alex's mother said.  Then she smiled and said, "How
are you Jon?"

"Fine thanks!" I said.  "Happy Turkey Day.  Smells good!"

"Well thanks, and happy Turkey Day to you too!" she replied, still
smiling.  "Alex is up in his room."

"Thanks..." I said, trying to figure a way to avoid having to go see
him.  "Do you guys need any help first though?"

"Actually, yes!" my mother said.

"Cool!" I said, smiling.  Both women paused and looked at me.

"Are you alright?" Mom asked.

"I'm fine!" I snapped.  "I was just being thoughtful I thought!"

"Fine," My mother said testily.  "Take these dishes and go put them on
the table.  And don't bother going upstairs to see Alex.  Just holler for
him to come down - it'll be time to eat in a minute!"

"OK," I said, and I picked up a casserole dish she'd indicated, and
headed into the dining room.

"See what I mean?" I heard her mumble to Alex's mom.

I made three more trips between the kitchen and the dining room, with the
women both watching me.  Then, Alex's mother asked me to get Alex.

Taking my mother's earlier suggestion, I just walked over to the stairs.

"HEY ALEX!  TIME TO EAT!" I called.

"COMING!" He called.  I was surprised that he didn't barrel down the
stairs the moment he heard me.  Apparently our mothers were too, as they
exchanged puzzled looks.

A minute later, Alex walked into the dining room.  I was kind of
surprised that he wasn't smiling, and actually looked a little nervous.

"Hi," he said shyly.  I had been expecting him to launch himself at me
and throw his arms around me in a hug.

"Hey!" I replied quietly, following his lead and wondering if he could
tell by looking at me that I had a boyfriend or something, and was upset
about it already.  "How's it going?"

"Fine.  You?" he asked, still uncharacteristically quietly.

"I'm good!" I said, wondering if he really was alright or not.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see both our mothers looking at each
other with confused and concerned looks on their faces.

"Are you two OK?" Alex's mother asked, unable to contain herself.

"Yeah" Alex replied.

"Sure" I said, not certain why Alex seemed so depressed, but happy some
of the attention was taken off my shoulders.

"Well, we kind of expected you two to be happier to see each other," my
mother said.

"We are!" I said, forcing a smile.

"Yeah," Alex said, also forcing a smile.  "Is dinner ready?"

"Yes," his mom said, obviously not buying our fake smiles.  Resignedly
she added, "Why don't we sit down."

I looked over at Alex.  He was looking at me.  As our eyes met, Alex
suddenly averted his, in a guilty way.  What the hell was up with him, I
wondered.  It was almost as if he knew what I had to tell him and was
already upset with me.  As I thought about it a moment I realized though
that that wasn't it either.  Instead, he almost seemed to be nervous and
guilty about something himself - and he was acting just like I was.

To say Thanksgiving dinner, which should have been, and usually was for
us, a joyous occasion, was quiet and strained would have been an
understatement.  Neither Alex nor I were in the mood for conversation,
and both our mothers became more and more concerned as dinner progressed.

Mom asked Alex about school, and his mother asked me some questions about
my school.  We both dutifully answered their queries, but not in great
detail.

I was horrified when my mother suddenly said, "Why don't you tell us
about your new roommate Jon?"

I noticed Alex look curiously at me.  Since I'd moved in with Ryan, I
hadn't spoken with Alex, so of course I hadn't told him about it.

My brain was swirling, but I realized it was a normal enough question, so
I just told them that I'd moved in with a different guy because my
original roommate and my new roommate's original roommate only wanted to
party all the time, and the two of us wanted to study more.

My mother lowered her head and looked over the top edge of her glasses at
me with raised eyebrows.

"Excuse me... did you just say you gave up a roommate who wanted to party
all the time, so you could study more?" she asked, looking slightly
incredulously at me.

"Yes Mom!  I want to do good at school!" I said, smiling slightly.

"Well I'll be!  You really are growing up!" she said, with a faint
smile.  "I think that's wonderful!  I'd really like to meet this new
roommate of your's if he's had that kind of effect on you!"

As I felt my stress level increase, she and Alex's mother exchanged
smiles.

We ate quietly then for a couple more minutes.  Our moms finished their
food first, and sat quietly watching as Alex and I continued plowing
through our second helpings of turkey, stuffing and potatoes.  We both
finished about the same time.

"How about we have our pie in a little while?" Alex's mother suggested.
"That'll give us time to digest, and while we clean up in the kitchen,
you two can go catch up with one another!"

I felt a stab of fear shoot through me, as I realized this was it.  I'd
have to tell Alex about Ryan finally.

Alex and I looked at each other and I could see he looked nervous too,
which surprised me.  I was the one who was supposed to be feeling
nervous, which I did.  We looked at one another for a couple of seconds.
As we did, I noticed that Alex, began looking more and more worried.  I
also realized our mothers were staring at us.  Something had to give.  I
had to tell Alex and get it over with.

"Good idea," I said, looking at Alex, as my stomach twisted and I thought
I was going to vomit.  "We're gonna go over to our house  for a while.  I
have something I want to show Alex.

I decided I'd best get him out of his house when I told him, so we'd be
alone, in case he got loud.  As much as I needed to tell him about Ryan,
both he and I had to hide our feelings about things from our mothers, so
that they didn't find out about the true nature of our relationship.

Alex's eyes got bigger, and he gulped visibly as he looked at me.

"C'mon," I said, getting up and dropping my napkin on my chair.

Looking more nervous than ever, Alex got up too, and followed me out to
the kitchen, as both our mothers stared after us with confused
expressions on their faces.

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I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on.  Alex took his off a hook by the
door and put it on too.  His eyes still looked large when he looked up at
me.

"C'mon," I said.  I turned and opened the door then and walked outside.

Alex trudged silently after me, and followed me into our house.  Silently
we both took off our jackets, then we stood staring silently at one
another for a minute.  Alex looked as upset as I felt myself.

"Well, I know why I'm feeling the way I do, but I don't know why you seem
to be feeling the same way.  It's obvious something's bothering you.  Why
don't you just tell me what it is, and get it off your chest?" I said.

Alex continued looking up at me with big eyes.  As he looked at me, his
face became more miserable looking and his eyes watered.  Then, his lower
jaw started to tremble.  He was definitely on the verge of tears.

"Hey," I said, feeling worse for him than I had been when I thought I was
going to be the one to upset him.  "Whatever it is, it's OK."

"No it isn't!" he burst out and a tear overflowed from his right eye and
trickled down his cheek, as his jaw started to tremble more markedly, and
he sniffled.

"I have something to tell you that I don't think you're going to like!"
he whined.

"Well, that makes two of us," I said, sourly.  Alex was so distraught he
didn't seem to notice though.

"I'm so sorry Jon..." he said, as he started to sniffle even more.  "I -
I m-met a new boy at sch-school, and we became f-friends."

He stopped then to rub his nose and wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"And, that's making you miserable because???" I said, not understanding
why he was upset yet.

Alex hesitated then, and looked miserably at me.  Suddenly he burst out
"We became more than just friends!  We're boyfriends!  I'm so s-sorry
Jon!"

He buried his face in his hands then and began sobbing.

I stared incredulously at Alex for a minute as he stood crying in front
of me.  Suddenly the irony of the situation hit me, and a smile spread
across my face.  Then, I started to chuckle.  As my chuckle became a full
blown laugh, poor Alex looked up at me through his tears, with a look of
utter confusion on his face.

"I'm sorry Alex," I said smiling at him and reaching for him.  "I'm not
laughing at you.  And there's no reason for you to be upset!"

The look of confusion on Alex's face became more intense, as I wrapped my
arms around him in a hug and smiled down at him.

"It's OK!  Everything's going to be OK!" I said.  "It's OK that you have
a boyfriend!"

"I-it is?" he asked, looking up at me incredulously.

"Yeah!" I said, smiling down at him, and squeezing him a little.

Even though he still looked confused, I could see the stress leaving his
face, and a faint smile appearing.

"I d-don't get it," he said.  "I th-thought you and me..."

He trailed off then and his face turned pink, and a mixture of looks
crossed his countenance.

"I know Alex," I said, reaching for a chair from the kitchen table.
"C'mon... sit down, and let me tell you something..."

Alex let me direct him into the chair I'd pulled out for him.  I sat down
in another one that I put right in front of his, so we were sitting right
in front of each other, facing each other.

Alex sniffled and wiped his eyes again, then looked dolefully at me.

"I'm really sorry Jon," he said.

"You have no reason to be sorry, or unhappy about having a boyfriend," I
said, reaching up and rubbing his face.  He looked at me confused yet.

"You and I are a lot more alike than you think," I said, smiling a little
ruefully.  "See... I met a boy at school too - my new roommate Ryan, who
I was telling about at dinner.  Well... me and him - we're boyfriends now
too!"

Alex's expression suddenly changed.  At first he looked confused for a
moment yet.  Then he looked shocked.  He suddenly looked upset then for a
moment - even a little mad.  Then, he looked confused again.

"You have a boyfriend?" he asked, still sounding surprised, and looking
both confused, and I thought a little hurt.  Before I could answer he
looked guilty and said  "I mean... I know I do too... but..."

"It's OK Alex," I said.  I took his hands in mine, and looked into his
confused eyes.  "I hadn't expected you to have found a boyfriend just
now, at the same time I did, but that's great - really!  I was really
upset that I was going to have to tell you about Ryan, because I didn't
want to hurt you - because I love you!  And I know you love me too.  When
I realized I was in love with Ryan, I was upset at first - because I
thought all along that you and I were kind of like boyfriends.  I guess
you did too.  Anyway, I realized that as much as I love you, it's not in
a romantic way.  The fact that you have a boyfriend too, just proves my
theory.  See... the way I see it - we do both love each other - VERY
much!  But, we love each other like brothers - not like boyfriends!  Now
the great thing about that is - that our love for each other will never
end!  We'll always be bound together - as brothers!  We'll always love
one another, and be a part of each other's lives - no matter who we're in
romantic relationships with!  Do you get what I mean?"

Alex had been listening intently to me.  When I stopped speaking, he just
continued looking a me for a minute, as he digested everything I'd just
said.  As he did, a smile began to appear on his face.

"I think I do get it," he said.  "I think maybe you're right, because, I
do love you more than most anyone... but... I kind of love Vincent more I
think - but... not in the same way.  I mean... I don't think I could love
anyone more than I love you - the way I love you... but I can love them
more than I love you - in a different way!  Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling.  "It's exactly the same way I feel about you,
and about Ryan."
Alex grinned then and leaned forward and hugged me.  I hugged him back.

"I love you so much Jon.  I was was so worried you'd hate me for being
with Vincent.  I'm so glad you don't!" he said, squeezing me tightly.

"I love you too Alex, and I was worried too about what you'd think about
me and Ryan," I said.

"He's very lucky to have you!" Alex said.  "I can't wait to meet him
someday!"

"Vincent's lucky to have you too," I said.  "And I can't wait to meet him
too."

Both of us were obviously greatly relieved, and as we both relaxed, we
just sat hugging one another for a minute.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me.

"Uh.... so... you and Vincent have been 'doing it'?" I asked, pushing
Alex back and looking at him.

Alex's face turned red, and he smiled shyly and said, "um... yeah -
haven't you and Ryan?"

It was my turn to blush then and smile shyly as I admitted we had.

We both sat grinning stupidly at each other for a moment. Then Alex said,
"So... do you and I still get to have sex?"

Although the same question had occurred to me over the past couple weeks,
and just the mention of it by Alex caused me to get a semi, I still
wasn't really sure what we should do about it.

"I don't know," I said, thinking yet.  "Quite honestly, I don't see as it
would really matter too much, since we're NOT romantically involved
afterall.  But, I also don't think we really should - at least not unless
we ask both Vincent and Ryan if it's OK first, and they agree.  I
wouldn't want either of them to be hurt!  The thing is, I'm not even sure
if just asking them might hurt them."

"Oh," Alex said, sounding disappointed.  I noticed the bulge that had
begun to develop in his crotch, softened.

"They could always join us!" he piped up, hopefully then, before I had a
chance to say anything else.

I hadn't anticipated that suggestion.

"Uh... I don't know about that," I said.  "I expect it would be fun,
but... I'm not sure they'd understand.  They might not even understand
about how close you and I are, since we aren't really brothers!"

"Oh," Alex said, looking and sounding disappointed again.

I thought for a moment about Ryan.  I figured he'd be OK with me having
Alex as a "little brother" yet, but I wasn't sure he'd be happy or
accepting of the idea of having sex with both me and Alex, or with the
two of us and possibly Vincent too, or even of me having sex sometimes
with just Alex yet either!

"I think we both need to talk to our boyfriends if we want to continue
having any kind sexual relationship yet," I said.  "I don't what they're
gonna think though."

"I guess," Alex said.

"But hey!" I said, smiling.  "They can't say anything about us being like
brothers with one another - so we're safe that way!"

"Yeah!" Alex grinned.

"C'mon... let's go see if the ladies have our pie ready yet!" I said,
getting up.

Alex grinned and got up too, and we put our chairs back.  As I was
turning to go get my jacket, Alex pulled my arm and spun me around.
Spontaneously he threw his arms around me and hugged me.

"I do love you Jon!" he said.

Smiling, I hugged him back and told him I loved him too.

We got our jackets and walked back to Alex's house then.

                  *                    *                     *

"Well!" Alex's mother said, breaking into a smile as we walked into the
kitchen.  "It looks like our boys are back!"

My mother looked at us and smiled.

"Glad you two are feeling better!" she said smiling.

"What?  We're fine!" I said.

"Neither one of you was earlier!" Alex's mother said.  "Care to let us in
on what the problem was?"

"There wasn't a problem!" Alex lied.  He blushed as both women looked at
him pointedly.

"It was a guy thing!" I said, finally.  "We had a 'brotherly issue' to
settle.  It's settled, and everything's fine!"

The women smiled and my mother said, "We're very happy to hear that!"

"You know, you could've come to us and talked to us!" Alex's mother said.

"We needed to settle this on our own," I said.  "And we did.  And
everything's fine!  Our 'brotherly relationship' is stronger than ever,
and nothing will ever get in the way again!"

Both women grinned at us.

"How about some pie then?" my mother asked, sensing that they weren't
going to get anymore information out of either of us.

"Sounds good!" I said, smiling.

"It's about time!" Alex chimed in, grinning as well.

"Pumpkin or apple?" Mom asked.

"Both!" Alex and I both replied in unison.

"You had to ask?" Alex's mother asked mine.

"I know," Mom said.

All four of us smiled, as she began dishing up the pie.

                *                    *                    *

The rest of the day went happily, as it should've.  Alex and I watched
some football on TV, and we all had supper of turkey sandwiches together,
then watched more TV.  Eventually, Mom and I got ready to leave.  Before
we went out the door, Alex and I agreed to get together and do something
the next day.

"Good!  Because we both have to work," His mother said.  "Neither of you
will be alone all day!"

As my dick started to automatically stiffen up at the thought of being
alone all day with Alex the next day, we all bid each other a good-night,
and Mom and I left then.  As we walked back to our house, my dick became
fully hard, and I wondered how I was going to keep from having sex with
Alex, because we still needed to talk to our boyfriends first.

               *                     *                     *

That night, as I lay in bed, after having enjoyed a good jackoff, I
thought back to Alex's suggestion of me and him and Vincent and Ryan
possibly having sex together.  As much as I loved Ryan, I had to admit,
that I was still attracted to Alex, and it had been all I could do for a
minute there earlier when we were talking in the kitchen, to keep my
hands from ripping his pants down,throwing him over the kitchen table,
and fucking him up the ass - which I knew he'd have loved!

How would Ryan react if I asked him if it was OK for me to continue
having sex with Alex?  What would he think if I asked him to join us, or
if Vincent could too?  Did I even have the right to ask any of this of
Ryan?   The more I thought about it, the more confused I got...

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                         Alex's Story - continued

Looking back now, it's kind of funny realizing that Jon and I were having
all the same thoughts, and how we both felt the same way about having to
hurt one another.

Like Jon, I too dreaded the thought of getting out of bed Thanksgiving
morning.  I thought that maybe if I just laid there, I'd fall asleep
again, and everyone would let me sleep through Thanksgiving.  Then, I
wouldn't have to face Jon, when he and his mother came over for turkey
dinner at noon.

As I laid there dreading getting up, my hand slid automatically down
under the covers, to my dick which was stiff, like it was most mornings
when I woke up.  It felt good as I started pulling on it.  Within a
couple minutes, I'd caused myself enough pleasure that I needed to begin
properly jacking off, so I pushed the blankets and sheet off me, exposing
my naked body to the cooler air in the room, which caused an involuntary
shiver to ripple through me.  Quickly, I grabbed my penis and began
masturbating, hoping it would warm me up a little, as well as give me
pleasure.  It did both.

I hadn't been jerking off long at all, and in fact hadn't even reached
for my bottle of hand lotion yet, when I felt my orgasm already starting
to build up.  Not wanting to delay it, and possibly have to start over if
I reached for the lotion, I just continued dry-handing myself.

A few seconds later, I began pumping my cock faster, in response to an
internal urge I felt.  I knew it wouldn't be long and I'd be spraying
myself with jism.

"ALEX!" my mother's voice came sharply through my door bedroom door.

"Ahhh!" I cried out, diving and ripping the blankets up, in case she
opened the door.

"Get a move on!  Jon and his mother'll be here any minute!" Mom said in a
perturbed tone.

"Alright!  I'm coming!" I said, hoping I didn't sound too urgent.

"You still have to shower, so hurry up!" she replied.

"I know!" I said.

"Alright," she said.  Then, I heard her footsteps receding down the
hallway.

"Shit!" I said, disgusted, when I pushed the bedclothes back off me and
discovered my dick had wilted completely.

I knew I had to hurry up, but I was so stressed by having to face Jon
later, I figured maybe if I could just hurry up and get off, I'd feel a
little better, so I grabbed my dick and started to play with it again.
Within a minute, it was hard, and I was pounding away on it again, and my
left hand was fondling my balls, gently rolling them around in my nut
sack.

It only took a minute or so to once again get back to the point I'd been
at before my mother interupted me.  As I continued pumping up and down my
cock, I felt my orgasm beginning to build up again.  As my body began to
tense up slightly, I felt my nuts pulling up toward my body, and gave
them a slight squeeze, which intensified my feeling of pleasure.  As I
kneaded them, I noticed my balls felt slightly larger too.

A moment later, I could feel the cum beginning to move into my urethra.
My body tensed up like a board, as I fought the urge to explode, while my
hand started moving up and down my rod even faster.

A few seconds later, just as I was about to blow, my mother hollered
through the door again!

"I said to hurry up Alex!" she cried.

"I AM!  I'M COMING!"  I hollered, angrily, ripping the covers up over me
yet again.

Again, her footsteps receded.  Again, my impending orgasm had waned.
Again, I threw the covers off and started pounding my pud all over!

I hadn't let so much time elapse during this latest interruption and
resuming jacking off, so my dick wasn't all the way soft again yet.  I
just began stroking quickly up and down it again, and within a few
seconds, my orgasm was once again building up.

Desperately, I slammed my hand up and down my dick again, praying my
mother wouldn't come back yet again.  She didn't.  This time, as my
orgasm built up, and I tensed up and squeezed my balls, just as I was
about to blow, there were no interuptions, and with a gasp, I blew a HUGE
glob of semen all over my chest.

"Awwww...." I gasped finally.

I gasped again a second later, as more jism rocketed out of my cock.

"Mmmmm...." I moaned, as I shot another load.  My chest and belly were
getting really coated with cum.

I don't know.  Maybe it was the interruptions, but for some reason, this
orgasm seemed to be more intense than usual.  I also seemed to shoot more
cum than usual.

The intensity of my spasms began to wane then, and I slowed my stroke
down just a bit.  I was swept with two or three more waves of pleasure
before my orgasm finally ended, leaving my chest, belly, hand and pubic
hair at the base of my dick an absolute mess of semen.

"Damn!" I said, smiling slightly, as I reached for the Kleenex box.

I quickly cleaned myself up, then got up and ran to the bathroom, where I
showered and brushed my teeth.  Afterward I ran back to my room, and got
dressed.  When I was finished, I sat on the edge of my bed, just
waiting.  I could hear voices downstairs, and assumed Jon and his mother
had arrived.  I thought it was strange though that Jon hadn't come
upstairs to see me.

As I thought about possible ways to break the news about Vincent to Jon,
a shiver of both excitement and nervousness shot through me when I
suddenly heard Jon's voice hollering up the stairs, calling me to come
and eat.  It was time to face the music!

                    *                  *                    *

As I came down the stairs, my mother and Jon's mother were both putting
food on the table.  Jon was standing nearby, looking across the room at
me.  I was surprised that he didn't seem happy.  In fact, he looked
upset.  I wondered if he'd had a fight with his mother about something.
Whatever it was, it only made me feel worse about having to tell him
about Vincent.

Then, to make matters worse, he didn't say anything.

Finally I looked at him and said "Hi."

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.  He didn't sound upset with me, but he
didn't sound or seem right.

"Fine.  How're you?" I asked.

"I'm good," he said.  Clearly he wasn't though.  And our mothers realized
it too.

"Are you two OK?" my mother asked then, looking back and forth between
us.

"Yeah," I said, hoping she'd drop it.  I didn't want anymore attention
called to me.  I was nervous enough.

"Sure," Jon agreed.  I got the impression he felt the same way I did.

"We expected you'd be happier to see each other!" Jon's mom said then.

I knew why I wasn't happy about our reunion.  But I hadn't expected Jon
to seem unhappy too.  Normally, he'd have been all smiles and probably
even hugged me.  I so wish he had.  I was miserable enough for both of us
as it was.

"We are," Jon said, in an attempt to cover the problem up.

"Yeah," I said, following Jon's lead.  Then, trying to change the
subject, I asked if dinner was ready.

We were told it was, and to go sit down then.

Dinner was quieter than any other meal we'd ever shared together before.
Finally, trying to make conversation, Jon's mother started asking me
about school.  Then my mother started asking Jon questions about his
college.  We answered their questions, but the conversation still lagged.

I was surprised when Jon's mother said, "So Jon, why don't you tell us
about your new roommate!"

I hadn't heard that Jon had a new roommate.  I was more surprised though
by his reaction to his mother's question.  He seemed like he didn't want
to talk about Ryan at all.  It was funny though when he told us that he
moved in with him because his first roommate only wanted to party and he
couldn't get any studying done.  Apparently the same had been true with
Ryan and his roommate.  Somehow I thought there was more to the story
than Jon was telling us though.  I wasn't to find out until later though,
just what it was Jon had omitted.

We all ate quietly for a while then, until we'd finished our meals.  Then
Mom suggested we wait and have our pie a little later.  She said it would
give us a chance to digest, and she and Jon's mom could pick up, while
Jon and I spent some time together.

"Great!  That's just what we need!" I thought to myself.

I was surprised then, and suddenly felt like vomiting when Jon said he
thought that was a good idea, and that he and I were going over to his
house because he had something to show me.

I felt like I was walking to my doom as I followed Jon to his house.

                   *                      *                         *

Jon didn't say anything and neither did I when we got to his house.  We
just took our jackets off and stood looking at each other.  It seemed
like neither of us wanted to talk.  Jon looked upset too - just like me.

"Well, I know why I'm not happy, but I don't know why you aren't," He
said.  "Obviously something's bothering you.  Why don't you tell me what
it is!"

I didn't know what to say.  I knew I had to tell him about Vincent, but
he already was in a bad mood, so I really didn't want to discuss it just
then.  He kept looking at me though, waiting.  As he looked at me, I felt
worse and worse.  As he kept watching me, I felt like I was going to
cry.  I hated that I was getting so emotional in front of Jon like that,
but the more I dwelled on it, the worse it got, til I was almost crying
openly as he looked at me.

He must've realized how upset I was because his face softened, and so did
his tone when he said, "Hey, whatever it is, it'll be OK."

"No it won't!" I said, and then a tear broke loose from my eye and ran
down my face.  I had to sniffle to keep snot from running out of my nose
too.

I was so miserable by then, I couldn't take it anymore and I gave up.  I
had to tell him.

"I have something to tell you that you aren't going to like!" I said.

Jon muttered something I think, but I don't know what he said.  I wasn't
paying close attention.

"I'm so sorry Jon," I said, then I had to snuffle again.  "I met a new
boy at school, and we became friends."

There.  It was out there now.  I'd almost begun fully crying though.  I
had to wipe my eyes and nose.

"And, that's making you miserable???" Jon asked.  Obviously, he didn't
get what I meant.

I was a wreck.  I still had to tell him the hard part.

"We became more than just friends!" I said finally.  "We're boyfriends!
I'm sorry!"

I knew I'd hurt Jon really badly, and I couldn't face him.  I felt so
awful, I began crying for real, so I covered my face and let myself cry.

Suddenly I heard Jon crying.  I had to look up then.  When I did though,
he wasn't crying, he was laughing.  I couldn't figure out why he would be
laughing at what I just told him.

"I'm sorry Alex," he said, smiling at me.  He reached out and scooped his
hand behind my arm then and pulled me toward him.  "I'm not laughing at
you.  And there's no reason for you to be upset!"

I didn't understand what was going on at all, but if felt nice when Jon
wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.  And he didn't seem upset.  In
fact, he was smiling.  I was never so confused.

"It's OK!  Everything's OK!" he said.  "It's OK for you to have a
boyfriend!"

"It is?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah!" He said, smiling at me.  I felt him hug me tighter for a moment.

I was still confused, but I didn't feel half as bad as I did before.  I'd
been so worried about hurting Jon, and obviously he wasn't upset.

"I don't get it," I said.  "I thought you and me were..."

Suddenly, I felt extremely embarrassed, as well as very confused yet.
I'd thought of us as boyfriends, but apparently he hadn't.  I didn't know
what to think then.  I even felt a little hurt.

"I know Alex," he said.  He pulled a chair out from the table and told me
to sit down, that he had something to tell me.

Completely confused by then, I sat down.  Jon pulled out another chair
and sat facing me.

"I'm really sorry Jon," I said, sniffling a little yet, and still certain
I must've upset or hurt him somehow.

"You don't have to be sorry, or sad that you have a boyfriend," Jon
said.  He reached out and touched me on the cheek then - the way an adult
does to a child they care about.  I wasn't sure I liked being treated
like I was that little, and I was still confused.

Jon told me we were more alike than I thought.  Then he smiled and said,
"I met a boy at school too - Ryan - my new roommate - who I told you
about at dinner.  Well... me and him are boyfriends now too!"

I was stunned.  Then, after a minute, I was hurt and angry at Jon for
betraying me.  Then I remembered I'd done the same thing to him.  I was
completely confused again then about our relationship.

"You have a boyfriend?" I asked, finally confused and a little hurt yet.
I had to keep reminding myself that I had Vincent too.  When I
remembered, I quickly added, "I mean I know I do too, but..."

"It's OK Alex," he said.  He took my hands in his then and looked right
into my eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to find a boyfriend so
quickly, and just at the same time I did, but that's great!  I was upset
because I knew I was going to have to tell you about Ryan, and I didn't
want to hurt you - because I love you!  I know you love me too.  When I
realized I was in love with Ryan, I was upset at first - because I
thought all along that you and I were boyfriends.  I realized though that
even though I love you, it's not romantic love between us.  Since you
have a boyfriend too, that proves my theory.  The way I see it - we do
both love each other - VERY much!  But, we love each other like brothers
- not like boyfriends!  The great thing about that is - that our love for
each other will never end!  We'll always be brothers!  We'll always love
one another, and be a part of each other's lives - no matter who we're in
romantic relationships with!  Do you understand that?"

When Jon stopped talking, I didn't say anything right away.  I was busy
thinking about all he'd just said.  As I thought about it, I began to
understand his point.

"I think I get it," I said.  "I think you're right, because, I love you
more than almost anyone... but... I think I love Vincent more - but...
not the same way.  I mean... I don't think I could love anyone more than
I love you in the way I love you... but I can love someone more than I
love you - but in a different way!  Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," Jon said, and he was smiling.  "It's exactly the same way I feel
about you."
I was so relieved, and so happy suddenly.  Jon seemed to be too.  We both
grinned and hugged each other.

"I love you so much Jon.  I was was so worried you'd hate me for getting
with Vincent.  I'm so glad you don't!" I said, as I continued hugging
Jon.

"I love you too Alex, and I was worried about what you'd think about me
and Ryan too," he said.

"He's lucky to have you!" I said.  "I can't wait to meet him!"

"Vincent's lucky to have you too," Jon said.  "And I can't wait to meet
him too."

We just sat hugging one another for a minute.

Suddenly John asked "Uh.... so... you and Vincent have been 'doing it'?"

He pushed me away and looked at me.

I felt my face heat up, as I smiled awkwardly and said "uh... yeah -
haven't you and Ryan too?"

Jon blushed then too and smiled shyly as he admitted they had.

We both sat smiling at each other. Then a thought hit me, and I said,
"So... do you and I still get to have sex?"

Jon suddenly looked confused.

"I don't know," he said, thoughtfully.  "Honestly, I don't know if it
would matter too much.  But, I don't think we should, unless we ask
Vincent and Ryan if it's OK first."

"Oh," I said, suddenly feeling disappointed.  I'd begun developing a
boner, just thinking about being with Jon.  Quickly it started to go back
down.

"Maybe they could join us!" I said, hopefully, before Jon said anything
else.

He looked surprised.

"I don't know," he said after a minute.  "It probably would be fun,
but... I'm not sure they'd understand.  They might not even understand
about how close you and I are, since we aren't really brothers!"

"Oh," I said, feeling disappointed again.

I thought for a minute then about Vincent.  I figured he'd be OK with me
having Jon as a "big brother".  In fact, he might like to be another
"little brother" of Jon's.  As I thought about it though, I wasn't sure
he'd be happy about having sex with both me and Jon, or even Ryan too.
And I wondered what he'd think of just me and Jon getting together
sometimes too!  Somehow I didn't think he'd like it really.

"I think we need to talk to our boyfriends if we want to continue having
any kind sexual relationship yet," Jon said.

"I guess," I said.

"They can't say anything about us being like brothers though!" he said,
smiling.

"Yeah!" I said, grinning.

"C'mon... let's go see if the ladies have our pie ready yet!" he said
then, getting up.

I grinned and got up too, and we put our chairs back.  As Jon went to get
his coat, I grabbed him and hugged him.

"I love you Jon!" I said.

Smiling, he hugged me back and told me he loved me too.

We got our jackets and walked back to my house then.

                  *                    *                     *

"Well!" Mom said, smiling as we walked into the kitchen.  "It looks like
our boys are back!"

Jon's mom smiled too.

"Glad to see you two are feeling better!" she said smiling.

"We're fine!" Jon said.

"Neither one of you was earlier!" Mom said.  "Care to let us in on what
the problem was?"

"There wasn't a problem!" I said.  I got embarrassed then when they
realized I'd obviously just lied to them, and Mom glared at me
disapprovingly.

"It was a guy thing!" Jon said, hoping to save me.  "We had a 'brotherly
issue' to settle.  Everything's fine now!"

They smiled and Jon's Mom said, "We're very happy to hear that!"

"You know, you could've come to us and talked to us!" Mom said.

"We needed to settle this on our own," Jon said.  "And we did.  And
everything's fine!  Our 'brotherly relationship' is stronger than ever,
and nothing will ever get in the way again!"

Both our mothers smiled at us.

"How about some pie then?" Jon's mother asked.

"Sounds good!" Jon said.

"It's about time!" I added, grinning.

"Pumpkin or apple?" his Mom asked.

"Both!" we both replied at the same time.

"You had to ask?" my mother said, looking at Jon's mother.

"I know," she said.

All four of us smiled, as she began dishing up the pie.

                *                    *                    *

The rest of the day was great!  We watched football, and had turkey
sandwiches and more pie.  When it got later, Jon and his mom got ready to
go.  Before they did, Jon and I set it up to get together the next day.

"Good!  Because we both have to work," Mom said.  "Neither of you will be
alone all day!"

As we all said good-night, and Jon and his Mom left, I felt my dick
tingle with anticipation of the next day.  I wondered if I'd be able to
talk Jon into having sex, even if we hadn't talked to Vincent and Ryan
about it yet.

I wondered then what Vincent would think, if he found out though.  And
how would he feel if we asked him to join in?  Would I ruin things for me
and Vincent if I tried to continue having sex with Jon???  Suddenly I was
confused again...

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