This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY! Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland
Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"
Bobby Pepper -- New friend
Arlo Gates - Orienteer
Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie
... From Chapter 8:
"Whenever you're ready, babe?" I said, as he hovered over my almost painfully distended pecker-head.
"Ready for - - what?"
"You wanted to suck me. Whenever you're ready."
"Oh! Okay." He sucked it in like he was sucking in a gummy worm -- well okay gummy dick! It was plenty slippery by that time.
He started to bob and it wasn't long before I was ready to blow. I told him. "Am I supposed to drink it?"
"You may not want to -- your first time!"
"There may not BE another time. Ah might want this to be the only one -- so maybe Ah should go for the whole shebang."
"Suit yourself, babe, but I don't recommend it this time."
"Okay."
He almost had to start over, because I had lost my steam. It didn't take him long before I was again breathing raggedly and I pulled him off me a split second before blowing it all over his face.
"Thanks!" He said. "Next time, I think I want to drink it!"
So I guess there might be a next time!
Chapter 9
Note: So you liked that extra long chapter? Well ... "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away." Here's a shorter one!
I found it quite humorous that each of my new roomies thought the other might be gay, but didn't see their own potential. I also wondered if and when they might want to experiment with each other. What was even funnier was that on the same day, each of them asked me -- separately -- if I thought that maybe the other was gay -- now that I had obviously been involved with the other.
It was my orienteer, Arlo who asked first and so I only answered, again, "That would kind of be between me and Randy, wouldn't it? Besides, why don't you ask him yourself?"
But when Randy asked me, I burst out laughing. "You guys!"
"What??!" he said.
"Look, I don't want to say anything else ... I haven't told Arlo anything about you and me either. I think you better have a talk with your roomie, roomie!"
I had more suspicions about Arlo than Randy -- mostly because Arlo had seemingly relished my kisses and even initiated it himself. I don't think straight guys like to kiss other guys -- on the mouth.
I had to knock when I came back to the bungalow, because I didn't have a key yet. There was one hidden, but it was easier to knock than to climb up the trellis to get it. I would have been surprised if someone DID answer, because it seemed like if they were there, it would be unlocked. They were there ... and it was locked. Arlo came to the door -- in his skivvies, not his usual attire, but Randy, as usual was also clad only in his briefs. The TV was on and there were cans of soda on the table beside each chair.
"Party time?" I asked.
"There's more in the bottom of the fridge." Said Randy. "Why don't you go get him a Coke, Arlo. I'll ask him."
Arlo went to the kitchen. "Ask me -- what?"
"We were just wondering if you wanted to -- um -- show us some stuff."
"Sounds to me more like you WANT me to -- um - was it ... `show you some stuff'?"
Arlo reappeared. "Well, you've done so much more than we have -- Ah mean - "
"Actually I haven't. I'm pretty new to this myself. It was only the beginning of this summer that I even told anyone -- and that was my sister. I think she already knew. I wasn't sure, but she was! I'm pretty convinced myself now, though. I guess the other question is ... are you guys straight?"
"Yes!" "Yes!"
I kept my smile in my heart. "I just don't quite know what you're looking for." I said.
"Well," started Arlo -- "earlier this afternoon, Ah came home early to get something Ah forgot before swimming practice and - "
"Oh yeah -- I wondered where you were! And -- coach was pissed!" I added.
"Well, Ah got -- um -- detained. He'll get over it."
"I was here when he got home and we started talking." Said Randy. "I was the one to start it. I just told him that I knew that you guys were screwing around - "
"Ah told him that we didn't `screw around -- I mean no screwing!" Said Arlo
"And I told Him I figured you weren't. He was just a little defensive." They both chuckled. ""But anyway -- um -- I said we needed to talk about that."
"Randy blew me away at first. Ah've seen him so many times naked -- but he hasn't seen me. His dick is so amazing!"
"But I've never seen him -- of course -- never felt him! I mean -- I see with my hands! I HAVE smelled him and in that way I've seen a little."
"Do you like Arlo's smell?"
"I -- well -- kind of. But -- now we both showered and don't smell much -- except for some cologne."
"You showered together?"
"NO!" "NO!"
"What -- what -- I mean -- yeah -- what did you want to do?" I asked.
"What Ah was thinkin' was maybe you could show me -- `n Randy -- what -- what -- we should do."
"That's kind of silly." I said. "Why don't I just tell you what to do to Randy."
"Um -- oh!" Said Arlo. He shifted his eyes several times between me and Randy. Randy licked his lips!
"I'd go for that." Said Randy
I pretty much guided them as I has guided Arlo earlier: "Kiss his neck, Arlo, then just rub him anywhere that you might like someone to rub you."
Arlo started to kiss Randy's neck and shoulders and then moved his hand to Randy's chest and fondled it and tweaked his titties. Randy giggled. Arlo kissed his ear and face and was still fondling his breasts when his lips came together on Randy's.
"What the hell?" Said Randy. "What're you doing?!!" Said Randy, angrily stopping all the action. "No one said anything about kissing... Like that!"
"It's just part of - " started Arlo.
"It isn't part of what I want from you! Dude's don't kiss!"
"Hey, calm down, Randy." I said. "Now we know that you don't want to be kissed on the lips."
"Did you and Arlo kiss like that?"
"We're not talking about what anyone did with me. Kiss his titties, Arlo!" I said to a very hurt looking Arlo. Arlo did that and then I didn't have to tell him to suck on them. Randy let out a delighted little high pitched moan.
"Maybe we should take it to the bedroom, hey?" I suggested.
We went to the first room, which was Arlos's.
I sat on the easy chair and said, "Maybe it's time to shed the underwear!" Which they did. My already swelled penis jumped. "Just kind of start over." I said, rubbing my growing wood through my shorts.
"Are you gonna jack off while you watch us?" Said Arlo.
"Would that make you feel better?" I said as I freed my straining boner. When I did that, Arlo gently grabbed Randy's. He again squeaked a little. When Arlo saw that Randy liked it, he started to stroke him slowly, and I started doing the same to myself.
"Just do what you remember from us, Arlo!" I said.
He sucked on Randy's other titty and then started to kiss and suck his way down Randy's torso. I don't remember telling him to lick me -- but that's what he was doing to Randy. Randy started to squirm a little. That was when Arlo licked his dick. "Oh my gosh!" Squealed Randy. Then Arlo went for the gold. What I wasn't able to do -- he did. He deep throated him after about the third attempt -- even fully hard!
It didn't take Randy very long to get worked up to a full orgasm. He was squealing and crying out and I was almost there myself, watching them and auto-stimulating! Randy didn't even give any notice, he just came down Arlo's throat and mouth. He was bucking and squirming the whole time, and when he was done, he grabbed little Arlo and slid him up to his mouth and kissed him deeply." Arlo didn't waste time asking what happened to "Dudes don't kiss". He just kissed Randy back with at least as much passion as he'd shown me.
"Oh my God!" said Randy. "I just kissed a guy!"
"Did you like it?" I asked., still out of breath and pretty stimulated from watching them.
"I couldn't help it! I just couldn't stop myself! I - "
"It was a reaction to what he did for you." I said, giving him an out. "How do you feel about it now?"
Arlo looked on hopefully.
"I -- um -- it -- I mean -- I feel weird."
I refrained from suggesting that we try a threesome, but the more I lived with these guys, the more it sounded good to me. Something in the back of my brain rebelled a little, but I could easily justify it -- and would have if one of them suggested it. But they didn't. We all knew that we were all playing with the other two, but never again did it in front of anyone else. It was like a dirty little secret that, if we even did anything in the same room, gave more credence to it.
Before we knew it, it was almost Halloween. Randy kind of withdrew from both of us. I think he wanted to be "clean" when his brother Jay came to stay with us.
"Just try it on, Mikey!" Said Randy. "I know he's got to be close to your size!"
He took me to a costume shop and had me try on a Zorro costume. We found pieces to fit me to a tee. I tried on the mask and hat. I looked in the mirror and wished that Randy could see me! It came with a paste-on mustache, which I didn't put on.
When the night came, his brother had gotten stuck in traffic, and Randy told us to go ahead to the first party and he'd catch up, once his brother arrived. Luckily he WAS in contact with Jay on his cell phone so Randy wasn't worried about him. We had made up an itinerary of where we would go and in what order.
I found a costume, including a full ,mask -- of the Keith Ledger Joker. It was spooky looking at myself in the mirror. It scared several girls and even one guy -- who didn't know who I was but I knew ... it was Raymond, the guy who tried to meet me in the student center bathroom, then again at Susan's dorm. I never let on.
Both Arlo and I were getting concerned, as we left for the last party. As we were almost there, ready to walk in, there was a honk. We turned and Randy -- dressed as a death eater form Harry Potter, waved from the window of his brother's car. It was too dark to see the driver, but he had what looked like dark blondish hair, short cropped and then he parked and put on his mask.
I kind of squinted my eyes as they walked up the sidewalk and could see why Randy thought we were alike. Introductions were made and I wished masks could be off. I was getting very curious by now. It seemed more and more like Randy wanted to hook us up and ... he didn't even know if Jay was gay!
At the party, several girls asked Jay to dance. He looked very sexy as Zorro. I felt pretty safe, in that my mask pretty much scared them away. I was surly not going to ask any girl to dance!
By the time Randy and Jay arrived, there were a lot of drunken collegiates at that particular frat house. One inebriated guy came up and just started to dance with Jay. He was pretty drunk, and was falling all over Jay, and everyone was giggling. But Jay didn't try to escape. He held him tight, so he would not fall, and then I saw it ... Both Jay's hands were on his butt!
About the same time I saw that, I guess my soft drink gauge hit full: I suddenly had to pee, so I went to the bathroom.
As I was peeing, I heard them announce the time had come to unmask. I hurriedly washed my hands and ran back to see Jay and the others take off their masks. I of course also did that. The neck of mine was pretty tight on my head and I had trouble getting it over my ears. Then I heard Arlo say, "Oh mah God!
I extricated myself from my mask and first looked at Arlo to see what had made him exclaim. He was looking at me ... almost as if for the first time, then he looked away. I followed his gaze and my eyes fell on ... what he was exclaiming about. We said it in unison. "Oh ... my ... God!"
Jay and I slowly approached one another and walked in a circle -- twice.
We heard Randy saying "What? What?" several times. I pulled Jay toward the entry where I knew there was a mirror -- as if my eyes were lying to me. As we approached the mirror., someone turned the lights on brighter.
I looked in the mirror and both of us -- and then back at him several times. "You're -- you're, Jay?" I said almost in a whisper.
Tears sprang from his eyes. "Is this some kind of joke? Was I drugged or something?" Said Jay, looking accusingly all around the room. Arlo brought Randy to the entry. "What's happening Rand?' Why is this -- I mean -- I don't get it."
Randy still looked perplexed and by now, scared. "Randy -- your brother and Mike -- they're -- twins!"
"Nuh uh! That's impossible!" Said Randy. But then he could not see the empirical evidence looking at him.
I walked toward Jay. He backed up toward his brother, like he was afraid of me. He clutched his brother.
"What's wrong Jay?" Said Randy.
"Rand -- I heard once that everyone has a twin somewhere, but I thought it was just an expression!"
"Randy -- we don't just look a little alike -- we're identical!" I said. "Hey! I was adopted! Are you kidding?! I mean twins?" I said, my mouth standing open -- as were all my friends
"I wasn't adopted ... was I?" Said Jay.
"I was only two when you were born -- or at least I thought you were born!"
"Of course he was born!" Said Arlo. "He sure as hell wasn't hatched!"
"Jay!!" Exclaimed Randy, as his brother clutched his arm. He went down. Arlo grabbed him and lowered him slowly to the floor.
Arlo and I both dropped to the floor as well. The circle of inebriates widened. "This must be some weird coincidence!" Said Jay, after shaking his head a little. Where are you from, - um -- WHO ARE YOU!?"
"I'm your brother's roommate. My name is Michael Headly."
"You -- YOU're Micheal?! But -- but -- Randy said you're from California!"
"I am ... but I was born in ... Chicago. I was told I was adopted just a few months back -- when I graduated high school."
"You've already graduated! Then we can't be real twins!"
"I'll be nineteen in December."
"Nuh-uh!" He said, then he closed his eyes and covered his face. "Randy -- was I adopted?" He cried to his brother.
"I -- I -- don't know. I was only 2 when -- but -- DAMN! I wish I could see you!"
"Trust me, Randy," said Arlo, "Ah kin see! And these two are identical twins!"
"He's right, Randy." I said.
"But -- but -- why - " started Randy.
"Yeah! WHY ... FUCKING WHY?!!" Said Jay.
"Jay! Don't talk like that!"
"Why the fuck not? I find out -- by mistake that I'm adopted and I'm just supposed to act normal?"
"Can we just go home, Guys?" Asked Randy.
"Ah think that'd be best!" Said Arlo, who helped Randy up and gave him his arm.
"No!" said Jay. He scrambled to his feet and came to his brother. "That's MY job!"
"Sorry." Said Arlo, clearly hurt but seemed to be very sensitive to what was going on.
When we got into the house, Randy made his way to the couch, and Jay sat on his right. Randy patted the empty spot to his left. "Mikey?"
I sat on his left. "Can I just stay here, Randy?'
"What? Where else would you stay? I had planned for you to stay in my - "
"No! I mean -- I'm NOT going home! All these years they have lied to us, Rand!"
"Well, now -- that's just silly, Jay-jay. I'm sure there's a simple - "
"Don't TELL me that! Fuck! This sucks! I can't stay here! Where am I gonna go?"
"You're gonna go home. You're gonna get an explanation. Jay -- Mom and Dad love you -- no matter what their reason was for -- for -- not telling you -- us -- this. Besides -- if you don't go home, who'd gonna support you on your mission?" Asked Randy. When his brother did not answer, he pressed it further: "Do you have enough saved for your mission, Jay?"
"You -- you -- know I don't. I don't think I'm going on a mission."
"Aw -- there you go again, talking silly again! You have to serve a mission! I couldn't because of my blindness -- well not a regular mission. You can't let this stop you from your mission!"
Randy pulled us both under his arms, so that we were face to face -- and -- seemingly ... looking at ourselves.
Jay closed his eyes tightly. "Randy -- that's one of the things I was gonna tell you this weekend. "I have decided I'm not going."
"Jay! But why -- why, Jay-Jay?"
"Because -- because -- It's too much temptation." He said -- closing his eyes even tighter -- squeezing out tears.
"Too much -- huh?"
"Rand -- don't tell me you haven't guessed. I know you better than that." Said Jay. Then he looked directly into my eyes -- as if to dare me to say a word. "Rand -- I'm gay!"
Randy started to pat -- both of us -- on our backs. Jay started to sob. I felt it deeply and couldn't help joining him. It was as if I were feeling all of Jay's feelings! It brought back my own feelings of abandonment when I first found out I was gay.
But it was more than that. I started to think back about other times when I would feel -- for no reason -- deeply sad or -- extremely happy -- and not know why!
"Jay?" I whispered. He shouldn't have even heard me -- but he opened his eyes and looked at me. I told him what I was just thinking and asked if he had felt similar feelings at times -- not knowing why he felt that way.
"Yes. All the time. And -- um - " He stopped and looked up at his brother. "Randy?"
"Yeah?"
"I -- need -- to -- um -- stay with (is it Mike?) tonight."
"Oh. Well - Okay." Said Randy -- maybe sounding just a little hurt.
"Rand -- I need it! Please don't feel bad. Mike -- do you mind? I mean -- can I stay in your room tonight? We need to talk -- maybe all night -- huh? I mean - I'll sleep on the floor if I have to, if you're worried about sleeping with a gay guy."
I smiled and pursed my lips.
"I'm used to it, Jay. I've slept with one all my life!"
Notes: I know, I know ... you saw that one coming! I didn't exactly hide it too well! So ... another brother dilemma! What will we ever do? Comments as always are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve