Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2002 07:15:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter Thirteen - My Revelation - Part I

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sexual activities between teenage boys, and sometimes between men and boys.
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			       WADE GROWS UP

		 Chapter Thirteen - My Revelation - Part I

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My third year in college started out well, but at the end of September,
everything fell apart.

I came back to my dorm room one afternoon, and found David sitting on his
bed.  He looked really stressed out.  He also was supposed to be in a class
himself then.  I asked him what was wrong. He just kept looking at me, and
was obviously having a hard time starting to talk.  I went and sat on the
edge of his bed, and looked into his eyes.  He couldn't look back at me.  I
asked again "What's wrong man?"  He moved to the edge of the bed, and put
an arm around me, and quietly said.  "I want you to know - I'm here for you
- I always will be..." and he trailed off.  I was getting worried now.
"What's wrong?" I asked weakly.  "I don't know how to tell you this Wade"
he began.  "Just say it then!" I said.  "There was a call for you from
Mr. Feeney" he said, "your mother was in a car accident this morning on her
way to work..." I knew then - my mother was dead.  Tears started to stream
out of my eyes.  "I'm so sorry Wade" David said.  He was crying too.
"She's dead then?" I asked.  "uh huh" David croaked, and pulled me close to
him.  I turned into him and wrapped my arms around him and cried, while he
held me.

David drove me home in my car, and stayed with me through the funeral.
Mr. Feeney was there.  Al flew home from California.  His mom was there
too.  The whole thing was a blur to me.  I went to the funeral home (David
went with me) and selected a casket, and the people there were nice and
helped me set everything up.  Mr. Feeney and Al's mother set up the
luncheon for after the funeral.  All Mom's friends came.  At the viewing,
everyone said she looked good.  I told them all, "thanks but I don't think
dead people look so hot."  They all understood I wasn't being rude, I was
still in shock.  The funeral went OK, and the luncheon did too I guess.  I
didn't eat anything.  In fact I hadn't eaten since David gave me the news.
I hadn't really slept either.

After it was all over, Mr. Feeney, Al, his mother, and David all hovered
around me constantly.  That night, Mr. Feeney gave me a large glass of
brandy and told me to drink it all, then go to bed.  I did.  Finally, I
fell asleep.  I slept like I was dead myself.  I didn't wake up till 3:00
in the afternoon the next day.  Al was sitting in a chair by my bedside
when I woke up.  As I started to stretch, David came into the room.  Both
of them asked together, "how're you doing?"  I snorted "you owe each other
a beer.  How do you think I feel?"  "It's gonna take time" they both said
together again.  "Will you two stop doing that?" I said.  They both
chuckled.  I got up and headed for the bathroom, leaving them there.  I
took a crap, brushed my teeth, and showered.  Then I went and put on a pair
of jeans and a T-shirt.  Al and Dave had both left my room.  I went down
stairs, and Al's mother was piling eggs, bacon, and toast on a plate and
ordered me to sit down and eat.  I wasn't hungry, but they all forced me to
eat, and I did feel better after that.  They all sat at the table with me
while I ate, and Al's mother said "David has to get back to school. He's
going to leave in the morning.  Al's gonna stay here for a few days though.
And I'll be across the street, and Mr. Feeney will be right next door.
We'll be keeping an eye on you.  You take some time off, and just adjust as
best you can.  Then, you need to get back to school yourself."  David said
"I'll talk to your teachers and explain."  "So, you've all got my life
planned for me?" I asked.  "We're not trying to be pushy, just trying to
help you out till you're over the shock of your mother's death.  It's not
going to be easy.  It wasn't easy for me when my wife passed away.  It took
a long time for me to get back to leading a normal life.  But, we're all
here to help you over the rough spots." said Mr. Feeney.

The next morning, David left on the train, headed back to school.  We had a
nice talk, just the two of us, and he hugged me, and told me he hoped I'd
be back to school soon.  Then he was gone.  Als' mother took him to the
station.

Mr. Feeney was back at school working, and Al's mother was back at her job
too.  That left just me and Al.  I saw him watching out the window as I
came back in after saying Good-bye to David.  "He's a great guy" Al said as
I walked in.  "Yeah.  He is" I said, "but you don't have to be jealous of
him.  I love him like a brother, and yeah - we have sex - but you're still
my number one love."  Al came over and wrapped his arms around me, and
kissed me deeply.  "I'm not going to put any pressure on you he said.  I
know you're probably not interested in having sex at this point.  You tell
me whenever you're ready." he said.

I didn't feel like sex then, so we just laid together in each other's arms
on the couch and watched a stupid movie.  That night though, Al stayed with
me.  We got into bed naked together, and snuggled up with each other.  We
talked a lot, and some memories of my mother came flooding back to me.  I
started crying.  He held me while I cried.  Oddly, I began to feel my cock
engorging.  I needed to get off.  Al felt it too.  I could tell he was
getting hard as well.  He looked into my eyes and knew.  He pushed me over
onto my back and got between my legs and started to suck on my dick.  It
had been a few days since I'd had an orgasm, so it only took a little bit
of sucking, and I felt my orgasm starting to build.  Al was sucking me and
squeezing both of my nipples as he sucked.  I was writhing under him, and
hoarsely said, "I'm almost there man."  He continued sucking and pinching
at my nipples, till suddenly, I started ejaculating buckets of cum into his
mouth.  There was too much for him to handle, and it kept leaking out of
the corners of his mouth and running down my shaft and over my scrotum.
When I'd finally finished, he started licking up all the cum that had
leaked out of his mouth.  He washed my crotch with his tongue, until I was
all clean.  "Man you dumped a load" Al said.  "Yeah - I haven't had a
orgasm in a few days." I said.

Al was still stiff as a board, so I suggested he fuck me up the ass.  I
rolled over onto a pillow and spread my legs apart.  Al didn't need to be
asked twice to do that.  He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out
a tube of KY.  He got between my legs and opened my ass cheeks with his
hands, and then I felt his hot wet tongue beginning to lap at my asshole.
Al always gave the greatest rim jobs.  I loved it.  After a while though,
he stopped, greased his dick up and pressed it against my anus.  I relaxed
my ass muscles, so that with a gentle push he was able to poke it through
my sphincter, and up into my rectum. God it felt great to have him inside
me again!  Al began to draw his hard dick back out of me, then as the head
of his dick neared my anal opening again, he shoved his rod back deep
inside me.  I could feel the head of his penis as it pounded gently into my
prostate gland. "Fuck me" I demanded urgently.  Al began shoving in and out
of my asshole.  After a minute he started pounding in and out of me even
faster.  I could feel another orgasm beginning to build within me.  I could
tell that Al was close himself.  Suddenly I felt him tense up as he shoved
his tool back up into my rectum, and he growled, "Oh man, I'm coming!"  I
started to shoot another load of cum myself, emptying my balls onto the
pillow beneath me.  When we'd both finished, we rolled onto our sides and
lay there snuggling.  I fell fast asleep, Al's dick still up my ass.  He
must've pulled it out, because hours later when I woke up,he was laying on
his stomach snoring.

All too soon, Al had to leave to go home to California.  We had a tearful
good-bye at the airport, when I dropped him off.

Mr. Feeney took me to the lawyer's and the will was read.  Mom had left me
everything.  The lawyer had me sign some forms.  He told me that the house
was mine, and that I would be receiving a couple of large checks from two
life insurance policies Mom had had.  Also, he and Mr. Feeney talked me
into suing the drunk who'd slammed into and killed my mother.  I did.  I
was told to take Mom's death certificate, the will, and Mom's bank books to
the bank and they'd transfer the money in her accounts into my account.
Mr. Feeney went with me and helped me handle all the business.  Finally,
all I had left to do was to clean out Mom's things.

One morning I got up and decided that was the day I was going to clean out
her papers.  I went through her desk, and filing cabinet.  Then I found a
couple boxes in her closet.  It took hours.  Finally, I had just one more
box to go through.  I pulled it out and opened it up.  It looked like all
old papers and letters.  I started going through everything one by one.  A
few layers down I suddenly found a thick folder containing my parents'
divorce papers!  I was shocked!  I thought my father had just died.  I
didn't know they were divorced!  I started reading everything.  I couldn't
believe what I was reading!  Apparently, my father had had an affair, and
my mother threw him out!  Then she divorced him!  This all had happened
when I was two.  She'd always told me he died.  There were notes in her
handwriting indicating that he never attempted to see me after that though.
Maybe she was just trying to protect me from being hurt by that?  I began
to wonder then - was my father still alive???  If so - I wondered if he
still lived in Boston, where we'd lived at the time.  I picked up the phone
and called information and asked for my father's name in the Boston area,
and sure enough - there was a listing.  I copied the information down and
replaced the phone receiver.  I sat there stunned!  I started looking
further thought the stuff in the box, then came the biggest revelation of
my life!

There was an opened letter laying in the box.  It was addressed to me at my
address.  The return address was from my father's address, but instead of
his first name, it said the first name was "Matthew".  The postmark on the
letter was from just before last Christmas.  I opened the envelope and a
letter and picture fell out.  I looked at the picture first - it was of a
boy of about 11 or 12 who was the spitting image of me at that age, only he
had dark hair.  I opened the letter and started reading it.  It said:

"Dear Wade,

You may or may not know who I am, but I'm your brother!  Actually, I'm
really only your half-brother.  We have the same father.  After Dad and
your mom got divorced, he married my mom, and they had me.  My name's Matt
and I'm almost 12 now.  We live in Boston.  I would like very much to meet
you.  Dad says you probably won't want to, because you never visit us, or
call us, or even write to us.  I told him, maybe you didn't know how to
find us. He said your mom knows where we are, and that if you wanted to see
us, you'd come.  I told him maybe you didn't think we wanted to see you,
and that I was going to write you this letter. He said OK.  Actually, I
wrote you another letter a few months ago.  You never answered.  This is
the second one I wrote.  I thought maybe you didn't get the last one.
Anyway - I really would like to meet you.  So would Dad and Mom.  So PLEASE
call us.  The number's: ###-###-####.  It's all I want for Christmas this
year!  Oh - And Merry Christmas!

Love your brother,
Matt"

I just sat there stunned!  Then I looked in the box.  Sure enough - there
was the first letter Matt had written.  It too was opened, and it contained
a similar letter, and a picture of Matt that had been taken earlier.

I had no clue what to do.  I called David, who I realized would be back at
our room.  I told him about the letters.  "WOW!" he said.  Then he asked if
I'd called.  I said "No." I don't know what to do.  He told me I was a dork
and that if I had half a brain I'd be on the phone to Boston, not on the
phone with him.  So I told him I'd probably call.  He told me to call back
and let him know what happened.

I hung up and then picked the phone back up and dialed my father's phone
number.  "Hello" I heard a boy's voice say.  I just sat there.  This had to
be my little half brother.  "Hello?" I heard him say again.  Finally, I
said "Matt?"  "Yeah!  Who's this?" he asked.  I hesitated again, and I
heard Matt ask "C'mon, is this a crank call - if it is I'm hanging up!" "No
- don't" I said, "It's me Wade - your brother."  Silence.  My turn to say
"uh - you still there?"  "Yeah - is it really you?" he said.  "Uh huh" I
said.  Then he asked "Why'd you wait so long to call?"  I told him I had
just gotten his letters.  He said "But I wrote them so long ago."  So I
explained to him how my mother had apparently intercepted them and hidden
them from me, and that now that she was dead, and I was cleaning out her
stuff, I had found them.  "Your mom died?" he asked.  I said "yeah, last
week."  "Oh - I'm really sorry about that Wade.  But why would she hide my
letters from you?"  "I don't know" I told him, "I didn't even know our
father was still alive and that they had been divorced.  I thought he was
dead!"  "He's not!" Matt exclaimed, "and he thinks you don't want him." he
added.  "Yeah - that's what you wrote" I said, "listen - I'm sorry - if I'd
known, or if I'd gotten your letters, I'd have called.  I'm sorry you
didn't get what you wanted last Christmas!" "Huh?" he asked.  I said "in
your letter you said all you wanted for Christmas was for me to call."  "Oh
yeah - that" Matt said, "I'd forgotten I'd said that."  We talked on and on
for some time, finally Matt asked me if I would come to Boston to meet him
and our father, and his Mom.  We finally agreed that I'd drive over to
Boston the next day, and that he and I would meet at Quincy Market, and
that then he would take me home to meet his/our parents.

I didn't get much sleep that night.  I kept reading and re-reading the
divorce file, and Matt's letters, and looking at his pictures.  In the
morning, I got up, ate, and packed a bag.  I ran over and told Al's Mom
what was going on and where I was going, came home and called David and
told him the same thing, then I left to go meet my father and his family.

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Part II of this chapter will be published shortly.