Jamey Is Gay

By Steve Thomas

Published on Jul 14, 2005

Gay

This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!

Cast of Characters:

James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)

Harold Brian Arthur - My Brother (Habby)

Harold Garfield Arthur -- My dad

William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)

Chapter 2

Finally I fell asleep. I was able to remove my hand from his crotch, but whether in his sleep -- or his pretended sleep -- he held on to my hand until I was asleep myself. I woke up at the same time that Will did, as the alarm went off. We were no longer spooning, but were lying facing each other. He smiled.

"Morning!" He said, smiling.

"Morning." I replied.

"Jame, I can't tell you just how much it meant to me that you slept all night with me. After we went to sleep, I half expected you to go to your own bed. I hope it wasn't too much torture for you!"

I didn't answer immediately. I covered with a yawn. "Oh, I don't know. I really don't. I -- I have -- mixed feelings, I guess. I have so little experience with love, guys -- or girls for that matter. I'll take your word for it."

"My word for it about what?"

I was hoping he wouldn't ask. "That this isn't love -- or `in love' -- or whatever."

"Jamey, before I went to sleep, I did some thinking of my own. I want to apologize to you."

"For what?" I said, almost afraid of the answer.

"I really was being selfish last night. I had no right to play with your feelings like that."

"I dunno -- I mean - "

"Let me finish," he continued. "When your hand slipped on to my dick, and it got hard. I should have let you just remove it. But I was so -- I don't know -- I guess lonely -- for Ronny -- and all. But that gave me no right to screw with your head just to ease my own pain. Sometimes I really am an ass hole! I guess the only excuse is - - I was awfully tired and my defenses were down."

"Mine were too, Will. Thanks for being honest with me. In truth you have been honest with me all the while. In my head I have been building my own story. I take responsibility for that."

"And -- also -- I like you a lot! Well, anyway, Ron is coming this afternoon. Maybe you'll hit it off with him."

"You mean - "

"Nothing. I meant nothing. Only that maybe you guys can be friends too."

"Oh."

I was a little encouraged. To be able to actually talk with a guy who was an admitted homosexual was energizing, a little scary (like I'd make a major fool of myself) and exciting and comforting all at once. "Er -- What does Ron look like?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh. Gosh, I -- don't really think of him as -- well, let's see.

He has freckles and light reddish hair. He's not exactly skinny, but is average built, but he does work out some. His chest is smooth, and he has a cleft chin and long, curly eyebrows. His hair is long and kinda curly. His eyes are blue.

"Dude! You just described yourself!"

"I did? I guess I did. Yeah, he does look a lot like he could be my brother. Well, except that he takes better care of himself. He's a stud!"

I got back to the dorm after my classes before Will did. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself clean. I was just applying shampoo to my hair, when I heard, "Hey, You gonna stay in the shower all day?"

"Oh! Will! Sorry, did you need to use it?"

"Uh, haha! It's not Will. It's Ronny."

"Oh! Will should be here any time. I'll be out in a minute."

"No hurry. And Will won't be here too soon. He told me to let myself in. He said we'd get along - - just fine."

There was something strangely familiar about that voice. "Well, I just have to rinse my hair and put some conditioner on it. It'll only take a moment. DAMN! Got some soap in my eyes!"

"Anything I can do?"

"Not unless you have some saline solution in your pocket. Most of it's out now but -- it'll be okay."

"Here." He said, as I heard the shower door open. "Just look up." I did and he let a few drops of Visine into each eye. Instant relief!

"Thanks!" I -- guess you have me at kind of a disadvantage here!" I said as I started to open my eyes. "Will!!? What's -- oh! You're NOT will! Dang, he told me you looked alike, but he didn't say you were practically twins!"

"Yeah. And we're not even related! `Course he's better looking than I am -- always has been."

"That's debatable!" I said.

"Dude! Will didn't tell me that YOU are so cute!"

"Okay, and he didn't tell me that you're full of bullshit either!" I said laughing.

"I didn't say you were Adonis -- or Brad Pitt! I said you're cute!"

"Okay -- I can accept that. Like -- some dogs are cute!" He frowned. "So -- did Will tell you how long he would be?"

"Not exactly. He also didn't tell me that you would be so pissy at taking a compliment!" And he stuck his lower lip out. I immediately thought about Wills story of their first night together: After Ronny's dad left the boys alone again that first night in the tent, after Will had touched Ronny's dick, , Ronny said , "Not fair!" Will told me, "I can remember the look on his face. His eyes were scowling, and his lower lip protruded well beyond his nose!"

That was exactly what Ronny looked like standing in front of me. I then did something totally out of character -- for me -- I said, "So does this mean you want to suck my dick?"

"Wha- - aat?" Said Ronny. He looked like a deer in the headlights. I was immediately and completely mortified at what I just said.

"Dude, that look -- on your face -- it reminded me -- oh! Never mind! I feel like a total fool!" Then it hit me: I am still standing here stark naked and dripping wet. I grabbed the towel. I started to towel my hair when he pulled me out of the shower.

"So - - just close your eyes. He said gently. I was so embarrassed that if he had told me to climb out the window, I probably would have done it. I closed my eyes. He tried to pull my towel from my hand. "Will has told me all about you, so I know he has also told you a lot about me. I won't ask you to trust me -- as I know Will did -- but I will ask you to -- risk a little and see where it gets you."

I thought only a moment. I thought about how much more experienced Ronny is than I am. And that, after all, he is two years older than I am. I relinquished the towel. He gently tuned me around and continued to dry my hair. While doing so he started to talk. "Did Will tell you I recently came out of a very close -- and loving relationship?" Not giving me a chance to answer, he continued. "Martin was all I thought I ever wanted." He took a slow painful breath. "Well, obviously he didn't feel the same."

By this time he was finished drying my hair, and was in front of me, drying my face and ears. It was clear to me that he knew exactly what he was doing. I smiled and opened my eyes. "I'm sorry to hear - " I started.

"Please don't open your eyes yet. It's easier for me to talk this way. Don't take it too personally, but I really need to tell someone this. If it wasn't you, it would have had to be Will. I'm so glad it's you! I think -- well, hope -- that you will have a better understanding than he would. He had his heart broken recently too -- did he tell you? Probably not. He doesn't like to be reminded. Anyway - " He toweled off my arms and raised them up to get my underarms and also dried my chest and back at the same time, with my arms raised.

"Anyway, Martin found someone - " -- another breathy sigh, "someone else. I mean what can I say?"

Then he let loose. "Oh my God, I didn't know it could hurt this bad!" He blubbered. "I've kept it inside me for nearly six weeks -- since the start of the school term. I couldn't tell Will, with him losing Alicia like that."

"Did you tell Will at all?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I really didn't tell him how bad I felt. Truly until this moment, I didn't even know myself. It just seemed safe to tell you. I'm sorry to lay this on you!" He was barely able to talk.

"You know what? It's totally okay." I was suddenly aware that I was still stark naked. He at least had shorts and a ribbed tee on. "Just let me get some clothes on. I started to walk out of the bathroom."

"Please don't!" He cried. "Please just hold me. That's all I need -- want!"

I guess it was obvious that I felt awkward standing naked, so he pulled up his tee and shucked it over his head. Then as he clung to me, he worked his shorts down and they fell to his ankles. He then closed in and started to wail like a baby. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" he repeated.

After what happened with Will the night before, I tried to keep my cool. I didn't want to make this about sex, but it wasn't very possible. Here was a hunky guy hugging me in the bathroom - in the nude. "Can we lie down?" He said. That made me suspicious, but I wasn't in any rush to have this stop. I led him to my bed and we lay on top of the bedspread.

To his credit he was not woodied up, nor did he seem to notice that I was! He also was not doing anything really sexual with me -- other than he seemed to get a lot of comfort from holding my naked body. I wanted to stroke several parts of him, but I held that in check -- for now.

Then I remembered what Will did for me last night. I told him to lie on his stomach. Then I lay down on top of him and just held him for a time, my face next to his, until his choking sobs died down. Then I started to massage his shoulders. He shuddered a sigh and a moan, and I worked my way down from his neck to his back. His head was facing the wall, and the lower parts of me were still on top of him.

As I massaged his shoulders again I didn't even notice my groin making a deep thrusting movement, as my dick rubbed up and down his smooth crack. When I noticed that, I stopped and again covered his body with mine, and put my hands around his ribs and stroked his chest. He was getting very relaxed. His eyes were closed, and as I worked deeply into his magnificent chest muscles and pulled out toward his ribs, and then again started to knead his back, I gathered that he was asleep.

I stopped and just lay back down for awhile on him, and when his breathing got very even, it was getting pretty dark outside. I rolled off him and covered him up with the bedspread. I went to my drawers and after applying some deodorant to my pits, I put on a clean white tee and briefs. I didn't want to disturb him, so I put on some shorts and slipped out the door to the main entry, so I could catch Will on his way in.

I guess I was more tired than I realized, because as soon as I sat down on the couch, I was asleep myself, after about two minutes of wondering what was happening to me.

"Jamey? Hey, Jame! What's up?" I opened my eyes against the bright lights in the hall. Will was leaning over me. I sat up and he sat next to me. I told him what had happened. "I knew he was hurting. I'm so glad you were here! I'm sure it helped to have someone who understands -- more than I could.

"Understands? Who me? I have never been in love. I've never lost anyone." I looked down. "I've never had anyone to lose. How would I understand? You on the other hand -- Ron told me -- you've been hurt pretty bad -- and -- recently.

He stared at the wall opposite where we were sitting. "Yeah. I guess. Well, lets get up there and see what we can do for my bud!"

"Just like that, huh? He's sleeping pretty peacefully. Why don't you tell me what happened to you?"

Will looked right and then left. "Can we do it up there?"

"We could. But it might be better if we took a walk. He's sleeping so peacefully now."

"Let's go up and check on him anyway. He sleeps like a log. He won't wake up if he's not ready."

When we got in the room, Will flipped on the light. I was about to yell no, then realized that would surely wake Ronny. Well, Will was right. Ronny just kept sleeping. I was touched at the love I saw in Will's eyes, as he looked down at Ronny's sleeping form. "Still want that walk?"

"Sure!" I said.

Outside the dorm, he told me about his ex. "She's so beautiful! That's part of the problem. She thought she was too good for so many -- especially my friends. But -- omigod! I love her! I like to think she loved me too, but not as much as she loves herself. Her parents are rich -- country club type. I don't think they approved of me either, though they were always polite to my face.

"We dated our last year in high school. We were so thrilled when we learned that each other were staying in town after graduation. We went together for almost three years. I just couldn't keep up with her usual life style. Her parents were always introducing her to children of their friends -- always guys! Alicia always made out like they were `just friends' Yeah, right! And I was naive enough to believe it.

"Well, about three weeks before this semester started, she broke up. I should have seen it coming, but it still blind sighted me and hit me broadside. I guess that's one reason I needed you so much. I was devastated without her and also I missed Ronny desperately."

"Wow. You surely seem to be holding up well."

"Huh?" Will uttered.

"Well, the story you just told would have had most others in an emotional wreck. You tell it as though you were telling me about your latest school shopping trip. No emotion!"

"I control it. You've seen my emotions. You don't need a demonstration."

"Sure I have, but -- somehow -- well, Will, I don't know quite how to say it but I guess I thought we were good enough friends for you to not hold that kind of emotion in.

He looked at me for a long moment. Then in kind of a hoarse voice, he said, "It really hurts, Jame." His eyes were shaking. "It hurts to talk about it. It hurts to -- let it out!"

"It's okay, Will, it's me -- I love you -- it's okay! Let it go! I've never experienced this, but -- I've read enough to believe it will feel better if you let it go."

Shaking his head, "I -- I -- it's just not fair! Why did she let me love her like this? Why! I really don't think she ever had any serious feelings for me. She played with me! Fucking woman!" He said, and then finally broke down. "That's the way women are! Shallow and selfish!" He blubbered.

"Oh, I dunno. I think you may have just gotten hooked up with one like that. They can't all be - "

"You're right. You're so absolutely right. It's me! I'm just an idiot! A stupid assed idiot!" He was still standing about three feet from me. I walked to him and drew him into a close hug, and rubbed his back. It seemed I couldn't say anything to soothe him. Maybe that's not what he needed. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Jame! Talk about selfish! I, in my selfish stupidity let you go and fall in love with me, too! I'm just such a total loser!"

I never told him I was actually in love with him. I guess it must have showed. "That's my own responsibility, Will. You have been the perfect friend. And -- like you said -- how would I know what love really is? I've never really experienced it before."

"I just want it to stop hurting, Jamey! Sometimes I still feel like a silly little teenager! It's no wonder she -- she -- she -- got tired of me! I stressed out over everything that happened. It was I who drove her away, actually -- with my obsessing about every little thing. Oh, she -- she -- she knew I'd do anything for her -- anything I could -- and took advantage of it. But I was possessive, obsessive and a pretty decent pain in her ass too. I just wanna grow up and have all this shit behind me! And here I am blubbering like a 10 year old! When am I gonna grow up?"

"It's okay, Will. Did someone tell you that you shouldn't cry?"

"You're 2 years younger than I am and yet, you are so much more damned mature. I'm acting like a preteen and you are acting like an adult!"

"You'll get your turn to be the adult!" I said. "When I get hurt the first time, and I come to you -- are you gonna tell me to grow up? Or will you hold me and tell me I'm gonna be okay?"

"You're a cool kid!"

"Hey! I'm 18!" I protested.

"A mere teen! Okay, I feel a little better now. What about Ronny? How is he?"

"He'll be okay too. And you're right about how hot he is."

"I never said that!"

"Maybe not, but I saw the hungry look when you described him! Haha! And I also saw the tender look you gave him while he slept up there on my bed."

"I told you I love him -- like a brother!"

"Yup!" I teased. A brother you want to fuck!"

"Nuh-uh! You're so full of shit!" he said laughing. "I'm, NOT that way!"

"Right!" I said.

"Right!" Ronny said. We both were startled. It could have been anyone, but -- Ronny had awoken and came down and found us. "Will is just my occasional Suck-buddy. He's a lady's man!

"Haha!" I laughed, "That would be like saying -- I am 100% gay! Oh sure, I love to fuck girls too -- but I'm not bi -- I'm gay!"

"Um -- that's not so far fetched either, you know." Said Ronny.

"Hunh?" I uttered.

"Haven't you ever noticed -- that a teen boy can get aroused looking at a knot hole in a fence! We're in love with sex! Most gay guys could easily get it on with a girl if there was nothing else around. Hey! It's better than five fingers!"

"You talk like an experienced man." I said.

"I am."

"Well, just thinking of female anatomy disgusts me!" I said. I'm just not interested!"

"I said, `MOST' gay guys -- not all. Heck, you know what? If I think about it - - you're right. I get sick if I think about a vagina. But I wasn't thinking about it when I was getting myself off in it."

"Hmm. I'll have to give that some thought. But -- I am sure not going to do any serious research!" I said. "I just couldn't. Jamey is GAY!"

"Okay. And may I say, he excites MY testosterone!" Said Ronny.

"He - - who?" I said, denying what I obviously thought I heard.

"You, silly fuck! You are one of the cutest guys - "

"Oh give me a break!" I said, looking at Will. I saw resentment in Wills face. "Take another look. I'm as geeky as they come. 6 foot and 145 pounds. Geeky features. Red hair. Freckles."

"Yeah, about as geeky as Ritchie Cunningham!" Said Ronny.

"Who?" I said.

"Didn't you ever watch `Happy Days'? While everyone else was crooning over Fonzie, I was secretly jacking off to visions of Ritchie Cunningham! You remind me of him so much!"

"Oh, GIMME a break!" said Will. We both turned on him, open mouthed. "Well -- look! Who did you come to see, anyway? Me or Jamey? Me. ME! And you seem to be all coming on to Jamey!"

"Was -- er -- is that a problem, Will?" Said Ronny. "I mean -- YOU were the one who told me that we would really hit it off."

Will turned his back on us. "Yeah, but I didn't expect - " and he stopped.

"Will," I started, "I told you I would leave you guys to yourselves. You probably have a lot of stuff to -- talk about. Maybe I should take a walk - - or something."

"Maybe you should!" Will spit out. Then he softened. "I mean -- okay -- good idea. I'd like some time -- alone -- with my best friend."

I walked out of the room and of the dorm building. I walked around for maybe an hour, and then found myself at a bus stop.

"Jamey! How did you - - you're home! Why -- ere -- how - " Mom was duly surprised when she saw me walk in the door.

"I just decided I wanted to see you guys! I took the bus."

"Oh no! Those horrid bus stations! I don't want any child of mine - "

"I'm not a child anymore, Mom." I said. "I think I did pretty well, for my first time. I grabbed a city bus to the Greyhound Station, and -- here I am!"

"And just in time for breakfast!" Dad piped in. "What? Did you ride all night?"

"Well, he did stop at every small town between here and Santa Barbara! Who knew there would be that many people traveling in the middle of the night!"

"Friday night, Son. Everyone going home -- like you. You must have been pretty lonesome for us." Dad said hitting way too close to the truth.

"Jaymeeeeeeeeey!" My little brother said. He ran to me and picked me up and twirled me around. Did I say little? He hadn't grown an inch in height. He was taller than I to start. But he must have gained 25 pounds -- all muscle!

"You've been working out!" I said.

"Yup!" he grinned. It was then I noticed. His voice was low now! "Come look!" He dragged me out to the garage. There was a full set of weight training gear. "It's great to be the only one home! Haha! I hope you're having a good time up there! Did you and your roomy have any more fun?"

For the first time in my life, I was embarrassed in front of my brother. I just out and out lied. "He's straight, Habby. You misunderstood what you saw."

"So - - ? You find anyone else?"

"I'm not there for -- Habby, I am going to UCSB on a scholarship! I have to study. I don't have time for" --

"Dating? EVERYONE makes time for dating!"

"Hey!" I said wanting desperately to change the subject. "You got your hair cut off!"

"Yeah! And guess what? All of a sudden the girls noticed me! Two weeks ago I cut my hair, and with my working out -- I guess they thought there was a new kid in school."

"Are you -- dating?"

"Not exactly. Mom and Dad won't let me, but -- group dates are okay. Melanie Harper had a party last week. She invited me!"

"Melanie Harper? She's a junior!"

"I know! Haha! She just gave me this invitation and I showed it to Mom and Dad. It wasn't as if I was going as her date! So they let me go!"

"You DOG! So -- you weren't with Melanie?"

"Nope! I don't know if anyone there were actually together. It was special kind of party. It was a rave!"

"A RAVE!!??" I exploded. "What the fuck? Are you in to drugs? Habby, if you are, I'm gonna kick your- " I looked at his large frame and the start of bulging muscles. I was no longer a match for my "little" brother!

"No! Of course not! This was a different kind of rave. It was a suck rave. Girls lined up to suck my dick!"

"NUH UH!" I said.

"Well, okay, not only girls!"

"WHAT?!! Did you - - ?"

"Me suck a guy? NO WAY! "I'll leave that to the fags! Oh! Sorry, Jamey. I didn't mean anything."

"It's okay. So. Which did you like better? The guys or the girls?"

"I closed my eyes. I couldn't tell the difference." He looked at my face and then laughed. Haha! No, I could tell the difference! The girls were, like, practicing. The guy knew exactly what to do!"

"Only one guy, then? He would know, wouldn't he?"

"Hmm. Never thought about it that way. He was a lot older than me though. He probably had lots of practice."

"Whatta you mean, a LOT older?" I said warily.

"Probably 18 or 21. I think it was Melanie's brother -- or cousin -- or something."

"Idiot!"

"Me?" He said, hurt.

"No, not you." I said, disgusted. "You probably felt pretty special. No. Any guy that old should know better than to fool with a 14 year old kid."

"Who said he knew I was 14?"

"Habby -- I know you're my lit -- erm -- younger brother, and typically, younger brothers don't listen to older brothers, but -- this guy -- he may have been a decent guy - "

"Oh! He was! He was really great! Very nice! He - "

"What I was gonna say was -- you could really get a guy like that in some deep trouble -- if anyone ever caught you. It wouldn't hurt you except if you cared about your reputation, but he could land in jail for a long time! I wish I could talk to him!"

"You can! As I said, I don't know if it's a brother or cousin, but -- I don't think he is her brother. But he's staying with them anyway. You wanna meet him?"

"Oh, I don't know if - "

"TRUST me on this one, big bro! You definitely WANT to meet him!"

I was trying for a "don't really care" look. Guess I was failing! "Do you think he'd want to - "

"I know he's still there. He picked Melanie up at school today."

"You sure he's not her boyfriend?" I asked. He gave me a "you've got to be crazy!" look. "Okay. But not a word to Mom and Dad! After breakfast. If Dad had any idea that a 21 year old was -- well, you get the idea."

We went in and ate breakfast. "Isn't it fine that our son's like each other so much, dear!" Mom said. "Most guys would have nothing to do with their 4 years younger brother!"

After breakfast, Habby told Mom and Dad we were going to see some of his friends. Dad looked at me strangely, as if he knew something he couldn't possibly know. He pulled me aside. "James -- remember -- you're 18. Don't do anything -- irresponsible."

I didn't know quite what to say, so I said, "Thanks Dad. I -- er -- won't."

"Melanie, this is my older brother, Jamey."

"Oh. Hi." She said, obviously not much impressed. Well, compared to my brother - - anyway, then Habby said,

"Actually he wants to meet George."

"Oh!" she said, then she looked closer at me. "OOOOOOHHHhhh! Lemme see if he's up."

She disappeared to another part of the house. "Didn't take HER long to figure it out!" I said. Habby giggled. I looked around. The house was in mild disarray -- like maybe the mom was not there -- and hadn't been for awhile.

In a few moments, Melanie came back, followed by a guy in white boxer shorts and a white tee. He wobbled down the hallway, one hand under his shirt scratching his chest hair, and showing a six pack with a light fuzzy treasure trail heading south, the other hand was trying to cover an obvious problem down below. But he didn't seem too worried about it. Then he stopped and stared. I stared back.

"Aren't you - you're in one of my - "

"Freshman orientation." I said, more calmly than I felt.

"You know George already?" Melanie said.

"Not exactly." Said George, yawning. "We had a class together."

"I'm James -- Jamey."

"But - - Mel said you are Habby's older brother."

"Yeah?" I replied.

"But if you -- how old are you?" He asked.

"18. Habby's 4 years younger."

"WHAT!!??" Both Melanie and George said together. Melanie said, "You never told me you're 14!"

"You never asked!" Habby said, flashing me a "THANKS!" look.

"I did!" said George. And you said 18! Then he looked at me -- scrawny little me -- and got a very horrified look on his face. "Dude!" he said to me.

"Shall we go back to your room and talk?" I suggested.

"O -- okay." He said, both shaken and chagrinned.

"You can go too, you little liar!" Melanie sneered at my brother.

"No he can't! And besides, what's YOUR problem? How old are you?" I asked.

"17!"

"Then you're safe!" I said.

"But this BOY is only 14!"

"That didn't matter 10 minutes ago! Why should it now?" I turned on my heel and followed George in to his bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, George almost collapsed on the bed -- sitting. "Dude," he said to the floor. "What can I say. Do you parents know -- or care about - "

"Oh they would care -- if they knew."

"Dude!" He said.

"George," I said calmly and softly, "I know the whole story. The W-H-O-L-E story. So -- let me do the talking. He looked crushed -- or like any minute he would be! "No one has to know about this. My brother has always looked older than he is -- older than I since his growth spurt. The reason I wanted to come over here was to talk to you. Of course I didn't know who you were, but now that I do -- a little anyway -- it seems even more important that we talk."

He nodded, soberly. I continued. "It seems you lucked out. I really don't think my dad would do anything drastic here, but let's not push that envelope. All I came over was to tell you to be careful -- be careful whom you believe, I guess."

"Wha -- wha -- you mean -- your not gonna tell?"

"I think it was innocent enough -- especially after meeting you. You look older than 18, but apparently, you're not. It was interesting that we knew -- sort of -- each other. See yah later." I started to back out of his bedroom.

"Well, let me at least walk you to the front door." We walked out to the living room and Melanie and Habby were all over each other -- making out -- on the couch. Guess he convinced her that age is not an issue! Both of us stopped cold, not making a sound, and backed up. He motioned to follow him. He went to other way down the hall, past his bedroom. At the end of the hall were two doors. One went in to a bathroom, and the other was a French door to outside. He looked out and smiled.

"Wanna go in the hot tub?"

"I -- erm -- didn't bring a swim suit."

"So?" He said, and laughed quietly.

We stripped down in the bathroom and grabbed a couple towels and went to the hot tub. I couldn't help but ogle his washboard abs! "You make me feel like a slug!" I said.

"Why? You look fine!"

"But this gut! How do you keep so -- hard?"

He looked down and giggled. "I'm not hard!" We both laughed. "Are you -- gay -- or -- am I reading this scenario wrong?" he said, nonchalantly, as he got into the tub.

"I could ask you the same question." I said.

"Ah, but you didn't, did you?"

"Heh! No, I didn't." I said.

"Well, relax!" he said. "I AM."

And - - I did relax. I hopped over the edge of the spa into the hot water. "Ooo, this isn't too hot."

"Yeah, Aunt Becky likes it this way. Says it's better for you, because you can stay in longer. It's very relaxing. About 100 degrees."

We talked and got to know each a little better in the spa. Something about the heat and the relaxation that loosens the tongue. Too soon we heard a creak and looked toward the house. I did a triple double-take! My brother and Melanie were walking out of the door stark naked, looking at each other -- and each other's! Hell, I was mesmerized! I had not seen my brother's equipment since he matured.

Everything about him was bigger than I, and it was obvious that Melanie was impressed. Her eyes kept flitting all over his body. His eyes, then his crotch. His ears, then his crotch. His pecs, then his crotch. His hair, then his crotch! He was doing pretty much the same. They both looked up just in time to see that the tub already had two occupants. There was plenty of room for more, but they both looked disappointed. As if scripted, George said, "We were just getting out -- before we turn to prunes."

We grabbed our towels and I followed him back into the house. "Looks like we still have some time on our hands." George said.

"Obviously it's too late for show and tell." I joked.

"Only too late for show!" He shot back at me. "You never told me if you're gay."

"I thought that was obvious by now."

"Okay." He said. "Have you had any experience?"

"Very little. -- actually nothing really sexual."

"What was it that you did that non-sexual but - - " he let it hang out there.

"I spooned with this guy -- naked -- all night."

"That musta hurt!"

"Why?" I said.

"I woulda had a case of blue-balls that couldn't stop!

"There was nothing like that." I said.

"Hmmm. So you spooned all night naked -- with this straight guy -Okay, let me ask you this. Did you kiss this guy?"

"No."

"Did you want to?"

"More than I can say! Oh! Actually I did kiss him. I kissed his neck."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Funny thing about necks. They don't have tongues. Why didn't he kiss you on the mouth?"

"He said it was too intimate."

"That's `cuz he's not gay -- or doesn't want others to know it -- and that was a good excuse as any not to kiss you."

"If he was gay, he would have told me." I said.

"If he knows, himself." All this time, our towels were around our waists. And his face kept coming closer and closer with each question. Our noses were almost touching. He tilted his head, then closed the rest of the gap. I actually moaned. I had wanted that so much!

"See? That wasn't so bad! Was that too intimate?"

"Stop talking, George!" I said, and I kissed him again. This time he opened his mouth. I stuck my tongue in.

"Take it easy boy!" He said.

"Sorry -- too soon?" I asked.

"Naw! Just try to relax your tongue. Make it soft." I did as I was told. His tongue softly caressed my own and it was getting softer. Meanwhile other parts were getting harder and harder. We were in the living room. "Maybe we should g back to the bedroom?" He asked.

"I think so." I said. "Where are your parents?"

"Mel's parents, actually. I'm her cousin. They are out of town. My mom is staying with Mel. I just came for the weekend. I really like Mel!" He got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He took off his towel and lay on the bed. Not knowing what to do, I did the same. But rather than not touch him, as I did with Will, I scooted up next to him and we started to kiss again. My hard dick was aching for something, but I didn't know exactly what. He grabbed it roughly. I jumped and screamed a little. He took my hand and put it on his. I felt his soft head, and his hard shaft. I was almost hypnotized.

His hand started to jack me off. I let him. Then I realized I should probably do him too, so I did. His dick felt so foreign in my hand. It was a lot larger than mine. We kissed and fondled each other for about ten minutes.

Knock knock! "Jamey, we better get back, Mom and dad will worry." I sprang up and threw my clothes on. George didn't. He walked to the door naked and put his arms around me.

"We're not done here -- right?" he said.

"I -- I -- don't think -- m - I dunno! I think we should be - - friends -- at least."

"Oh." He said. "Well, see you around, huh?"

"Okay. See you George." I said and I walked out the door. I stopped and turned around and opened the door. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Forget something?"

"Yeah." I said. "You should have my cell number." I gave it to him and then I left.

"Thanks!" he said as I closed the door.

Notes: Jamey's learning -- concept by concept, exciting new thing after another. What will Jamie find when he gets back home? -- or Back to the dorm?

Next: Chapter 4


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