Date: Sun, 03 Sep 2000 23:49:40 CDT
From: Randy O'Brien <therandyone@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ice_Storm_Chapter_8

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Ice Storm

Chapter 8

I woke at about 11:00, feeling like my bladder was about to burst.  I
carefully untangled myself from Russ who was still sleeping, and made my way
to the bathroom.  As I was standing there pissing, I could hear a soft snore
coming from the room where Trent and Blake were sleeping, and assumed that
they were both still sleeping soundly.  Deciding to peek in on them, and
make sure that they had gotten situated last night, I stuck my head in the
room, only to see Trent walking around the end of the bed, and heading for
the bathroom also.  "Mornin" he called softly.
"Yeah, something like that.  I didn't even look at the clock to see what
time it was," I replied laughing.  "Looks like the younger ones are still
sleeping."
"Yeah, Blake was so tired last night, he was asleep almost before we were in
bed.  And I wasn't far behind him."
"Yeah, me and Russ were out pretty soon after you two got up to come in here
too."
"I'll get your clothes out of the dryer, and you can put something on, or
you can wear the sweats you were wearing last night.  We'll go upstairs and
get some breakfast, and see what's happening in the real world", I said, as
he started to take his morning piss.
"I'll just put on the sweats for now, and put my clothes on after I take a
shower, and wash some of this dried cum off of me."
"Yeah, I know the feeling.  I didn't take a shower last night, and I feel
rather gritty and grimy," I replied.  "But first things first, I need
something to eat, and something to drink."
"Yeah, I could definitely use some breakfast, and something to drink.  Those
burgers were good last night, but that's been a long time ago," he said
smiling.
"OK, I'll grab something to wear, and you can slip into those sweats.  We'll
see about getting some food, and I imagine Russ and Blake will be waking up
hungry before too long, so we might as well get something ready for them
too," I replied, heading into my closet, to grab some sweats for myself.  As
I started putting on my sweats, I commented, "Feels like dad has already
been up, and took care of the heat, at least for the morning.  I'll check it
again after we eat."
"I'm ready, I guess.  I look like Medusa, with my hair sticking up every
direction, but don't guess it makes a lot of difference, just for
breakfast."
"Hey, you look better than I do," I said, running my fingers through my
hair, trying to get it to lay down at least a little bit.
"Come on, there's nobody here to impress but me, and you impressed me last
night," Trent said, giving me a light shove away from the mirror.
"OK, OK, I'm coming," I replied.  As we slipped out the door to my bedroom,
and headed up stairs, I smelled breakfast cooking.
"Something smells good," Trent said.
"Yup, looks like dad hasn't been up too long either.  If he's cooking
breakfast, that means I don't have to, and it will be a good breakfast.  As
we got to the top of the stairs, I saw dad standing in the kitchen, wearing
nothing but his underwear.  "Hey pop, have you forgot we have guests?" I
said, kidding him.
"Naahh, but Billy is in the shower, and I brought my robe down with me, and
when I hear the shower go off, I will put it on, and go put on some
clothes," he replied.  "How are our other guests this morning?" he said,
turning to look at Trent.
"We are fine, Mr. Hampton.  And we really want to thank you for everything
you have done so far, and letting us stay here until the roads are clear
enough to get home," Trent replied.
"Well, first things first, and you tell your brother too, my name is Chuck,
not Mr. Hampton.  And as for letting you stay here, we are glad to have you,
right Randy?"
"Oh, we are very glad to have them," I replied, reaching over and placing my
arm around Trent's shoulders.
Dad looked kinda shocked when I did that, but gave me the sign that he
wanted to talk to me later in private.  I just nodded affirmative.  "Hey,
pop, what's for breakfast?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Got bacon and sausage cooking, just getting ready to start the eggs.
Biscuit and gravy are already ready, and under the heat lamps, and I take
special orders for pretty much anything else.  How do you boys like your
eggs?" he asked Trent.
"Scrambled is fine for me and Blake."
"I don't eat eggs and you know it, but I don't know about Russ.  He and
Blake were still asleep when we snuck out to come up here, but I imagine
that when they smell this food cooking, they will wake up pretty soon."
"You boys should to be nice, and carry them breakfast in bed," he said.  I
saw the mischief in his eyes, but liked the idea, so didn't complain.
"Randy, if you will get the milk and OJ out of the fridge, we will be about
ready for breakfast," he said as he started scrambling several eggs.  "I
just made a simple breakfast this morning, because I didn't know when
everybody would to be up, and didn't know what everyone liked.  Starting
tomorrow, we start eating like we always do," he said, looking at me.  "I
don't know if you like coffee or not Trent, but there's some right over
there.  Randy doesn't drink it, but I can't get started without it, so I
made a nice big pot.
"No, thanks, Chuck.  I don't drink coffee, but Blake does, and I know he
will really appreciate it."
As I got the milk and orange juice out of the refrigerator, and setting them
on the counter.  Dad said, "Why don't you get the bed trays out, and you
four boys can have breakfast in bed."
"Sounds like a great idea to me," I replied, reaching into the pantry for
the trays that fit perfectly over someone sitting in bed.  I also grabbed a
coffee cup, and put on one of the trays for Blake, and set an extra on my
tray, in case Russ liked coffee, which I really didn't think he would.
"There ya go, all set to go," I said, grabbing silverware and putting it on
each tray as well.  Finally, I grabbed four glass decanters, and filled two
with milk, and two with orange juice, and put a small pot of coffee on
Blake's tray as well.  As dad filled everyone's plates with generous
helpings of food, I walked over to the dumb waiter, and slid the door open.
Stacking the trays with the now full plates on top of each other, I
carefully set them inside, along with the carafes of milk, juice and coffee.
"OK, lets go downstairs, and have breakfast," I said, turning to Trent.
"Huh?  Why did you put it all in there?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"So we won't have to carry it downstairs.  It will to be down there waiting
for us when we get there," I said, heading for the stairs.
Trent hurried to catch up with me, and as we were going down the stairs, he
said, "What is that thing?"
"It's dads own modification of an old dumb waiter, which is normally used to
move food and small items from one floor of a house to the next.  He
improved on it, and now, there is an outlet for the dumbwaiter in almost
every room of the house.  I'm not sure exactly how it all works, but I know
it has something to do with the base unit there in the kitchen moving up and
down, and I have no idea how it works once it gets to the correct floor.  I
just know that I will press a button in my room, and in about 60 seconds,
the food will to be there waiting for us.  Pretty slick, huh?" I replied.
"Yeah, if we don't end up with our juice and milk in our eggs," he said, not
quite believing it would work.
"What do you think, should we wake them, or let them sleep?" I asked.
"Let's get them up while breakfast is hot.  If they wanna go back to sleep
after they eat, they can, but I know Blake has had enough sleep.  He will
sleep all day if you let him, and it's time for him to wake his lazy butt
up."
"Right after I finish breakfast, I'm gonna grab a shower, and get cleaned
up, and dressed. I'll drop your clothes off in your room before I get in the
shower, but don't to be in any hurry to get dressed or get out.  I have a
few things that I need to get done, and then I will have the rest of the day
free," I said, as the light came on, indicating that our breakfast was
behind the small panel.  I opened the door to the small panel, and sure
enough, four trays, with a ton of food, milk, juice, and Blake's coffee,
were sitting there waiting for us.
"Wow, it does work.  I can't believe it.  I've seen those things in movies,
but I always assumed that they didn't work, but I've never even seen one in
the movies that did more than move up and down.  That is cool," he said,
grabbing the top two trays.
I grabbed a carafe of milk, juice, and Blake's coffee, and followed him
breathe the bathroom, and into their room.  "Just set it down on the table,
and climb into bed, and I will hand them to you, and you can wake Blake
after I am gone."
"Should I take my clothes off, or just get in bed with them on?" he asked.
"Doesn't matter to me, but after last night, I think Blake would prefer it
if you didn't have anything on.  Who knows, you might get to feed him a
little desert after breakfast," I said, thinking that I certainly intended
to have some of Russ for desert if he was willing.
"Thanks," Trent said, as he slipped the sweatshirt over his head, and
started to slip the sweat pants off.  I noticed that he was already about
half hard, and was sticking out impressively.
"Just get in the bed," I said, laughing.
"OK, OK," he said, climbing under the sheet and comforter, and propping
himself up against the headboard.  "Hand it over, and go get in your own bed
and we'll see you in a little while," he said, as I handed him his tray.
"I'll set Blake's tray right here beside you, and you can give it to him
when he wakes up," I said, setting the tray with the coffee on it on the bed
next to Trent.  "I'm gone to have breakfast with Russ, I'll see you guys
later," I said, headed for the bathroom to get back to my room before my
breakfast got cold.
Russ was starting to stir a bit when I came back in, apparently from all of
the noise that Trent and I had made, and from the delicious smell of the
breakfast that was making its way around the room.  "Morning sleepyhead," I
said, as he opened his eyes.  "Are you gonna sleep all day, or would you
like some breakfast?"
"Hmm, I think I'll take the breakfast, it smells great," he said, starting
to get up.
"Oh no you don't.  You don't get up, unless it's to go to the bathroom.  I
am going to serve you breakfast in bed," I said, pushing him back down onto
the bed.
"Thanks, I've never had anyone serve me breakfast in bed before," he
replied.
"Well, you had never had a blow job before last night either, had you?"  I
replied as I brought his tray to him, and set it over his lap.
"No, and I can't wait until I get a chance to return the favor," he said
smiling.
I stripped off my sweatshirt and sweatpants, and brought my tray to the bed,
carefully sat it down on the edge of the bed, and climbed in next to Russ.
As I set my tray down over my own lap, I could feel his warm body next to
mine.  "You know, I don't think I have ever been happier, than I am right
now.  Having you here beside me, and Trent and Blake in the next room."
"Me either," he said, starting to dig into his breakfast.  "This is really
good!  Did you cook this?" he asked.
"No, dad did, Trent and I just decided to serve you and Blake in bed, so we
could to be with you a little bit longer."
"Well, your dad is a much better cook than mine ever has been.  My mom
always did the cooking, until she died," he commented.
I saw the sad expression on his face, and reached out and put my arm around
him.  "What happened to your mom?, I asked softly, holding him close to me.
"If you don't mind talking about it," I added, just in case he wasn't
comfortable with the subject.
"She was killed in a car wreck, three years ago," he replied, with a tear
rolling down his cheek.
I wiped the tear away, and said, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I've never talked to anyone about it.  Dad doesn't like to talk about it,
and I never really had anyone else that I thought cared enough to listen,
and wouldn't laugh if I started crying," he said.
"Well, I will listen, and I promise you that I won't laugh.  You are my
friend, and that's what friends are for."
"Thanks," he said, turning to put both of his arms around me, and hugging
me.
As he ate, he slowly told me about his mom, and how much he missed her.  His
mom had been his best and almost his only friend.  I felt so sorry for him,
and just held him closer and let him cry himself out.  "Is this the first
time you have let yourself grieve for her?" I asked, figuring that it
probably was.
"It's the first time I have cried since the funeral," he said.  "I miss her
so much.  Things just aren't the same without her.  It has been so long
since I had anybody to talk to.  She always listened, and helped me with my
problems.  Dad tries, but he just doesn't understand my problems, and I
don't have any friends.  Well, not until now."
"Well, I know I can't replace your mom, and I don't even want to try, but I
will to be here for you, anytime you want to talk.  And I don't just mean
until you go home either.  When this storm is over, I still want to be your
friend," I said, hoping that I could to be of some small comfort to him.
"Thanks, Randy.  That means more than you know."
"And I know that dad likes you too, and if there are guy things that you
don't want to talk to me about, you can talk to him.  He won't hurt you, and
he will do his best to help you."
"You two are just wonderful," he said.  "If you don't mind my asking, what
happened to your mother?"
"Well, she left us, when I was just a baby.  I don't really remember her at
all.  As far back as I can remember, it has just been me and dad.  I don't
miss her, but sometimes it would to be nice to have a family," I replied,
thinking back to the times I had envied my friends having a family."
"Why, what happened that she left?" he asked.
"I don't know, I was very sick as a baby, and she left before I had ever
left the hospital.  Dad came home from work one day, and there was a note on
the table, saying that she was sorry, but she just couldn't face him to tell
him goodbye.  Dad rushed to the hospital, and the doctors told him that she
had not been there that day, and that I was doing a little better.
Strangely enough, from that time on, I continued to get better."
"I'm sorry.  I know it doesn't mean much, since I wasn't even born then, but
I feel sorry for you and your dad."
"That's OK.  We do all right.  Just the two of us.  But I do miss not having
a brother.  Dad told me a couple of years ago that they had planned to have
another child when I was about two, and I would have really liked to have
had a little brother.  Preferably someone like you," I said, with a tear in
my eye.
"I would love to be your little brother," Russ replied, looking up at me.
"We may not have been born brothers, but that doesn't mean we can't be
brothers," he said, with nothing but love in his angelic face.
"Do you really mean that?" I asked, so afraid that he didn't, but hoping
that he did.  "When I see brothers like Trent and Blake, it makes me miss
not having a brother even more.  And if I could have picked a brother, I
think I would have picked you," I said, reaching down to give him a quick
kiss on the cheek.
"I've always wanted an older brother, somebody to help me, and somebody I
could look up to."
"Well, I don't know about looking up to me, but I will always to be here to
help you.  You know that."
After breakfast, Russ decided that he needed a shower, so while he was in
the bathroom, I went in to check on Trent and Blake, who were happily still
laying in bed, their breakfast dishes setting off to the side.  "Well Blake,
how did you like having Trent serve you breakfast in bed?" I asked, noting
that his head was resting on Trent's shoulder, as they lay under the satin
sheet.
"It was great.  And thank you for suggesting it."
"I didn't suggest it, dad did, but we liked the idea.  Russ is taking a
shower, and I'm gonna follow him, but I thought I would check in and see if
you two needed anything before I started doing a couple of things.  I will
get your clothes, and bring them in here, although you don't have to get
dressed until you are ready.  And if you want, you are more than welcome to
wear more of my sweats.  They are hanging in my closet.  Just help
yourself."
"Thanks, Randy.  We may just do that, at least for today.  Doesn't look like
we will to be going anywhere," Trent replied.
"Well, just make yourselves at home, and if you need anything just yell at
me or dad."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Trent asked.  "We feel kinda guilty
taking advantage of you like this."
"Naahh, don't worry about it.  I've got a couple of things to do, take some
towels out of the washer and put them in the dryer, and bring in a little
more firewood for the stove, but that's about it.  The house pretty much
takes care of itself, except for little things like that."
"We can bring in the wood for you," Blake volunteered.  "At least that way
we would to be doing something to earn our keep," he said smiling.
"Don't worry about it, you guys are still wore out from last night.  And I
shouldn't have kept you up all night in my room either.  So just take it
easy, at least for today, and we will see about tomorrow when tomorrow gets
here."
"Thanks.  And tell your dad thanks again, too.  We really appreciate
everything you have done for us already, and what you are still doing,"
Trent said.
"Forget it. And you two enjoy yourselves this afternoon.  There are tons of
movies upstairs.  If you want to watch them up there, feel free to, or you
can bring them down here, and watch them in here if you want.  I'm gonna
grab a couple of pieces of firewood, and drop those towels in the dryer, and
get a shower.  See you guys in a little while."
As I pulled the towels out of the washer, and put them in the dryer, I was
thinking of how wonderful this was all turning out to be.  Almost like a
fairy-tale.  After bringing in four arm loads of wood for the stove, I
decided that that would to be enough wood for today.  It was still sleeting
out, and was very dark and cloudy.  I had gotten chilled to the bone in less
than 15 minutes bringing that wood in.  I stacked it where it could dry, and
headed for my bedroom, and a nice warm shower.
Russ was still in the shower as I stripped out of my wet clothes, and headed
towards the bathroom.  "Hey, you gonna to be in there all day, or do the
rest of us get to wash our butts too?" I asked, as I was grabbing a towel
from the cabinet.
"Well, it's not like you haven't seen me naked, you can just come on in and
I will wash your back for you, and you can wash mine," he replied with a
hint of teasing in his voice.
"OK, but don't forget, you are the one that invited me in," I said, as I
opened the shower door, and walked in behind him.  Dad had planned well when
he had built this house.  All of the bathrooms had very large showers, as
well as large tubs.  I generally showered, but occasionally used the tub if
I was sore or was just wanting to relax for a while.  This shower was plenty
big enough for all four of us if Trent and Blake decided to join us, with
three shower heads, each controlled independently, and even a seat on one of
the walls.  "I needed to take a shower last night, but was just so tired,
and besides that, I didn't want to leave you," I said, reaching for the
shampoo.
"Well, I think last night turned out wonderful, and if today is anywhere
near as good, I am looking forward to it," Russ said, as he rinsed the soap
off of his face.
"I know I enjoyed last night, and this morning, and I am certainly looking
forward to today.  I just came in from outside, and it is still sleeting and
snowing.  It hardly looks daylight out there the clouds are so dark and
thick."
"Well, that is fine with me, I don't mind being inside with you all day.
Especially with Trent and Blake here.  They seem like such great guys."
"Yeah, they are pretty cool.  And the way that they act, you would think
that they had never been away from home before," I comment.
"Maybe they haven't.  I never have.  And I'm sure that even if they have,
they haven't been somewhere like this that they can openly show their love
for each other.  I am surprised that they are as open with you and me as
they are."
"Well, I just hope that they are comfortable here.  And I want you two to be
comfortable here too.  If you had rather have your own room, we can get you
your own room, and you can still come down here and visit me, anytime you
want to."
"Naahh, unless you want me out of your room," Russ replied, looking at me,
not sure what I was getting at.
"Absolutely not.  I would love to have you in there all the time, but I
thought you might want some privacy.  If you decide to do something with
Trent or Blake, I would guess that the one that isn't with you, will to be
with me, so you can take either room.  I just want you to feel at home here.
  Because at least for the next few days, this is your home."
"Well, you can put your mind at ease, I feel completely at home here.
Actually I think I would feel at home anywhere that you were," he said, as
he walked over and gave me a hug.
I stood there with soap on my face, and held him for a minute, feeling as
comfortable as I had ever felt with anyone in my life.  "Well, my home will
always to be your home, you know that don't you?" I said, as I rinsed the
soap from my face, with my arm still around him.  "I love you Russ."
"Oh, Randy," he said.  "I love you, too.  I thought you knew that."
"Well, I kinda thought that you might, but I didn't want to say anything.
We haven't known each other for very long, and I guess I was kinda scared of
being rejected, but I have never loved anyone like I love you," I replied,
and then kissed him passionately as we stood under the spray of warm water.
As we stood there kissing, I could feel my dick start to harden, and I felt
his growing between my legs.  Suddenly I felt his hands running down my
back, as he started to lower himself, kissing and licking my neck and chest
as he worked his way down my body.  By now I was completely hard, and I felt
him start to lick my cock.  I slowly leaned back against the warm granite
wall of the shower, as he slowly and sensuously took the head of my dick
into his mouth.  I laid my hand on his head, as he gently swirled his tongue
around the head of my cock.  As he took me into his mouth, I didn't think he
would to be able to take my entire six-and-a-half inch dick into his mouth
without gagging, but I would let him take  as much as he wanted.  It felt so
wonderful to be inside his mouth.  His hot, wet, lips were slowly sliding
down the shaft of my dick, as I moaned in pleasure.  Knowing it would not be
long before I shot my wad, I let him continue to suck on my throbbing cock,
and enjoying the wonderful sensations I was feeling.  "I'm gonna cum, if you
don't want me to cum in your mouth, you better quick sucking now," I said,
as I felt the hot cum building in my balls.  He just started working faster,
running one hand up my chest, and across my nipples, and gently squeezing my
balls with the other.  "Ohh, yessssss, I'm cuuuuumning!" I exclaimed, as I
shot my wad into his waiting mouth.  I could see that he wasn't going to be
able to take it all, so I started pulling my dick out of his mouth.  He
wrapped his arms around me, and held me in his mouth, as the cum overflowed,
and started dripping down the sides of his of his mouth.
As the last of my orgasm subsided he let my dick slip from his mouth, as he
swallowed the last of my cum.  He slowly stood up, and hugged me.  As my
mouth found his, I could taste my salty creamy cum in his mouth.
"Oh, Randy, that was so wonderful.  I've never done anything like that
before, but it was great."
"Russ, that was the best blow job I have ever had.  You may not have had any
experience, but you certainly made up for it with your enthusiasm," I
whispered, as I held him close to me.
"Now, it's my turn," I said, as I leaned him against the wall, and started
slowly kissing and licking my way down his beautiful body.  I could feel his
throbbing cock pressing against me, as I slid down his body, licking and
even gently nibbling his hard nipples.  As I reached his dick, it was
sticking straight out, and I just slowly engulfed his beautiful cock in my
mouth, feeling the head press against the back of my mouth, and sliding into
my throat.  I slowly started stroking his hard cock with my lips, taking him
all the way in my mouth, and then sliding back until only the very tip of
his head was in my mouth.  As I slowly ran my fingers over his body, I could
feel him tensing up, preparing to shoot his hot cum, once again, into my
mouth.  I slowly ran my hands down his back, until they were cupped around
his soft round ass cheeks.  I immediately started massaging with my hands,
as I pulled him deeper into my mouth.  As I felt him getting ready to shoot
his cum, I slowly slid my fingers toward his virgin hole, and started gently
massaging it, while I reached between his spread legs, to gently roll his
balls in my other hand.  As soon as I touched his soft pink bud, I felt him
shiver, and I knew that his cum would not be far behind.  I slowly massaged
his hole, as I gently squeezed and pulled on his balls, as I continued to
slide his rock hard cock in and out of my mouth.  When I felt the tensing in
his balls, I knew that he was no longer able to hold back, and that I would
be tasting his cum within the next second.  As I gently pressed my little
finger against his hole, I felt him relax and open it just enough for the
tip of my finger to enter his virgin ass.  No sooner did my finger enter
him, than I first stream of his hot cum on my tongue.  I continued to suck
gently on his cock, as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into my
waiting mouth.  Swallowing as fast as I could, I didn't think that I would
be able to take at all, without loosing some of the precious fluid.  But
just as I knew I could no longer keep up, the last of the spasms subsided,
and I knew  that he was finished, so I slowly pulled my finger from his
tight ass, and stroked his cock to milk the last of the remaining juices
from it.  As I slowly started kissing my way up his body, looking up at the
boy that I loved so dearly, I knew that this would be a very wonderful time
while he was staying with me.
"WOW!" Russ exclaimed.  "That was even better than last night."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I certainly did.  I love you, Russ."
"I love you too, Randy," he replied, pulling me to him. As I felt our lips
meet, I knew that he was the person that I wanted to spend my life with.  It
wasn't quite love at first sight, but it was close enough.
"I guess we should finish up in here, and let Trent and Blake in here.
Trent said he wanted to wash off some of his and Blake's cum from last
night, and I'm guessing that he probably has even more on him by now.  After
the way they were when I left them for breakfast, they probably fed each
other desert."
"Well, yours was certainly the best desert I have ever tasted," Russ
replied, as he once again started washing my body.  "Uh, Randy, I don't
quite know how to tell you this, I love you, but would it bother you if I
did something with Blake, or maybe Trent.  If you don't want me to, I won't,
but I would like to try something with Blake especially."
"Of course I don't mind.  You can make love to anyone that you want to.  I
don't own you, and I want you to be happy."
"Well, I know that I love you, but maybe Blake can teach me some way to
please you.  And he is so sweet."
"I know he is.  And so is Trent.  I won't be jealous of you fooling around
with Blake, if you don't mind me fooling around with his brother," I said,
jokingly, as I pulled him to me again.
"Why would I get jealous of you doing something with Trent?  And you are
right, he is so cuddly, and sweet, but I still want to spend most of my time
with you.  You are the one that I love, and want to be with.  I just want to
experiment with them a little, since I haven't ever been with anyone but
you."
"Well, if they are willing, I am certainly willing.  And from the way they
acted last night, I think that they are having the same ideas.  I noticed
Trent kinda paying special attention to my dick this morning," I said,
thinking back to the way he stared at my cock this morning.
"Then it is settled.  I don't mind, and you don't, and who knows... they may
even want to do something with all four of us together," Russ said, as he
turned off the water.
"Hmm, you brought a towel in here with you, I didn't think about doing
that," he said as I started to towel myself off.
"Well, we can fix that," I said, starting to dry him off with my towel.
"You can just use this one, and I will get me another."
"Or you could use that one on me, and then I could go out and get on to use
on you," he said, with that little mischievous grin on his face.
I continued to dry his sweet soft body, until he was completely dry, except
for his hair.  He then opened the door to the shower, as I felt the cool air
rush in, I chilled a bit, but he quickly closed the door, and I could see
through the glass door that he was getting another towel, and headed back
toward the shower.  As he stepped back in, I felt another blast of cool air,
before he closed the door again, and started gently drying my body.  When we
were both dry, we once again opened the door, and I followed him out of the
bathroom, to see Trent and Blake standing there, embraced, and still
completely naked.  We politely looked the other direction until they
finished their kiss, and looked toward Russ and I.  The had not heard us
come out of the shower, and both blushed as they noticed that we were
standing there.
"You guys gonna hit the shower again?" I asked, as I put my arm around Russ,
trying to make them feel less self conscious about us walking in out on them
kissing.
"Yeah, we thought we would, uh, you know, clean up after last night," Blake
replied, shyly.
"From what I saw last night, you will both need to clean up, and probably
again tonight before you go to bed," I said, smiling at them.  "Blake, you
don't have to be embarrassed about what happened last night, or about us
seeing you kissing.  We just got out of the shower together, and I know you
saw Russ drying me off.  I am gay, and I think Russ is too.  And we
certainly don't mind you expressing the love you feel toward your brother.
I haven't known you very long, but from what I can see, he is worthy of your
love, and I believe he loves you just as much.  Since we didn't talk about
it last night, this seems a good time to talk about a couple of things.  Why
don't you two come on in our room, and we can all talk, OK?" I said, heading
toward my room.


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This is a story that I started a little over 4 years ago, I've got several
chapters already written, and will be happy to post them, if it appears
that some of you are enjoying the series.  Let me know what you think.

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