Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2012 21:12:26 -0500 (EST) From: jaks020101@aol.com Subject: BrothersAtPlay25 Copyright 2011 Josh. ...All Rights Reserved. Brothers At Play, part 25 Like Alex had and Kevin and Steve had, I went through all my stuff and packed up boxes to store in the garage. Stuff I wanted to take with me, I packed and the rest I put in trash bags. It wasn't easy. It wasn't that I was just going away to college. I knew that this would no longer be my home. Alex and Kevin only visited. That's probably what I would do. Plus, my mother had been hinting that they might sell the house and buy a smaller one when the market recovered. Zack came over several times. We didn't play. He'd sit on my bed as I went through stuff. We'd start talking and I'd get little done. He was sad about my leaving. "You have my number, I have yours," I said. "We'll talk and maybe we can figure out a weekend that you can come up." I felt sad about leaving him. We had been friends for over nine years, more than half my life. Steve showed up Saturday afternoon. He heard Kevin was coming into town and wanted to see him. Kevin arrived late. We chatted with Mom and Dad and then went upstairs. I sat in Steve and Kevin's room and made small talk. Nothing much gets said any more when Steve is around. He talked a lot about school, his roommates, a girl he was dating but hadn't slept with and talked about getting married as a virgin. Kevin and I looked at each other. I wondered how someone who had fucked and been fucked by a guy considered himself a virgin. I went to bed. We went to church. I was surprised when Mom and Kevin left to go to lunch. I sat in my room sure he was going to tell her. "What did she say?" I asked. "She said she had suspicions. She said that Alex found ways to date when he was in high school and she knew that he had a girlfriend that dad was not supposed to know about. She said she expected the same from me and maybe Steve, but it seemed that that was the one rule that I never broke." I laughed. "She's right." "She said that I never even complained about not going to the prom." "But was she upset. I mean two sons?" "Not really. She asked about Steve. I told her that I had no idea what was going on with him, but not to worry that Alex was into women." "How do you feel?" I asked. "Fine. I really should have told her before I left." He sighed. "Once again, my little brother has more balls than me." We decided not to mess around until we got to the Kevin's apartment. Monday at breakfast, after my dad left, Kevin told Steve about Robert and having lunch with him. My mother and I sat and listened. "If Dad isn't talking to him, then why should we?" "He's our uncle," Kevin said. "I don't care. There must be more to the story. He probably did something to make Dad angry. I don't think it's right to do stuff behind Dad's back." I watched my mother's face while Steve talked. The softness and the smile in her eyes, when she talks to me, weren't there. She seemed quietly annoyed. "You should have told Dad you were going. If he was fine with it, then I'd go, but." "You're a very immature young man," my mother said to Steve. His face reddened. Wow, I thought. My father's criticizes and threatens go over my head. My mother, who never yells or threatens and seldom criticizes, can level us with just a few words. "I would expect that at your age you would start to make decisions independent of your father and me." Oh my God, I thought, a right to the head and then a jab at the guy. "I'm just saying," Steve started to say. "I heard you. When you partied on spring break two years ago, you smoked marijuana. Don't say you didn't. I know you did." I looked from my mother to Steve. He took a deep breath. "You made a decision to do something you knew your father would not approve of. You did it behind your father's back." In your face, I thought. Score three for Mom. "I just tried it. It wasn't like I was doing it all the time." You're digging yourself deeper asshole. I thought. "When your father asked you if you TRIED it, you lied. You stood there and lied and watched your brother being beaten for doing what you also did. Your brother could have lied. He could have said everyone else in the room was smoking and it got on his clothes and that someone hid the marijuana in his pocket. Your father wouldn't have believed him, but he could have lied. He didn't. You did." "So, what are you saying that it's okay to do what they are doing?" Deeper in the hole you go. She stared at him. "What I'm saying is take responsibility. Make decisions and taking responsibility." Side out. "You said that you thought there was more to the story. I've told Alex parts of this story. So, let me tell you. "I met Robert in college. He was dating a very good male friend of mine. He and I became good friends. Of course, no one in his family knew he was gay and I agreed to keep his secret. On various occasions he'd take a girl to a family function. A couple of times I went. I met your father. He had graduated college and had earned his teacher's credential. We started dating. "Your grandfather was very strict with the boys Ðactually he was more of a tyrant than a father. He had rules Ðno alcohol, no drugs and no sex. The boys were to be virgin when they married. Mind you, this was in the eighties. I'm not sure there was a boy who graduated college who was still a virgin. "David, the oldest, was married and had a job as an accountant. Actually, from what I understand, he was a virgin when he married. Your father was not. Your father didn't follow the rules, but he led his father to believe that he had," she said, staring at Steven. "He and I were talking marriage, no date was set, and we were not engaged, when I got pregnant. Your father was worried about what his parents would think. They'd probably disown him, me and the baby. So, he asked me to get an abortion." I felt my stomach twisting into a knot. "I refused. I broke it off with him. To this day I'm not sure we married because he wanted to hide the fact that he got me pregnant outside of marriage, which of course would have come out, or if he didn't want to lose me. He says the latter. We eloped and didn't tell anyone, except I had already told Robert, that I was pregnant." "Alex?" I said. She nodded. "I gave birth to a quote unquote premature baby. Your brother didn't look to be premature. Your grandfather confronted your father. Your father swore that I was not pregnant when we married. Whether he believed him or not, I don't know, but he never liked me and never took to Alex. "But at the same time, his attention was turned to Robert. Robert went away to grad school. He and his lover were roommates. Your grandfather was helping him pay for his expenses, but was sure that Robert was living with a girl, a girlfriend. The old man is as cheep as they come. He would have no part in paying any of Robert's expenses if he was living with a girl. Robert and everyone else swore his roommate was a man. "Unbeknownst to anyone, he hired someone to find out." "You're kidding," Kevin said. "Asshole." "He was told that the roommate was a man. They lived in a one bedroom apartment and that the apartment had just one bed in that bedroom and that Ôthese boys' were gay. "Alex was just born at that time. Robert came up to see the baby. I was recovering and staying at their house. Your father was there. No one knew that your grandfather found out. Robert walked in. Your grandfather went nuts. He took off his belt and started hitting Robert with it and slapping him. No one knew why. Robert pushed him away. Your father went for Robert. Your grandfather then said that he knew Robert was a homosexual and was Ôdead to him'. "Wow," I said. My stomach churned, thinking that would probably happen to me when my father found out that I was gay. "Robert left. About an hour later, after things settled down a bit. David and his wife and their baby showed up. David was told what happened. You could see that David was angry but he said nothing. They were to stay for dinner, but David left. That night I told your father to take me home. "David, who had followed all the rules, who was the obedient son, reached out to Robert. He helped Robert with his expenses so he could finish school. Your father, who, if your grandfather knew what really happened would have treated your father the same way he treated Robert, was angry at Robert. He decided that homosexuality was wrong. Not premarital sex or abortion, but homosexuality." She told the story of what happened at Thanksgiving dinner, just a few months later. "After your father hit David, I insisted that your father take me home, but he didn't stay. I was so angry at him that I told him I was done." "You left Dad," I asked. "I threw him out. Obviously, we got back together." "Wow," I said. "Alex knows that you were pregnant to him before you were married." "Yes. You grandfather never took to him. He was actually very rejecting and cold to him. Your grandmother tried to make up for it, but then she paid a price. When you two," meaning Kevin and Steve," were born, it was like he was given his first grandchildren. Remember, David was no longer in their life so they weren't seeing his son. When Alex was about five or six, you were born then," she said to me, "he came crying to me, asking why Grandpa hated him." She took a deep breath. "I sent him up to his room. I walked into the dinning room where he was with your father and threw him out of the house. I told your father that if he didn't like it, he could go with them." "Damn, Mom. Good for you," Kevin said. I was surprised that I knew none of this. Alex never told me. I was also so proud of my mother. "About a year later, your father agreed that if your grandfather treated Alex any differently than the other children he'd take care of it. So, they came to dinner. What they did was ignore all of you." I wondered if Dad, who had always been harder on Alex, always finding fault with him no matter what he did, was angry at him for being born. Steven said, "So, what are you saying? That I shouldn't respect my father?" "No, not at all. You said that there was more to the story. That Robert did something to your father. You tell me, in what I've said, what did Robert do to your father?" "I still don't want to go," Steven said. "Then don't go. But don't put this on your father or anyone else. Stand up and take responsibility for the decisions you make. They all have consequences. Your father made decisions that cost him two of his brothers. Brothers who, in my estimation, were good men." Steven still refused to go. Kevin and I left to visit Robert and Mark. "I'm glad we are doing this," I said. "So am I." He looked at me. "You know, I've always thought Mom was pretty special, but she really is a class act." I smiled and nodded. Robert greeted us at the door. I introduced Robert and Kevin. "I know it's a bit weird, but I feel like I know you," Robert said. "It's good to meet you," Kevin said. Mark joined us. We sat outside and had lunch and talked. Robert mentioned my mother and how they met. I watched him talking. His face was relaxed and happy. He mentioned my father and said that he did not blame him for the rift. "We were raised that way and Joe was always closer to my father than David or I. I'm not sure why, but he was." Mark said, "Your mother is wonderful. She truly is a woman of character, grace and charm and from what I hear she could party with the best of them." I laughed. "It's weird to think that she had this secret Ðhaving a friendship with you and Mark. I mean none of us knew." "Your father knew, but he knew not to push her on it," Robert said. "Well, I think it's great," I said. "You'll never know how much it meant to me. The first time Alex played football, she called and told Mark and I and said we should come. The three of you were there. He was playing JV. We sat a couple of row back. It meant a lot of both of us." We enjoyed lunch. We gave them our cell numbers and promised to stay in touch. They said they might stop by during the winter. We hugged and said goodbye. Driving home, Kevin said, "I am so proud of Mom. It makes me feel so good to be her son. I mean, it's not like I wasn't, but," "I know what you mean. I wish we could take her with us." We both laughed. I cried when we left for college Ðsurprise! "I'll see you in less than two weeks," my mother said. She had tears in her eyes. Dad didn't say much, other than, "Drive safely." Kevin didn't say much as we took off. I sat and cried. We started talking about school starting. "I'm scared," I said. "I have pre-med biology, inorganic chemistry, calculus and a history class." "It's different from high school. Moves faster, everyone there is smart, the dorms are distracting and you're on your own. But Alex and I will be there to kick your ass. Greg is a chem. major so he can help you there. I can help you with the biology." Kevin wasn't interested in being a doctor but he was interested in science. He wanted to get a PhD in Biology and do research in cancer or viral diseases. "Alex has a lot of math so he can help you with the calculus." "Yeah, I guess. It just seems scary." He chuckled. "You say this shit every semester and then you get straight A's." I smiled. "Gotta keep expectations low." It was good being with Kevin. My sadness turned to excitement. My excitement turned to remembering the love I felt for him, which turned into horniness. When we arrived, Alex had a late dinner for us. I was excited to see him. "You're not going home this time," he said. "This is now your home." I talked about being nervous about classes. He laughed. We talked about the dorms, etc. Then he said, "How are you doing with the John thing?" "Okay, I guess. Still confused at times, but mostly angry right now." "I was going to say this when it happened but I didn't think you were ready for it." "What?" "I went through a break up. It hurt me bad, like it hurt you. I felt like someone reached into my gut and pulled out my lungs. Then I walked around with a constant pain in my stomach." As I listened to him, those feelings started coming back. "It's called heartbreak. Everyone has their heart broken. It's terrible when it happens but, I was told and I've come to believe that you really can't love in a healthy way until you've had a heart break and recovered." "Who told you that?" "Mom," he said. "I don't know if you're ready to hear it, but you gave yourself to him without looking to see who he was. But also, you didn't give yourself to him Ðnot in a mature way. And, believe me, he didn't give himself to you in that way. Clearly, he didn't." Tears filled my eyes. "I know I fucked up. It's weird, but since then I haven't done that thing." "What thing?" Kevin asked. "You know, and I'm smart too." "Fuck that. What he said about that is such bullshit." I shook my head. "Don't you remember how that got started?" Alex and I looked at Kevin. "I love Lucy. Mom loves those shows. She had them all recorded. Her favorites were the one where she dances when she and that woman are walking on grapes in Italy." I smiled, remembering us watching them with her. "There was the one where she's making chocolate." "So, what does that have to do with it?" I asked. "The one where she drinks that stuff Ðvitametaveggimen. She says, and it's tasty too." "Oh yeah, I remember. When someone would say something nice about Kevin, we'd laugh and say, and it's tasty too, meaning it wasn't really true," Alex said. "And we'd all laugh. And it's tasty too," Alex repeated. "Then, when someone would say something nice to Josh, he's say, and I'm smart too, or cute too, in that voice and we'd all laugh. Mom got a kick out of it. And then it just started to be your thing." "I forgot about that. But if you don't know that I'm meaning it the way she said it, then sounds bad," I said. "I think it sounds like I'm saying not only am I smart but I'm good looking and hung too." Alex smiled. "But you are." "Yeah, but that's not what I'm saying. I mean I just say shit like that around people like you guys, Zack, and then I started saying it to John. It was like being sarcastic or funny, because I felt embarrassed when people said stuff." "So then why stop," Kevin said. "We get it and it's part of you. It's funny. I hear you saying it before you even say it." "Don't change yourself because of him," Alex said. "Just be careful when you give yourself to someone and when you do, make a commitment to be with them the way you want them to be with you. Otherwise, you're perfect," he said. "I'm so happy you're here," Kevin said. "When you're ready I'll take you to the LGBT meetings. I'll give you instructions on how to date." We laughed. When we went to bed, Alex said to me, "You're sleeping with me. If you sleep with Kevin, I'm going to have to listen to you two going at it all night. Plus, you're staying with him until the dorms open." Kim was in town. She was coming over tomorrow to help Kevin move. Alex invited her over for dinner, but she said this was a brother's night. I crawled into bed naked with Alex. He put his arm over me. It felt good being with him Ðsave, familiar, comfortable. He fell asleep. I lay beside him thinking about what he said about broken hearts. I didn't know exactly what he meant, but it made sense to my heart. I finally feel asleep. Alex woke me. He was dressed. So was Kevin. I heard Kim talking. "Get up. Kim brought stuff for breakfast. It's almost ready." I showered, dressed and walked into the kitchen. The three of them were cooking. Toast, fresh orange juice, and this huge omelet they moved from the stove to the oven. They called it a frittata Ðmy first. We had carried all my stuff from the car to Alex's apartment the night before. They were afraid if we left it out over night it would be gone. Kevin went to a rental office and picked up the keys. When he got back the moving started. It didn't take to long. We had a late lunch and then we went to Bed Bath and Beyond with Kim. We had a real fun time. Half the stuff Kevin picked up went back on the shelf. Kim then helped him pick out stuff. Alex and I just laughed. We loaded up the cars and headed to the apartment to put stuff away. When we got back Kim went to Alex's apartment, three apartments away on the same floor, with Alex. They were cooking dinner for all of us. Kevin and I kept putting things away. I threw my sleeping bag on James' bed and then went into the kitchen to help Kevin. We loaded the dishwasher and started it. While we made Kevin's bed, he pushed me down onto it. I lay down. He lay beside me. "I'm glad you're hear. I know you were excited about being here with John, but there are a lot of really nice guys here to get to know." "I don't think I'm feeling bad about him not being here. I think I'm more scared about fucking this up, either school, or making friends, or being a good roommate, or dating, or something." "I was scared about that. I'm still scared, but I talked to Alex. I talked to Mom and I talked to you. You have us too." "It's weird," I said. "I know you guys feel this stuff, but I never think of you as being scared. I never think of Alex feeling rejected and heart broken." We looked at each other. I smiled at him. "You're not going to get much sleep tonight," I said. He laughed. He opened his phone. "Hey," he said. "How long before dinner? We want to make the bed, clean up the apartment a little and take showers." "Okay, good." He hung up. "How long?" "They just showered, so they haven't started dinner yet. They said an hour." I put my hand at the back of his head and moved his face to mine. We kissed. He looked at me and said, "You're not getting much sleep tonight, tomorrow night. No sleep until you move into the dorms." He rolled over on top of me. We kissed, rubbed and groped each other, still fully dressed. I pulled his shirt over his head. He pulled mine off. Touching his bare chest felt familiar and exciting. I remembered how much I liked being in his arms. Both or us were really horny. I hadn't come in a couple of days and had been thinking about being with him like this. We unzipped and pulled down each other's pants, turned and started sucking each other. I inhaled deeply and there it was, that smell, Kevin's smell. I pressed my face into his scrotum. Chills ran through me. I licked and sucked on his balls. I was so into what I was doing that I didn't realize he was doing the same to me. I sucked his cock, taking it down my throat. Soon, he had me close. I tried to stop him, but he fought me off. I felt him getting close, too. We moaned, thrust, squirmed and started coming. My entire body climaxed as I swallowed his load. Breathing hard, I buried my face in his crotch. He did the same. We held each other. "Let's get in the shower," he said. I pulled my shoes and socks off and then my pants. My cock stood out in front of me as I followed him into the bathroom. He was still hard. We soaped each other. "Fuck me," he whispered in my ear. "I will if you fuck me." He kissed me and turned. "Go slow, it's been a while." I moved my finger over his butt hole. "Really? How long?" "You were the last," he said to my surprise. He turned his head. We kissed. I pressed into him, taking care. He moaned as I pressed my hips against his butt. He bent forward, his hands against the shower wall. I held his hips and fucked him. I stroke his back. I love his back. His muscle definition. I rubbed his chest. Having just come, I was surprised when only after a couple of minutes I was ready to come again. I pulled out and started to masturbate. "No, come inside me," he pleaded. In I went and almost immediately shot my load. I held him, steadying myself, breathing hard. "Damn," he said, "You are so good at that." We laughed. He turned. We kissed. He reached behind himself and came back with a handful of my cum. He spread it on his dick and then turned me. He wet my ass with my cum. I bent forward. He slid his cock into me. No one, no one fucked me like Kevin. I realized that when John fucked me it felt almost impersonal, like he was working to get off. When Alex fucked me, he was into me and affectionate. But when Kevin fucked me, he was into me, affectionate and passionate. He fucked me. He ran his hands over my back, ass, chest and stomach. He held my hips and thrust. He wrapped his arms around me and thrust. He bit down on my shoulder and grabbed my crotch and kept thrusting. I turned my head. We kissed. He grunted and came. Getting dressed, I said, "Would you do something for me?" "Yeah, sure." "Once in a while, over the next few days, would you just fuck me?" "What do you mean?" "Well, it's hard to explain." I sat on the bed. "You know how we kiss and touch and hold when we fuck." "You don't want to do that?" "No, I do. I love that. But," I sighed. "Okay," he said. "So like we're standing in the kitchen making dinner. I turn you around, pull down your pants and fuck you, then when I'm done I just pull my pants up and I'm done." "Yeah, like that. Not all the time, really. And sometime can we do it like slow and easy and like lay in bed for a hour while we touch and kiss and stuff." "Okay, sure. But I want you to fuck me like that too. You know, just turn me around and go for it." I smiled. "Yeah, sure." I laughed. "What?" "Can I do stuff to you while you're asleep?" "I don't know how long I'll be asleep, but sure. You can do whatever you want." "You can too," I said. We went to Alex's apartment and had dinner. That night in bed, after we spend time leisurely pleasuring each other, Kevin said, "I think it would be fun to have days. One day I'll be the guy who pulls down your pants and bends you over. Then we can have a day of sex like we just had. You know, kind of easy and fun. Then a day when you go at me." "Yeah, and how about if on the day when you're the guy, I can't come unless you make me come." "Yeah, no jerking off. I like that. Should I start or you start?" "You can have tomorrow." Kevin had scheduled himself back to work on that Thursday. I was supposed to go into the administration building and set up a work study schedule. Kevin said that he talked to someone at the bookstore where he was working until they didn't need him anymore. Then he'd back at the library. He set it up so that I'd work the same hours at the bookstore that he was working. Then our work hours would depend on our class schedules. We got up early. He showered, then I did. I watched him dress, wondering if we'd have sex before we left. We made and had breakfast. It was a little before eight. My appointment was at nine. He had to be at work at nine also. I had brought my bicycle up from home, knowing that would be my only means of transportation. "I'll ride with you to the admin. building. Then I'll take off. After you get everything set up, tell them they're expecting you at the bookstore." "Okay," I said, sitting at the table, finishing my breakfast. "Do I set up a schedule for work or what?" "Not there. They're giving you twenty hours at the bookstore. You'll get your schedule there." "But I'm only supposed to do ten hours a week." "That's when classes start. They'll schedule that at the library for you." "Okay. When do we leave," I asked, feeling both excited and nervous. "It's a twenty minute bike ride," he said, looking at his watch. "We should get there early." I drank the last of my coffee, standing at the sink. I rinsed my cup. He put his cup and dish on the counter. I rinsed them off and then put everything in the dishwasher. He came up behind me and bent me forward, reached around, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees. "Now," I said. "Do we have time?" He spread the cheeks of my ass and spit. I leaned forward and rested my arms on the counter. He put his cock against my hole and pushed in. I grunted loudly. He began fucking me hard. I grunted, groaned, moaned. My cock was hard. He smacked my ass. I groaned. He was fucking me so hard, I had to hold onto the counter. Suddenly he pulled out of me, grabbed my shoulder, spun me around and pressed me to my knees. I opened my mouth. He shoved his cock in my mouth and thrust, holding my head with both his hands. Almost immediately, he exploded into my mouth. I moaned and swallowed. I kept licking his cock. He stepped back from me, pulled up his boxer briefs and pants. "We should leave in about ten minutes," he said, walking into the bathroom. I looked at my rock hard cock, wishing I could rub one out. Instead, I pulled up my underwear and pants. When he came out of the bathroom, he looked at me. He put his arms around me and said, "I love you." We kissed. "I'm not sure I like doing it like that," he said. "I mean, fucking you and all that was great, but it was like I didn't know you or something. You can do it to me like that when we get back, but I'd rather not do it like that again. I like it more when we touch and kiss and hold each other." I kissed him. "Me too. I don't have to do you like that." "No, I want you to. Really, I do." I signed all my papers and rode my bike to the bookstore. Kevin introduced me to the manager. He put me to work." I kept thinking about the sex we had in the morning. I didn't hate getting fucked like that, but I knew what he meant. I kept wanting to kiss him the way we always did. After he came and walked away, it felt really weird. I got a hard on thinking about us kissing afterward. We met Kim and Alex for lunch. It then occurred to me that I wasn't going home. This is where I would be living for the next four years. I felt excited and anxious. Before we left the bookstore for Kevin's apartment, I bought all my books. "Damn. This is serious shit," I said, carrying them. I had four thick textbooks Ðbiology, inorganic chem. history of civilization and calculus. I had two lab books and three paperbacks for history. Kevin and I stuffed the books into his and my backpack and headed to his apartment. "We're having dinner with them at seven and I think they rented a movie," Kevin said as we walked in. "What happens if they just knock or something and we're," "I told Alex that if we were going to head over there that I'd call him first to make sure they weren't fucking. He said he'd do the same." There was still new stuff to be washed in the dishwasher. Kevin got busy with that. I sat at the table looking through my textbooks. "This all looks scary. I mean it looks like it's a lot to learn." He sat down with me and talked about setting up a work schedule that fit in holes of my class schedule and study time. We compared schedules. We talked about when we might work out together with Alex, James and Greg. I went from being anxious to excited. When he got up to unload the dishwasher, I bent him over the counter, pulled his pants and underwear down, spit and pressed into him. "Fuck," he moaned. "I swear you're getting bigger." "Almost eight now," I said and started fucking him hard. It was strange standing behind him, fucking him like I had many times before, but having him just bent over and not doing anything. I wanted to lean forward, turn his head and kiss him. I wanted him to be jerking off, enjoying me inside of him. His grunting was due to me fucking him. I turned him around. He started to get to his knees. I stopped him. I kissed him. We held each other. "You didn't come," he said. I stepped out of my pants and underwear. He did the same. We went to the living room. I pushed him on the sofa. I smiled at him. "Now you're really going to get fucked," I said, looking down on him. He smiled, pulling off his shirt. I did the same and lay on him. He wrapped his arms and legs around me. I buried my face in the nap of his neck and started fucking him. We kissed. We touched. We looked at each other. He masturbated. "I'm going to come," he moaned. I fucked him and watched him climaxing. He came all over his chest. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him. We kissed. I pulled out of him. I licked his chest and stomach, eating his cum, stroking my cock. The taste and smell of his cum, sent me over the edge. I started coming. He quickly moved down and put my cock in his mouth. "Oh fuck," I groaned. I couldn't stay on my knee over him. As I collapsed on top of him, he moved and kept drinking down my cum. I was lying down on the sofa. He was now on top of me, licking and kissing my cock. He lay beside me. We kissed. We wrapped our arms and legs around each other. I wondered if John and I could have learned to make love like that. We had dinner and watched a movie with Alex and Kim. I knew I liked her before, but the more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. Besides being beautiful, she was funny and smart and looked at Alex with love. I liked the way she teased him. I remembered thinking that it would be hard to be around someone who Alex loved. It didn't feel that way at all. I was really happy for him. Kim, Alex and Kevin sat on the sofa when we watched the movie. I sat on the floor. We were sharing popcorn. I sat, leaning against the sofa, Kevin on one side of me and Alex on the other. We watched the movie. It was a comedy. We laughed. We made jokes and poked fun at the movie. Kim said, "Don't you have a headache?" I looked at her. "I can't believe how many times they pull one of your ears, your hair, smack you on the head." "I'm so used to be abused, I don't even notice it anymore." Kevin smacked me on the back of the head. Kim laughed. "They love me," I said. "They do," she said. I turned and looked at her. "You'd never believe how often they talked about you during the last year and the love and concern that showed through everything they said." "He's the baby," Alex said. "He's a big baby," Kevin said. We laughed. In bed that night, we cuddled a lot during oral sex, taking turns. "Fuck me," I whispered. I pulled my legs to my chest. He pressed into me. He fucked me and I masturbated. We both came all over my chest. He lay on me, our cum, wetting both of us. In the shower, I said, "When I fucked Zack, he pulled his legs back and locked his feet behind his head." He looked at me. "You fucked Zack?" "Didn't I tell you?" "No." "Yeah. I jokingly promised him a peak at my cock when it was hard." I told him the story. "While I fucked him, he locked his feet behind his head and came. His cock was about an inch from his mouth. He came into his mouth and on his face." "While you fucked him?" "Yeah." "Are you attracted to him?" "It's weird. I'm not turned off by him. I mean, not at all." "I think he's attractive," Kevin said. "I've just never thought of him that way. I think I've always been too afraid. People have always known he was gay, or thought so anyway." "And they know you've always been his best friend," he said. We climbed into bed. "Yeah, and if I got involved with him," "Everyone would know," he said. Kevin and I decided not to do the Ôyour day, my day' thing. We decided we were having more fun wrestling each other to be the top or the bottom. I really enjoy being a top, looking at and touching a guy while I fuck him. But with Kevin, I also really enjoyed being a bottom. He's so strong and passionate and the way he attacked the rest of my body with his hands and mouth while he fucked me was always such a turn on. We worked out with Alex. We worked at the bookstore. We hung out with Alex and Kim. Kevin and I had a lot a great sex. My parents were arriving Friday afternoon. The dorms were opening on Saturday. James, Kevin's roommate, called during the week and said he'd be in on Thursday. He asked if Kevin could pick him up at the airport. Kevin and I went to the airport and waited. "He's a good guy," Kevin said. "Why didn't you two get a two bedroom apartment and live with Alex and Greg." "We thought about it. Our leases are up different months. The owner of our building said he'd rent us a two bedroom in that building. The only one that was available was downstairs. All the rooms were smaller. We probably could only get twin beds in those bedrooms. And the rent wouldn't be that much different." "Does he know I'm gay?" "Yes. I didn't think you'd care if I told him." "I don't. Is he like Greg?" "You mean the whole jerk off thing?" he asked. "Yeah." "We've never jerked off together. I've caught him several times. He's caught me once. And I've heard him and I'm sure he's heard me, but no we don't watch porn together and jerk each other off." I smiled. "Too bad." He smiled. "He's really cool. He's not modest." "Does he have a nice body?" "He's athletic. You'll see. There he is," Kevin said, pointing. I looked and saw a very good looking guy, smiling as he walked toward us. "Hey," he said, opening his arms. They hugged. "So, you're Josh." We shook hands. "Damn, you two do look a like." He was a little taller than me and probably had ten pounds on me. He seemed genuinely excited to see Kevin. We waited for his luggage. He had two large suitcases and a duffle bag. "I've got boxes coming up UPS." When we went to the car, I started for the back door. "You ride up front with your brother," he said. I nodded. I decided that I was going to like him even though he put a stop to the great sex Kevin and I were having. He asked me about classes. "If you need any help with the history class, I had it last year. I'm sure you won't, but if you do, just ask. Did you buy the books?" "Yeah," I said. "Well, keep your text, but see if you can sell the paperbacks. I'll give you mine. I don't want them. They're underlined. I had this guy as a TA my first quarter and then took him for the next two quarters. I've got his cell number. You should take him. I'll call him and tell him to look for you." Kevin looked at me and smiled. "Thank you, that's cool." "So did Ken call you yet?" he asked Kevin. "No. He'll call next week." "Do you have a girlfriend," I asked. "I was seeing a girl at home. High school girlfriend. We ended it this summer. It was mutual," he said. I saw Kevin glance into the review mirror at James. "I'm okay. Really. I'm excited to be back here." We all had dinner together. They drank beer. I sat back and watched them all enjoying each other. James sat down beside me. "You don't drink?" "I don't like beer." He got up and came back with a glass of liquid. "It's rum and coke. Not much rum." I sipped it. "Kevin said it's okay to say that I'm sorry about what happened with that guy." "I'm okay." We talked about living in the dorms and meeting people. Some other people showed up. Friends of Greg's. Then more people. James didn't know any of them either. He made me another drink and got himself another beer. "Let's hangout outside for a bit," he said. I looked for Kevin. He saw me and motioned that he was coming outside too. When Kevin joined us, James pulled a joint from his pocket, lit it and passed it around. I slept on the sofa in my sleeping bag. I woke hearing Kevin in the kitchen making coffee. I got up, having to pee. Kevin said, "He's showering." "I gotta pee." "Go ahead." "I'll wait." He pushed me toward the bathroom. "He's got to pee," Kevin said. The door of the bathroom had been wide open. I heard the shower turn off. He stepped out of the shower and looked at me. "You want me out of here?" "No," I said. "I just didn't want to bother you." "Pee," he said. "After living in the dorms a year, nothing bothers me. And there's no privacy around your brother." I stepped into the bathroom and peed. He had a great body. A nice trail of hair from his navel to his pubes. Nice pecs. His cock was cut. He stood drying himself. "What time are your parents getting here?" "This afternoon," I said, cock in hand. "You coming to dinner with us?" "Yeah, Kevin said Alex wanted me to come. I think Kim wants a lot of people there so that it kind of blunts the first meeting." I laughed. "My mom is great and my dad is only an asshole with the family. He'll be cool." I began to brush my teeth. "Kevin said your mom knows you're gay but your dad doesn't." I nodded. "I had a friend in middle school and then high school who during our senior year told me he was gay." "Did you ever think he might be gay?" "No, not really. I was surprised. It took me a couple of minutes to adjust to the idea that he liked guys instead of girls. The next day I asked him if he thought I was hot." I looked at him. He smiled. "I told him if he said no, I'd never be friends with him." I smiled. "I mean if gay guys find me attractive then I know girls will." He walked out of the bathroom bare assed. Nice ass, I thought. I showered and joined them at breakfast. "Our first apartment," Kevin said to James and smiled at him. James laughed. I really did like him. My mom called Alex when they exited the highway. He called Kevin and told him they were going to check into a hotel and then call us. We'd meet them for dinner. James had met my parents when they moved Kevin into the dorms. But that was only for a few minutes. All he knew of them was what Kevin told him. At dinner, my mother told me to sit next to her. My dad sat on the other side of her. It turned out that James sat next to me, Kevin sat on his other side, then Greg, Kim, Alex and then my dad. People made a lot of small talk. My mom and dad seemed to lead the conversation, asking questions. Kim seemed relaxed. Alex looked nervous. James sat quietly. I looked at him. "You mind being my date," he said. I smiled and shook my head. "Is there going to be booze," he whispered. I shook my head and chuckled. We had our salads. He leaned toward me and whispered, "I've got it here," and patting his shirt pocket, "if you wanted to go outside." I chuckled. "Later," I said. My mother looked at us. "Maybe your mom wants to join us." The three of us had worn slacks and nice shirts and dress shoes to dinner. When we got back to their apartment, James lit a joint. We pulled off our clothes, except for underwear. Kevin got two beers and a soda for me. He poured baked chips into a bowl. He put on music. We sat on the floor. James lit the joint. "I like your mom," he said. "But your dad is really into being The Coach." He sat up straight, the way my dad does. "You boys have to take seriously how the world is shaping up. Without a degree that leads to," he went on, mimicking my father. "You two have always been good role models for Josh. I know he's grateful." I laughed. We drank, ate, talked and laughed. They went to bed. I lay on the sofa. I wished I were going to live with them. We packed all my stuff in the MDX. The rest of my stuff my parents brought up with them. We drove to campus and then the dorms. My stomach churned. We found my room and started moving me in. Others were also moving in, but my roommate didn't seem to be there. We got me moved. Me, my brothers and mom and dad went to lunch. I felt nervous. My mom seemed sad. Kevin and Alex teased. My dad gave me advice. We went back to the dorms. No roommate. My mom and dad said they wanted to leave. Long drive home. We walked them out to their car. Dad shook my hand and got in the car. My mom hugged me. I looked at her. She had tears in her eyes. "Ah, mom," I said. "Don't cry." I started crying. "Stop it," she said. "These are happy tears." "Bullshit," I said. She smiled. "You're the best in the world." "I won't tell you to do well in your studies, I know you will. All that I ask is that you be safe." She stared at me. "Promise." "I will," I said. She kissed me and got in the car. They pulled away. Alex and Kevin hung around for a while, sitting in my room. No roommate. "You can come back with us," Kevin said. "No, I'll hang out here," I said, unsure of myself. "There are plenty of guys here. I guess they'll have dinner for us." "Yeah, in the commons. You get breakfast and lunch on Sundays, but no dinner," Kevin said. "I'll call you tonight. If you want we'll come and get you for dinner tomorrow night." Alex hugged me and left. Kevin hugged me and grabbed my ass. "I'm going to call you tonight. Maybe if you've got nothing to do and you want, we can go for a run. I know where we can go. I give great head." He stepped toward the door. "Call me for sure," I said. "Thank you for last week." "I know I've said this before, but I serious Josh. I am so happy you are here. I've missed you so much." He kissed me on the mouth and the mussed my hair.