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"Well . . ." Keith laughed, resting an arm across Jak's shoulders, as they approached the apartment. "You made it home, with no more damage done than scaring that poor guy half to death when you nearly slid into him, as he was walking his dog. Jak grumbled, good-naturedly. "The dog, at least, had the sense to jump out'a the way. I was afraid the guy was gonna jump on the hood of the car," Jak grinned, turning to Keith. "Maybe me sliding through a red light, just as he stepped off the curb, might have had something to do with him getting irritated with me." "Y'think?" Keith laughed. "At least you slid in the right direction, and, aside from a few crude, and completely uncalled for, hand signals from the guy, things turned out okay. He was still shouting something "Ha ha," was the droll response. 'It's difficult to believe,' Keith thought, as Jak nervously fumbled with the keys to the apartment door, 'that he's the one with so much experience with guys! A porn star! Imagine, me hanging around with someone who fucks and sucks for a frippin' living! What must it be like?' Keith studied Jak, from his naturally broad shoulders, to his round butt and muscular legs. 'He's not what I would have expected. He's very good looking, sure, but he's not the overdeveloped, narcissistic poser you so often see in those sorts of videos. He told me the people who hired him aren't after that type. 'They're after average guys,' he'd said." Keith had wanted to snort amusement. 'You . . . average?' Now . . . if Jak could find the correct key to the door, he, Keith Massey, the average guy, whose goal in life is to be a mild-mannered CPA, would have a chance to kiss a porn star, who, quite by chance, is also the most wonderful man he's ever met. He has a fabulous sense of humor, directing his humor at himself instead of making fun of others. And . . . when he turns his entire attention, and his enormous blue eyes on you . . . 'It's enough to give me the sexual shivers, and cause me to behave like a giggling school girl. Well, not girl,' Keith corrected himself. When Jak smiles, he can light up a room; . . . and his laugh! 'Unselfconscious and carefree,' Keith thought. 'Full of unrestrained humor. 'Yet . . . there's something else . . . right beneath the surface. For all his wonderful qualities, there is something fragile about him. Is it insecurity?' Keith wondered. He'd tried to decipher the subtle signals Jak gave off during the entire time they'd spent at the coffee shop, and hadn't been able to come up with any idea of what might be the problem, or even if there is a problem. He returned his attention to the man wearing a leather jacket, with a red and blue scarf wrapped round his neck, and a red stocking cap pulled down over his ears. "I'm going bald," Jak'd complained, as a cloud of exhaled breath surrounded his face when he'd pulled the stocking cap on, as they made their way to their cars across the largely abandoned, ice-slick coffee shop parking lot. "I don't have lots'a hair, like you, to insulate my brain." While Jak attempted to find the correct key to the apartment door, from among those on an enormous key ring, Keith studied the man who had Jak turned, grinning in embarrassment. "It's gotta be one of these! This is my friend's apartment," he explained. "He shoved this keyring at me as he left on vacation. I don't know which key belongs to what. It looks t'me like none of 'em . . ." He interrupted himself. "Oh wait, it's this one!" He turned the key in the lock and swung the door open. "You're going to have to ignore the condition of the place. I could barely locate the bed in the room I'm using . . . there's so much stuff scattered around. None of it's mine, so don't assume I'm a slob." "If it's got a place for us to get cozy, I'll be happy," Keith managed to say, as he tried to stifle a shiver, glad the correct key had finally been located. "With the way it's begun to snow, I wouldn't be surprised if we don't get snowed-in." He smiled, as he brushed the accumulated flakes off his coat, and walked past Jak, into what looked like a department store Jak slammed the door shut. "My roommate's visiting his folks . . . in sunny warm Florida. So, it'll be just the two of us. He'll get back in a couple weeks . . . just about when I'm ready to head back." Keith handed Jak the bag of groceries and candles, then wrapped his arms around himself. The warm apartment made him realize how cold he was. "I swear, Jak, I'm so friggin' cold it's going to take you a long time to warm me up. I've got all night, though," he smiled, wondering if an extremity might be suffering frostbite. "I'm glad to finally be someplace that's warm. My friggin' pants are frozen to the hair on my legs! That's why I'm walking funny." "Uh . . . oh yeah," Jak mumbled, smiling absently, acting as if he was suddenly aware that the two of them were alone. He took the grocery bags he'd been handed, and made his way through the . . . debris . . . to the kitchen, where he shoved everything, bags and all, into the refrigerator. He grinned, as he pushed the fridge door closed. "If all that stuff could stand to sit in the back seat of my car "What's wrong?" Keith asked, as he crossed the living room to stand nearby. His answer was an embarrassed grin, and a bowed head. "I'm sorry. I feel like a fool, but," he made a vague gesture, "this is so different." He slid past Keith, and paced to the center of the living room. "I didn't used to be like this!" he protested, holding his arms out to his sides. "I never had all that many sexual-type encounters, but here I am "At work, someone would say, 'Soren, do this.'" He paused, looking sheepish. "That's the name they've given me . . . Soren." Jak turned away and bowed his head. "Y'see . . . I know how Soren would behave, in a situation like this. It's just . . . it's just, I don't know how Jak should behave. The two of us, Soren and me . . . we've become so intertwined, I'm afraid I'll start behaving like him, and not even realize it. I am Jak, not Soren! The problem is, I haven't had enough experience being myself to prevent myself from acting like . . . him. Being Soren's easy. Being my real self . . . not so easy." Jak raised his arms out "Nice name," Keith murmured, as he crossed the room. "But, Jak . . . really . . . you don't need someone telling you what to do, when you're around me," he murmured, his breath warm against Jak's cheek. "The two of us can learn together. How's that sound?" he asked, as his lips brushed Jak's, in the barest hint of a kiss, pleased when Jak responded with a whimper. "Can . . . can we go slow?" Jak asked. "Everything is always so rushed," he lowered his eyes, "at work, that . . ." He shrugged. "D'you mind? I'm wanting to have sex with you, but . . ." Keith stepped close and kissed Jak's ear. "I'm here for some romance. We can do the sex-thing later . . . after we've gotten to know one another some. Would that be okay with you?" Jak nodded. "Um, I'm sorry. You're prob'ly wanting . . ." "T'kiss you, and feel your warmth," Keith interrupted. He wrapped his arms around Jak, his ski coat next to Jak's leather. "Don't start worrying about what I'm thinking, okay? I'm not gonna go off and let you do anything I don't already want to do." He kissed Jak's earlobe, then his cheek, and finally his lips. "Ahhhh," Jak exhaled, his breath warm against Keith's face. "What did I ever do to meet someone like you?" "Maybe we'd be more comfortable if we got out of these heavy coats, y'think? I'm not wanting t'be naked, just more comfortable." "Um . . . yeah, sure," Jak mumbled, as he fumbled with the fasteners to his coat, his eyes never leaving Keith's. "You really are nervous about me being here, aren't you?" Keith asked, as he reached out and helped Jak out of his coat and scarf. Not knowing what to do with them, he tossed them both on a nearby chair, and quickly added his own to the pile of what might be last week's laundry. "There's no need to be frightened by me," he said, as he tenderly wrapped his arms around Jak's waist and drew him close. "Easy," he murmured, close to Jak's ear, tightening his embrace when Jak trembled. "It's only me. We'll be okay. You're not an object to me, handsome," he murmured. "You're a wonderful man who's told me he likes t'kiss." He held Jak until the trembling stopped and his rapid breathing eased. "You mentioned liking to kiss?" he murmured, as he nuzzled Jak's neck. "Uh huh." Jak's voice cracked, as he jerked a nod. "Well . . . funny thing," Keith whispered, as he nibbled on Jak's earlobe. "I like t'kiss, too." "Oh?" Jak's voice slid upward. "Umm hmm," Keith hummed, as he licked across Jak's parted lips, their breath mixing with one another's. "Ohhhhh, geeezzz," Jak whimpered, a moment before Keith's lips met his and he melted into an embrace. 'Oh, yesssss,' Keith sighed, to himself, as Jak's tongue slid into his mouth. 'This man is perfect.' When Jak pressed himself close, and began running his fingers through the hair at the back of his head, it was Keith's turn to melt "Ohhhhh, damn," he sighed, when they parted. "That was friggin' awesome. I could spend the rest of my life kissing you, my handsome friend," he said, as he ran a finger over Jak's moist lips, which quirked into a crooked smile, pleased at the words. "Um . . ." Jak said, still not quite sure of himself. "You . . . you were good, too." "I do have one suggestion, though," Keith said, his eyes twinkling. "Oh?" Jak asked, as he held Keith close, and rubbed his splayed fingers over the sweater which covered his friend's back. "Um hm." "Your wish is my command," Jak murmured, as he kissed a line across Keith's neck and jaw, ending at his lips, for another lengthy kiss, which left both men breathless. "Um . . . why don't you take the candles out of the refrigerator, so we can light them? Then, we can clear a spot on the floor, lay down a couple blankets and pillows, and do a little serious cuddling. This is so hot; m'knees have gone all rubbery." Jak looked over his shoulder. "I put the candles in the fridge?" Keith laughed. "Along with the groceries, yes. It's not a problem. You had your mind on other things." "I still have my mind on other things," Jak easily laughed, "I'm thinking about the guy who's the best kisser I've ever met." He tightened his embrace, pressing his and Keith's groin together. "He also smells friggin' fantastic," Jak chuckled, deep in his throat, as he raised Keith's arm and nuzzled the armpit through his shirt. "Hey!" Keith laughed, pulling away, as Jak began to loudly sniff. "It's not sweat you're smelling; it's our combined testosterone. It means we're super turned on. Of course, I don't have to smell the testosterone to know I'm excited. Having you hold me like you are, and feeling your erection pressed against mine, does it for me." Jak jumped back, instantly contrite. "Oh! I'm sorry! Here I was telling you I wasn't looking for sex, and, right away, look what I've done!" "Done? I love knowing you're as excited as I am!" Keith tenderly pulled the nervous man closer. "Listen . . . my personal porn star," he grinned, "You behave however you want. I'm tougher than I look. I won't break. We're both men; let's act like it. Tender's nice, but so is aggressive. I'd like to feel your weight on top of me as you mash your mouth against mine and attack my tongue." He grinned, as Jak pulled him close. "See . . . I'm no wimp." "Yeah . . . you're macho. Grrrrr." He nuzzled the crook of Keith's neck. "Your personal porn star." He chuckled, as he kissed an earlobe. "I like that. And . . . what do you want me to call you?" he asked, before seeking out Keith's tongue. Keith exhaled. "I like the sound of boyfriend." "Ohhhhh, I like that. My . . . boyfriend," Jak breathed, against Keith's ear. "My wonderful . . . sexy . . . handsome . . . boyfriend," he said, separating each word with a tender kiss. "The candles, handsome. I'm thinking that, once they're lit, we can lose a few of the clothes and turn out the lights." If anything, Jak's embrace grew tighter. "I don't want to let you go," he murmured, in an emotional voice. "If I do, you might turn out to be nothing more than a dream. I couldn't handle that. I've waited so . . . long." "Ohhhhh," Keith sighed, running his fingers over the short hair at the back of Jak's head. "You really have been lonely, haven't you?" The answer was nothing more than a slight nod. "C'mon, my handsome boyfriend," Keith murmured, backing away slightly. He brushed a finger over Jak's cheek. "Everything's great. Trust me. I'm not going anywhere." "But I am," Jak managed. "All I've got is three weeks before I have to go back," he mumbled, unwilling to meet Keith's eyes. "I don't have any control over things." "Shhhhh. We'll handle that, when it comes. We've just met. Let's not start talking about things happening weeks from now. Deal?" he asked, coaxing Jak's head up, with a hand beneath the chin. "Y'need to shave, y'know," he grinned, hoping to lighten the mood. "You're gonna give me whisker-burn. I can hear my mother now. 'Keith Massey,' she'll say, giving me a disapproving maternal once over, as she turns my head from side-to-side. You know the type? She'll have her hands on her hips, n'all, looking real stern. 'What have you been doing!' she'll ask. 'Your lips are all puffy, and your cheeks look like they've been rubbed raw!' She'll pause a second, then'll hold out a hand. 'Wait! Don't tell me. I don't want to know!' "'Well . . . y'see,' I'll say, ignoring her words, 'cause I want to tell her about you, so much. 'I met this wonderful guy, and we've spent the night together, swapping spit, surrounded by . . . candles . . .'" he hinted, the corners of his lips twitching upward. Jak looked toward the kitchen, then back. "Y'sure you won't disappear in a puff of smoke, or something?" he asked, doing his best to join in the lighthearted mood, which Keith was trying to create. "Yep, I'm sure. You're stuck with me. In fact, I'll follow you into the kitchen, and stay close enough to you that you'll feel my erection pressed against your butt cheeks. How's that for close?" "I can live with that," Jak grinned, finally banishing his bout of emotions. "From what I've already felt, I'm looking forward to the day when your dick and mine finally meet." He pulled out the bag "Once you find 'em, all we've gotta do is clear away enough stuff so we don't catch something on fire and burn the place down." "It really is a mess, isn't it?" "Naw. I'm sure I've seen worse . . . someplace," Keith grinned. "Maybe I have . . . well . . . prob'ly not. We'll just push everything to that side of the room. I'm sure your friend won't notice. We can scatter stuff around before he gets back. It couldn't look any worse than it already does." He stepped close to Jak and took him in his arms. "I can't tell 'ya how good I'm feeling right now. It's like I wanna open the door and shout out into the cold, telling everyone what a wonderful man I've just met." His breath was warm against Jak's face. "And, neither of us is gonna be lonely again." * * * "What the . . .?" Jak groggily complained, forcing his eyes open, as someone knocked on the door for a second time. "Tell 'em we already have some," Keith mumbled, as he turned onto his side, hoping for a few more hours sleep. He and Jak had spent the night in one another's arms, cuddling, laughing, telling stories, and kissing. Sometime in the middle of the night, Jak made some hot chocolate, which they took back to the living room and drank, as they sat side by side on the floor, leaning back against the sofa, enjoying the warmth of one another, and Even though they were excited by one another, neither sought release. The fact that they were together was enough, surrounded by the flickering light of more than two dozen candles, with the sound of soft music playing in the background. 'I could easily love this man,' Keith thought, as Jak lay on top of him, kissing his neck, face, and mouth. Jak's shoulders were strong, his muscles defined, without calling attention to themselves. 'I love the clipped chest hair,' Keith thought, as he lay at Jak's side, propped up on an elbow, and ran his finger over the stubble, pausing to tweak a nipple to firmness. 'I could love this man, but he's right. How are we going to handle being separated for weeks at a time, for the next three years? Now that I've found someone like Jak, I don't want to let him go.' There was another knock. "Don't answer it," Keith grumbled. "Let 'em freeze. That'll shut 'em up." "Who's there?" Jak shouted, still making no attempt to get up off the floor. He tugged at one of the blankets he'd dragged from one of the beds, and snuggled closer to Keith, hoping the intruder would go away. "It's your father! And don't tell me you're not decent," Steve laughed. "Open up! Your brother and I are cold." "It's ten o'clock in the frippin' morning," Jak grumbled, glancing at a nearby clock, as he stood, yawned mightily, and made his way to the front door, stepping over everything he and Keith had tossed aside in their attempt to clear a space large enough in which to lie down. "Who in their right mind gets up this early?" 'It's a snow day,' Keith wanted to shout. 'That means no visitors . . . not even fathers and brothers.' He turned over and pulled the blanket over his bare shoulders. 'Maybe they'll not notice me,' he grumbled to himself. 'I want Jak back!' Jak tried to blink his way to wakefulness, as he opened the door, letting in a rush of ice cold air and snow. "Close the door!" Keith complained, from where he lay on the floor. Steve and Rex hurried into the apartment, and Jak quickly slammed the door, looking from his father to where Keith lay on the other side of the sofa. "Whoa!" Rex laughed, as he looked over the sofa at Keith, who had propped himself up on both elbows, and was blinking and yawning. "Hey, guy," Rex stated. "What have you been doing? Your lips are all puffy, and it looks like you've got a serious case of whisker-burn." Keith pulled a blanket around his shoulders, as he struggled to a sitting position, and cast an irritated look at the brightly smiling . . . boy. "Somehow, I envisioned my mother saying that to me. You're Jak's brother, right?" Rex nodded, glancing from the blond man on the floor, to his brother, and, finally, to his father, who'd suddenly gone silent. Keith gingerly rubbed his fingertips over a raw cheek. "I told Jak he needed to shave, but," Keith shrugged. "You know how it is." "Um, actually, I don't," Rex grumbled. "Uh, you look . . . sort'a good, rubbed raw, like that." He paused. "At least you're not bleeding, or anything." "I think he looks pretty awesome, no matter what," Jak said, as he sank to the floor, at Keith's side, and accepted a corner of the blanket, which he quickly wrapped around his shoulders. He took Keith's hand, and linked fingers; then nodded toward the sofa, inviting his brother and father to have a seat. "Dad, Rex," he said, by way of introduction. "This is Keith Massey. We met yesterday, when I slipped on the ice, at the grocery store. He helped me gather up my stuff. Keith, this is my father, Steve, and my brother, Rex. Watch out; if you give him the slightest provocation, he'll strip off and wiggle his dick at you." "Okay." Rex stood, ready to unfasten his pants. "I look just like Jak." "I'm sure that's awesome . . . Rex," Keith laughed. "Maybe some other time, huh? I've not seen all that much of your brother. I'd like to get to know him better first." "You mean, you guys stripped down to your underwear, but . . . that's it?" he asked, incredulous. "I heard that sort'a thing happens to old guys." "Rex!" "What? I would'a got naked real fast. Then, I would have worked on the puffy lips and whisker-burn-thing. Naked's cool. So . . . did you guys shoot? If you didn't, what'd you do?" Before Jak had answered, Rex continued. "Geez, Jak, this place is a wreck. Did you guys have a clothes-throwing contest, or something? And, why all the candles? I've seen churches with fewer of 'em." Keith grinned, turning to the man at his side. "Geez, Jak, all that you lack in forwardness, your brother makes up for." "Jak!? Not forward!?" Rex hooted. "Are we speaking about the same guy?" "Okay, Rex," Steve warned. "Nice to meet you, Keith," Steve said, taking over from his unapologetic son. "I'm sorry for barging in on you guys. I didn't stop to think that Jak might have company." "I kind'a invited myself. He was so shy I figured I needed to take charge." Keith grinned, turning to Jak. "I'm glad I did." "But . . ." "Rex." "Oh, okay. I'll keep quiet." "My priorities and yours "You've watched him . . . perform?" Keith asked, looking from Steve to Rex. "Oh yeah! He is so friggin' sexy. Especially, when . . ." "Rex . . ." Steve warned. "Oh yeah," he grinned, looking like a slightly younger version of his brother. "So, how do you like my brother?" Keith tightened his fingers. "I'm thinking he's pretty great." He winked at Rex. "He's an awesome kisser, too." He looked around, then struggled to his feet. He rearranged himself in his briefs, smiling at the three men who were watching him. "Now, if you guys will excuse me, all that coffee and hot chocolate we had last night has finally caught up with me." He scratched his head, as he looked around. "I need instructions to find that friggin' bathroom, though! This place is a mess!" he grumbled, as he climbed over a pile of clothes. "Hey, Jak! I found that pillow you dropped!" "Dad?" Jak asked, when he heard the bathroom door close. "Is everything okay?" Rex looked from his brother, to his father, wearing a serious expression, as Jak continued. "Does me having Keith here bother you? You're acting like something's wrong. Something's not happened at home, has it?" Rex returned his attention to his brother, and spoke, giving his father a chance to think a moment. 'It should be obvious that something's wrong,' he grumbled "Geez, Jak. I'm so glad you're home. I've missed you." "And, I've missed you," Jak said, returning his brother's hug. "Y'think, before you have to head back south, that you might try giving me a little whisker-burn?" Rex hinted. "Keith sure seems to have liked it." Jak smiled. "I liked it, too. We'll have to see about whisker-burn, though. That sort'a thing takes quite a while." "Oh," Rex blithely said, as he grinned. "I've got time." "Everything's fine . . . with Rex and me," Steve interrupted "If you guys didn't have sex, why didn't you get enough sleep?" Rex couldn't help but ask. "We kissed a lot," Keith answered, as he returned to the living room. Rex's eyes widened, at the sight of the hair visible above the underwear "You're right about the whisker-burn, though," he nodded at Rex. "M'mother's gonna wonder what's been going on." He grinned. "I love it! She soooo wants to ask questions, but is afraid of what she'll hear. I've never looked like this, though. Next time, Jak, you're shaving first." Jak noticed his father's eyes, and the slight compression of his lips as he watched Keith speak. "Well, Keith, it was a real pleasure to meet you," Steve said, standing and extending a hand, returning a firm handshake. "As I was telling my son, we came by to invite him to breakfast, but, seeing as you guys haven't had much sleep, why don't we reschedule, when you both can join Rex and me? Sound good?" Thanks, Steve, um . . . both for your invitation, and . . .," Keith hesitated, "for your understanding. I look forward to getting to know both you and Rex better." "Yeah, me, too," Rex said, who abandoned his handshake with Keith, to give him a hug. "You be good to my brother," he said, then added, "I'm glad he's found someone as cool as you to hang with. By the way," Rex added, grinning. "I think you look awesome in that underwear. Y'might as well be naked." Jak looked toward the ceiling. "Aw geez." "Um," Keith grinned. "Thanks. Jak's told me he had an awesome brother and father. After meeting you both, I know he wasn't kidding." * * * "Okay, Dad," Rex said, as he and his father pulled into the restaurant parking lot. "Before we get out, you've gotta get something off your chest. Seeing Jak with Keith bothered you a lot, didn't it? Why?" Steve rested his forehead on the steering wheel. "It did. And Rex rested a hand on his father's back, and spoke in a gentle voice. "Dad . . . Jak needs to find someone his own age to hang with. He's lonely, down there in Florida. He needs some happiness when he's here. Happiness with someone other than me and you, I mean. We're family. He needs something more." There was a long pause. "So do you." * * * Jak held the apartment door open for his brother. He was half-way through what he had quickly come to think of as his three-week vacation away from work, and this was the first time he'd had a chance to spend some time alone with his brother. Their father was at work, and Keith was at school, studying for a big exam. He'd been spending so much time with Jak, he'd neglected his schoolwork, and was doing his best to catch up by spending long hours in the college library. Since leaving Florida, Jak'd become increasingly unsure of exactly what he wanted. On one hand, being home and meeting Keith had been the best thing to ever happen to him. On the other, he missed Florida, and couldn't figure out why. "I've never been happier than I am "He's every bit as nice looking as any of the guys Levi has working for him, so I can't be anxious to have that. And, I'm finally getting used to the cold. I don't like it, but I'm getting used to it. So . . . why do I feel torn?" he asked, not expecting a response. Rex perched uneasily on the edge of a chair. He looked at his brother, then turned away, as he chewed on his lower lip, uncharacteristically unwilling to make a comment. "Okay, Rex. You've got something to say, and it must be something you think I'm not going to like, since you haven't blurted it out. So, spill. You think you've got my dilemma solved?" "You're not gonna like what I have to say, and I don't want to ruin the relationship you and I have got going. Besides, I'm probably wrong, so maybe I should just keep my mouth shut." Jak heaved a deep breath. "Now I know I need to hear this." He studied his brother, prepared to face whatever it was Rex had to say. "Okay, tell me." "Well," Rex looked at his brother, uneasily. "You've always said that you're just an average guy, who loves fucking n'all, down in Florida, and you don't want to be treated special." "Yeah," Jak said, dragging out the word, on some level . . . already aware of where his brother's thoughts were heading. "Well . . . when you're home, that's how everyone treats you . . . just the way you've asked us to." Rex took an uneven breath, and seemed to steel himself. "Could it be that you kind'a miss the way you're treated when you're working with the guys in Florida? Sort'a? They treat you like you're a star. You'd have to be a strange character not to sort'a enjoy that kind of attention." Jak flopped black in his seat, and tilted his head back, feeling as if he'd been punched in the gut. "How'd you come up with that idea?" he asked, at last. "Did you and Dad talk about it?" Rex shook his head. "No. It's all mine, so if you're going to be pissed, don't look at Dad." Rex made a face. "So . . . are you pissed? I could be wrong, y'know. That's just what I think. In fact, I'm prob'ly wrong. I should have kept my mouth shut. I'll never learn. That's what everyone's always telling me. 'Rex, keep your mouth shut, and you'd be a much more likable guy, if you'd just keep quiet!" "Quiet, Rex." Jak mumbled. "Huh? Uh, okay." Rex sat back, doing his best to do as his brother asked. After a few moments, his fingers silently began tapping on the arm of the chair. Next, his foot began to nervously bounce, as he looked around. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. "I can't be still!" he announced, "especially when I might have made you angry. So . . . tell me . . . did I?" Jak slowly shook his head. "No, I'm fine. It's just that, sometimes, we don't like facing the truth. That's what you've just done . . . made me see the truth, and acknowledge a part of me that I . . . would just as soon didn't exist." "What? Why? Everyone likes to be told they're special . . . that they're doing a good job, n'all. Jak, I don't know if special is the right word t'use, so I'll use 'popular' instead. "Damn, but when I watch those vids of yours, I can just feel the strength of your personality. It reaches out and grabs me. When you're sucking on one of those guys, I almost feel like you're sucking on me. When you're fucking one of 'em, and I'm playing with my hole as I beat off, it's easy to believe you're fucking me. I want you to be doing those things t'me. I'm sure I'm not alone. I know Dad feels the same way. We've talked about it. You grab people, and you don't let go until they've shot a load. "And, I'm not saying all'a this because I'm your brother. That should make me more immune, if anything. I can't begin to imagine what a stranger . . . someone who doesn't know you . . . would feel. Something like what Keith feels, I'd bet. Your personality reaches out and . . . and . . . grabs someone, and screams, 'Look at me! Wouldn't you sell the family jewels to have a chance to fool around with me?' "Those guys who hired you, they felt it. So do the guys you're working with, and all of us who watch you. You're not special. You're friggin' popular, with a capital letter P." "Well . . . maybe, but . . . I'm not behaving that way around Keith. I'm just being me . . . not the super aggressive guy I am when I'm playing Soren. If your theory is right, why is he interested in me?" Rex spoke, as if to a slow learner. "Because . . . you're . . . a . . . wonderful . . . person, who also happens to be over-the-top sexy. Jak, you just ooze sex appeal. Have you ever noticed how people watch you?" "Huh?" Rex looked toward the ceiling and heaved a long suffering sigh. "Geez, Louise. He's blind as well as stupid! Well . . . I notice how people look at you, and I'm friggin' happy, 'cause I look enough like you that, in a couple years, people will be turning their heads to watch me!" He squirmed in anticipation. "So . . . you ooze sex appeal and all that other stuff you said about me?" "Thanks! And I'm only fourteen! Just think what I'll be like when I'm as old as you." "Heaven forbid. You'll have had four more years to fine tune your ego." "Yeah, exactly! Watch out world. Rex has arrived. Lock up your sons! "I hope I'm like you." When he saw Jak's puzzled expression, he explained. "When you're finished with a guy, they're ruined for life. They'll compare anyone else they'll ever fuck around with, for the rest of their life, to you." "Oh, come on!" "Well . . . maybe that's a little exaggerated, but not much. I know how I feel, and all you've ever done t'me is give me a frippin' hug. A hug, Jak! That's it! Now, when Dad hugs me, as great as it feels, I'm thinking that you do it better. What must those guys think who you've fucked?" "One. I've only fucked one. Well . . . two, only one for public viewing." "Okay, but you know what I mean. Jak, you're my brother, and I love you, even if you weren't doing what you're doing, but, to me at least, you are special. You always have been, and you always will be." He flopped back on the sofa and crossed his arms. "So . . . there it is . . . live with it." Jak studied his brother, who glared at him with a look he'd seen in the mirror, many times. Finally, he chuckled. "And, I love you, too. You're not my little brother any more, are you? Anyone who can say what you just did, isn't a kid; he's a guy I'm happy t'know, although I'm not sure about your analysis, both of me, and of yourself." Jak stood, motioning his brother to stand. "Y'gonna kick me out, or what?" Rex asked, as he reluctantly stood, nervously rubbing his hands over his jeans. "No," Jak said, as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his brother's waist. "No, I'm planning to ruin you for life." "You're gonna kick me in the nuts?" Rex asked, his voice rising, as it dawned on him what Jak was going to do. "No," Jak murmured, as he leaned closer and his lips met his brother's, in a brief touch. "I'm gonna do this," he added, as he met his brother's open mouth with his own, and tasted his brother's tongue, for the first time. This was not a brotherly kiss. This was a kiss, identical to the ones he enjoyed with the men down in Florida. In fact, as he pressed himself against Rex, and felt his brother respond, Jak realized that he'd yet to kiss Keith with the same intensity he was now using on his brother. And, it wasn't only him kissing Rex. His brother returned the kiss with the same aggressiveness. It was like a dam had been breached . . . for both of them. They kissed, separated for a moment, then kissed again, grinding their crotches together, as their hands explored one another's bodies. "Aw geez," Rex gasped. "I'm sorry, but I've gotta shoot. Can we . . . can we . . . at least jerk off together? That'd be so awesome, to shoot at the same time as you." Without answering, Jak dragged two dining room chairs close and faced them toward each other. "Strip. Then, sit." "Uh, yessir," Rex murmured, as he quickly began to shed his clothes, watching breathlessly, as his brother did the same. Within moments, they faced each other, naked, and erect. Jak sat on the edge of one chair, and looked at his brother, who was moving from foot to foot, as if waiting for instructions. "Sit," Jak ordered, nodding to the vacant chair. "Scoot the chair closer t'mine. Real close." Rex scrambled to do as he was told, completely under his brother's spell. He scooted the chair until it was within inches of Jak's, then stepped over it and sat, facing his brother. "Lube?" Rex murmured, looking around. "I . . . I'm gonna need something . . ." Jak nodded to a nearby table, where he'd left the bottle, then held out his hand. Rex looked at the bottle, then at Jak, wondering if he should squirt some in his hand, or give the bottle to his brother. When Jak made an impatient gesture, though, Rex decided to hand his brother the bottle. "Just sit back, and let me do the work," Jak murmured, as he squirted some of the slippery gel onto the palm of his hand. 'Damn, but he's hot,' Jak thought, as Rex spread his legs and leaned back, completely surrendering himself to his brother. Rex was at the stage in his life where he was no longer a boy, but neither was he an adult . . . although he could easily pass for someone older than he actually was. His penis was identical to Jak's, thick and straight, standing out from a dense pubic patch. Unlike Jak, who clipped his chest hair, and the trail leading to his pubes, though, Rex's newly developing spread of hair remained unclipped, a dark blond that matched his brother's. Jak wrapped one hand around his brother's erection. 'It feels as if I'm holding myself,' he thought, as he slowly stimulated his brother. Rex was squirming and groaning, wanting a quick release. Jak, on the other hand, wanted this time with his brother to last. 'It might never happen again, and I want us both to remember something more than a vague recollection of shooting quickly.' "Damn, you're hot," Jak murmured, as he continued to tease Rex with the slowness of his stroke. Rex groaned and tried to thrust forward, anxious to shoot. "Easy, boy," Jak cooed, as he fondled his brother's scrotum, feeling the testicles shift with his touch. "Play with my hole, Jak," Rex said, in a passion-filled voice. "I love t'have my hole played with." "Shhhhh," Jak smiled, as he pressed against his brother's hole "Aw geez!" Rex twisted, holding onto the seat of the chair with both hands, totally within his brother's spell. "Please," he whimpered. "Lemme shoot, pleeeeease," he groaned. Jak abruptly leaned forward and pulled his wide-eyed brother to him, heedless of the lube which he smeared across the younger man's back, as he buried his tongue in Rex's mouth. Rex wasn't a passive partner. Far from it. His tongue fought with Jak's, at the same time he reached between his brother's legs, and fondled Jak's erection. 'Aw geez,' the younger man thought, as he rubbed a thumb over the tip of his brother's penis, and felt the slick pre-cum. 'I never would'a guessed what this'd be like.' Any further thoughts were stopped, as Jak turned his attention from Rex's mouth and tongue, to his brother's cheeks, his ears, his neck. 'It's too much!' Rex thought, trying to catch a mental breath. 'I feel like I'm gonna fuckin' burst, and he wants to kiss my neck!' Before he could say something, though, Jak held Rex's head, with both hands, and attacked his mouth, until soon, both men's faces were wet with saliva. "Y'ready to shoot?" Jak teased, as he looked his brother in the eye and ran a finger up and down the length of his erection. "Y'gonna shoot a big load for me . . . Rex?" he added, squeezing the base of his brother's penis. "Uh huh," Rex nodded, limply leaning against the back of the chair and taking quick breaths. "Please, Jak," he begged. "Lemme shoot. I gotta cum . . . bad. Pleeeease." When Jak wrapped his hand around his brother's erection and began to slowly stroke, Rex arched his back. "Holy fuuuuck!" he gasped. "Aw geez." The slowness of Jak's strokes were exquisite torture. Twice, he brought Rex close to climax, then eased off, only to start again. Rex took a deep breath, and his eyes opened wide, as Jak pressed against his hole. During the next stroke, Rex jerked, his cock thickened in his brother's grasp, and his orgasm swept over him. His body jerked as he . . . erupted, and the first jet of sperm shot past his shoulder. Rex shot again, leaving a white trail over the hair of his chest. His body jerked a third time, as the next shot only made it to his navel, and the fourth oozed out and covered his brother's hand. While Rex was still catching his breath, Jak brought his hand to his mouth and slurped up his brother's sperm. Then, while Rex watched, wide-eyed, Jak pushed his chair away and knelt between his brother's legs and sucked on his cock until it was clean. Next, Jak licked his brother's pubes and chest. When he finished, he opened his mouth to show Rex his slimy tongue, then pulled his brother to him for a kiss, where they shared Rex's juice. "Damn . . . damn," Rex gasped for breath, when they finally parted. "I had no fuckin idea. None at all. "Now . . . your turn," he smiled, gesturing toward Jak's abandoned chair. "Sit," he ordered, in a voice very much like his brother's. "I may not do this real well, but I'm gonna do it," he mumbled, as he knelt on the floor between his brother's spread legs and engulfed Jak's drooling cock. Jak's eyes widened in surprise. "Rex . . ." he began. "Quiet," the younger man ordered, then returned to his brother's cock. Unlike Jak, Rex was unwilling to draw out the experience. He desperately wanted to taste his brother's juice. He had to taste it . . . now. As he sucked, he did to Jak what he liked having done to him, and, in only minutes, Jak burst into his mouth. 'None of the guys in Florida sucked nearly this well,' Jak thought, as he emptied himself into Rex's mouth. He felt his brother swallow once, then sputter, unprepared for the sheer quantity. The sight of his sperm escaping from the corners of Rex's mouth was more than Jak could handle. He pulled his cock free, shoved the chair aside, and knelt in front of Rex, licking up his own juice. Then, as he'd done earlier, he mashed his mouth against his brother's, and shared the result of their lovemaking.
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