WARNING: This story contains scenes depiction sexual relations between males. For a time one of those males won't exactly be of legal age in some parts of the country. If this type of material is offensive to your or is not legal in your place of residence DO NOT READ THIS STORY.


After breakfast we brought all of our bedding and bags downstairs. Steve built a fire while I put all of the ice in the freezer into the cooler we'd packed for the drive to the cabin. I put all of the juices and sodas in the cooler along with lunch meat and cheese. I left the cooler on the kitchen counter and joined the boys in the living room where Mike had spread out our sleeping bags in a row in front of the fireplace.

"We have a battery powered radio in the closet," said Steve. "I think there's even spare batteries in the utility drawer in the kitchen."

So we sat on our sleeping bags in front of the fire, playing Rummy and listening to the battery powered radio tell us that the storm was moving away. We watched the windows for any sign that Jack was out there or that Dane had somehow found a way to come back but nothing of the sort happened.

"So you guys are like best friends?" Steve asked while we played cards.

"Something like that," I replied while Mike only grunted.

"So that means I'll see a lot more of you after I move in with Mike?"

"Not really," said Mike. "Josh doesn't come to the house very often."

"What kind of best friends are you?" laughed Steve. "Ralph is at my house almost every day."

"He comes to my house," I lied. Mike had never been to the house, but I had decided that with his revelation that would change soon.

"Oh I get it," he said. "Must have something really cool at your house then."

"Something like that," I said again.

"Well maybe I'll come with him some time," said Steve, looking at his cards.

"Not without an invitation," said Mike and I nearly smiled at him for it.

"I know you guys don't really like me," he said. "But we're going to have to get to like each other."

"Why?" I asked. "Your dad isn't marrying my mom."

"What is it with you, Josh?" he asked. "I've been nice to you. I've even tried being friends."

"Yeah," I said sarcastically. "You also set me up in a game of strip poker so you could laugh at me again."

"In case you didn't notice, nobody was laughing," he said. "I admit that was a bad way to do things, but I just wanted to prove to my brother that your dick was so big."

"Why is it so important that my dick is so big?" I asked. "You know there are bigger ones out there. I've seen two of them in the showers at school."

"And if either of those two guys were here right now I'd have wanted my brother to see them too," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "Are you and your brother gay or something? Why do you want everyone in the world to see my dick?"

"I don't know why," he said. "It was stupid and I'm sorry."

"I don't believe you," I said. "You've done nothing but go out of your way to make me feel like a freak for two years. You and your goon friend, Ralph."

"That's not fair," he said. "You're the one that got people to laugh at us in the locker room!"

"Because you got everyone to point and laugh at me first!" I replied. "Look, we're never going to be friends, Steve. I only came on this little trip so that Mike wouldn't have to be alone with you. Neither of us expected your brother to be a decent guy, but wonders never cease."

"Think the boys would let me come and live with you guys, too?" Mike asked with a smirk and then we were laughing.

We stopped playing cards then to eat lunch. It was ham and cheese sandwiches with a bag of chips that Steve found in the kitchen. We had bottles of juice from the cooler as well. Mike asking if "the boys" would let him move in too was funny, but I knew that he was kidding. Well at least half kidding. I really felt sorry for him having to share his bedroom with Steve once his mom married Steve's dad. It sucked.

"You never did tell me what happened between you and Riley," Mike said as we ate. Steve paid special attention to us then.

"We just decided to be friends," I said. "She went back to Danny, and I think that's exactly where she belongs to be honest."

"Why?" he asked.

"Well that's her story to tell," I said. "Let's just say that they need to be together."

"Carla thinks she couldn't handle you in bed," he laughed.

"That's not funny," I replied. "We did just fine in that department if you must know. That had nothing to do with it."

"Well you know that Lisa Clemmons is watching everything you do now that you and Riley aren't together anymore," he said, shocking me.

"I don't even know who Lisa Clemmons is," I admitted.

"She's Ralph's ex girlfriend," said Steve.

We got quiet after that. There was something in the way that Steve said those words that nagged at me, but he wasn't my friend so I didn't dwell on it. I helped Mike clean up our lunch mess and then we went back to playing games. This time it was monopoly. Steve kept checking his cell phone but he had no service. I suspected that a tower was down or something.

The sun was going down by the time we finished our game of Monopoly. We ate another round of sandwiches, drinking soda now that the juice was gone. Mike talked about school for a while and then we got on the subject of where we planned to go to college. Steve said he wanted to go to the same school as his brother. That didn't bother me at all. Having him out of Bryarwood most of the time would be a blessing for Mike.

"I'm going to Bryarwood U," said Mike.

"Me, too," I said. "Won't even have to live in the dorms. Rex and Rob both go to the university so I'll just keep living with them."

"Who are Rex and Rob?" Steve asked.

"The guys he lives with," said Mike. "That's all you need to know."

"So are we going to play another game or are we going to bed?" I asked to change the subject.

"Let's play cards again," said Mike. "No poker."

"No poker," I agreed.

The temperature was dropping fast though. We practically had to be right in front of the fire to keep a chill away. We played Rummy shivering now and then and looking at the windows. The snow had stopped, but it was too dark for anyone to plow the road or help us get out of the cabin. We were stuck there at least until morning.

As it continued to get colder and we grew more and more tired we decided to zip two of the sleeping bags together so all three of us could climb into it. It would be a bit tight but we'd be warm. Mike didn't want to be in the middle and I thought that if anything strange happened I'd be in perfect position to deal some damage to Steve's balls so I climbed in first and they climbed in after.

I don't know how but I was asleep in no time. I don't know how long that sleep lasted before I woke up to a strange sensation but when I opened my eyes I noticed three things. I was now on my side facing Mike's back, my arm was around his waist, holding him to me and Steve's arm was around mine doing the very same thing. Then I noticed the hard lump poking me in the back. What had brought me out of sleep was none of these things. It was Mike moving his body just so much and rubbing his backside over my hard dick.

Then to my complete and utter astonishment Steve started to rock a bit causing his hard dick to rub against my backside while he tightened his grip on my waist. I looked at the window and saw that dawn had already begun. The room had a sort of dull glow to it from the morning sunshine coming through the windows.

Then I felt Steve move even close to me. He nuzzled his chin into the back of my neck and I felt him kissing me! My dick was so hard that it nearly ached. Mike was moving just enough to keep me simmering and Steve was bucking against me hard enough to send himself into orbit in no time. A moan escaped me and Mike stopped moving, but Steve didn't. I deduced from this that Steve was asleep, but Mike was awake and fully aware of what he was doing. We were going to have to have another talk I thought.

"Please," he whispered just barely loud enough for me to hear him.

I decided to give him what he wanted. It was clear that Steve wasn't going to be deterred, so I decided to give a little. I tightened my hold on his body and began to hump against his ass. I could feel him pumping his dick so I knew that he was going to get off soon. I quickly picked up the pace to get myself closer to the finish line. Steve grunted and moaned so I knew he was getting there too.

I didn't figure out that Steve was awake the whole time until his orgasm hit him. He was very loud with his gasps and moans. He also dug his fingers into my hip as his body convulsed against mine. Seconds later I was pumping a load of cum into my boxers against Mike's ass and he was panting and moaning as he unloaded as well.

It took me all of ten seconds to disengage from both of them and start squirming my way out of the sleeping bag. My boxers and sweats stuck to me from all of the cum and I wanted out of them. It was so cold in the house because the fire had died while we were sleeping that I wasn't sure I wanted to go to the bathroom to change. I knew I didn't want to change right there though.

"I'll get the fire," Steve said as he climbed out of the sleeping bag. I got one look at the giant wet spot on the front of his sweats before he was putting wood and kindling in the fireplace.

Then Mike was getting up and he looked completely soaked front and back. He smiled sheepishly at me and pulled his wet sweats away from his pelvis. I supposed there was no need to have a talk with him. I'd been just as in on that little frottage session as they had. I still couldn't figure out why I'd done it though.

Mike sure shocked me though. He just stripped right there in front of me. Steve even paused long enough to glance back at him. He bent his naked self over his bag to rummage inside for clean boxers and then I watched his wares move as he hopped around on one foot to put them on. Then, once the fire was going, Steve did the exact same thing. I didn't watch him though. I was too busy wondering why my dick was hard again from watching Mike.

"Might as well change, Josh," Mike said as he stood there shivering. "You can't be any more comfortable like that than I was."

I shrugged with a sigh and then stripped out of my sweats and boxers. I was keenly aware that I was standing there naked, hard and covered in my own cum. I wasn't prepared for what happened next though. Before I could even think Mike was in front of me on his knees with my cummy dick in his hand. I just looked at him for a second before he looked up at me with a pleading look. When I didn't make any reply or pull away from him he must have decided he had permission and then his mouth was on my dick. At first it was wonderful and then it was painful.

"Ow!" I cried, pulling away from him and grabbing my dick. "Teeth!"

Then Steve was in front of me, prying my hand away from my dick. I was so stunned I just stood there as he took me in his mouth. I didn't want to like what he was doing but I couldn't help it. He was at least half as good at this as Rex was. He bobbed up and down on me for a few minutes and then backed off and turned to look at Mike.

"You gotta keep your teeth out of the way," he said simply.

Then he and Mike changed places and Mike was sucking my dick again. I was so stunned by all of this that I just stood there and let them do it! Mike guarded his teeth and then he took too much of me and started to gag. I listened as Steve started to explain how far to take it and how to take more of it by relaxing his throat and taking a deep breath. I was beyond stunned as I listened. My enemy was telling my best friend how to suck my dick! Then he put it in his own mouth and took me all the way to my balls and I nearly lost it.

"Now you try," he said, moving over to let Mike have access.

Then Mike was back on me. He got a lot more in his mouth than before and I nearly came when I started to slide down his throat but he backed off again really quickly and started the normal bobbing again. I was getting closer and closer to cumming, but I was too stunned to say anything. When he started to play with my balls I had to warn him.

"I'm gonna cum," I said simply and Mike let go of me and backed away.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of it," said Steve. "His dick was covered in cum when you started sucking him! Here."

And with that he swallowed me. As soon as he started to swallow around my dick my balls let go. My knees buckled and I would have fallen over if Steve hadn't put both of his hands on my ass and held me in place. He backed off enough to get the last blast of my cum in his mouth and I was amazed. When he was sure I was done he let go of me.

"You gotta take it like a man, Mikey," he said.

I grabbed my soiled boxers and wiped myself off in silence. I couldn't believe I'd stood there and let them do that. I felt like an idiot and I felt guilty. What shocked me more than anything was that as I started to feel guilty it was Rex I was thinking of. That gave me pause but I wanted to be dressed. There was no way I was staying undressed in front of these two a second longer.

It proved to be a good thing that I got dressed because Dane showed up with a shovel to dig his way to the front door of the cabin. He smirked at us when he walked in and stood staring at his little brother. I didn't know what to think about it all, but I knew that I'd rather be outside helping him shovel so I could get the hell away from all of them.

"From the smell I'd say you got both of them to play," said Dane, shocking me further into silence. "Problem is if you hadn't been so wrapped up in getting your mouth on their dicks you might have remembered to fill the generator."

Mike's mouth was hanging open, but Steve was smirking right back at his brother. I shook my head and finished putting my stuff back in my bag. I unzipped the two sleeping bags and rolled them up. To hell with the generator I was leaving one way or another. I just had to dig my way out of the garage to do it.

"There are extra shovels in the back of my truck," I said without looking at any of them. "If you help me get into the garage we can dig out the driveway."

"Jack's already been through with the plow twice so the roads are open," Dane said in reply. "We can head into town and get a few things if you guys are hungry. I want that generator running before we leave though."

"Sounds good," said Steve.

"I'm not going into town," I said. "I'm going home. I just need help getting the garage and driveway dug out and then I'm out of here."

"Well we're supposed to be leaving after lunch..."

"I'm not going to say it again," I sighed. "If you won't help me I'll dig the fucking garage out with my hands and then use my own shovel to dig my way out of the driveway."

"All right," he said, looking at me with wide eyes. "I'll start getting you a path to the garage. Steve, you're with me."

We were all silent as Steve put his coat on and followed Dane out of the cabin to start making their way to the garage. I put my coat on and picked up my bag and sleeping bag and started toward the door when Mike put his arm on my shoulder to stop me. I shrugged his hand off and kept walking.

"Josh, please," he said as I reached the door.

"No," I said as I opened it and stepped out into the freezing cold.

As soon as they made their way to the garage door I went through it and put my things in the cab of my truck. Then I got the shovels out of the bed and went back outside to started shoveling the driveway. I saw that the plow had thrown most of the snow high over the end of the driveway, but nothing was going to stop me. I didn't even acknowledge Steve as he took the extra shovel from my hand and started to help me.

I was angry but I wasn't sure why. I'd let them do it. I'd just stood there and let them take turns sucking my dick. If I'd let them do it then why was I mad about it? Was it the guilt that kept trying to drown me? I couldn't stop thinking about Rex the entire time I shoveled the driveway. I was confused and filled with guilt and anger. What confused me was where the guilt came from and what Rex had to do with it.

As we worked on the huge pile of snow at the end of the driveway that had been discarded by Jack's plow a new thought twisted my gut. I felt guilty because it felt like I was cheating on Rex as if he was my boyfriend. Did that mean I was gay? Did it mean that I loved Rex like a boyfriend? So many confusing thoughts ran through my head as I shoveled that snow. When we were finished shoveling I took the shovel from Steve and put them both back in the bed of my truck. I was about to get in and drive home when I thought about Mike again. I couldn't be mad at him for sucking my dick when I'd just stood there and let him do it. I turned and went back inside the cabin.

"Mike, if you want to stay and ride back with them that's fine with me," I said. "You can come with me now if you want to."

He looked at me with sad eyes and I felt like a bastard for being so mean to him. He didn't even say a word as he gathered his stuff and packed his bag. I walked over and grabbed his sleeping bag as he put his coat on. Then he followed me back out of the cabin and into the garage. I moved my stuff to the backseat and added his sleeping bag to it. Once his bag was added we got in the truck. I wasn't interested in saying anything to the Olin brothers. I wanted to go home.

I headed for the small town that we passed along the way to the cabin. There was a convenient store just inside the town and we stopped there and I bought a small cooler and a bag of ice. I got a six pack of soda and some snacks to tide us over for the three hour drive and filled the truck with gas.

"I'm sorry, Josh," Mike said when we were on the road again and headed for Bryarwood.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," I sighed. "I'm the one that stood there and let it happen. Once again I could have pushed you away or backed off at any time. I could have said stop."

"You're mad at me though," he said.

"No, I'm mad at myself," I replied. "It's complicated, Mike. There's something you don't know."

I had to really decide if I wanted to tell him about me and Rex. If I just told him that I thought I was gay he'd want to have sex with me again. I couldn't have that. I wasn't even sure I was gay it was just a suspicion so far. I had to find out though. I also had to be honest with my friend so he would stop beating himself up over what had happened.

"You don't have to tell me anything," he said.

"I do," I insisted. "I'm going to invite you to the house. When are you free?"

"I don't know," he said. "My mom has me doing all of this stuff for her wedding and then there's the fact that I'm supposed to be spending time with my new brothers."

"Well, we'll figure it out," I replied. "There's a reason I haven't invited you over. For one I didn't even know that you were gay, though I'm surprised I didn't see it sooner."

"Was I obvious?"

"No," I assured. "It's just that I live with two gay men. I would have thought I'd know a homosexual when I saw one."

"Gaydar?" he asked with a smile without even a comment about the fact that I lived with two gay men and hadn't told him.

"Something like that," I chuckled.

"I think that only works for gay people," he said.

"Well, the other reason that I didn't invite you over to the house is because I was afraid you would figure out what was going on between me and Rex," I said, looking straight ahead. I couldn't say it if I looked him in the eye.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been having sex with Rex," I revealed. "He's been sucking my dick and I've been fucking him. It started a little while after I moved in with them."

"So you're gay?" he asked.

"Yes," I said without thinking. Then I thought about it. "No. I don't know. I really don't know at this point."

"But you dated Riley," he said. "She told Carla and Erica that you guys had sex and it was the best sex she'd ever had."

"Well, Riley shouldn't be telling tales," I replied quickly, wondering why he'd said Carla thought the reason that Riley and I had broken up was because she couldn't handle me in bed if Riley had told her it was the best sex of her life, but I let it go. "We did have sex the night of the winter formal. I liked it, but I liked Rex's blow jobs better. I hadn't fucked him by that time."

"So why did you and Riley really break up?" he asked.

"We broke up because she and Danny got back together," I said. "I just wasn't sad to see her go."

"Because you were having sex with Rex?"

"Partly, but the biggest reason was because I thought of Riley as my friend instead of my girlfriend," I said. "And she belongs with Danny."

"The way you can only see me as a friend and not a boyfriend?" he asked, and I had to really think about that one for a moment. I hadn't even known he was gay until this cabin trip.

"Mike, you have to understand that I'm not even sure I'm gay," I said. "If I am then the one I want to be with is Rex. I really like having you as my friend, Mike. I don't want this to end that."

"I don't think it will end our friendship," he said. "I like you though. I'll just have to figure out how to deal with that."

We were quiet for a while after that. I was left alone to my thoughts just as I suspected Mike was with his. So he liked me. It wasn't so bad on my end, but what about him? Mike was my friend. In school he was my best friend but I didn't feel the same way about him that he felt about me. That was kind of sad. Here I was trying to figure out if I really was gay and there was a gay boy my own age sitting right beside me that liked me. All I could think about was Rex.

And what if I was gay? Did that mean that Rex would want me? Sure he liked having sex with me, but did he love me? Could he love me? There were so many questions in my head that I thought it would explode. I didn't even know if I really was gay. I wondered if other guys went through this. Was it so hard to figure out? For sixteen years I'd just assumed that I was straight. I liked girls, end of story.

Then there was Rex and everything changed. Even before he'd started to suck my dick things had changed. We spent hours on the floor cuddled up together. Sure Rob was there with us too, but it wasn't Rob that I put my arms around and held against me. It wasn't Rob's pulse I felt beating under my hands. It was Rex. I'd always been drawn to Rex. It just took me a long time to realize it. Rex was my work out buddy. He was the friend I goofed off with and had fun with. He was the one who helped me with my private problems.

That isn't to say that Rob was any less important to me. Rob was my confidant when I needed to talk about my mother or how much it hurt that she'd chosen the doctor over me. He was the one who made sure that I did my homework and didn't stay out all night long every night. Rob was like my brother. I loved Rob, but it wasn't the same as it was with Rex. They were very different in the way that I perceived them.

I just didn't know what to think. I wasn't getting anywhere so I decided to just put it out of my mind. I saw a sign that advertised food and gas so I took the exit and parked the truck at McDonald's. While we ate, Mike and I talked about nothing in particular. We talked a bit about school, graduation and summer. He wanted to get a job over the summer to make enough money to buy a car. I wanted to get more clients over the summer to strengthen my business. The discussion was just overly normal.

When we finally made it back to Bryarwood it had started to snow again. It was light snow but it added to the snow that was already on the ground. I dropped Mike off at his house and then headed back to my own with thoughts of all of the work that I'd have over the next few days. It was too late to start that day, but I'd have a full day ahead of me the next day.

"Well the traveler has come home," Rob said with a huge grin as I came through the back door, stomping my feet on the rug just outside the door to get the snow off.

"And I'm happy to be home," I said, smiling back at him. "Rex out shoveling?"

"Yeah," he said. "Has been since eight this morning."

"Why didn't he take the snow blower?" I asked. "I wasn't going to be using it today."

"Don't know," said Rob. "You hungry?"

"No," I replied. "We stopped at McDonald's on the way home. I'm in desperate need of a shower though."

I took a quick shower and then started washing the clothes from the camping trip. I put my sleeping bag in the corner with the rest of my stuff in the basement and headed back upstairs. When I got back to the kitchen that box my mother had given Rob to give me for Christmas was sitting on the table in front of him.

"Josh, I know I said I wouldn't push but you really need to open this," he said as I sat down across from him.

"Why?" I asked. The look on his face said there was more that he was holding back.

"I talked to her yesterday, Josh," he said. "There's something you should know, but not from me. You won't talk to her, but if you open this box you might find out what you need to know."

"She's not supposed to..."

"Josh, the restraining order ended," he said. "She's completely within her rights to talk to any of us. That includes you at this point. You can try to get it reinstated, but I really hope you won't. She's reaching out again, Josh."

I thought about that for a minute as I looked at the box in front of me. She was reaching out. All right that was fine. Wasn't that what I wanted? Aside from having the doctor out of the picture wasn't having her come around what I wanted? This didn't really mean that she was coming around though. The fact that she'd talked to Rob meant nothing about that. She'd talked to him because she had to talk to him to get to me. I was so tired of carrying a grudge though. I loved my mother. I felt hurt and betrayed by her, but I still loved her. She was reaching out and now I was the one being a bastard and ignoring her. I sighed as I thought about that and reached out and took the box from the table.

The first thing I noticed was the card. I opened the envelope and took out the card, letting yet another smaller envelope fall on the table. I decided to read the card first. I can't even describe the emotions that washed over me as I read what she'd written inside. By the end I knew what the smaller envelope was and had decided not to open it.


Dearest Josh,

I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart. You are my son and that will never change. It breaks my heart to know that you don't feel the same anymore. I don't know where we went wrong, but I think the problem began long before Curtis came into our lives. I hope that one day we can fix the problem and be close again, but that will take both of us and I know you're not ready.

I hope that you enjoy the gift inside this box. It was selected with love and I hope you will accept it with the same. What I need to tell you won't be easy for you to hear. I apologize for that in advance. It was never my intention to cause you pain or make you angry. Please believe that.

Curtis and I will be married on June ninth. There is an invitation to the wedding inside this envelope. I hope you'll attend. We need to sit down and discuss the house. I will be moving to California with Curtis shortly after the wedding. I would like for you to have the house, but will understand if you don't want it. Please contact me so we can discuss this.

Much love,


I sat there for a few minutes just thinking about nothing, or trying to think about nothing. So she was marrying the doctor and moving to California. She was leaving and it would be harder for me to see her. I know I hadn't actually put forth any effort in seeing her with her living in the house across the street, but somehow this just seemed worse.

Then there was the house. I'd grown up in that house. Of course I wanted it. I knew then that I had to talk to her if for nothing else than to just accept the house. Then I remembered the present itself. She'd said it was selected with love. I wondered what it was. There was only one way to find out. I unwrapped the box and found it to be just a regular cardboard box. Inside was a photo album. As soon as I opened it I knew what it was.

The first page was a five by seven hospital photograph of me as a newborn. The second and third pages were filled with pictures of the day that she and my father had brought me home. I'd seen these pictures a few times in the past as she'd told me the story of how excited they were to bring me home from the hospital.

The fourth page was filled with pictures of me crawling. The fifth was pictures of me taking my first step. There were pictures of me holding onto my father's index fingers as he tried to help me learn to walk. There were pictures of my mother clapping her hands as I actually took that first step.

The sixth page was filled with an eight by ten photograph of the three of us as a family. I was still only a toddler, sitting on my father's knee. My mother's hand was on my thigh and the smiles on all three of our faces were radiant. I stared at that one for a few moments before looking at the seventh page and finding pictures of me in my preschool classroom with the other children.

The eighth page had a wallet sized school photo from my kindergarten year. There were other pictures surrounding it of things that we'd done that year. I could barely remember the events captured in those pictures but they made me smile just the same. The ninth page had my wallet size first grade picture. There were more pictures of what we'd done during that year of my life as well. These events I remembered a little better. The trip to the Grand Canyon was a fond memory of mine and there was a picture of me and my dad standing in front of the big sign that announced the canyon.

Each page held another wallet sized photo of my progressing years in school. They were surrounded by pictures of events that had taken place during the corresponding year of my life. The main theme of the pictures was happiness. I saw it on each page until I got to the year my father died. I noticed that the smiles on my face as well as my mothers weren't as radiant that year. There were still big events in our lives that were pictured here, but it wasn't the same for either of us.

The pictures continued until my junior year of high school. She even had pictures of me and Erica at the dance. There were a lot of pictures of me and my mom as the years went by and it hurt to look at them. I didn't even realize that I was crying until a tear fell on my hand and then I had to close the photo album.

"Are you all right, Josh?" Rob asked as I sat there with my hands resting on top of the photo album.

"I'm fine," I said after a minute. "It's just hard to look at some of the pictures."

"I think I can understand that," he said softly.

"I had forgotten about so many things we've done together," I admitted. "I can't believe I forgot any of it."

"You're growing up, Josh," he said. "Things are happening in your life really fast right now. You're bound to stop thinking about the past events and move on to present ones. It doesn't mean you actually forgot about them."

"It's just hard," I sighed, wiping my eyes. "I don't understand why things had to change and get so bad."

"Well she's reaching out, Josh," he said. "Really reaching."

"Yeah, and I think it's time I reached back," I said after a minute.

"This is her phone number," he said, passing me a slip of paper. "She asked me to give it to you."

"She changed the number?" I asked, taking the slip.

"No, Josh," he said. "I'm a little hesitant to tell you this, but she's moved in with the doctor."

"You don't have to worry about me reacting to that," I said. "She's marrying him in June."

"I thought what fell out of the envelope was an invitation," he said. "You gonna go?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "We'll have to wait and see what happens."

I excused myself to go and call her, letting Rob look through the photo album as I did. Rex came in the back door as I sat down next to the phone in the living room and started dialing the number on the slip of paper that Rob had given me. I was more than a little nervous as I listened to the extension ring. Given the time of day I was fully expecting to get her machine and I wasn't disappointed. What gave me pause was to hear the doctor's voice on the machine. I left a message and then went back to the kitchen.

"Did you talk to her?" Rob asked.

"Left a message on the doctor's machine," I replied.

"Well technically he's not a doctor in the state of Wisconsin," said Rob. "It was in the paper not long ago that he'd lost his license to practice medicine in this state."

"Which is probably why they're moving to California," I said.

"Probably," he agreed.

My mother returned my phone call right after dinner. I talked to her for about a half hour and felt so much better having heard her voice. She told me that she loved me and that she was sorry for letting this come between us. I apologized for the same thing, but assured her that I was doing all right. We agreed to meet the next afternoon to talk about the house. I was in a good mood when I got of the phone.

"You look happy," said Rex when I came into the bedroom.

"I am," I replied. "It was a good conversation. We're going to meet after I shovel walks tomorrow and talk about the house."

"So you're still getting the house?"

"So far," I said. "I know I want it. Do you think you guys would move in with me over there?"

"Well we'd have a bit more room," he said. "You'd even have your own room again."

"We'd still be sharing a room, Rex," I said. "There's only two bedrooms over there too."

"What about the office?"

"Not a bedroom," I replied. "No closet."

"All right," he said. "I just wasn't sure you'd want to share a room with me once we move across the street."

"Of course I will," I said. "I've gotten used to sleeping with you for one thing."

"Well all of this is assuming you get the house," he said after looking at me for a moment.

"And of course assuming Rob wants to move," I added.

"Are you going to stand there and talk about Rob or are you going to come to bed?" Rex asked with a smirk that let me know exactly what he wanted me in bed for.

"Hmm," I said with a chuckle. "Since you put it that way."

"Dance for me, big guy," he said when I started to lift my shirt up my torso.

"Oh, you want a dance?" I asked, smiling at him. I was trying hard not to laugh.

"Yes, I want a dance," he said, sitting further up in the bed.

"All right," I laughed as I started to swing my hips back and forth and twist my body a little bit in what I imagined to be a sexy dance.

I had to admit that it worked to turn me on just to do it. I didn't know for sure what it was doing for Rex. I slowly pulled my shirt up over my torso, wiggling and twisting as I did it. I swung the shirt around on one finger after I'd gotten it off my body and he smiled at me. I wasn't wearing shoes so I didn't have those to worry about. I gripped the waistband of my jeans and bent my knees as I slid my index fingers and thumbs closer to the button.

He smiled wider as I started to unbutton my fly. At the last button I turned around and shook my ass as I lowered my jeans to reveal my boxers. Laughing I let them fall down my hips and pool around my ankles. Without turning around I bent forward and slowly pulled my boxers down over my ass and then back up. I shook my ass at him, making him laugh. Then I pushed my boxers all the way down and stepped out of them. I slowly stood back up and turned to face him. My dick was pointing straight out from my body.

"Come 'ere, you," he said with a big grin on his face. He opened his arms and I walked right over to the bed and lay on top of him.

I brought my lips to his and kissed him, making him moan as I slid my tongue in his mouth. The kiss deepened and I could feel his hard dick throbbing between us separated only by the blanket and sheet. I moved off of him without breaking the kiss and slid the cover back so that I could lay skin to skin with him.

We continued to kiss while he moved us around and down further into the bed. He kicked the blanket off of us and maneuvered himself so that his legs were wrapped around me. He reached between us and tried to push my dick down and I got the message. I reached for the bottle of Astroglide in the drawer and had to break the kiss so I could sit back on my knees to lubricate my dick and his ass. We'd done this so often that I didn't need to do anything to open him up anymore. I just put the head of my dick against his ass and waited for him to nod at me.

"Ah," he said as I pushed. His sphincter gave way and then I was slowly sliding into him.

We quickly got into "our" rhythm and looked into each other's eyes. I don't think he'd noticed yet that I hadn't put on the condom. I wasn't sure if I'd done that on purpose or if I'd simply forgotten. My mind was too full of what I'd been thinking all day as I looked into his eyes. Being this close to him, inside him felt so good. Was it sex? If it was just sex I would be fine. What horny seventeen year old doesn't love sex when they have it? But then what straight seventeen year old boy would have sex with another guy every chance he got?

Did it mean I was gay though? I didn't know but I knew I had to do something to find out. I thought about what I could do to find out as I watched his eyes for that wide eyed expression he got every time my dick rubbed his prostate. We were in the right position and his eyes opened wide right after the thought crossed my mind. I gave up formulating plans to find out about my own sexuality after that. I focused on making him feel good.

With that thought in my head I leaned forward and kissed him. His arms went around my neck as the kiss nearly bent him in half. Then his body jerked and he moaned into my mouth as his ass began to spasm around my dick, signaling his orgasm was in full swing. I picked up the pace without breaking our kiss and emptied my own balls into his bowels a few seconds later.

Finally our kiss ended so that we could both gasp for air. I don't know why I did it but I ran my index finger through the puddle of cum on his chest and brought that finger to my mouth. The taste assaulted me immediately and I nearly retched. I shook my head from side to side in disgust, making him laugh at me.

"That stuff is disgusting!" I cried. "How can you like that?"

"It's an acquired taste," he said between chuckles. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess I was curious to find out what it tasted like."

"Haven't you ever tasted your own?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "The thought never crossed my mind to taste it until now. Believe me I don't think I'll be tasting it again."

"Well let me up so we can get cleaned up," he said, laughing. "I'd imagine your unsheathed dick needs a little attention. Why didn't you wear the condom?"

"I don't have an answer for that one either," I admitted. "I guess I just didn't think about it."

"Well don't let it become a habit, Josh," he said, standing and stretching his cramped muscles. "Diseases are nasty things. There's no reason for you to get sick."

"You don't have anything to worry about there," I said. "I'm not having sex with anyone else."

Then I thought about what had happened at the cabin and felt guilty again. On top of that guilt I'd lied about it. My head was seriously messed up about all of it and I needed to talk to someone. I wasn't sure that Rex was the one I should talk to about it but I had no one else.

"What's with the look on your face?" he asked.

"There's something I want to talk to you about," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I accepted the towel from him and wiped myself dry at least.

"Sounds serious," he said, sitting beside me.

"It is," I sighed. "At the cabin a few things happened that I didn't invite but didn't resist either."

"You had sex with one of the guys at the cabin?" he asked.

"Two of them actually," I replied and then told him everything from Mike fondling me while I slept to the poker game and my getting pissed off enough to leave the cabin and come home the first night.

Then I told him about Dane going to help a friend and the generator running out of gas. I told him about the strange frottage session that woke me up but I didn't put a stop to it and had actually gotten off about the same time as Mike and Steve had. When I got to Mike and Steve taking turns sucking my dick I felt dirty and ashamed. I even told him so.

"I wouldn't feel to upset with myself about this, Josh," he said. There was something strange about the tone of his voice, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "You're a healthy teenage boy after all."

"But why did I feel so guilty about it?" I asked. "I mean it happened and my mind refused to process it for a while. Then when it was over I felt dirty, ashamed and guilty."

"Those are questions you have to ask yourself," he said. "I don't have those answers for you."

"I don't quite have them myself," I said with a sigh.

"Well I know we're long over due for a different discussion than this," he said slowly. "But I don't want to have it yet. So let me just be selfish a while. Let's get some sleep. Maybe you'll have more answers for yourself in the morning."

He got up and turned off the light after that, so I crawled into bed and under the covers. When he slid into the bed beside me my arms went around him instantly. Then I surprised myself by kissing the side of his neck, nestling in and falling off to sleep almost immediately.

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