Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 22:58:36 EST
From: ImJeff0882@aol.com
Subject: My roommate Nick, part 7

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My Roommate Nick Part 7



Chapter 4    Family Values  Vs   Valuing Family


My dad and I went out to run errands.  He explained to me that my mother
told him about her conversation with Nick regarding Europe.  He said he
wanted me to go.  He reminded me that they wanted to buy my tickets, Eurail
pass etc.  I said that Nick and I talked about it and that we would
probably go.  He said, if we were serious about going that he and my mom
wanted to buy Nick's Eurail pass as a Christmas present.  I told my father
that they really didn't have to do that.

He said, "That boy is working his way through college and trying to save
enough money to go to Europe and what he can't save he's going to put on
credit cards and then work to pay off."

"Yeah, okay, so he has a plan and knowing Nick he'll do it."

"Well, he seems like a good boy.  We'd really love to see the both of you
go for 4 or 6 weeks.  Jeff, it's a once in a life time opportunity.  You
can go and back pack and jump around from place to place whenever you want.
Believe me, if you put this off you'll never be able to do it like that
again.  Later in life, it will become too hard to do like that.  Let us do
this for you and for Nick."

"But, Dad, really, you don't have to buy him a Eurail pass and I have money
saved, too."

"I've worked and saved and I'm doing very well.  If I can't do things like
this for you, then what's my life about?  Your mom wants to do this.  I
want to do this.  We want the two of you to go and have fun and come back
and not be burdened with trying to pay for it."  I took a deep breath.
"And you know how I feel about credit card debt.  Those banks suck people
dry with those interest rates.  He'll have that debt for years."

"Well, you can't buy a Eurail pass now, anyway."

"No, your mother is writing a note, an IOU, for the pass.  When we buy your
pass, we'll buy his."

"Why don't you buy it for him as a graduation present?  He'll love that.
If you do it now, he'll feel overwhelmed.  He's feeling overwhelmed now."

"You think that would be a good graduation present?"

"Yes, I do.  Then the trip will be planned.  I promise to keep you up on
what we are planning."

"Well, what can we get him for Christmas?"

"I don't know.  I bought him a North Face jacket he can wear for skiing if
he wears a fleece shirt under it, or he can wear it everyday.  He needed a
new jacket.  How about this; he needs a ski helmet and goggles.  Let's go
to the ski shop and get him a helmet.  I know his size, we rented him one
when we went skiing, and I know what he wants."

"Let me call your mom."  He did.  He nodded a lot.  We went to the store
and bought the helmet, goggles, a pair of ski pants to match the jacket I
bought him.  And my dad bought him a fleece top and bottom.

We returned to the car and headed home.  "I'll wrap all this stuff for
you," I said.  He nodded and smiled at me.  We drove for a while and then I
said, "Dad thanks so much for being so generous.  You and mom are being so
great about this."  My eyes filled with tears and my voice cracked, I hate
it when that happens. My lower lip began to shake, when I said, "I don't
understand why you think I deserve the way you treat me and the way you're
treating Nick.  You and mom are being so cool about all of this."

He glanced over at me.  "You are the best thing that I've done with my
life.  Jeffery, I've always been proud of you.  We've always been proud of
you and we are proud of the man you are becoming.  Your mother and I
couldn't love you more than we do."

"But Dad, I have a boyfriend; I'm gay."

"Yeah, that worries us, but it doesn't change our love for you."

"Why does it worry you?"

"Not all gay men are as lucky as your Uncle Bobby.  I have a friend at work
that is gay; he's in his forties and alone.  We want you to love and be
loved.  We'd love for you to be a father.  You've been a wonderful son; I
imagine you'd be a wonderful father.  And, of course, we'd love to be
grandparents."

"Maybe, that can happen.  I want children.  Maybe, someday I'll adopt."

He reached over and squeezed my neck with his right hand.  "We worry about
AIDS also."

"Nick and I were tested and"

"Your mother told me.  That's great.  You won't understand this until you
raise a child, but we want all that's good for you.  We want to help you
achieve your goals and find success in whatever drives you, and we want you
to be happy.  When I see you happy I'm happy.  When I see you down and
depressed I fill sad, I worry about you.  When I talk to you one the phone
I can tell my your tone of voice how you are doing.  Your mother and I want
you to have a full life.  You won't understand until you have a child."

"Thank you, Dad.  You and mom are the best.  I don't think either of you
could do more to make Nick and me feel more comfortable.  Mom is doing a
great job with him."

He smiled, "Be sure to tell your mother.  I'll have my balls handed to me
again if I relay a message."

I laughed, "You and me both."  We sat silently as he drove.  "Nick is going
to be surprised, really surprised.  He's having a hard time just taking in
the fact that you are allowing him in the house."

"I like him.  He told me he likes USC in the Orange Bowl," my Dad said.  My
dad is obviously easy to please.

When my dad and I arrived at home Nick had fried up all the meatballs and
was helping my mother make the tomato sauce.  Buddy was sitting guarding
the floor.  Anything that falls to the floor is hers; that's Buddy's rule.
My dad and I made grilled cheese sandwiches for all of us and convinced my
mom that it was time for Nick to take a break.  I couldn't believe all that
he had written down in his new cook book.  I whispered in his ear, "My Mom
was going to make a good wife out of him yet."

"Bitch," he whispered.

My dad told my mom that it was the guys' time to take a break.  We had
decided we were going to watch all the Lord of the Rings Platinum Series
(Extended versions).  I figure it had to be twelve hours of movie watching.
We decided we would try to watch at least get the first two in and then
maybe watch part of the third one tonight and the rest before Nick and I
left.

My dad told my mom that the boys would be eating dinner in front of the TV.
I won't say what she said.

We watched Lord of the Rings, ate pop corn and drank sodas.  Buddy sat and
watched, too.  Popcorn is one of her favorite foods.  We had a late dinner,
and not in front of the TV.  We watched more of the Lord of the Rings and
at mid-night we decided it was time to take a break.

We sat around the tree, my mom brought out Christmas cookies and cocoa, a
Christmas tradition.  And we started opening gifts.  We do this thing where
I sit by the tree and pull gifts from under the tree, usually the ones my
mother orders me to grab, and then give it to the person whose name is on
the tag.

"Don't get overwhelmed," I said to Nick.  "My parents went a little
overboard."

"No, we didn't," my mom said.  "Mr. Hunter and I had fun trying to figure
out what to get you.  Give him that one over there," she said.  "That's the
scarf and stocking cap.  You have to wear them while you open your other
gifts, so I can take pictures of you and Jeff in your new caps.  Jeff open
yours," she ordered.

I said to Nick, "I didn't tell you this, but we have a picture of me in a
new stocking cap every year.  So this will make twenty two hats, Mom?"

"Shut up and put on your hat," she barked.  "Nick, put yours on, too," she
said sweetly.  Nick put his hat on IMMEDIATELY.  They were actually really
nice looking knit caps.  His was black with gray trim.  The scarf matched.

"Mrs. Hunter it's beautiful.  It's so soft," he said.

"It's cashmere."

Mine was navy blue with the same gray trim.  "I love it, Mom.  Really, it's
really nice," I said, putting it on.  My mom took pictures of me in my cap,
Nick in his and then pictures of Nick and me together.  Then pictures of
dad and me and then my dad took pictures of me and my mom.  Then I started
tearing open my gifts.  This, too, is a Christmas Tradition; our family has
many traditions.

My parents gave me CDs and books that were on my list, and the DVD of Lord
of the Rings: The Return of the Kings, extended version.  They gave me my
favorite gift; cash.  They also gave me a new pair of skis and bindings
that I had been wanting.

"Oh wow, Mom, Dad, how did you know?  This wasn't on my list," I said.

My mother said, "We called Bill.  We knew you needed new skis but we didn't
know what kind you wanted.  So, Bill told us what you've been wanting."  I
hugged my dad and kissed him.  Then I hugged and kissed my mom.  "Thank you
both, really.  You are both too generous.  I turned to Nick, "Here open
this one first, it's from my mom and dad," I said, pushing the helmet
toward him.

He opened it, his eyes widened.  "Oh wow, this is cool.  This is the one we
were looking at, like yours.  Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, I don't know what to
say."  He started to get up, but I pushed another gift in front of him.

"There's more," I said.

More wide eyes.  He opened the goggles; more thanks.  Then he opened the
ski pants and the fleece.  "I don't know what to say.  You are being so
generous."  His eyes welled up with tears.  He got up and kissed my mom.
My dad got up and they hugged.

"These are from me," I said, pushing more gifts in front of him.

"You didn't open my gifts to you," he said, pointing to several boxes under
the tree.

My dad said, "Why don't you let us open our gifts first and then you boys
can open the rest of your gifts after we go to bed."

My mom said, "We have a gift for both or you."  I looked at her, she stared
at me.  "We called your Uncle Bobby and Steve and asked them if they were
going skiing this winter and they said yes; at the end of January; for a
long weekend.  I asked them if they'd mind you boys going along with them.
They were excited for you two to join them, so we are paying for the two of
you to go skiing that three day weekend, so you two can use all your new
stuff."

"Mom, you didn't have to do that."

"Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, I just don't know what to say.  It's too much."

My mom and dad opened their gifts.  Everyone thanked everyone and then they
went to bed.

"Open my gift," I said to Nick.

"This is all too much.  I don't know what to say," Nick said.

"Thank you works.  Open it," I said.  He opened the box and pulled out the
jacket.

"Oh wow," he said, as he put the jacket on.  "Oh wow, I can wear this at
school, too.  Oh Jeff, it's awesome.  I love it.  And I can wear it
skiing."

"It's a North Face ski jacket, but everyone wears them around.  It looks
great on you.  Damn, you are going to look hot on the slopes."  I stood up
and we hugged.  Then we kissed.

"I love you, Jeff.  I don't deserve any of this," he said.  "Okay, open
mine," he said.  There were four boxes.  These are just small gifts.
Things I saw that I kind of laughed when I saw them.  The first box I
opened had four jock straps in it; red, blue, black and white.  "Yours are
kind of stretched out," he said and laughed.  The other box was a book that
I wanted.  The other had two CDs that I wanted.  As I opened the fourth
box, he said, "You'll have to promise me that when you use this you won't
try to sing over it."

I opened the box.  It was Bose speakers for an IPOD.  You put your IPOD in
the stand and then you can play all your downloaded music through the
speakers.  "Oh fuck, Nick.  This is great.  Oh wow."  I was sitting on the
floor; he was sitting in a chair.  I got up and sat on his lap and started
kissing him.

"You promise you won't sing louder, over the speakers?"

I laughed.  "Let's go to bed."

"Only if you fuck me," he said.

I laughed.  "I thought we weren't going to have sex in my parent's house."

"They're cool.  Besides, they can't hear us."

Oh yeah, Buddy received gifts, too.  I got her pig's ears and rawhide
bones.  She loves treats.

We cleaned up most of the wrapping paper and then headed for my bedroom.  I
had a hard on before I got there.  Buddy followed us into the bedroom.
Nick locked and double checked the doors.  I was naked and in bed before he
even had his shoes off.  I lay there watching him undress.  I find it such
a turn on watching him undress.  He seemed oblivious to me watching him.  I
love his body.  I guess I've said that he is lean, smooth, tight and
defined. There are parts of his body that I find so erotic.  I love his
tight chest.  His pecs are small, but tight and defined.  I love the way
his shoulders are wide and then his body narrows at his waist.  His abs are
nice and defined.  He has a wonderful ass.  His back doesn't just become
his butt, but there is an actual curve outward and then his butt; his ass
is muscular and smooth.  He has muscular legs, too.  I have to say that one
of my favorite sights is when he takes off his underwear and then bends
down.  If I can catch a view from behind I feel my body tingle.  You know
what I mean, the balls hanging down between the legs view from behind.
Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it.

He sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.  Then
he stood up and took off his shirt.  Then he took off his pants, folded
them and put them over the chair.  All my clothes were on the floor.  He
took off his boxer briefs.  Then he gathered his shirt, briefs and bent
down to pick up his socks (the view).  Then he walked over to his suitcase,
bent down, (the view again) and put his dirty close away.  He turned and
looked at me as if he just became aware of me.  He smiled at me.  "Did you
get the lube?" he asked. I nodded.  He turned off the light and climbed
into bed with me.  I had a hard on.

"Hey buddy," Nick called out.  Buddy ran to Nick's side of the bed.  "Yeah,
you are such a good girl."  I could hear Buddy's tail wagging.  She loves
to be loved.  "Last night she went to sleep over here, but when I woke up
she was over to your side of the bed."

"She knows who loves her, don't you girl," I said.  Again, you could hear
her tail wagging.  I laughed.

I scooted over toward Nick and pressed my dick against his butt.  He rolled
over and said, "I don't get why your parents are being so cool and
generous.  Think about it.  How many parents would even allow their son to
bring their boyfriend into their house, never mind letting them sleep
together and then buying such great gifts?  I don't get it."

"My mother said she's been accepting the fact that I'm bi or gay since I
was in high school.  She said she thinks it's genetic and that chances are
that there would be gay children born to her brothers and sisters.  She
said she read an article that said the highest predictor if you'll have a
gay son is if you have a gay brother."

"I guess, but"

"My parents want me to be in a relationship like my uncle.  I think they
are far more concerned with HIV than with me being gay.  They'll do
anything to support me being in a relationship.  Plus, they like you.  My
mom told me that she really likes you.  She said, and I quote, `He's a good
boy.  You two will be good for each other.  I hope you both realize the
work that goes into maintaining a relationship and will both make a
commitment to work through the bad times'.  Then she said, `You have to
learn to NOT be so pig headed and hot tempered.  He's not Italian.  I had
to tone it down at first when I married your father."

"Damn.  What did you tell her?"

"I told her that I'd try.  I told her that it's not like you and I met two
weeks ago and jumped into this.  She said that she couldn't think of a
better way for this to happen.  She agreed that being friends, the way we
were, before we became boyfriends was ideal."

He rolled over toward me.  "I'm scared."

"About what?"

"My parents.  My parents won't be like your parents.  My parents will
probably not want to see me when they find out.  I am sure they won't want
to have anything to do with you. I don't know what that will be like."

"Fucked, I would think.  If you know what they will do, what are you afraid
of?" I asked."

"I don't know.  I'm basically on my own as it is.  Maybe, I'm afraid of
facing up to it.  Sad."

"Would you rather be straight, have a girlfriend and have your parent's
approval."

He laughed.  "I can't do that anymore.  It's weird I don't think I ever
understood what really being with some was like before.  I had a lot of sex
and I guess I liked them, but it's never felt like this."

"Like what?"

"I don't know.  I can't explain it.  I've slept with girls and most of the
time I wished I was sleeping in my own bed, especially when you and I were
sharing a room.  It was like I'd have sex with her and then I'd think about
what you were doing.  But, it's more than that.  I love sleeping with you.
I'll wake up in the middle of the night and look over at you.  I love
watching you sleep and listening to you breathe.  I'll put my arm around
you and pull at you and you move and put your head on my shoulder or chest
and I feel great.  If Gail ever did that I'd just roll over and push her
away.  It's just different."

"How so?"

He laughed.  "This is funny, I think that word you use is perfect.  I hate
it when you use it with other guys, but it's what I feel about you.  It
says it perfectly.  You are LICKABLE.  I've never thought about it, but I
love licking you and I've never thought about licking anyone before.  Damn,
I love licking you."

"Tell me more."

"Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes," I said, and laughed.

"Asshole," he said.  He poked me.

"I like being lickable," I said.  He poked me, again.  "You are the most
lickable person I've licked.  But, I know what you mean.  I feel the same
way.  I love sleeping with you.  I guess, what my mom was saying is that
there'll be times when it will not be like this.  Will we stick it out?"

"That scares me, too," Nick said.

"What do you mean?"

"That you'll get so angry at me, that you'll throw me away."

I said, "Don't get angry, okay, but," he stared at me.  "I do get angry,
but then I'm not angry.  I don't throw people away.  I never have.  Your
parents threatened you with that and probably will throw you away, but I
won't.  I don't think I can NOT get angry.  But, I always just get over it.
It just goes away and then it's cool."

Nick said, "Like on the way down here?"

"Yeah, like that."

"That wasn't so bad.  I can take that," he said and laughed.  "You're more
hot air than bite."  I laughed and rolled on top of him.  He spread his
legs and wrapped them around me. "Do me, big boy," he said.  I chuckled.
He started licking my neck.  "You taste good."

My dick was hard.  I moved, reached under the mattress for the lube.
Moments later I was inside of him.  "Jerk off while I fuck you," I said. "I
want to lick your cum off you."  I rose off of him and watched him jerk off
while I slowly thrust into him.  I moved so that my dick was almost
completely out of him and then I'd thrust into him as far as I could.

He moaned, "Oh fuck yeah, just like that.  Fuck me like that."  I'd move
out of him again, I could feel his sphincter close around my cock head as I
moved out of him, but then I'd push and he'd open right up for me, again.
Each time he moaned.  He kept jerking.  We kissed, licked, held each other
and moaned. I licked his lips, his nose, and his chin and then I ran my
tongue over his eye lids.  "Oh yeah, oh fuck, yeah," he whispered.  As I
slowly trust into him, he pushed himself into me, meeting each thrust with
his movements. "Oh fuck, Jeff, keep doing that," he said, as I moved in and
out of him.  "Oh fuck."

"I love being inside you," I said.

"I'm close," he whispered.  "Fuck me harder."  I held him tightly and
fucked him.  He moaned quietly.  He began to thrash around as he began to
cum.  I thought he'd burst, trying not to make any noise.  We are both
noisy cummers (I love making up my own words).  I pulled out of him and
took his dick in my mouth, licking up the last of his orgasm.  "Oh fuck,
Jeff," he moaned, squirming and holding onto my head as I sucked him hard.
I let go of his dick and then started licking up his cum.  "Oh fuck, Jeff,"
he said, pulling me up to him to kiss me.  My nose and chin and lips were
wet with his cum.  We kissed deeply.  I lay down on top of him, and as soon
as I did, he lifted his legs and wrapped them around me.  "Fuck me," he
said.  I did.  It was a frenzied kind of fucking.  I was so turned on; the
taste of his cum in my mouth, the smell of his cum on my face, the wetness
of his cum between our bodies had me aching for orgasm.  He grabbed my hair
and held my head.  "Fuck me," he whispered.

I had one of those incredible orgasms; the kind that start in your groin
and then explodes through the rest of your body.  I was pushed hard against
him.

When my body finally settled down I rolled off of him, onto my side, but
his legs were still wrapped me.  I started laughing.  Then he started
laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said.  "I just feel good."

"Me, too."

We held each other.  I moved beside him and then I lay my head on his
chest.  He ran his fingers up and down my back and over my butt.  I love to
be touched.  I fell asleep; I seem to be the first one who falls asleep
most of the time.  Nick says it's because I have a clear head.  I think I
just fall asleep easily.

He woke me up the next morning, with coffee.  "Get up; your mother is
making this huge breakfast for us.  Uncle Bobby and Steve are coming over
for breakfast; they'll be here in about 10 minutes."

"Okay, I'll get up in 5 minutes.  I promise. Let me wake up."  He left.  I
drank some coffee and then yelled for Buddy.  She came into the room and
jumped on the bed.  I drank my coffee; I pet Buddy and then got out of bed.
I shaved, jumping in the shower, dressed and was in the kitchen when my
Uncle and Steve drove up.

We had a great breakfast; French toast, omelets, bacon, sausage, juice and
coffee.  My uncle was his usual quiet self, Steve made up for him.  I like
Steve; he's a great guy.  He's about 5 years younger than my uncle.  They
both keep in shape; I guess they go to the gym often.  After breakfast we
all cleaned up the kitchen and my mom put up two large pots to boil the
pasta for the lasagna.  It was going to be an assembly line type of
production.  We were all going to help.  I've done this several times
before.  It would be a lot of work for one person to do alone.  It is fun
to do with people you enjoy.

I watched Nick to see how he was doing.  He and Steve were hitting it off.
That's the great thing about Steve.  He's the kind of person who can talk
to people and make them feel comfortable.  He acts like he's known you for
years.

We talked about going skiing.  My uncle is better than me on skis.  Steve
suffers the mountain.  He told Nick he'd love to spend all the time he
wanted on the beginner's slopes.  Nick seemed to be enjoying himself.

When the lasagna was made in two very large pans, we helped clean up the
kitchen.  Then Nick was assigned the job of washing and shredding the
lettuce, while I cut tomatoes.  People would start arriving at noon.
Everyone was bringing an assigned dish.  When you're cooking for thirty
people and most of them are Italian, you'd better have plenty of food.  We
did.

As people began to arrive, I noticed Steve take Nick aside.  He poured him
a glass of wine; Chianti.  Then he led Nick to the back yard. Nick called
to Buddy, who followed both of them to the patio, where Steve and Nick
grabbed a couple of chairs and sat by the pool.  I watched to see how Nick
was doing and he seemed relaxed.  He was smiling and nodding.

Bill's parents showed up.  I talked to them for a while.  They didn't seem
to know anything about the trouble he and Barbara had been having.  They
told me that Bill and Barbara decided to go skiing for Christmas.  Then my
Uncle Anthony arrived with his wife and Son and his wife.  I said hello to
all of them and then left the room.  I noticed my Uncle Bobby going outside
to join Steve and Nick and I decided to join them.  We talked a lot about
various members of the family.  Steve was great at giving all the dirt, but
in a very funny way.  He had me laughing so hard that tears were coming out
of my eyes.  Buddy sat at my side so I could scratch her head.  She loves
to be touched, too.

Several times I noticed my Uncle Anthony glancing toward us.  He doesn't
like Steve, so he never came out where we were sitting.  We just ignored
him.

We talked about the ski weekend and where we'd stay.  They told us they had
already made reservations for us.  Nick smiled instead of looking stressed.

Then the meal began.  I lead Nick inside.

"Oh my God," he said.  "Who's all this food for?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's that?"

"That's the antipasto.  We start with that.  It has different kinds of
cheeses, different kinds of salami, peppers, ham, prosciutto," I said,
pointing.  "That's Italian ham.  It's really good.  There's the Italian
bread.  Grab me a piece."  I said, and began to pile cold cuts up on his
plate.

"But if we make a sandwich then how can we eat the lasagna?  And your mom
made meatballs and sausage and those rolled up beef thing."

"Those rolled up beef things are called Braciola.  You have to pace
yourself.  You don't make a sandwich.  You just eat the cheese and meat and
peppers and stuff with a piece of bread.  We eat this now and then have
some wine and sit and talk and then we have the lasagna and the meat balls
and sausage and braciola.  Then you take a break and sit and talk and then
you have fruit and nuts and wine."

"What are those?" he asked pointing.

"Those are Italian cookies and pastries.  We eat those last with coffee."

"My God this is enough for a hundred people.  Are people really going to
eat all this?"

"You just pace yourself."  I said, leading him back out to the patio.  We
sat with my Uncle Bobby and Steve.  My cousins Ann and Tommy joined us.  We
talked as we ate.  Nick joined the conversation.  The wine was perfect.

About a half hour later my mom announced that the lasagna and meat were
ready.  We all lined up and filled out plates with food.  Nick just shook
his head.  "Oh my God," he said.  "There's a turkey and a ham over there,
too.  Are those mashed potatoes and green beans?"

"Yeah, I guess I forgot about those.  You can have that if you want it.  I
always skip that stuff.  My Uncle Bobby and Steve and cousins were talking
with Bill's Mom, so I grabbed Nick and lead him to my room where we could
eat alone.

"Sorry," I said to Nick, "Steve grabbed you.  Then everyone showed up.  I
hope you weren't feeling too overwhelmed."

"No, it was cool.  Really, it was fine.  I felt very at ease with everyone,
but it was nice when you joined us.  It was nice to sit and talk.  I can't
believe how good this lasagna smells.  I don't think I can eat all of
those," he said, shaking his head.

We sat on the floor and began to eat.  Buddy was with us.  I brought a
small dish for her.  "What were you and Steve talking about?"

"He talked about your mother.  He really loves her.  His parents were weird
about him being gay for a long time.  They are okay now, but not at first.
He said your mother was always supportive of him.  He said the only fault
she has is that she feels like she's not doing enough.  I told him that she
was being so nice and generous.  He smiled and said, `it's all from her
heart.  Just learn to enjoy it'."

"Well, that's cool.  What else?"

He laughed.  "He talked about you a lot."  He laughed, again.

"Oh yeah."

"He said a lot of nice things about you.  He said that you're a lot like
your mom and like your dad.  He said that your uncle has a dozen nieces and
nephews and that you are his favorite.  But, he said that your mother is
his favorite sibling.  He said that you were a funny kid, you teased and
joked a lot.  He said that you were great at baseball in little league and
high school.  He said that he and your uncle would join your mom and dad
and watch you play.  Oh yeah, he said you use to love to sing when you were
a kid.  I told him you still sing and that your voice is so bad.  He
laughed.  He likes you."

"I like him, too.  He's been part of the family for as long as I can
remember.  I think I've seen more of him than my uncle.  Is this whole
thing too much for you?"

"No, I'm really glad you made me come," he said.  "Just kidding.  I'm glad
I decided to come.  Damn, this lasagna is awesome.  Your mother is such a
good cook.  Maybe we can make this sometime, you think?"

"Well, you should be an expert by now.  Are you ready to grab some
dessert?"

"Fuck, I'm stuffed.  I can't believe how much food there is to eat.  Those
braciola were great.  If you like them, I know how to make them," he said,
and laughed.

"I love them, but my favorites are the meatballs."  We left my room to get
dessert.  When we went into the living room my Uncle Anthony was there
talking to my dad.  My dad waved Nick and me toward him. My stomach did a
flip-flop.  Nick had not met my uncle, but Steve had filled Nick in.

"Anthony," my dad said, "This is Nick."

My uncle put out his hand and he and Nick shook hands.  Nick smiled but
didn't say anything.  I noticed him looking at my uncle's gold necklaces.
My mother, when she's being kind, calls my uncle a Guido, which I guess is
a way of saying he's classless.

"So, you're a friend of Jeff's," my uncle asked.

Nick nodded.  My dad said, "They live together."

"Oh, I see," Uncle Anthony said to me, "you're roommates at school."  We
talked about school, my getting my Masters, Nick being a senior, his major.
I kept thinking about him watching us talking to Steve.

I felt myself relaxing a bit.  I was about to excuse us, when my uncle
asked me, "Whatever happened to that girl you were dating?"

I felt my face flush.  "Oh, we broke up last year."

"Well, not to worry, there are plenty of fish in the sea," he said.  That
roiling started in my stomach, again.  "So, Nick, do you have a
girlfriend?"  I started feeling angry.

Nick said, "No."  He looked stressed; his face turned red then white.  He
looked at my dad.  My dad looked at him.  My uncle looked at me.
Silence. My uncle looked at me and then at Nick.  My uncle got it.  He then
glared at Nick.  The look was hateful. How odd that so much can be said
without words.

"No, girlfriend," he said.

My dad seemed to be getting angry.  I said to my dad, "We were just going
to get dessert."

"Anthony," my dad said, "Jeff and Nick are more than roommates, they are
lovers."  Then he said to me, "Go ahead, and get dessert."  He touched
Nick's arm, getting his attention.  Nick seemed to be in a state of
confusion.  He looked at my dad, "Have you ever had a Cannoli?"  Nick shook
his head.  "Jeff, make sure he tries one.  They are over there," he said,
pointing.

I gathered my wits and said to my uncle, "Nice necklaces," I said.  "My
mother has one just like that one," I said pointing.  I wanted to kick his
ass.  I said to Nick, "Let's get dessert."  We walked away.  We found the
Cannoli; I gave one to Nick and took one for myself.  Nick was still not
speaking.

I put a couple more pastries on our plates and then lead him out onto the
patio where Steve was sitting.  I told Steve what just happened.  He
laughed and said, "Props for your dad, I love that man."

Nick still looked stressed.  Steve and I looked at him.  "Nick," I said.

"That was my fault," he said.  "I got all weird, your uncle could tell.
Your dad must have felt"

"Did it seem like it bothered my dad?"  I asked.  Nick stared at me.  "My
uncle is an ass."  I noticed my dad walking up to us.

"Nick," he said.  "I'm sorry.  I was going to say something to him after
you two left us, but at the moment it seemed most appropriate.  But, then I
realized that maybe it wasn't.  Are you okay?"

"Mr. Hunter, I hope I didn't"

My dad bent down and said to Nick, "He's an asshole.  But, I should have
waited until you boys left us.  I'm sorry."

Nick sighed.  "I was worried that I did something."

"You didn't do anything," my dad said.  He stood up and rubbed Nick's head,
messing up his hair.  Nick looked up at him a smiled.  My dad walked away.

"You okay?" I asked.

Nick took a deep breath and smiled.  "Wow, these are good," he said, as he
bit into the Cannoli.  Steve and I kept looking at him.  "Hey, I just
survived my first homophobic asshole," he said and laughed.  Steve and I
laughed, too.  "That wasn't so bad."

My cousin Anthony, my Uncle Anthony's son, and his wife Carol walked toward
us.  Steve said, "Hey you two, how's it going?"

Nick looked up at them.  I stood up, and then Nick stood up.  I started to
introduce them, but my cousin said, "I'm Anthony.  I hear you just met my
father.  This is my wife, Carol."  They all shook hands.  Nick introduced
himself.  "Sit down," Anthony said, as he pulled two chairs over.  "Nick,
my father is who he is."

Carol said, "We've been wondering who the good looking guy was sitting out
here."

Anthony said, "Your dad said you are all going skiing. When?"

Steve said, "At the end of the month."

Anthony said, "We called Billy and asked him to set up a date for all of
us, but he said he was skiing this last week and didn't know if they'd be
going again."  He turned to Nick and said, "The cousins try to get together
and ski at least once a year."

Carol said to Nick, "He means the boys; most of them, anyway.  Most of them
are pretty tight."

Nick nodded.  Anthony said, "I'm the oldest and Jeff is the youngest.
There are eleven of us."

Steve laughed and said to Nick, "There are twelve cousins.  Eight are
guys."

"Twelve?  Anyway, can we join you?"

"Yeah, sure," Steve said, looking at me.  I nodded.

Anthony said, "I think it would be cheaper and more fun if we rent a three
bedroom condo.  You know where we always go.  We could let the boys have
the master suite (he was referring to Nick and me.  Nick looked surprised),
Uncle Bobby and I can flip for the queen."

Steve couldn't let that one pass.  I heard it before he even said it.  He
said, "I always thought you wanted me." The way the condos are set up is
that there's a king bed in the master suite, a queen bed in the second
bedroom and then two twins in the third bedroom.

Carol smiled.  "He's mine."

Anthony laughed and said, "I'll call and see if I can get us a three
bedroom.  I'll talk to Uncle Bobby."

We sat and talked about school, degrees, etc.  Carol moved over next to me
and said, "He's very handsome.  His eyes are beautiful."

I smiled and said, "Think Orlando Bloom or James Franco, the guy in
Spiderman."

She nodded, "Oh yeah, I see it, but he's got such an angelic demeanor about
him.  Your mom says he's really nice."

"Think Matt Damon," I said.

She laughed.  Then she pulled closer to me, "Knowing you, he's no angel in
bed."  I laughed out loud. "Yeah, that's what I thought."  Nick looked at
me.  I felt my face blushing.  "I hope we get the room next to yours."

I leaned toward her and she leaned toward me, I said, "The king bed is
probably big enough for the four of us."

"Why don't we leave Anthony out of this?"  I laughed and looked at Anthony
and shook my head.  He was talking to Steve and Nick.

I said, "I don't know it could be interesting with him there."

She said, "Yeah, it would be that.  He's an animal in bed."  I laughed.  "I
think it runs in your family's blood."  I laughed, again.  She moved toward
me and said, "Nick has himself a handful with you."

"I'm not a handful," I said laughing.

She laughed, "That's not what I've heard.  I've heard your two or three
handfuls."  I turned bright red.  She laughed.  "I love embarrassing my
little cousin."  We both laughed.  "You can't believe there are any secrets
in this family."

"I guess not," I said smiling.  "I guess everyone knows about Nick and me."

"I think everyone knows.  If you didn't want everyone to know you wouldn't
have brought him home for Christmas.  You know how this family is."  She
was right.  She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  "We all love you.
Anthony is feeling very protective of you.  He's worried that his father
might have upset you and Nick."

"We're cool." I said, looking at Anthony who was still talking to Nick.

"Good," she said.  "You know he loves you."  I nodded.

The male cousins have been tight for as long as I can remember.  These
family gatherings always put us together to play ball or hang out.  About
ten years ago the skiing thing started.  I went skiing with my friend John,
but also joined the cousins.  Anthony being the oldest and me being the
youngest meant that he was to watch over me.  And he did.  When we left my
house my mother made us promise that I'd only ride in the car when Anthony
was driving.  I always roomed with him.  He always spent time with me on
the slopes, teaching me, and always being very patient.  That was true
until I was eighteen, then Bill always made sure I shared a room with him.

Bill was tight with Anthony, too.  I often wondered if they messed around.
I asked Bill a couple of years ago and he said that it wasn't fair to ask
about stuff like that.  I figured that meant that they had.  They were
always good friends.

When they left, Carol said she hoped it was okay that she embarrassed me.
I told her that she it was cool.  We kissed.  Anthony hugged me and then
kissed me on the cheek.  I kissed him.  It's an Italian thing.  Nick hugged
Carol and then shook hands with Anthony.  Then Anthony pulled Nick to him
and hugged him.  Anthony said, "I'm excited about us getting together."

Nick said, "So, am I."


Finally, everyone left.  It was a long day.  My parents went to their
bedroom as soon as the kitchen was clean. I talked Nick into going into the
Jacuzzi.  I asked him how bad the day had been for him.  He said that he
felt great.  He said he could have never imagined that people would be so
nice.  He said, "I really like your Uncle Bobby and Steve, and I think your
cousin Anthony is really cool, and he's very handsome."

I told him what Carol said.  His mouth fell open.  "She asked you what I
was like in bed?"

"People in my family, especially the cousins and some of their wives tease
like that.  I know it's weird, but it's just kind of a bonding thing, I
think.  You just have to know who you can kid with.  Anthony and Carol have
always been teasers and I've always teased them."

Then I told him what she said about me being two or three handfuls.  Again,
his mouth fell open.  "Oh my God, how would she know that?"

I laughed.  "Some of us cousins compared one time."  I guess someone said
something.

We soaked for a while and then ran naked to my room where we had one of our
sexathons.  We 69ed and came into each other's mouth.  We then put on our
underwear went back to the kitchen and dished up some more lasagna, zapped
it in the microwave and then grabbed two Cannoli and went back to my room.
We undressed and sat on the bed and ate the lasagna.  I then devoured my
Cannoli, my favorite pastry.  Then Nick leaned forward and pushed me down,
so that I was lying on my back.  Then he scooped the cream out of the
Cannoli with his finger and spread it on my dick and balls.  He kept doing
it until all that was left was the shell.  He ate that.  He rubbed the
cream around my dick and balls.  I was hard.  My dick was coated in cream.
Then he started licking and sucking at my dick.  He moaned as he cleaned up
my dick.  Then he pushed my legs up and moved some cream from my balls to
my ass crack.  He started licking my balls.  I started to stroke my dick.
Then he slowly moved, licking his way to my butt. I held my legs up and
spread them wide.  He licked my ass crack and poked at my hole with his
tongue.

"Fuck me, Nick, please, fuck me," I said.  He sat up; I rolled over and
found the lube.  He lubed us both and then began pushing into me.  Once in
me, he lay down on top of me and started kissing me.  "Fuck me, like I
fucked you."  He nodded.  He began thrusting.  I could feel him pulling all
the way out.  I felt my asshole close as his cock head slid out and then
open as he thrust back in.  "Oh fuck, Nick" I moaned, as I started jerking
myself.  He kept sliding in and out of me, I kept moaning and jerking.  "Oh
fuck," I said, and started laughing.  "You feel so good."

"I'm no angel in bed," he said, and smiled at me.  He kept thrusting.  "I
love fucking you."  He kept thrusting.  "You love me fucking you, don't
you?"  I nodded and smiled.  He laughed and said, "Some day I'll give you
the rest of it, if you can take it."  We both laughed.  He went back to
fucking me, but harder and faster.

"Fuck, I'm close," I said.  "Fuck me."  He kept thrusting harder and
faster.  He looked down at me jerking and then back at me.  I kept staring
at him and jerking.  "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," I said.  I shot cum all over
my chest and then onto my face.

Nick watched me cumming and then let out a groan.  He grabbed onto me
tightly.  His body tensed as he pushed deeply into me.  I held onto him.
My cum was all over us both and now on his face as he pressed his face
against mine.  "Oh fuck," he groaned, his body shook in my arms.  He began
licking at my face as he continued pushing hard into me.  Then he just went
limp and lay down on me.

We lay like that for a few minutes not saying a word.  Then he began to
lick my chest.  "You cum tastes like Cannoli," he said.  We got up, jumped
in the shower and then climbed back into bed.  We talked for a while about
all that had happened that day.  I asked him for a back rub.  It wasn't
long before we were 69ing again.  Neither one of us was quick to cum, which
was great.  We just kept sucking and licking and then came in each other's
mouth.  We kissed.  He rubbed my back and I fell asleep.


Nick woke me up again, with coffee and Buddy.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, so I am a
brat about being woken up.  I love coffee in bed.  Really, there's nothing
better than having coffee that you don't have to make and having it brought
to you in bed.  Nick's secret isn't really a secret.  He makes very strong
coffee and then warms the milk and puts half milk and half coffee and a
teaspoon of sugar.  I've tried to do it and it never turns out like his.

When I did get up my mother had breakfast ready.  We sat and talked and ate
and then decided that Nick and I should get an early start to try to beat
the traffic.  We showered and then started packing our luggage.  As we did,
I noticed Buddy lying on the floor watching us.  She wasn't wagging her
tail.

I poked Nick and pointed.  He stared at her.  He looked at me.  "Damn, she
knows you are leaving."  He lay down on the floor next to her.  She didn't
jump up and wag her tail; she just lay there, while he scratched her head.
I continued to pack.

My mother packed up most of the left over lasagna to take back to school
with us.  She packed up meatballs, and other goodies.  We packed up the
car.  My mother and father and Buddy walked us outside.  My mom gave me a
big hug, and then I hugged my dad.  Buddy stood there with her head down.
I knelt down beside her and gave her a big hug.  She licked me on the face.
I guess she thinks I'm lickable, too.  "I love you girl.  Take care of Mom
and Dad for me.  I'll be home."  We forgot to tell Nick not to open the car
door while Buddy was outside.  He opened the door and Buddy jumped and ran
and was immediately in the backseat of the car, on top of everything that
was back there.  Nick looked surprised.  I laughed.

We finally got Buddy out of the car.  She walked out with her tail tucked
between her legs.  Nick and I got in my car and waved and drove away.  Nick
said, "Are you crying?"

"No," I said.  "It's stupid.  She's just a dog; but I just feel bad."

"How about if you get to sing two songs an hour; would that help?" he said,
smiling and poking at me. I nodded.  "Did you and Buddy do a lot together?"

"When I'd run, my parents would always make me take her with me.  They said
it was good for her, but it was so that I wouldn't get kidnapped or
something. I'd drive to the park, I'd take her with me, and we'd do this
five mile run.  She loved it.  Or, sometime, John and I would drive to the
beach and we'd take her with us.  We'd run on the beach, it's really good
for your legs and your butt.  She loved running on the beach.  Everyone
would pet her.  She always slept in my room with me.  My mother never
allowed her on the bed, but I'd let her get on my bed in the morning and
we'd cuddle.  I was always the one who fed her.  She'd swim in the pool
with me."

Nick nodded.  "So, that's why she jumped in the car.  Well, I'd say you're
her Buddy.  That's so sad, she must really miss you.  Do your parents do
stuff with her?" he asked.

"They feed her."

"Why don't we take her up to school?"  I looked at him.  "There are two of
us, we run, she could run with us.  It would be cool.  Jeff, let's take her
with us."

I smiled.  "She's eleven.  She can't run six miles.  We're going skiing.
What would we do with her?  If we go away for the summer, then what?"

"Stop being so practical.  She'd love being in our apartment.  She'd love
to be there just to hang around with us when we are there.  I bet she'd
love just to sleep in the same room.  She can sleep on my bed, I'm not
using it."

"She's just fine with my parents.  She'll be okay after a few days.  But,
thanks."

"Hey, I think she's great.  I'd be happy to walk her everyday.  She's so
sweet. What about this; let's go get her and take her up to school for a
couple of weeks.  Then we can drive down and visit with your parents for a
day and then drive back up.  Buddy would love to spend a couple of weeks
with us.  I promise I'll get up early and walk her."  I was glad to hear
him suggest we come to visit my parents.  I was concerned that he might
just say he enjoyed himself and not mean it, so hearing him suggest a trip
to see them confirmed that he did feel comfortable.

I laughed.  "How about this; we go up, go skiing with my Uncle Bobby.  Then
we'll drive down and pick up Buddy.  Spring break will take her back and
spend a couple of days at my house.  My mother will love it."

"Cool, yeah, that would be really cool.  Maybe, we can take your mom and
dad out for a really nice dinner.  You know, for being so cool."

We drove to school.  Listened to music, I sand, we stopped and bought
something to drink and ate meatball sandwiches my mom made for us.  Traffic
wasn't too bad.  Nick was both happy to be heading home and happy he met my
parents.  We talked a lot about telling his parents.  He still hasn't come
to any clear decision about how to do it, or if he was going to do it any
time soon.  He did decide to tell his brother.


Chapter Five: Nick calls his brother.

(Nick was going to try to write this but he didn't want to.  I was there
when he talked to his brother and we both tried to reconstruct the
conversation.)

When we returned to our apartment Nick found a message from his brother
wanting to know why he didn't come home for Christmas.  He decided he
wasn't going to call him back until Monday the 27th.  He called his
brother, but his machine answered.  He left a message.  Matt called back
later that night.

Nick: Hi Matt

Matt: Hi, what's up with you not coming home for Christmas? (Matt sounded
angry)

Nick: Merry Christmas. (Nick snapped back)

Matt: Yeah, so?

Nick: Why are you pissed?

Matt: I wanted to see you.  Mother said you had to work.  That's bullshit.

Nick: Yeah, it's bullshit.  I just didn't want to come home.

Matt: You didn't want to see me?

Nick: This has nothing to do with you.  I wasn't even thinking about you.
Why wouldn't I come home because of you?

Matt: After what happened.

Nick: You mean your lecture.

Matt: What lecture?

Nick: What are you talking about?

Matt: After what you and I did.  I was hoping you'd come home for Christmas
and spend some time here with me.  You know.  Then when mother said you
weren't coming down I thought maybe it was that you didn't want to see me.
You said you were into it, but you seemed a little weird, too.

Nick: I hadn't even thought about that.

Matt: Oh okay.  So, why don't you come home for New Year?  You can stay
here, you don't have to go home and see them, just stay with me.  I'd come
there but I've got to work.  You can bring Jeff, if you want.

Nick: I don't think I can make it.  (Silence) Matt do you remember the
lecture you gave me.

Matt: No

Nick: You telling me not to be gay, you know kissing Jeff.

Matt: Oh yeah, why?

Nick: We are boyfriends, lovers, gay.

Matt: Fuck, Nick, you let him turn you gay.  I told you he'd do that if you
didn't watch out.

Nick: No one turned me anything.  I've felt this way forever.

Matt: So, what about all those girls you were fucking?

Nick: Just like the girls you fuck, Matt.  I was fucking them.  My dick got
hard, I stuck it in and fucked.  Just like you and whatever her name was.
Four years of fucking her and making it with guys on the down low.

Matt: I'm not gay.  It's just sex for me, nothing more.  I'm straight.

Nick: Well, I'm gay.  When I have sex with women it's just sex, nothing
more.  When I have sex with Jeff, it's making love.

Matt: Fuck, that's sick.  That's fuckin' sick.

Nick: (Nick shouted) Fuck you, Matt.  You know something (Nick was pissed
but he started crying) you are my older brother.  I've always wanted to be
your friend; I always wanted to hang with you.  I always looked up to you
when I was a kid.  And you always treated me just like you are treating me
now.  You say I hope I'll come home and stay with you and have sex with
you, but then you call me sick for being gay.

Matt: It is sick.

Nick: Fuck you, you're an asshole and you've always been an asshole.
You've never been a good brother to me and you never will.  You're a
fuckin' asshole and you will always be a fuckin' asshole.  (I was
surprised.  I sat there watching him pace around the living room, crying
and yelling)

Matt: What do you think mother and father will say?

Nick: How about, `get the fuck out of our house and don't come back'.  You
think that comes close.

Matt: Close enough.  So, you'd give up your family for Jeff.

Nick: I'm not giving them up.  They'd be giving me up.  They would through
me away, because I love a man.

Matt: You're right they will.  And you'd ignore that and just go ahead with
this.

Nick: Yes.  I spent too much time trying not to be gay.  I've been just
like you, an asshole and unhappy.  I feel happy now.

Matt: So, you were gay when we were young?

Nick: Yes.

Matt: Well, if you're willing to lose your family over a boyfriend then I
guess that's your decision.  When your boyfriend throws you out, then what?
You'll be all on your own.

Nick: I guess if that happens then I'll have to deal with that then.  It
would have been nice to think that I had a brother who'd be there for me,
but no, I don't even have that.

Matt: You're right.  Nick I just don't understand it.  I know gay people,
but I'd never be one.

Nick: You mean you fuck a gay man, right?  That's okay, right?  Fuck a gay
guy, fuck a woman. Fuck this one, fuck that one, fuck your brother, fuck
his roommate, fuck whoever you can.  (Nick was getting angry again)

Matt: I didn't fuck you.  You fucked me.  And what do you care who I fuck.
At least I'm not kissing some gay guy.

Nick: I can't believe I wanted to be your friend.  I can't believe I looked
up to you.  I can't believe I care about what you say.  You say I am sick,"

Matt: Yeah, I say you are sick and the whole world says you're sick.

Nick: And you are a FUCKIN' loser.  (He screamed and slammed the phone
down)

Then Nick screamed.  I sat and stared.  I started to get up to go to him
and then he screamed again.  Then he started to laugh.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He kept laughing.  "Fuckin' loser.  He's a fuckin' loser.  I'm sick and
he's a fuckin' loser."

"You're not sick," I said.

He laughed.  "I know that.  Damn, I feel so good.  Fuck, I feel great."

"Really?"

"Yes, that asshole has always been able to fuck with my head.  He wants me
to come and stay with him and have sex with him and he says I am sick.
He's fucking guys and girls and doesn't love any of them and he says I'm
sick."  Then Nick started to cry.  I think I started to feel scared.

"Nick, what's up?"

"I'm okay," he said crying.  "He's my older brother.  I love him, but he
can't talk to me like that.  He can't always be putting me down and trying
to make me feel like shit.  If he's going to be my brother he can't talk to
me like that."

I said, "You're right, no one should talk to you like that, especially
people in your family."  He laughed.  "What are you laughing at?"

"You.  Your family, your mom and dad," he said, putting out one hand.  My
family, my mom and dad," he said, putting out his other hand.  "Opposites."

"Yeah, but do you get that your family treats you the way they treat you
because of the way they are, not because of who you are.  And my family
treats me the way they treat me because of who they are.  I know it hurts,
but don't take it personally like it's about your worth."  He just stared
at me.

"Nick, if you think you are worth that kind of treatment then what the fuck
does that say about me, and about my family.  I understand it hurts, but if
you think you are worth that shit then what are you saying about me and my
family?"

He shrugged.  "That's what's confusing."  He sat and stared.  "Being with
your family, felt so wonder.  I was thinking about the way your parents
were with me.  The way your cousin Anthony was with me.  And the things his
wife said to you.  Fuck, no one in my family would even think of that
stuff.  They'd be horrified.  But, then they'd also reject me in two
minutes.  You family is so, so" he seemed to be struggling for a word.

"Outrageous on the one hand and accepting on the other."

"Yeah, right.  And my family is so, so"

"Rigid and judgmental and rejecting."

"Yeah, all that."  He shook his head.  "I'm just confused.  Can we go for a
run?"

"Yeah, sure, let's go," I said.

"And not talk," he said.  We ran; we talked very little.  A couple of times
he laughed.  I'd ask why and he'd tell me something someone said.  I guess
he was thinking about the weekend, because he was not his usual talkative
self.

When we got back, he said, "Can I call your mother?"

"Go ahead," I said, somewhat surprised.

I went into the bedroom and started to get undressed.  I heard him on the
phone.  "Mrs. Hunter, Hi.  (Silence) I just want to tell you that I talked
to my brother and told him about Jeff and me.  (Silence) It went badly.  He
said I was sick.  (Silence) I'm okay.  Yeah, Jeff was here.  He's here now.
(Long silence) Also, I wanted to say thank you again for a wonderful
Christmas.  I love the cap and scarf more than anything.  (Silence) It was
nothing, but you are welcome.  I told Jeff that we should come and visit
with you sometime in February.  (Silence) That would be great.  Okay, he's
here."

"Jeff," he called out.

I walked into the living room naked and took the phone.  He took hold of my
dick and balls.  I pushed his hand away and looked at the phone.  He
laughed.  "Hi Mom."  She told me to keep an eye on Nick, that when Uncle
Robert went through this he had good times and bad times.  She told me that
I should be sure to be kind and supportive and very tolerant of his moods.
I said okay.  She told me that I should come home in Feb for a weekend so
they can spend time with him.

"Mom, he'll be fine.  I'll make sure he's fine."  She lectured me again on
being sensitive and supportive.  I said, goodbye and hung up.

He came back into the living room and said, "Your right, they are cool."

I walked over toward him and grabbed his dick and pulled, "You grab my
balls when I'm on the phone with my mother?"  He laughed.  He started to
get hard.

"Let's get in the shower," he said.  I pulled him by his dick into the
bedroom and then pushed him on the bed.  "I'm all sweaty," he said.

"Yum," I said.  We started licking each other and then started sucking each
other.  The salty taste of his sweaty dick and balls, the musky smell of
his crotch, the feel of his hard dick in my mouth and the feel of his warm,
wet mouth on my dick put me in that wonderful erotic state of excitement.
I rested my head on his thigh as he rested his on mine.  We sucked each
other's dick slowly, licking each other's balls, thighs and ass crack.
Neither of us wanted to stop sucking so as one of us got close the other
slowed his sucking.  Finally, I started bringing him to the point of no
return, and as I did, he did the same to me.  We were both so close that we
both came at the same time.  It was phenomenal.  My face buried in his
crotch, my nose pushed into his balls sac smelling that warm wet wonderful
masculine aroma.  The taste of his spunk, sweet and salty at the same time,
as it passed over my tongue and slide down my throat.  All at the same
time, my body was reeling in orgasm.  My cum shooting out of my dick.
Feeling him sucking hard on my dick and swallowing my cum.  It was
orgasmic.

Neither of us showered.  We just turned off the lights, pulled the covers
over us and went to sleep.  It was almost midnight.

Tuesday, Nick went to work.  I stayed at home, cleaned up the apartment,
read, and worked on part six of this story.  It felt good to just hang
around and not have anything I had to do.  It was nice to be alone for a
while.  I listened to my IPOD on my new speakers.  I called Nick and told
him to meet me at my favorite place for dinner.

The rest of the week I prepared for the classes I'd be TAing, and started
reading for classes I'd be taking.  Nick worked and spent time working on
his bachelor's thesis.  We both agreed that it was the best week we had
since thanksgiving.  Nick was no longer stressing about my parents and
neither was I.  The reality of his brother's reaction set in and Nick felt
better having it out of the way.  He decided that he wouldn't tell his
parents until sometime before graduation.  We were finally students again,
doing what students do and being boyfriends.  We were having great sex.

We were invited to a party for New Year's Eve, but hadn't decided if we
wanted to go. Nick was going to work part of the day on the 31st.  The
night before, after we relieved each other's horniness, we decided we'd go
to the party but that we'd leave before midnight.  We wanted to start the
New Year alone, naked, drinking champagne, and then making love.  He
decided that we wouldn't have sex again until 2005.

Nick really got into it.  Friday morning he got up and made coffee and then
jumped in the shower.  I tried to climb in with him but he said no, and
laughed.  He said he'd be late for work.  By the time I was done with my
shower he was dressed and running out the door.  He kissed me and said,
"Don't you dare jerk off."  I laughed.  He loves these games.

He came home from work mid afternoon.  He talked me into a run; the steps.
It was raining but we ran anyway.  When we got home we raced for the
shower.  He wouldn't join me.

We went to the party.  The people at the party were mostly Nick's friends,
but I know most of them.  People were sitting and standing around talking
over the music.  Nick and I found the beer and started finding people to
talk to.  Before long he was off with some of his friends and I was left
talking to this girl I'd talked to before.  She was flirting.  Well, that's
putting it mildly.  She told me that she had been told that I'm a great
kisser, as she stared into my mouth.  I felt this anxiety run though my
gut.  She asked me if I was still single.  Another shot of adrenaline, my
stomach was roiling, the room suddenly felt hot.  I told her I wasn't
single.  I began to pray that it would end there.  It didn't.  I told her
that I was seeing someone at another school.  She then moved on.

Nick found me.  I told him what happened.  He said, "Did you tell her we
are boyfriends?"

I laughed, "You're kidding, right?"

"No.  Don't you want people to know?"

I laughed again, "Nick, how many beers have you had?"

"I'm not drunk."

"Maybe you shouldn't be doing this tonight."

"Why not?"

"I just think if you are going to come out of the closet you should do it
with people you trust first.  You know, one person at a time, rather than
announcing it to the world."

"I already told two people."

I laughed.  "Okay, who did you tell?" I asked, glancing around the room.  I
saw two guys looking at us.  I knew who he told immediately.  "Them," I
said.

"Yeah, they said they wouldn't blab it around.  Jimmy said he was jealous.
He said he always had a crush on you.  He asked me if it was true."

"What was true?"

"That you are huge.  I told him, `If 8.5 inches is huge, then he's huge'.
Jimmy said, `that's what I heard'."

I shook my head.  "Guys are weird."

"He heard it from a girl not a guy."

"Whatever.  You know everyone is going to know."  He looked at me.  "Not
about my dick, about you being gay.  You sure you're ready for that."

"Yes and no.  But I'll deal with it" he said.  I shrugged.  "I can't help
it.  I'm scared of people knowing, but I also want everyone to know."

"Maybe we should leave.  Maybe you should decide who you want to know when
you are not drinking," I said.

"What about you?  Do you want people to know?"

"I don't really care if people know.  That girl," I said, pointing to the
woman I was talking to, "said that she heard I was a good kisser."

"Yeah, right, what she heard is that you have a big dick."

"Whatever," I was getting annoyed.  "She asked me if I was dating anyone.
I told her I was dating someone at another school.  I could have said I was
dating a guy, but I worried about you.  These are your friends.  I really
couldn't give a shit if she knows that I am gay, but I worried about what
your friends would think.  I could have just as easily have said that you
and I are boyfriends.  I don't care if anyone here knows, but"

He was staring at her.  "I don't even know her."

"We should talk about this before either one of us says anything."

He said, "You really don't care if people know?"

"No, I don't.  I think after dealing with my parents, I don't care.  I
don't care if people know, and I don't care if they don't know.  I would
have liked to have said to her that you are my boyfriend, but I really
don't care.  It just feels weird not knowing what to say."

He nodded.  "You want another beer?"

"No, I'm good, I'm driving."  He walked away.  Jimmy and Ron walked up to
me.  They aren't boyfriends, but they are roommates.  I know them, but
mostly through mutual friends.  Jimmy is a really nice guy, really cute and
very smart; Ron, I really don't know that well.  He's very attractive and
very smart.

Jimmy held out his hand and we shook hands, then Ron did the same.  Jimmy
said, "I didn't know either one of you were into guys."

I said, "I didn't know he was either."

Ron said, "I think it's great.  I really like Nick, he's a decent guy."

I said, "He's really not out.  I don't care if people know that I'm gay,
but I think he's very confused, he wants people to know and he is also
nervous about it."

Ron said, "Yeah, I did that when I came out.  I just announced it to
everyone, like it was saying I'm a republican and expecting everyone would
be okay with it.  No, that's a bad analogy; I'd never tell anyone if I was
a republican.  Well, you know what I mean."

Nick joined us.  Ron said, "My boyfriend told everyone and a lot of his
friends were just fine with it, but some never had anything to do with him
again."

Nick said to Ron, "Who's your boyfriend?"

Jimmy said, "He's my brother.  He's in the law school here."

Nick said, "Oh wow, I met you brother, didn't I; at a party?"

Ron said, "Yeah, that's right.  Yeah, last year."

I asked, "Is he here now?"

Ron said, "Well, we spent the last week skiing with his family, so he felt
like he really needed to spend a few days focusing on the next semester."

Nick said to Ron, "Oh wow, you're a skier?"

Ron said, "Well, Jimmy and his brother are the skiers, and his family.
I've been learning."

Nick laughed.  "Jeff is a great skier.  I'm just learning.  I took my first
lessons a couple of weeks ago."

Jimmy said to me, "You ski?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said.

Jimmy said, "We should all go.  My boyfriend skies, too.  The six of us can
go some weekend.  Ron and Nick can take lessons and ski and we can head up
the mountain."

Nick said, "I received all kinds of ski stuff for Christmas.  We are going
at the end of January with Jeff's Uncle and his boyfriend and some of
Jeff's cousins.  Maybe, we can all go that weekend, or maybe another
weekend."

I smiled.  I said to Jimmy, "He's got the bug."

Jimmy said, "Yeah, so does Ron."

We talked for a while.  They were leaving early, too.  Ron was going to
hook up with his lover before midnight.  Jimmy said his boyfriend was
driving to meet him before midnight.  Jimmy's boyfriend is in a graduate
program at a nearby university.

As we were leaving Nick said to Jimmy, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

Jimmy put his arm around Nick and said, "Oh, and like we knew you were
gay."

We said goodbye.  Jimmy said he'd call and we'd definitely work out a ski
date.  He asked Nick and me if we'd be up for getting together with the
four of them for dinner sometime.  Nick and I said yes, definitely.  Ron
said, "How about tomorrow night?  We were talking about going out for
dinner, and then we thought we'd go to a movie or maybe rent a DVD or do
something."

Nick said to me, "You want to?"

I said, "Yeah that sounds great."  I was excited; skiing, gay friends who
are couples, skiing.  We exchanged numbers.

Ron said to Nick, "I didn't want to come to this party.  Jimmy talked me
into it.  I'm so glad he did.  It's nice making new friends."  Ron hugged
Nick and then me.

Jimmy said to me while they hugged, "Do you mind if I kiss your boyfriend?"
I smiled and said no.  Nick reached out to hug Jimmy and Jimmy kissed Nick.
It wasn't a wet kiss, just lips on lips, but Nick was surprised.  Then Nick
smiled and kissed Jimmy back and then went back to Ron and kissed him.
Then Jimmy and Ron kissed me and we said goodnight.  Nick was all smiles.

Jimmy shouted, "Do you guys like to dance?"  We both nodded.  "Great, about
once a month the four of us go to dinner and then go dancing.  We'll do
that, too."

They are both great guys.  They've been roommates since their freshman
year.  They are friends of a friend of Nick's. Jimmy has a boyish cuteness
to him, but he's very athletic looking.  Nick told me he played football in
high school.  He doesn't look like a football player.  He's about 5 11,
145-50.  He has a very strong grip and looks athletic, but is not bulky
like you'd think a football player might be.  If I didn't know he was gay,
I would have never guessed.  Nick told me that both Ron and Jimmy have very
high grade point averages and that's saying a lot when you are pre-med at
this school.

Ron is about 5 9, I'd guess, and about 135-40.  He's also very attractive,
but not boyish cute.  He looked like he had a very nice butt.

Nick asked me, "You really okay with joining them for dinner?"

"Yes, for sure.  I think it would be great for us to be making new friends
who are gay.  They both seem like nice guys, too."

Nick said as we drove home.  "I don't know Ron that well.  He's always
pretty quiet.  I guess I know Jimmy more, because he is more social."

"Did you know they had boyfriends?" I asked.

"I think I knew that Ron did, but I didn't know he was Jimmy's brother, or
maybe I did, I don't remember.  I didn't know Jimmy did.  I think at one
time I thought Jimmy was straight.  I knew a girl that either dated him or
wanted to date him.  I don't remember.  But, then I guess I heard he was
gay."

It was almost midnight when we arrived home.  We turned on the TV, open the
champagne and undressed.  At midnight we kissed, toasted, drank and then
kissed again.  I picked up the bottle of champagne and poured us another
glass.  Nick took his glass of champagne and then took hold of my dick and
put it in his champagne.  It was cold.  Then he drank his champagne.  I
laughed and then poured the champagne over his head and on his chest.  It
ran down his body.  He looked surprised but laughed.  He took the bottle
from me and poured the rest on me.

I said, "After I blow you I want to fuck you."

Nick said, "After I blow you I want to fuck you, too"

We sucked and fucked each other and then sucked each other in the shower.
Then we feel asleep in each other's arms.  Nick woke up first; he always
does, and made coffee.  We had our coffee in bed and then made love, again.
I fell back to sleep, but woke up when the phone rang.  I thought it was my
parents calling to wish us happy New Year, but it wasn't.

I got up and saw Nick pacing in his sweats.  The apartment was cold.  He
mouthed, "Matt".  I went back into the bedroom and put on my sweats and
socks.  I poured another cup of coffee and put bread in the toaster.

When Nick hung up, he said, "It was Matt."

"What did he want?"

"He apologized.  Can you believe it?  He said that I was right, that he's
been an asshole.  He said that he really doesn't think I am sick.  He said
that he thinks when my mother and father find out they are going to turn me
away.  But, he said that he wants to be my friend.  He said that he thought
that all we were going to have for family is each other.  He said he loves
me and doesn't know why he treats me the way he does.  He said, `Nickie,"
he hasn't called me that since I was a kid, `I really do love you and I can
be a good brother and a good friend, if you'll let me'."

"What did you say?"

"I said, okay.  I told him that I wasn't going to let him treat me the way
he's always treated me, anymore.  He said that he doesn't know why he's
been like that with me, but he said he's sorry.  He told me to tell you
that he knows you didn't make me gay.  He said he's just really confused
about it all."

"Well, that's cool," I said.  "He's confused, that's better than being an
asshole."  Nick laughed.

We turned on the TV.  Nick was looking for a football game but we watched
CNN about all the people who are suffering after the tsunami.  I guess all
that puts the bullshit about being gay into perspective, doesn't it?

Nick then found the Gator Bowl to watch.  I made us breakfast.  Jimmy
called.  He was at the video store and wanted to know if we had seen King
Arthur.  I said no.  He asked if we'd be up for dinner and then watching
it.  I asked Nick and he said yes.  Then Jimmy said that his brother's
favorite food was fresh mex. and had a restaurant that he thought was good.
I laughed and told him that was my favorite, too, and that Nick and I eat
there all the time.  So, we decided to meet there for dinner.

Nick sat and watched the game; the Gator Bowl.  I took FSU but had to give
ten points.  FSU won by 12 points. The winner gets blown. <wink>.  Since I
had the favorite in the Gator bowl I had to let him have the favorite in
the Rose bowl, so he took Texas in the Rose bowl, but he had to give me 5
points.  The winner of that game gets to fuck the loser.

I called my parents and wished them happy New Year.  Nick talked to the
both of them.  I decided to answer some emails and then work on this part
of the story.  This should be the last part of the story.

I asked Nick if he wanted to write something.

Sunday, January 3rd.  This is Nick.  I decided to write something.  He won
both bets; asshole.  Texas won, but by only one point.

I read this part of the story, and I guess I thought of two or three things
I wanted to say.  Jeff promised that he wouldn't change what I wrote unless
I agreed.

I wanted to say that he looks like Josh Hartnett, except his eyes are
bigger and set further apart.  His personality is nothing like Josh
Hartnett's.  Josh seems to be shy, and passive.  Jeff is NOT shy or
passive.

Jeff has let me read several of the emails people have sent.  People have
asked which one of us is the top and which is the bottom.  Jeff and I have
tried to make sense of this and how it applies to us.  If it means who gets
fucked then I'd say we are both tops and bottoms.  If it means who decides
what we do.  I'd say Jeff does about 70% of the time.  I can tell in about
30 seconds when we get in bed, if he's going to decide or if he wants me to
decide.  I can feel it in his body.  I'd say most of the time at night he's
more assertive.  When we make love in the morning he tends to be much less
assertive and just goes along with what I want.

Some have asked about having sex or making love.  I would say that most of
the times we make love, however, sometimes we do have sex.  The blow job in
the parking lot of McDonald's was pure sex.  It was so fucking hot I get a
boner every time I think about it.  The blow job I gave him after the Gator
Bowl was pure sex.  He sat down on the sofa and I got on my knees in front
of him and started sucking him.  I love sucking his dick, especially like
this, because he sits there and watches me sucking him.  When we do it like
this my dick gets so hard.  After about five minutes he said he wanted to
fuck my mouth so I laid down on the floor with him over me and then he
started fucking my mouth.  When he was close he said he wanted to jerk off
and cum into my mouth.  We've both done this to each other before.  It's
hot to feel cum shooting into my mouth and I don't swallow it until he's
done.  He cums a lot, so it's a big mouthful.  I sat in front of him and
opened my mouth.  He said he loves watching his cum fly into my mouth, then
he wants to see it in my mouth before I swallow it.  So he jerked and came
in my mouth.  I felt his cum hitting the back of my throat, my tongue, the
top of my mouth and landing on my teeth.  My mouth was a cummy mess.  He
wiped his dick on my tongue and then looked into my mouth.  Then I
swallowed it.  It took two swallows.  And then he put his dick back in my
mouth.  That was pure sex, no love making and it was hot.  Then, with my
dick hard, I went back to watch the Rose Bowl, and he went back to his
computer.  I was sure I was going to get to fuck him.

I couldn't believe it when I lost the second bet.  He was all smiles.  We
agreed that this was going to be just a fuck.  As we talked about how we'd
do it we both got hard.  His dick is a sight to see. (he's going to hate
that I said that) I don't know which is better.  Having an 8.5 inch dick,
or having a boyfriend who has an 8.5 inch dick.  Mine is only 7 inches, but
Jeff seems more than happy with it.

I finally suggest that he fuck me like he fucked my brother.  We moved the
sofa.  I laid down on the back of the sofa, face down, with my butt at the
end of the sofa.  I had to hold on to the sofa, I couldn't get both feet on
the floor.  It works out that my butt hole and his dick are at the same
height.  He greased up my hole and his dick.  My dick was so hard and
pressed under me.  I felt my face burning and I was nervous and very
excited.  In the story he described fucking me where he pulls all the way
out and then goes all the way in.  I told him to do that.  He was gentle
going in, but then he started fucking me.  I don't know how to describe
stuff the way he does but it was so intense.  My toes were curling.  He
made me lift up and then he put his hand under me and grabbed my dick.  His
hand was greasy.  I laid down on it again and he stared fucking me again.
My dick started moving through his hand as he fucked me.  I could have
stayed like this for hours.  The feelings were incredible.  I told him that
I was going to cum and it was going to make a mess on the sofa.  He just
fucked me harder.  I started to shoot.  When I came, I almost fell off the
back of the sofa.  He kept fucking me.  I think the neighbors must have
heard me groaning.  Then he said he wanted to cum on my face.  He pulled
out of me, I fell off the back of the sofa and was on my knees in front of
him.  I watched him jerking that beautiful dick and then felt his warm
spunk hitting my face.  I licked up what I could as he sat down on the
floor.  He said his legs were weak.  I went into the bathroom and looked
into the mirror.  His cum is pretty thick and white so it is easy to see
and move around.

Another thing I wanted to say was that he said something about watching me
undress and how much it turns him on.  I can honestly say I don't
understand it.  I've always thought that I am good looking.  I don't say
that like I'm stuck up.  But, I would never think someone would be turned
on by watching my get naked.  It feels great to know that he feels that
way.

He said that I always wake up first.  I know that he loves to be woken up
with coffee.  So, I set my radio alarm and put the volume very low.  It
wakes me up but not him.  Then I get the coffee going and climb back into
bed.  He's still sleeping.  Sometimes he's on his back and I uncover him
and just look at his naked body.  Sometimes he's hard, sometimes he's not,
but looking at him sleeping and naked always turns me on.  Sometimes he's
on his stomach.  His ass and his back are awesome to look at.  I guess it
must have been baseball, but he has the most beautiful back.  The muscles
in his shoulders and back and his butt are so hot to look at.  He doesn't
have big muscles, but you can see them.  I sit there looking at his naked
body while the coffee brews.  He says that the best way to start the day is
having someone wake you up with coffee.  Well, I say the best way to start
the day is looking at your naked, sleeping, hot boyfriend.  Sometimes I get
the coffee, get back into bed and wake him up by sucking his dick.  He
always smiles when I do that.

One more thing I wanted to write about is his dad telling Jeff's Uncle
Anthony about Jeff and I being boyfriends.  When I read what Jeff wrote it
sounded different than I experienced it.  The way I experienced it was that
I was starting to have an anxiety attack.  His uncle saw it and I was sure
he figured out that I am gay.  Mr. Hunter took control of what was going to
happen.  He said what he said and then told Jeff and I to leave.  Later,
Mr. Hunter and I talked a lot about it.  He told me that sooner or later
Anthony was going to hear about it, and he knew that he'd have a lot to say
about it, but behind Mr. and Mrs. Hunter's back.  So, now Anthony would
have to say it to Mr. Hunter's face or if the talked about it behind his
back, then Mr. and Mrs. Hunter would hear about it and then be able to get
in his face for not having the courage to say it to their face.

Mr. Hunter and I also talked about how difficult it would be to tell my
parents.  I felt very comfortable talking to him and felt really close to
him.  I can see the love they all have for each other and why they love
each other.

It was great meeting and talking to Cousin Anthony and his wife, Uncle
Bobby and Steve.  I am really looking forward to going skiing with all of
them.  I hear we did get a three bedroom condo.  It's cool that they are so
close.  It's like Jeff has brothers, rather than cousins.  I am nervous
about meeting Bill.  I guess that will happen some time.

Oh yeah, and there was all that food at Christmas dinner.  I don't think
I've ever seen so much food in one place at one time except in the dinning
commons at the dorms.  But, that food was terrible and this food was so
good.  It was more than good.  I couldn't believe that Mrs. Hunter could
make lasagna and meat that would taste that good.  We are still eating it.

We had a great time with Jimmy and Ron and their boyfriends.  Ron's
boyfriend, Jimmy's brother, is in the law school here and is a nut about
running like Jeff is.  He also has courses he runs.  He runs and does
crunches and push ups.  Jeff and he talked about their runs and said they'd
get together and run.  Jimmy and Ron complained that he calls them early in
the morning to run with him.  Jimmy and Ron and I were called tag-a-longs.
Ron said there's no way he's running steps.  We agreed that we'd all get
together and do a run.

Jimmy's boyfriend played high school baseball.  Jeff and he talked about
that.  Then we went to Jimmy and Ron's apartment and watched King Arthur.
It was good.  We had a great evening and Jeff and I decided that it was
going to be really great to have them as friends.  They seemed excited to
have us as new friends too.

I can't wait to go dancing.  Jeff and I never danced with each other.  I
saw him dancing at a party once with his ex-girlfriend.  I think I'll have
wood the whole time we dance together.  Jimmy said that's it's a lot of
fun.

I guess that's all I have to say.  A lot of you have said that Jeff and I
are lucky.  I think I am more than lucky.  Sometimes it scares me.



Hey, everyone, it's me again, Jeff.  I want to thank you for all your
support.  It's been great and it's been interesting sharing all this with
you.  Maybe, sometime in the future if anything great happens, like winning
the lottery, or if we come up with some unusual kinky thing that we do,
I'll add to this, otherwise, like I said before, I think it would be weird
to continue writing about us and besides, our lives will probably be very
boring, anyway. At least I hope so, in a good way.

I have a couple of ideas for fictional stories that might be fun to write.
I'll let you know if I do.