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From Chapter 9:
"Seth! I`m so sorry! Did I hurt you?" He cried.
"Did you hurt me!!" I exclaimed! "Are you kidding me? What were you thinking as I was going off in your hand?"
"I was - I never was so - It was hotter than anything I ever did!"
"I know! It's something else my brother taught me. Screaming makes it better. Better for the screamer - and better for the one making him scream."
Boy, you got that right! Wow!"
"And no, you didn't hurt me!" I said as I was coming back up to kiss him again. He of course tasted his own in my mouth. He later told me that was cool! "Guess the kid has a few things to teach to the master, huh?" I gloated!
"Whew! You can say that again! Man, I love -"
I held my breath!
"I loved that so much!" He finished.
"Yeah - me too!"
Chapter 10
We woke up after breakfast time. We both were going on less than the minimum sleep needed. I woke up first. I lay there watching him for about fifteen minutes before I thought I better take care of this pee woody I had.
But I didn't want to move. Watching his chest rise and fall, his eyes flutter under his closed eyelids, his mouth slowly dripping saliva on the pillow. And he had a pretty good pee woody going too. He kept his hand near it and rubbed it about every half minute, while getting a kind of smiley grimace on his face.
I was sure wondering what he was dreaming! We were not sleeping close, but I moved closer and could smell his body odor mixed with the sex-smell from last night. It just made me harder. I again thought about getting up to relieve my bladder, but then had an urge and got as close to his face as I could with my own. I could smell his sour breath, mixed with a very strong cummy smell.
We had kicked the covers off and it was a little cold, so I stealthily pulled the sheet over us both and then carefully got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet because it was way too hard to bend down to pee standing up. As I sat there, naked on the toilet, I saw in the mirror that his eyes were open and he was watching me. I smiled as demurely as I knew how and finished up, flushing the toilet. Usually, as soon as I pee in the morning, the woody seems to go somewhere else. This time it didn't!
I remained sitting there for a moment, and he sprang from the bed and headed straight for the shower. I followed him in. He turned on the water, and immediately started to pee, straight up into the air.
"Wait!"I hollered!
He grimaced as he painfully squeezed off the pee with his sphincter. "Is this okay with you? Does it -- offend you?"
I didn't say a word, but walked directly to him and wrapped myself around him. Then I said, as I was still holding him close, "Now let it go!"
"No way! I don't want to pee on you!"
"Even if I want you to?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, really!"
"You are going to teach me more than I thought!" He relaxed his sphincter and the warm fluid forced its way between our bodies. "Cooool!" he said!
"How did it feel?" I asked, well aware that his answer was going to be positive.
"Where do you learn stuff like that? It was -- better than I ever -- well I never imagined peeing on a lover! But better than I would have thought -- actually great! It's like -- well -- it makes sense. Peeing is always -- well usually -- a very satisfying and pleasurable sensation. But holding someone you love while doing it -- it was incredible!"
"Good, I never did it before."
"Wha -? How did you -?"
"I read about it. It didn't say why it was good -- only that it was. It also felt good knowing that you felt -- comfortable enough -- or something -- with me -- to do it!"
"Wanna try it?"
"I already went, silly! And by the way, I am going to ignore the remark you made about `holding someone you love' as just an expression."
"Seth -- I -- Please don't make more of things like that than is there. I DO love you! I couldn't do things like we did last night if I didn't. Can you honestly stand there and tell me that you don't love me?"
"I guess there's love and then there's love."
"That's right! And not only love -- respect!
"Huh?"
Well, I guess not all guys feel this way, but -- I could never do anything like that with Robert -- not now. I have lost every bit of respect that I ever had for him yesterday. And Seth?"
"Huh?"
"I want to say something else."
Uh-oh!
"What?"
"I am so happy that it was you that found my emotional "g-spot"!"
"Huh?" I was getting to feel like a one-word idiot!
"Before last night, I always considered myself an almost exclusive bottom. You, my young lover, have changed that for life! I have never enjoyed getting off like I did with you last night!"
He hugged me close and kissed my mouth. His mouth was very sour, but it didn't matter. I thought about this -- and as I had with so many times with Luke, I asked myself -- "I wonder if THIS is love". I must have shuddered a little. He pulled away and said, "Oh, I'm sorry! My breath must be worse than a dragon!"
"I've never smelled a dragon's breath," I said, "But -" I almost let it slip!
"What, sweetie?" He said.
I remained silent, but I could feel my cheeks warming up. Finally, I said, "There must be an end to this hot water."
"Mm-hmm. That's what you were going to say -- yup!"
"Some things are better left unsaid."
"But once you let half a camel in the tent, it will get in one way or the other. Or pull the tent down altogether!"
SIGH "I've never smelled a dragon's breath," I repeated, "But as bad as your breath is, I loved kissing you anyway -- and I was wondering -"
"Yes?"
"Is that a sign of - love?"
"I think" he started, "that all of the things we have experienced -- the emotions, that is -- are "signs" of love. I think this is how people fall in love -- one thing -- one sign -- one emotion at a time. So lets not stress to much over each little sign or emotion we feel."
Then he squatted down and took my completely soft piece in his mouth. He chewed on it and rolled it around with his tongue and it soon sprung back to life. He then removed his mouth and asked me, "You aren't diseased are you? -- hee hee -- never mind, I trust you!"
"Touche!" I remarked!
He again took me in and was able to take it all without it even going down his throat. Hey! Can I help it if he has a long inner mouth?
It took some doing to get me off, but he did, and it was great. He then came back up and as I had done, gave me my own back. Except he had most of it in his mouth, rather than down his throat as I had. It actually was considerably better than his dragon mouth! I laughed -- while we were kissing.
He broke the kiss. "What's so funny?" I told him what I was thinking. He flipped his middle finger at me.
"Is that an invitation?" I asked.
I looked down and he was at attention.
"I'll take that as a yes!" I said and I reciprocated his act. He started to moan at first then started to scream again.
"Oh -- oh -- oh -- oh -- ah -- ah -- AH -- AHH -- AHHH! Seth -- pant -- pant -- I'll never -- pant -- be -- pant -- a bottom -- pant -- again! Pant -- well , at least -- pant -- not exclusively!"
We washed up and went in to the bedroom and dressed for another Thanksgiving dinner. When we got to the garage, he again threw me the keys. This time I caught them. I held them up and said, "I feel like a little kid!" He obviously stifled a laugh. "Fuck you!" I said. He burst out laughing!
I drove his Farrari across to the south side of town. His parents' neighborhood was more modest than Uncle Jake's or Brian's. I noticed there was a Chevy Malibu at the curb with a "fish-tian" sign on it, and a decal which said, "Westminster College". I assumed -- correctly -- that it was his brother's. He had driven here from Salt Lake City.
When we entered the house, after the initial hugs and hello's, all eyes were on me. He introduced me to his parents first and then to his brother. "Seth, this is Buck."
"So Brian, where is Robert? This can't be his little brother -- he looks nothing like him!"
With an icy glare, Brian said, "Robert and I are history. Seth is my- "
"I KNOW you are not going to say `lover', Brian! Not with this little boy!"
"Seth and I are -- dating!" Brian was immediately cowed and defensive.
"Son!" It was obvious that Mr. Michaels, and he was speaking to Buck. "I'm very proud you are doing so well at Westminster! When is it they will teach you to act like a Christian?"
Brian's face went from red to white.
Buck looked at the floor, and grumbled something -- whether or not there was a "sorry" in it I don't know. I thrust out my hand. "Nice to meet you Buck! I've heard so much about you!"
"Not much good, I'll bet -- not from the doctor, anyway."
"Actually he has had little to say about you -- but what he has said has not been bad. Most of what I heard was from my cousin." I looked at Brian, and his face perked up, and started to gain some color back..
"Oh, and do I know your cousin?"
"Jake Smith"
"Jake?!" he exclaimed, "Jake, `The Jock', Smith? It's been at least -- four or five years! Man, I'd love to see him! He was everything I wanted to be!"
"Everything -- and more!" Brian said.
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Jake is a very successful accountant, is married and has two beautiful children." Brian said, bating his brother.
"Give me time -- I'll have those things -- someday! Where is Jake now?"
"HE lives in Vermont." I said. "But he is here for the long weekend." I kept the little charade going. Well, no, it wasn't! It was all true -- just not the whole truth.
"Really?" he intoned. "And he talked nicely about me"
I was really getting into this! "Oh, Yes! He said he admired you a lot. Said he really admired your -- physique."
"Me?! My physique?! Jake the Jock?! I can't believe that! Are you sure?"
"I'm SURE `admired' was the word he used!" Brian said. Brian was by this time all smiles. He looked like he could hardly stand it!
"Well, I want to run over and see him! This is so cool! Who's he married to -- anyone I know?"
I was so proud at how quickly I was able to pull this one out: "I doubt it -- came from somewhere -- I think Downey -- down south."
"Well, we are going over there this afternoon! Is their phone number the same?" Buck asked.
"Yes, but they are probably in the guest house, with a separate number." I answered.
"Come on in here, Seth." Brian said. "You can drop your jacket in my old room." We got into the room, Brian shut the door and both of us started giggling almost uncontrollably!
The door came bursting open. Buck was standing there, with an expectant look on his face. I think with all the giggling, he expected to catch us "doing" something. We were standing on opposite sides of the room. "What's so funny?" He demanded!
"Nothing, Bro! We've been this way all day!" and Brian started to crack up again, and I couldn't help but join him. Buck glared at us, and picked up the phone that was in the hallway, just outside my door.
"Tell me their number so I don't have to look it up!"
"YESS SSIR!" I thought. But I just calmly told him the number.
"Hello! May I speak to Jake, please? Really!!? You'll never, never guess who this is! Omigosh, how did you guess?! Here. In Santa Barbara! I drove down for Thanksgiving. No, they waited until today to give me time to drive. Yeah, thanks. I am going for my Doctorate. Yeah. I hear you are married with two children. Man you don't waste much time! So when can I come over? That soon? I think so. We will not be eating until later tonight. Good! I'll be there in a half hour! This is so neat, Jake! I have always looked up to you! Why would you say that? Well, any way, see you in a bit! Bye!"
"Wow! Jake the jock! Your cousin was just good -- at everything! And smart too! Well, I gotta get ready to go."
"Get ready?" Brian said. "You look fine!"
"Not to see Jake the Jock after all these years! I don't want to disappoint him!"
"Buck, don't worry. He won't care." I said.
"I suppose not, but just the same..."
As soon as he was out of earshot, Brian said, "I am NOT going to miss this! Let's go now and beat him there!"
"Oh my God, Brian, you are evil! Me too!"
After making our excuse to Brian's folks, we had to control ourselves not to run to the car! When we got around the corner, we both started laughing so hard! "I don't know quite what to expect, Seth, but -- Oh, this could get awkward! Hee hee hee! And I don't wanna miss it!:"
"Ha ha ha ha! Please don't think I'm rude, but your brother is an ass hole, Brian!"
"He has gotten worse, if anything! If mom and dad had not been there, my foot would have been halfway to his esophagus, via his ass hole!"
We got to the Smith's, ran up to the guesthouse. As soon as we were in the door, Jake was on us like flies on shit! "You didn't tell him, did you?"
"Nope! He was such a creep -- especially to Seth! It was all I could do to keep from giving him a sex change operation with my foot!"
"Hey!" Brian said, "Let's go down to your parents house and let him make a fool of himself in front of the whole family!"
"Sounds tempting, Bri, but -- I haven't seen him in five years. I still have good feelings toward him. He was a friend. Let him come up here."
"Maybe you're right. I was just getting carried away with my emotions. He really was unconscionably rude to your cousin, though."
"Well, if it`s all right with Seth, I am going to pretend I don't know that." I nodded.
"My dad was never very happy about my coming out," Brian continued, "But even he was dismayed at my brother's rudeness. He actually asked Buck if they taught students to be Christians!"
"Maybe it's assumed they are already Christians when they apply." I said.
"Knock knock knock!"
Jake went to the door. He opened it and there stood Buck with his mouth open. "Jake! Jake! It really is you!"
"Yeah, Buck, it's me."
Buck threw his arms around Jake and hugged him close, then stepped back. You look -- great -- maybe a little slimmer, but -- about the same!" Buck looked past Jake, saw Brian and me, and looked surprised, like he was going to say something, but then his eyes locked on to Uri and Ursula. "O my gosh, Jake are these your babies? They are -- gorgeous! Look at those eyes -- and that hair! They must both look like their mother!"
"Come in, won't you, Buck?" Jake said very cordially. Buck, this is my cousin Chris. I think you have already met his brother, Seth. Over there is Craig, this is my partner, Colin, and you remember my sister, Carrie? This is her fiance, Rob." Buck started to shake hands all around.
"Did you bring your wife with you, Jake?"
"I -- I don't have a wife, Buck."
"Oh. OH! I'm sorry! But I understood you were married - ?"
"Yes, I am, Buck. As I said, this is my partner, Colin."
Colin offered his hand. Buck started to reach for it and then he froze, as the reality of what Jake said sunk in. His hand seemed to whither, and slinked back to his side. "You mean -- but no! I know YOU're not a fag! This is a joke, right? And not a very funny one!"
"It's no joke, Buck." Jake said, a sad smile pulling at his mouth. "Colin and I have been together for two years, and been married for a year." He let that set a moment to sink in.
"But -- but -- you were the biggest jock in high school! How could you be..." Buck looked completely lost for a moment. Then he continued. "Don't you know you will rot in hell for -- for -"
Chris walked over to Craig and held his hand, and then Brian grabbed mine, and almost simultaneously, Carrie grabbed Rob's.
Buck almost stumbled back a step. "You -- you're all queers! This is a den of queers! If you don't all REPENT, you're doomed! You will ALL go to -"
It was all Carrie could take! She stepped right up to his face. "I'm not a queer! But I believe that the only one who will go to HELL is YOU, bigot!"
"YOU! You will be sorry you believe this was someday. You're no better than these -- these damned faggots! You're a freaking faggot lover!"
Rob, who is normally very mild mannered, stepped in front of Carrie. He easily grabbed and raised Buck off the floor, pinning his to the wall, his feet dangling. Rob's 6'-4" frame dwarfed Buck. "I expect you better apologize to my fiance -- and not only that, to all my friends!" Then he let him drop to the floor. He landed on his feet, but with Rob, Carrie and Jake between him and the door, he looked like a trapped skunk. He turned one way and then the other. "I think you probably understood me, so I'm not going to repeat myself!" Said Rob, threateningly.
"Rob, Back off! He wouldn't mean it!" Jake said, "Just go, Buck! And know that "Jake the Jock" is supremely disappointed in you. Disappointed because I thought you were my friend and disappointed because I figured that a preacher should have more -- no - SOME love - SOMEWHERE -- in him. Do you really think you can go to heaven with so much hate in you? Please leave."
"Maybe you can let him go with that, Jake, but he has not apologized to my lady yet!" Rob said. "Real or not, he will do at least that! And sucker, you better make a realistic stab at acting repentant to my sweetheart! Or you won't be leaving here walking!" And Rob stood directly in front of the door.
Buck turned to Carrie. "Look, I'm sorry, but -"
"NO BUTS!" Rob hollered.
HE looked up at Rob, his legs were shaking, his face sweating. "I -- I - !" He looked like he was about to cry. Carrie and Rob simultaneously took a step closer to Buck. A dark spot appeared in the front of his pants, and grew. He started to shake, then broke down and started crying. For the first time ever, I saw my cousin at a loss for words. Jake looked like he, too wanted to crawl in a hole. Well, after all, this had been his friend -- close friend from years ago.
Rob opened the door. "Just leave. Maybe it's to your credit that you could not lie!"
He walked out, his head down. Jake followed him out. "Buck, I'm sorry tha -"
"Fuck you, Jake! Fuck you all!"
"Not very Christian of you, Buddy!" Jake didn't say it with anything but sadness.
Jake closed the door. "Wow!" I said. "I guess I thought this was going to be -- fun. It surly didn't turn out that way!"
"It seldom does, Cuz!" Jake said. "It seldom does."
"I'm gonna call my parents and tell them we won't be there for dinner, Seth."
"Brian, may I make a suggestion?"
"Sure, Jake."
"First, don't let your brother drive you away from your parents. It's not fair to them and not fair to you. Second, Buck may have learned something today, even if he didn't show it. I think you would do well to go and act like nothing happened. Increase you love to your brother. Give him every chance to -- to apologize to you. If he does not, then let it go. They teach forgiveness at his school. Hopefully he may learn it some day, and will learn to love somewhere along the way. And by the way -- if you forgive him, then you will not be weighed down with the bitterness that comes from unforgiveness."
"I know you're right, Jake. And I do that over and over. But how often -- how often?"
"Seventy times seven." Rob intoned. "Jesus says we should forgive seventy times seven times."
"Hmmm. That's 490. Can I slug him after 491?" Brian said. That made Rob smile. "Seth, you don't have to come. It will be pretty uncomfortable at my house tonight."
"Then it will be uncomfortable for both of us, Brian."
"Seth, I love -- I love - your spunk!" He said. Everyone else smirked. "WHAT? -- OH! Get your minds out of the gutter!" and we all roared!
Notes: Thanks for reading! Comments as usual are welcome and appreciated. Write to Steve, s4d@hotmail.com. Mention Seth in the subject line, so I won't miss it among the junkmail.