Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 20:18:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: jaks020101@aol.com
Subject: Brothers At Play, part one

This is a story about me and my brothers: Alex (now 23), Kevin and Steve
(identical twins, 21), and me, Josh (19).  My story starts when I turned 13
and Alex was 17 and a senior in high school.

I know everyone wants to read about the sex and I'll get to that soon, but
first a little about my family.  My parents are very strict Christian
conservatives.  They do not like gay people, although they say they love
them and hate the sin.  But it has always been clear that if any of us were
gay we'd never be allowed back in the house.  They also believed in NOT
sparing the rod.  I think my brother Alex got the most beating.  Kevin got
a lot of beating also.  Steve and I call him the evil twin.  Steve and I
got our share but nowhere near what they got.

Beatings were typically the same.  Bare-assed, bent over a chair, in the
living room with the three other brothers, not my mom, there to witness the
beating.  My dad had an inch-wide strap that he swung hard.  The first
thing I remember is of my dad beating Alex and Alex lying on his bed
crying.  I think I was about four then.

Alex and I shared a bedroom and bathroom.  The twins had their own bedroom
and bathroom.

The four of us had always been close.  The twins were closer to each other
than to Alex and me, and Alex was closer to them than I was, but we were
still good friends and as we got older we got to be better friends.  I
think that since our dad was such an asshole, and we all thought he was, us
boys hung together.  None of us bought all the religious stuff.  I think we
saw it as part of the beatings we got.  My mom always just hung in the
background and didn't say much, especially when my dad was around.  When he
wasn't, she'd tell us to behave so that "Dad won't get angry".

I started jerking off when I was twelve.  I'd lock myself in the bathroom,
sit on the toilet and jerk off.  When I came, it would squirt all over,
making a huge mess, so when I got close, I'd turn around on the toilet
facing the tank, aim my cock at the water and shoot.  I did it at least
twice a day, sometimes more.  We never locked the bathroom door, but when I
jerked off I always locked it, because Alex sometimes walked in when I was
in there.  I walked in when he was in there.  Actually, he hardly ever
closed the door.  I wondered if Alex jerked off, but I thought maybe he
didn't.  I was twelve and stupid.

Several times, when I had cock in hand, he tried the door.  He never said
anything when I came out.  He'd just look at me.

My dad was the football coach at our high school.  You can imagine what
that meant.  We all played football.  The four of us had the same type of
body: a little under six feet, and lean.  Alex was a quarterback, Kevin
followed in his footsteps, Steve was a receiver and I played quarterback.
Alex was the best.

So, the four of us were expected to get straight A's and be athletic.
Anything less than that and out came the strap.

Sharing the same room with Alex, I often saw him naked.  He was never shy.
When Mom and Dad weren't home, somehow or another, he and I would wind up
wrestling.  To make it fair, he'd let me wrap a rope around his right wrist
and then wrap the rope around his waist so that he couldn't use his right
arm.  It still wasn't fair, but we'd have fun.  Sometimes the twins would
get involved and that made it even more fun.  One thing that always
happened is that sooner or later, we'd start grabbing at each other's pubic
hair, cocks and nuts Ðgrabbing, pulling, twisting.  Alex's trick was to sit
on someone's face and fart.  There was always a lot of screaming and
laughing and yelling that he was gross.

On night, just before I was going to sleep (Alex always stayed up later
than me studying), I came out of the bathroom.  Alex said, "If you want to
jerk off in here before you go to sleep, I can hang out in the twins room
for a few minutes."

It didn't sound like he was joking or making fun of me, but I still felt
scared.  I felt my face get all hot and red.  I just crawled into bed and
faced the wall.

"Josh, it's no big deal.  Everyone jerks off."

I took a breath.  "Do you?"

"Of course."

I could tell he was looking at me, but I couldn't look at him.  "When?
Where?"

"Every night and sometimes in the morning." I rolled over and looked at
him.  "After you go to sleep, I whip it out and jerk off.  Sometimes in the
morning, after you shower and leave the bathroom, I jerk off in the
shower."

"I never hear you."

"Like I said, after you go to sleep."

"It would be weird to tell you to go away so I could jerk off.  And the
twins would ask you."

"Yeah, I guess.  Well, you can jerk off in bed and I won't look," he said,
smiling.

"Yeah, right," I said and rolled over.

He laughed.  "Yeah, I'd look.  How about this?  We can jerk off together
and then you can jerk off anytime you want and not feel weird."

I had the biggest crush on Alex.  I thought I might be gay, but the whole
idea scared the shit out of me.  When he'd be naked, I couldn't get my eyes
off his junk.  When we wrestled, he's always get his hands down my pants
and grab my junk.  A couple of times I was able to get my hand on his dick
and balls and pull.  He'd laugh.  When we wrestled with the twins, everyone
would wind up naked.  Several times I got a hard on and a couple of times I
saw Kevin and Steve hard, but never Alex.  No one ever made fun or teased
when someone got hard.  We just kept wrestling and grabbing.

Even though I had just jerked off, I was hard.  "Well, do you want to or
not?"

"I guess," I said.  "You won't tell anyone."

"Okay," he said, stood up, went into the bathroom and came back with a
washcloth.  He pulled his sweat pants down.  "Come on," he said, pointing
to my desk chair that was beside his.

"What if someone comes in?" I asked.

We lived in a two story house.  Our parent's bedroom was downstairs and on
the other side of the house.  The twins were across the hall.  After
everyone went to their rooms, my parents never came upstairs, but if they
did, you could hear them coming up the steps.  My brothers would come into
our room all the time.  At night, it was usually to ask Alex something
about homework or to bullshit.

"Put on your sweats.  If we hear them coming, just cover up."

I got up slowly, watching him pulling on his dick.  I put on my sweats and
sat down next to him, we were knees to knees.  I watched as he got hard.

"Pull down your sweats and get going."

I did.  He sat across from me, his legs spread wide, his balls bouncing as
he stroked his seven-inch cut cock.  It was beautiful.  I stroked, but had
to stop.  Even though I just came, I was ready to shoot again.

"Stand up," he said standing.  He stuck out his stomach to compare dicks.
I did the same.  "Damn, you're almost as big as me.  When I was your age, I
wasn't that big."

"You mean it will get bigger," I said, never taking my eyes off his cock.

"Mine did," he said, sitting.  He was stroking fast and hard.  I stroked,
but stopped again.  "I come a lot," he said.  "Do you?"

"I don't know.  I mean I don't know what a lot is."

He sighed loudly and then aimed his cock toward his chest.  He came like a
fountain.  It shot up and hit his neck and then his face.  His cum hit him
on his mouth and nose.  He licked his lips as it dripped over them.  The
rest soaked his tight smooth chest.  He sighed and smiled, letting go of
his dick.

"That's how I come," I said, "but I always aim it at the water in the
toilet.  Sometimes I shoot it in the sink, but it goes on the wall or the
mirror."

He laughed.  He picked up the washcloth and wiped himself off.  "Go ahead
and come." I began stroking.  He sat forward and watched.  A few seconds
later, I was squirting cum all over my chest.  It even hit my chin.  He
smiled at me and tossed me the damp washcloth.  I wiped myself clean.  "You
just jerked off and you came that much.  That's pretty impressive," he said
smiling.  He stood, pulled up his sweat pants and took the washcloth from
me.  "Okay, so when you jerk off, use this to clean up.  Then rinse it out
and put it in the shower.  Use it in the morning." I nodded.  "This way Mom
isn't going to find cum on tissues or rags."

"Okay." I climbed back into bed.  Alex rinsed out the washcloth and went
back to studying.  I hardly slept all night.  The next night I was even
more nervous than the night before.  He sat at his desk studying.  I sat at
mine.  At 9:30, I closed my books.  I went to the bathroom, but didn't jerk
off.  I came back to the room with the washcloth and saw Kevin sitting at
my desk.  Alex was talking to him about Kevin's geometry homework.  Alex
glanced at me and smiled.

This was not unusual.  Alex helped all of us with homework.  He was also
the smartest.  "You can go sleep in my bed," Kevin said.

"No, I can sleep with you guys talking."

I lay on my bed trying to stay awake, but I feel asleep.

Alex and the twins had football practice and wouldn't get home until almost
five with my dad.  Alex was playing varsity football and Kevin and Steve
were playing junior varsity that year.  They'd have dinner and then there
was homework.  Sometimes Alex didn't go to sleep until midnight.

I woke up when Kevin left the room and closed the door.  I turned over and
looked at Alex who was undressing.  "Is he gone?" I asked.  Alex nodded and
smiled.  I uncovered myself and started jerking off.  Alex sat on his bed
and watched.  A few seconds later, he had his dick out and was jerking off.
Again, it didn't take me long.  I hadn't come all day, so I was really
horny.  I jerked hard and when I was going to shoot, I looked down at my
cock and watched.  Cum shot over my shoulder, then it hit my face twice, I
licked my lips and for the first time tasted my cum.  As I kept coming, I
looked at Alex.  He was watching and jerking hard.  He sighed, and started
coming.

I guess we both got pretty comfortable with each other.  The shower had a
glass door.  Now Alex didn't wait until I left the bathroom to jerk off.
While I'd be standing there, after my shower, bare-assed and brushing my
teeth, watching him in the mirror as he showered, he'd start jerking off.
I'd get hard and start jerking too.  He'd smile at me and move toward the
shower door and then shoot his load all over it.  He'd wipe the door clean
with the washcloth and watch me jerking.  Then I'd turn around and shoot my
load into the sink.

We agreed that if we didn't get to jerk off before I went to bed, he'd wake
me up when he went to bed so we could jerk off.

One Saturday morning, while I was in the shower, he came into the bathroom
to pee.  He turned around and started jerking off as he brushed his teeth.
I watched and started jerking off.  He opened the shower door as he was
about to shoot his load.  He aimed it at the shower wall.  I stood facing
him and without thinking I shoot my load.  It hit him on his arm and chest
and leg.

He looked down at my cum.  I got scared.  "I'm sorry."

He smiled.  "I'm going to come all over you."

He reached in and turned off the shower.  He stepped into the shower and
aimed his cock at me.  I looked at it and then at him.  He smiled, stepped
so close to me that my dick was pressed against his hip.  He stood on his
toes, moaned and let his cum fly.  I was looking downward, watching him
stroke his dick as his cum shot upward, three times hitting my face.  I
didn't move.  I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock, but I was too
afraid.  I looked at him, cum all over my mouth and chin and licked my
lips.

He showed me a gob of cum that was on his finger.  I thought he was going
to put it to my mouth, but instead he licked his finger clean and smiled.
"Tastes kind of salty, doesn't it?" I nodded.  He turned on the shower and
soaped himself up.  Then he handed me the soap.  There wasn't a lot of room
in the shower, but we managed.  "You're still hard," he said, feeling my
cock run against his leg.

"Yeah," I said.

"You know I'm cool with you, right?" I looked at him and nodded.  "You know
I'd never fuck you over, right?"

I suddenly got nervous.  "Yeah, sure, and I never fuck you over, either."

"I know that." We were standing face to face, inches apart.  "I'd never
tell anyone and I'd be fine if you were gay.  Do you think you are?"

"Are you?"

"No.  I'm into girls, but doin' stuff with guys is fun, some stuff."

"You've done stuff with guys?"

"Yeah, some stuff and it's fun, but like I said, I'm really attracted to
girls."

My dad didn't let us date until we were seniors in high school.  Alex had
asked a couple of girls out.  "Have you done stuff with girls?" I asked.

"Just touching and making out."

"Who did you do stuff with?  What guy?"

"I can't tell you that.  I wouldn't tell anyone about you.  So, what do you
think?  You attracted to girls or guys or both maybe?"

I thought I was going to cry.  I shrugged.  "I know I'm attracted to guys,
but maybe girls too."

"Well, that's cool.  But it's cool with me if its just guys, but you can't
tell anyone at school.  Mom and Dad can't ever find out.  Well, not until
you can live on your own." Then I started to cry.  "Josh, it's okay," he
said and put his arms around me.

We're standing in the shower and I'm crying in his arms.

"It's bad isn't it," I said.

"No, not at all.  They're just fucked up about it.  Josh, when I get out of
here, I'm out of here.  We're brothers.  If you're gay, we'll always be
brothers and best friends.  You'll always be my little brother.  Well, not
so little," he said, taking my junk in his hand.  I smiled.

We went on jerking off regularly.  It almost got to be ordinary.  We didn't
talk about me being gay anymore.  I kept wondering who he did stuff with
and what he had done.  I wanted to ask, but I knew he'd tell me he couldn't
say.  One morning before school, he got in the shower first.  I stepped in
with him.  He just stepped aside and made room for me.  I had a hard on,
soon, so did he.  My hand was shaking as I gripped his cock and began
stroking it.  He looked down and then took hold of mine.  We stood, pressed
against each other, stroking each other's cock until we both shot our
loads.  We rinsed off, dried off, dressed and went downstairs for
breakfast, not saying anything about what we just did.

That night, after I had fallen asleep, he woke me up to jerk off.  Alex
took my cock in his hand and began stroking me.  "After I've done you, you
can do me," he said.  He played with my balls with one hand and slowly
stroked my cock.  A couple of times when I was close he stopped and let my
cock slap against my stomach.  He laughed.  Then he said, "Get up and come
on me."

"Where," I asked.

"On my junk.  Then you can use it to jerk me off." I stood.  My knees felt
weak.  He sat on his bed in front of me.  He began stroking my cock.
"Straddle my leg and sit," he said.  He pulled me down so that his left leg
was between mine.  My balls rested on his thigh.  He stroked my dick.  He
moved me closer to him, putting my dick head against his.  Cum exploded
from my cock, shouting all over his cockhead and stomach.  I held onto him,
trying to catch my breath.  My body kept shaking.  I watched as he rubbed
the head of my dick against his.

"It makes great lube," he said.  "Run you hands in it and all over my
cock." I did what he said.  He lay down and I began stroking his dick.  It
felt so big in my hand, big and rock hard.  The smell of my cum filled the
air.  Up and down, I stroked.  I slid my hand over his dick, feeling his
cock head get hard.  Then cum exploded from his cock, flying everywhere.
"Fuck, you do that better than I do," he said, catching his breath.  "That
was fucking awesome.  I love getting a hand job."

I'll do it for you anytime you want."

It was no longer unusual for us to stand in the shower on Saturday mornings
and jerk each other off.  Sometimes he'd wake me up and ask me to jerk him
off.  I never said no.  When we jerked off together we always watched each
other.

My dad wanted Alex to go to a religious college that was about forty miles
for where we lived.  He thought Alex could get an academic scholarship for
sure and would probably be good enough to play college ball.  Alex was
accepted there, but was also accepted and got a scholarship to this great
University about eight hundred miles away.  It's where he really wanted to
go.  My dad and him argued.  Alex decided to go to the University he wanted
to go to, I think just to get far away from my father.  I was happy for
him, because he was happy, but I was sad because he was going to be so far
away.

It wasn't until the summer when I heard Alex joking with Kevin about a girl
he knew giving a guy a blowjob.  One night when he woke me up to jerk off,
I asked Alex if he had ever had a blow job.  He had come in from a date and
I guess he was pretty horny.  He wanted me to jerk him off.  He'd lie on
his bed naked.  I'd straddle his legs, jerk off on his junk and then jerk
him off with my cum.

I waited for his answer.  "Both," he said, "and don't ask who."

"A guy and a girl?" He nodded.  "Can I give you one?" I asked.

He laughed.  "Really?  You sure you want to do this?"

"Very," I said, holding his cock.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth or stop you before I come?"

"I've tasted it.  You can come in my mouth."

"Yeah, you've tasted it, but there's a lot to swallow."

"I can do it," I said.

He didn't say anything else.  He just lay back.  I moved toward him and
stroked his dick.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  My cock was rock
hard and dripping cum.  I opened my mouth and took his dick head into my
mouth.

"Watch your teeth," he said.  I nodded.  "Use your tongue and move up and
down," he said, putting his hand behind my head.  I did what he said.
"Hear let me show you," he said.  He pushed me onto my back, put his head
between my legs and began sucking my dick.  I was surprised.  It felt
incredible.  He moved his tongue over my dick head and moved my cock deep
into his mouth.

"Oh fuck." My legs began to shake.  He kept moving his head up and down and
his fingers over my balls.  "I'm going to come," I whispered.  He kept
sucking.  I began climaxing, shooting my load down his throat.  My legs and
body shook violently, even after he stopped sucking my cock.  "Oh fuck," I
whispered.

"That's how you do it," he said.  I lay beside him, shaking and trying to
pull it all together.  "You okay?"

"Fantastic," I said.  I had never come like that.

I finally was able to remember who I was and what I wanted to do.  I moved
and took his cock deep into my mouth.  I moved my head up and down.  He
gently thrust.  "Yeah, just like that," he said.  "Keep doing that." My
dick was still rock hard.  I licked and sucked and tried to get as much of
his cock into my mouth as possible.  I was so turned on, I felt like I
could come.  His cock head felt huge in my mouth and it was becoming rigid.
He held my head and said, "I'm going to come." I kept bobbing up and down.
Cum exploded into my mouth.  I was surprised that I could feel it squirting
over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat.  I had to swallow because
he kept coming and coming.  Finally, he stopped and pulled his cock from my
mouth.

I lay beside him and listened to him breathing hard.  "Was that okay?"

He chuckled.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine.  How did I do?"

"Fantastic," he said.

I still had my hand on his dick and he was still hard.  So was I.  He
reached for my cock and wrapped his finger around it.  "You're hard," he
said.

"So are you?"

"Yeah, I know.  I'm really horny and I love getting head."

"You want it again?"

"Now?"

"Yeah, sure, if you want, I'll do it." He laughed.  "You don't want it
again?"

"No, that would be fine, if you really want to."

I moved down and took his cock in my mouth.  It took longer the second time
and he didn't come as much, but when he did he came hard.  After I
swallowed his cum and let his dick fall from my mouth, I lay beside him.
We talked for a moment, but then he feel asleep.

I climbed over him and went to my own bed still hard.  I lay there thinking
about what we just did.  My dick never got soft.  Finally, I fell asleep.
I woke up with Alex sucking my dick.  "I owe you one," he said.

Moments later I was shooting my load down his throat.  When I was done, he
climbed back into his bed.  "From now on, if you blow me, I don't owe you
and if I blow you, you don't owe me. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure, that's fine with me.  You're okay with me blowing you?"

He chuckled.  "Yeah, of course.  Like I said, I love getting head."

Well, after that, I'd say that I blew him probably five or six times a week
and he'd blow me two times a week.  Usually, I'd blow him and then he'd
jerk me off.  One night he woke me up after I blew him before we went to
sleep.  He began sucking me.  Then he climbed over me and put his junk in
my face.  Happily, I sucked his dick while he sucked mine.  That started
happening a lot.  In the middle of the night, one of us would wake up, and
start things going.

As the day of his leaving approached, I got more and more upset about him
leaving.  We talked about me being gay again.  Again, he told me he was
really cool with it but that I shouldn't go around telling people.  Then he
said, "You should let me tell this friend that you're into this.  Maybe you
can get together.  He'll never tell anyone and you won't have to worry
about people finding out."

"Who is he?"

"I can't tell you that.  I told him that I knew someone that might be
interested in playing once in a while, but he said to forget it, but I
think if you let me tell him who you are, he'd be fine with it."

"But maybe I won't be."

"I think you will."

"Can you tell me one thing?  Do I know him?"

He thought for a moment.  "Yes and he knows you."

I thought about it for a while and said no.  I was too scared.

We drove Alex to college.  We had to take two cars.  I drove with Alex and
Mom and Dad.  The twins followed.  We left early in the morning and got
there late at night.  The next day we moved him into the dorms and said
goodbye.  He hugged me and said he loved me and that he'd see me at
Thanksgiving.  I cried.

I rode home with the twins.  I sat in the backseat and felt like shit.
Alex called Kevin on his cell and said he wanted to talk to me.  "Hey," I
said.

"You on speaker?"

"No.  It's cool."

"If you change your mind about me talking to my friend, let me know."

"Okay," I said.

"When I see you at Thanksgiving, we're going to take care of each other."

"Okay," I said, smiling.  He hung up.

We drove for a while and then stayed at a motel with my parents.

I started high school that September.  Kevin and Steve played varsity
football.  I started working out with the JV team.  I missed Alex.  I got a
cell phone that September.  Alex and I had unlimited texting.  That was
cool.  We never texted about sex stuff, but just to say hi.  I'd text him
at night that I was tired and going to sleep.  He'd text me back a smile.

Both Kevin and Steve got B's on the midterm report card.  Dad hadn't taken
out the strap for over a year.  We thought maybe he thought we were getting
too old for that.  Both of them lost their driving privileges.  They had
just gotten their drivers licenses and were going out a lot and there was
football.  They were upset about not being able to drive until their next
report card Ðend of January.  I got all A's, as usual.

Alex flew home for Thanksgiving, arriving Tuesday night.  My Mom and Dad
picked him up at the airport.  I wanted to go, but they said no, because
they wanted to talk to him.  They got home at around nine that evening.
The twins and I were really excited to see him.  Kevin and Steve kept
talking to him about football.  Mom made him something to eat.  Dad looked
annoyed.  Alex said he was exhausted because he had three midterms and a
paper that week and hadn't slept the night before.

Finally, after complaining a lot about being tired, we went to our room.
He unpacked in about five minutes.  It was almost eleven and I had school
the next day.  I was so horny, but I knew he was tired, so I got in my bed.
He undressed.  He had a hard on.  He turned off the lights and got in bed.
"Let's wait until it sounds like they're all in bed."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Nah, I got sleep last night and I napped on the plane." Still in our own
beds we faced each other and whispered.  I asked him about school, about
having a roommate and jerking off, about girlfriends.  He told me that he
was dating one girl steady and that she gave him head but that she wasn't
as good as me and she wouldn't let him come in her mouth.  We laughed.  He
said that the week before he fucked her for the first time.

"Really?  Aren't you afraid she'll get pregnant?"

"I used a condom."

"How was it?"

"Great, but I still like getting head," he said and chuckled.  "I haven't
come since Sunday afternoon."

"Wow, you must really be horny.  I think they're all in bed," I said,
moving to his bed.  He was lying on his side.  He lifted the blanket as I
got in and covered me as I scooted down.  I took his cock in my mouth and
moaned.  He put his hand on my head and stroked my hair.  I slowly moved my
head back and forth, taking more and more of his cock each time.  His cock
felt incredible in my mouth.  Soon I could tell he was ready to come.  I
bobbed up and down and pressed his cock deep into my mouth.  Cum gushed
from his cock.  I swallowed.  More cum.  I swallowed again and then again
and again.

"Fuck, Josh," he said, breathing hard.  He pulled at me to move up, but I
refused, holding his dick against my lips.  Moments later I was sucking
again and again he shot his load into my mouth.

I moved up so we were face to face and said, "I think you needed that." He
laughed.

"You like doing that?" he asked, smiling.  I nodded.  "So from one to ten,
if five is neutral, where are you?"

"A ten." He laughed.  "Is that weird?"

"Stop that.  You know I'm cool with this.  I think sometimes I'm a five,"
he said, "sometimes a six and sometimes a seven.  I guess I'm bi when it
comes to sex.  It's kind of weird.  I like having sex with you.  You can
tell right?" He smiled.  "And with this friend, too.  But like when I'm at
school I don't think about this guy or that guy and sex.  I think about
this girl and that girl and that girl." He laughed.  "But then coming home
I had a hard on thinking about us doing this.  Now, that's weird."

"Well, I know one thing, I know you're a ten about getting head." He
laughed and nodded.  We lay quietly for a while.  I thought he had fallen
asleep.  I started to get out of his bed, but he pulled at me and then took
my dick in his mouth and sucked me off.  For someone who was neutral about
it, he gave great head.

I quietly got up the next morning to go to school.  He looked passed out.
While I was in the shower, he came into the bathroom and peed, then he went
back to bed.  I had taken my clothes into the bathroom to dress there so as
not to wake him.  After I dressed I tiptoed into the bedroom to get my
books.  He rolled over and looked at me.  "Sorry, I woke you," I said.  "I
have half a day today.  See you later."

I noticed that he was jerking off under the blanket.  He smiled, lifted the
blanket and said, "You want to finish me?  I'm almost there." I buried my
face in his crotch and sucked his cock for about 30 seconds when he shot
his load."

I wiped my lips and said, "Breakfast."

We had a great Thanksgiving dinner after attending church.  My dad seemed
angry at Alex, but I didn't know why.  I asked him later in the day.  He
said that my dad had instructed Alex that he wanted him attending this
church near the University.  My dad had made contact with the pastor.  Alex
never went.  My dad was angry or maybe disappointed.  Alex didn't care.

The four of us, the twins, Alex and I, met up with Don, Alex's best friend.
They've been friends since first grade.  I know Alex really really likes
Don.  And I know that Don loves Alex.  Everyone knows that Don loves Alex.
He doesn't have any brothers, just two sisters and his dad died when he was
about twelve.  Our family has been a second family to him and Don always
treats me like his little brother.  We went to see a movie.  A couple of
days later, we all went to the park and played ball and then went and got
pizza for dinner.  Since Alex left in September, the twins and I had been
hanging out a lot more, especially since we were all at the same school
again.  I had my friends in my grade, but I got to hang out with them and
their friends too.

Alex and I gave each other head at night and in the morning.  A couple of
times, instead of blowing me, Alex jerked me off.  When he left Sunday I
felt bad, but knew he was coming home soon for Christmas and it would be
for two weeks.



So, there is more, but I don't know if anyone is reading this or if anyone
wants to hear the rest.  I know I'm not a great writer, but I'm trying.
Let me know if you want me to keep going.

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