We never did have the naked Olympic games, although there was some favorable talk about it; about what schools might be invited to take part. It just never came together.
Gradation was bitter sweet. We were looking forward to it, yet we dreaded it because we would be parting ways into an unknown future. The night before graduation, without being seen, we unscrewed the light bulb over our bunks. We discreetly stuffed our bunks with pillows and clothes and when the time was right we sneaked out of the dorm and headed for the cabin. We spent the night making love and holding each other close. Not having gotten much sleep, we were groggy when we got back to the dorm the next morning. We tried to sneak in but we got caught. Jase Conner was going downstairs to shower and met us on the stairs.
'Where the hell have you guys been?' he asked. 'You both look like shit.'
'We went for one last early morning run,' I replied quickly.
He laughed. I knew he didn't believe us but I wasn't sure he knew about us.
We graduated, perhaps without the fanfare of larger schools, but it was a grand affair just the same. Many parents were there, including mine. I was saddened that there were some boys who graduated literally alone. Chad was one of them. It angered me that his parents couldn't make it but my parents more or less took him under their wing.
The biggest surprise was when it was all over and people were dispersing. I was walking with my parents to where the cars were parked along both sides of the drive that circled the entire campus. I would go back to the dorm for my stuff, I would say goodbye to Chad then we would be on our way home.
As we approached my Dad's car I told him I had to get my stuff but he interrupted me.
'Oh, you can take your time with that, you're not riding back with us anyway,' he said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
I frowned. 'What do you mean? I'm taking a bus, or what?'
They were both smiling. 'That's your ride over there,' he said, handing me a set of keys.
Still with a frown, I looked around. The only car in the area where he was pointing was a big, shiny, black Suburban. I looked back at him, then the keys, then back at the vehicle, then back at my father.
'Dad....? Are you serious?' I choked through my laughter. 'Geezuss, Dad, what're you going to do for college?' I joked as I moved in to give them both a hug.
'This is it for high school and college, but we thought you needed this for college,' he said.
I cried on their shoulders. Through my tears I saw Chad standing off in the distance, half hidden by the trees, alone. I ached for him.
I straightened myself up and saw my parents off--they and Chad had already said their goodbyes. It was the strangest thing as my Dad and I were saying goodbye. Mom was already in the car and he and I were walking around the back of the car.
'I can't begin to tell you what this means to me, Dad, but I was sort of looking forward to riding back with you and Mom.'
He stopped at the back of the car. 'It's worked out best this way,' he said. 'This way, you will have the proper time to say goodbye to your friend.'
I thought it an odd thing to say and I must have showed it.
'He's lingering in the trees, aching to say goodbye,' Dad said.
'His parents didn't come,' I said.
'All the more reason...' He let his word fade, and I knew he was telling me something.
'Dad....?' I said with my head cocked. 'Does Mom know?'
'I don't know, we haven't talked about it. I wasn't sure myself till I saw you two together. Thought this would be a good time to let you know it's okay.'
I looked down at my feet, my lips tight, fighting back my emotions. I said, as I looked up at him very slowly. 'Dad, I want to tell you I love you, then you need to get in the car and drive away before I fall apart.'
He smiled--there were tears in his eyes--then he walked around and got in the car. I stood and watched them drive off. I didn't wave till I saw my mother look back and wave. I watched them drive out of sight then I looked at Chad. He hadn't moved from the spot.
We walked toward each other.
'What's up? How come they left without you?'
'I'm driving back by myself.'
'Driving what?'
'That,' I said, pointing to the SUV. 'My parents drove separate vehicles so they could deliver it'
'No fuckin' shit! My parents don't even show up and yours bring you an SUV!'
'I'm sorry your parents didn't make it.'
'Don't worry about it. Let's check this baby out.'
I handed him the keys. He got in and started it up and tried all the knobs and bells and whistles, smiling the whole time. He was truly happy for me despite his own disappointment.
'We better get your stuff,' he said as he turned the SUV off and tossed me the keys.
'What about your stuff?'
'It's already loaded in the van.'
'I could drive you to the station,' I said.
'Thanks, but I want us to part here,' he said.
We walked over to the dorm and went upstairs. It was eerily quiet. We went back to our bunks where my stuff was laying on mine. I left it there and turned to him.
'I don't know where life is going to take us, Chad, but I want you to know....'
'Wait, wait. You sound like you're saying goodbye.'
'Well, it can't be like it was. We've got college ahead of us, and we'll have jobs.'
'Nothing can ever be like it was. But I'm not saying goodbye to you. We got together last summer and we'll get together this summer.'
'I hope we can.'
We stood looking all around the dorm.
'I wish we could live that first time again,' he said.
'If there was time...,' I said. I took hold of his hand. 'I want to kiss you, Chad. It doesn't have to be a goodbye kiss....but a parting kiss.'
'You weren't going to get out of here without it,' he said. He put his hands on my hips and drew us together, his manhood pressing hard against mine.
We pulled each other in tight and melted into a hard, passionate kiss; writhing together, moaning, devouring each other. I kissed him till I drew the passion out of him and he drained my emotions.
'If we stay here, I'm going to throw you on your bunk and give you one last fuck,' he said, breathlessly.
'Then I would have to throw you in my SUV and drive you to the station. Let's lock the door and do it,' I said.
'Godd, Justin, you don't know how tempting..... but they would come looking for me. We can't.' Then he gave me another quick kiss and said, 'Let's go,' and picked up my bag.
I picked up the box of my stuff. At the landing he stopped.
'What? Did we forget something?' I asked.
'I gotta have one more feel, so I don't forget,' he said as he dropped the bag and groped the front of my cargo shorts with both hands. 'Ohh, fuck, yeah, you're so fuckin' hard.'
'Chad....Chad, if you don't stop now, you're going to have a whole lot to remember, cause you're gonna make me cum in my shorts.'
'That would be funny,' he said, laughing. He groped again, then gave me a quick kiss and picked up my bag.
We loaded my stuff into the SUV. The guys without a ride were gathered around the van.
'Looks like you're getting to take off,' I said.
'Yeah. Aren't you going to walk me over?'
'I can't.' I smoothed my hands down over the very obvious protrusion in my shorts.
Chad grabbed me by the arm and pulled me around behind the SUV. 'Take it out, I'll take care of it for you.'
'What?! We can't do that here!'
'We can, and I will,' he said. 'We should've done it upstairs. We can ago back upstairs, say we forgot something.'
'They're loading up. There's not time for both of us to...'
'Who said anything about both of us? I said I would do you. It would be so neat to spend those hours on the bus with your cum inside me. It wouldn't be such a long, lonely ride; I would have you with me. Come on.'
He was pulling me around the SUV, and then he let go of my arm and ran towards the dorm. I ran after him. I didn't know if the others saw us or not. We dashed up the stairs and Chad locked the door behind us. It was one of the few times I'd ever known the door to be locked.
'Come on, back to our bunks,' he said. 'Back where it all started.'
At the end of the room we stood between our bunks and he tore at my shorts to get them down. They fell to my ankles and he pulled my briefs down as he went to his knees.
'Godd, I love this cock,' he said as he took me in his mouth.
I stood there, suddenly mesmerized at the sight of his handsome, tanned face moving back and forth, watching my cock appear and disappear in and out of his mouth. He boggled my mind; I'd never seen him like this.
'Godd, I love it,' he gasped as he paused to stroke my cock. He looked up at me. 'I love you. We can't be long.....give me your load to take with me.'
'Ohh, Chad, I wish.....'
'Don't wish. Just give it to me. I'm not leaving without it.'
He sucked me furiously, like a hungry wolf on a piece of raw meat. My cock felt like a bar of steel, my balls ached for release. Godd, I was going to drown him when I came. I was trembling with lust, and fright that someone would come looking for us. I didn't think he would stop even if they did, till I gave him what he wanted. It seemed like it went on forever. I wanted it to, so maybe I willed it to be so.
We timed it just right. 'Chad....fuck, man, I'm gonna cum!'
'MMmnnnn,' he moaned, nodding, as he continued to suck me.
Seconds later I exploded. I was unloading what felt like the cum of the century when I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Chad didn't stop. He clasped his hands tightly around my butt to hold me in place. I didn't think I was going to stop cumming. The footsteps were coming closer; I heard the clomp on the landing.
'Chad, someone's coming!' I gasped.
He nodded and kept sucking. I was still cumming!
'Chad....!'
'Hey, you guys up here? The van's ready to leave!'
He jerked off of my cock and stood up and I scrambled to get my clothes pulled up. He was smiling a goofy smile as he was swallowing my cum. He waited till I had my shorts done up then headed for the door. Whoever had come up the stairs was trying to come in.
'Yeah, Justin thought he forgot something,' Chad said as he unlocked the door.
'Why's the door locked?'
'Must've swung shut and locked itself,' Chad said. Godd, it sounded lame.
'Yeah, right.'
I came around from the bunk.=
'Had to get in one last time, huh,' the boy said.
'What do you mean?' Chad asked with a scowl.
'Come on, you don't think everybody knows you guys have been lovers all fuckin' year?'
'What the fuck are you talking about?' I blurted as I approached them. I tried to sound shocked and pissed but it didn't come out that way.
'Come on, we gotta go,' Chad said, and started down the stairs.
With that, it was dropped, for the moment. We walked to the van. Most of the guys were loaded. I followed Chad around to the side. The back looked full; he was apparently going to ride up front.
'Come on, we're loaded and waiting,' someone said.
'Yeah, we're loaded and they're upstairs unloading.'
Suddenly things were getting hairy; I was hearing things that I had no clue anybody knew about. My face was feeling warm and Chad had a funny look on his face. He put out his hand and I took it.
'Well, see you, buddy,' he said.
'Yeah, have a safe trip back,' I said.
It was awkward.
'That's it? You're shaking hands? Aren't you going to kiss him goodbye?' someone said.
It was like somebody had poured a bucked of cold water over me and the heavy shroud of pretenses was suddenly washed off. My face had even cooled. Chad had sat in the passenger seat, facing out, one leg slung out over the edge of the seat. Our eyes met and it was like we were seeing each other and the world in a whole new light. I felt a warm flush go through me as he rose up out of the seat.
'Yeah,' he said huskily. 'Yeah, I am.'
Oh, Godd, he's going to do it! He's going to kiss me right here in front of everybody! The thought barely flashed across my brain before he was wrapping his powerful arms around me, pulling me in tight against him and his mouth smashing against mine. I met his passion; I kissed him back with everything in me Every fiber of my being trembled and I felt his cock getting hard.
I was aware of the whooping and applause only as we were coming down from the kiss. I didn't know if Chad was even aware of it. We parted but held close and his eyes were so fixed on mine that it was like we were alone in the universe. He kissed me again. The blast of the horn broke us up and we stepped apart. The applause was still going on.
'About fuckin' time.'
'Fuck, that was hot.'
'Hey, let's try it.'
'Get the fuck away from me.'
Chad was smiling and his eyes were wet, I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or emotion. He leaned forward and planted another kiss on me then got in the van, his hand on the door to close it.
'We better get rolling before he throw shim over the hood and fucks him,' somebody said.
I stepped back from the van and Chad closed the door. The gravel crunched under the tires.
'Until!' he said as the van was pulling away.
'Until!' I said back. I stood and watched the van go down the drive. The turn signal came on and I watched it pull out onto the road. I stood till it was out of sight. Suddenly, I felt empty, and more alone than I'd ever felt in my life. I looked all around and saw one lone vehicle; my new SUV. I was the last to leave
So we graduated and went our separate ways. We stayed in touch by letter and phone--we even had phone sex once--and we got together over the 4th of July as we'd planned. It was a roller coaster of emotions, from hot, raw-even rough--sex, to tender lovemaking. We professed our love many times, often in terms of desperation, as if it might be the last time we would be together.
We got together twice that summer before we went off to college. We saw each other over Christmas, but not spring break. It was like that each year, twice over the summer and at Christmas. It was like we were on a schedule. It wasn't enough but it was all we had. It wasn't enough for Chad and it didn't come close to meeting my physical needs. We had talked about it and agreed that we wouldn't, probably couldn't remain 'faithful.'
I wasn't promiscuous but I got my share of sex. I didn't play college sports but I befriended one of the jocks from the soccer team and he and several of his teammates provided me with all the sex I could handle. I spent many nights in their dorm.
Chad wrote that he was doing okay, too. I didn't doubt it. We spoke on the phone from time to time but our conversations seemed uncomfortable at times. We seemed more ourselves in our letters. I liked it, too, that I could reread his letters.
We didn't make it to each other's graduation; they were on the same weekend. He called me but it was short; there was too much going on. His parents gave him a trip to Europe for graduation and I took a job at one of the companies where I'd served an internship so the summer following graduation turned into the fall and then winter, and we didn't see each other. It seemed our lives had been taken over by the total reality of living.
I never stopped loving him, but time made it easier not to miss him so much. It was the next Fourth of July before we got together again, and again over Labor Day, and the passion was still there but I felt the love was waning. Not mine; his. I felt his passion was laced with raw lust. It made for great sex, but the aftermath was left wanting.
We didn't talk much on the phone. We still wrote letters, and then I wrote letters, without getting a reply. I didn't call him to see what might be wrong. I was afraid to. Then one day I got a notice from the post office that I had mail that had to be signed for. I drove to the post office and signed for fat, heavy duty mailer from someone named Madeline Ford.
I didn't know anyone named Madeline Ford. I sat in my truck and pulled the zip tab on the mailer with a feeling in my gut that this was not good news. I dumped the content on the seat beside me; a bundle of letters tied with a ribbon and several other letters and envelopes. I flipped through the letters in the tied bundle; they were my letters to Chad. I sorted through the loose ones and found the last three that I had written to Chad, unopened. There was a plain blue envelope and another letter addressed to me bearing the return address of this Madeline Ford. My hands trembled as I opened it. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Dear Justin:
We don't know each other but I feel I know you from listening to Chad talk so much about you. By way of introduction, I am Madeline, Chad's fiance.
I went numb. My eyes seemed to freeze and I couldn't make them focus to read any further.
Fiance!?!? When? How long? When was he going to tell me this little bit of news? The pages shook in my trembling hands and I had to lay them on the steering wheel.
Chad and I were to be married in October. It was to be a simple and very private affair. We were going on a cruise and be married on the ship.
It wasn't to be.....we were.....why was she writing in the past tense?
It was not to be. Chad was killed in a car crash two months ago.....
The words trailed off in my head, as if my brain was refusing to process them. 'Oh, God! God, no,' I breathed. I stared at the words, I read them over and over again till they began to come back into my reality. I didn't want them there but they came back.
I was permitted to go retrieve my personal things from his apartment, with his mother, and she asked if I would help her go through his things. I came across these letters and thought you might want them. You understand now why the last ones were not opened. The others, along with a few notes that I had written him, were found in a very nice treasure box that he had apparently bought just for their safe keeping. Unless you want the chest, I would like to keep it. Let me know, and if you do want it, I will part with it and send it to you. Somehow, I feel you have as much right to it as I do; I am being selfish.
I was reluctant at first to mention this, but I shall. There was one letter from you, laying open, on his nightstand where he had apparently been reading it. With it was a letter he had started, to you. I thought you should have it as well. I must admit, with some guilt and shame, that I read them both. I also read part of one of your other letters to him but guilt overtook me and I put it away. I do not regret reading what I did, though.
I did not know the extent of Chad's relationship with you. Nothing in his words or actions gave a clue that he might have been bisexual. So I didn't really know his true sexual orientation, but he was totally straight for me. He was an incredible lover. He was apparently so with you as well. You should know that I was very surprised but I am not upset about this. Had he lived and had I known what I know now, I still would have married him. I loved him, and he loved me. He loved you as well, and I know you loved him. I loved him enough that I would have shared him with you if that made him happy, and I hope you might have felt the same towards me.
I don't know if we will ever meet but it is a comfort to know that you are out there and were such an intimate part of Chad's life. It brings me comfort that he found such happiness before me.
With deep respect and gratitude,
Madeline.
PS. I went through everything of Chad's as thoroughly as possible to insure that there was nothing 'unseemly' that his mother might find. I found nothing 'incriminating.'
I sat staring at the top of the steering wheel, numb from shock. It was supposed to be 'Until.' I heard the words but didn't know I had spoken them; they seemed to come from far off. Then I came to and the reality of it all washed over me and I began to tear up.
'It was supposed to be until, dammit, not never.' I felt the emotions swelling up inside me but I fought them down. I didn't want them to emerge; I didn't know what they would be--anger....hurt--I just didn't know, and I didn't want to find out.
Gradually, as it soaked in, I felt my world crumbling in slow motion around me, till I felt crushed. I was aware of people coming and going but I didn't know how long I sat there. The pages of the letter fell from the steering wheel onto the floor. I picked them up, folded them carefully and put them back in the envelope. Then I gathered everything up and put it back in the mailer, including the unopened blue envelope.
Life went on although there were times when I felt it was passing me by. I never got over Chad. Maybe I never will; but time makes it easier to think about him.
I wrote Madeline a thank you note, nothing more, and we never corresponded.
Dear Madeline,
You can keep the treasure box. Thank you for sending me the letters, and thank you for loving him. I had no clue either. I wish things had worked out differently so we might have shared him. I believe he had enough love to share.
Other than the empty hole in me, my life was going well. Life was not fair to many of my sex partners who even became lovers who in my mind had to live up to Chad. None of them ever did; perhaps because I would not allow it. I had a lot of great sex but I avoided any serious involvement. I think the idea of becoming involved frightened me.
Nearly eighteen years after graduating from Benford I was in that part of the country on vacation; close enough that I felt I would regret it if I didn't take the time. There were second thoughts....I passed the road sign pointing the way....but the prospect of regrets made me turn around and go back. There were flutters in my stomach as I approached the turnoff. The flutters became pressure that moved up into my chest as I went up the drive that circled the school.
The place looked well kept, the grounds neatly trimmed and it looked like fresh paint around the windows, and I wondered, could it still be in operation as a high school?
Along the back of the drive I parked in front of the kitchen side of the dorm. A shirtless youth on a riding mower was making the last swath along the far side of the grounds on the opposite drive. He finished the swath as I was getting out of my car and drove the mower to a nearby shed where he parked it. He was very muscular for someone his age, I thought. When he got off the mower I saw that he was more than shirtless; he was pretty close to naked. Besides heavy work boots and a baseball cap all he wore was the tiniest shorts I'd ever seen. The light khaki tan material was dark in his crotch and along the waist from sweat. The shorts rode low on his hips, well below his navel, and so high on his thighs that there was no leg to them. The front bulged with his manhood, which but for the way the shorts hugged his upper thighs, surely would've fallen out.
He was absolutely a mountain of muscle on the move as he came toward me, muscles rippling everywhere, especially his abs which were exposed clear down to number seven and eight of the eight pack. My Godd, he was stunning!
He seemed even more muscular up close yet he was lean and tall so he didn't look like a freaky bodybuilder. He was just in damned great shape. He looked younger than I thought. He smiled, and suddenly it struck me.
I took it all in again in one sweeping glance; the body, the walk, the cocky smile, a weird feeling swept over me....I did the math....and remembered the scandal of the farmer's daughter.....!
This was Chad walking toward me! He was more muscular than Chad had been, with tree trunk thighs and heavily muscles shoulders; he was Chad enhanced. But no, I remembered he said he used a condom....and he said there was only that one time. It was Brock who got the girl pregnant. I tried to see Brock in the youth who stood before me, but for the muscles, this wasn't Brock.
'How can I help you?' he asked cheerfully as he tilted his cap back off a shock of dark blonde hair. The way he stopped moving he reminded me of a young stallion, still so powerful, at ease. I had to take a quick breath to prime my voice.
'I was passing by and decided to stop. Does the place still operate as a school?'
'No, no, they closed it down several years ago, over some scandal about the headmaster and some of the boys. Did you go to school here?'
'Yes. It was a long time ago. What's here now?'
'Nothing. It just stands empty. Some of the neighbors pay us to cut the grass and keep things up so it don't look run down and ruin the looks of their property. When did you go to school here?'
'It was eighteen years ago when I graduated.'
His face lit up with a big smile. 'Maybe you knew my Dad, he went to school here.'
I was looking him up and down, trying to keep from drooling. 'I...think I...might have. Was his name Chad?'
'Yeah. You did know him! That's neat as hell!' he said excitedly.
Just then another boy came around the corner of the building. I did a double take that must have showed on my face.
The boy laughed. 'Yup, there's two of us,' he said. 'That's Tom. I'm Taylor. Hey, Tom, this guy went to school here; he knew our Dad. What's your name?' he asked me.
'Justin.'
'This is Justin.....this is my brother, Tom. As you can see, we're twins.'
'You're also clones,' I joked.
'No, shit, you knew our Dad?' Tom asked excitedly
'Yeah, he knew his name, without me telling him,' Taylor said.
'Bet you could tell us stories about him,' Tom said.
'I could but it's not good to tell tales out of school,' I joked.
'Hey, would you like to go inside and have a look around your old dorm?' Taylor asked.
'No kidding, you've got keys to let me in?'
'Well....we don't exactly have keys,' he said, looking at Tom.
'When we were doing some work inside we jimmied the side door to the kitchen so it wouldn't lock us out,' Tom explained. He was already walking towards the door.
They led the way through the kitchen and dining area and up the stairs. It was a bit of jolt to walk into the dorm after so many years with the bunks still there, minus the clutter, still with mattresses and pillows but no sheets or pillowcases. It was even more of a jolt when Taylor walked down the aisle and stood the other end between the bunks. I sort of choked up; I was watching Chad walk down the aisle!
'Well, does it still look familiar?' he asked.
For a few seconds my breath wouldn't come. Familiar? Godd, if he only knew how much he looked like his father.
'Yes, except for the clutter,' I replied.
'We sometimes sleep up here,' Tom said 'It's fun to lie here in the dark and imagine what it was like when our Dad stayed here.'
'Yeah, we've often wondered which bunk was his,' said Taylor. Ironically, he had moved down the aisle and stood right beside it.
'That one right there, mine was right beside it,' I said.
It was funny the way his face lit up.
'No shit! Now we know, Tom. We can take turns sleeping in it,' he said excitedly.
'Or sleep in it together; that would be neater,' Tom said as he moved past me to join his brother. They stood on either side of the top bunk, rubbing their hands up and down the mattress, as if they were connecting somehow with the boy who was their father.
I walked down the aisle, past them, and stood between mine and Chad's bunks.
'So, you and our Dad were buddies,' Taylor said.
'Best friends.' I wished I could be alone in the dorm, and lie on my bunk, or Chad's, and be alone with my memories. I started to go on but I stopped short; I didn't want it to lead to me having to tell them their father was dead.
'We never saw him or heard from him,' Tom said.
'We don't even know what he looks like. Mom never got any pictures of him.'
'Just look in the mirror,' I said. 'Or at each other.'
They both smiled. 'No kidding? 'We look that much like him?'
'You look just like him,' I said as I pulled out my wallet. I opened it to the few pictures I carried, to the two I had of Chad. One was of him in a suit and tie, looking more handsome than any guy had a right to. The other one was in running shorts and sneakers.
'Dang, look at this, our Dad was a total stud,' Tom said, showing the pictures to his brother.
'Well, fuck, I sure can't blame Mom for going for him,' said Taylor.
'Shit, if he wasn't our Dad, I could go for him,' Tom said.
'Hey, if I'm not being too nosey, was there any of that stuff that went on when you were here, like between the headmaster and the guys?' Taylor asked.
I wasn't expecting that, and it jolted me a little. I hesitated.
'It's okay if you don't want to say,' Taylor said quickly. 'I was asking because...' He suddenly cut himself off, I thought because of a look he got from his brother. It piqued my curiosity. What did they know?
'Because why?' I asked 'Tell me why you were asking and I'll answer your question.'
'We don't know where the gay and straight genes come from, but we've often wondered, about....you know.....'
'Your father,' I finished for him.
'Yeah,' they said, nodding.
'We've just wondered about our Dad....if he was gay or straight, or somewhere in between,' said Tom.
I didn't know how to answer them. My head wasn't clear. I was still reeling from learning that it was Chad, not Brock who fathered these two young studs.
I wanted to tell them that their father was straight as they come; I thought it was what they wanted to hear.
'It doesn't make any difference, really; where the gene comes from, or if he was gay or straight,' Taylor said. 'We got different genes and it works out for us.'
I must have had a questioning look on my face. The boys glanced at each other and it was a silent communication between them. They grinned, and that turned into a quiet chuckle belly laugh that caused their incredible abs to ripple, but neither of them said anything
'So that stuff that caused the scandal, I guess none of that went on when you were here,' Tom said.
'The only scandal was when your Dad got your Mother pregnant,' I said. 'It got kind of hairy.' I went on and told them about the farmer marching into the classroom with a shotgun. They roared with laughter while I was treated to a symphony of bare, rippling muscles.
'So our Dad almost got his balls blown off,' Tom said, still laughing.
'We didn't know who was going to get what blown off, but it was pretty tense,' I said. 'But actually, it was another boy, not Chad, who we all thought got her pregnant,' I said. 'His name was Brock. He all but admitted to it, and he must have thought it was him because he left school and he never came back for his senior year. That's the reason I was so surprised to find out it was Chad. The reason you never heard from him is because he was sure he didn't do it. He admitted to being with your mother but he said he used a condom; the other guy didn't.'
They seemed to be satisfied but I was still curious. 'Can I ask you a question now?'
'Sure,' Tom said.
'A minute ago when we were wondering about your Dad being gay or straight....you said, it works for us. I didn't catch what you meant.'
They both smiled again.
'You wanta tell him?' Taylor asked.
'I guess it wouldn't hurt,' Tom said.
'Well, we, uh....well, we're twins, but we're not what you would call really identical in all respects,' Taylor said.
'I'm gay, he's straight,' said Tom. He glanced at his brother and they were both smiling. 'So, it works for us,' he said.
'Oh, I see.'
'Now, can I ask you another question? Actually, I already asked it and you sort of skipped over it,' Taylor said.
'What? I didn't mean to,' I said.
'Well, when I asked you if any of that stuff that caused the big scandal ever went on when you were here, you said the only scandal was when our Dad got our Mother pregnant. That didn't really answer the question, did it.'
'No, it didn't,' I said.
'No, it didn't answer the question? Or no, that stuff didn't go on here.'
'It didn't answer the question. Yes, some stuff like that did go on when I was here,' I said. It was easier to answer truthfully because it was a long time ago, but more, because of the boys admission of their sexual orientation, and I was suddenly hopeful that this all might lead to something.
'But you're not going to tell us what. Like, was our Dad involved in anything like that, do you know?' Taylor asked.
'Yes.'
'No shit! He was! Do you know that for sure?' Tom asked excitedly.
Everything was out in the open, I thought it was okay to say it. 'I should know. He fucked my brains out on more than one occasion.'
The look on their faces was priceless and they broke out laughing and high fiving each other.
'No fuckin' shit! That's hot as hell! Are you going to tell us about it?' they asked excitedly.
'Do you guys happen to know about an old shack back in the woods behind the school grounds?' I asked.
'Yeah, man! We've fucked around back there lots of times before we started using the dorm,' Tom said.
I told them about Brock discovering me and Chad in the act, and him fucking us, and about him fucking us in the weight room.
'So, our Dad was gay, too,' Tom said, sounding a little proud.
'I think he was Bi. The gay stuff was more experimenting around,' I said. 'I know he didn't reciprocate much. In fact, the last I heard, he was about to get married.' I stopped there; I didn't want to tell them the whole truth.
Luckily, they didn't ask for it. They were eating up what I was telling them....and responding physically. Their shorts bulged with their obvious hardons.
'Fuck, man, is it perverted to get a hardon hearing about your own Dad having sex?' Taylor said, laughing as he brushed his hand down over the front of his tiny shorts.
Tom did more than brush his hand. 'Naw, I don't think it is if we never knew him,' he said, groping his bulge. Then he was looking at me with a mischievous grin. 'You, uh....wouldn't be interested in messing around would you?' When he said it I saw Taylor groping his bulge, too.
'Yeah, if you're not in any big hurry, and need a place to spend the night, free,' Taylor said.
'Wouldn't it raise suspicions, a strange car parked all night?' I asked.
'Naw, we often have guys stay over, nobody ever bothers us,' Tom said. 'Besides, if anybody came to the door we would just ignore it and say we didn't hear them.'
I swallowed hard at the thought of having sex with these two perfect specimens, my temperature rising in my head so fast that I wondered if I might look flushed. 'Well, I'm not in any hurry,' I said.
'Great! We don't even have to go out for food, we can fix something to eat down in the kitchen,' Taylor said excitedly.
'But I oughta shower first. He don't have to, he hasn't done anything, but I'm all sweaty,' Taylor said.
'Fuck you,' Tom said, laughing.
'You got it backwards as usual, I'm the one who does the fucking,' Taylor said.
'You don't need to shower on my account,' I said. 'When I saw you get off the tractor and come toward me....I saw how those shorts were all soaked with sweat....like the sweat shrunk them....you're fine just the way you are....both of you.'
'Then I don't guess we're in any big rush to eat supper either,' Taylor said, clasping his hand around his brother's butt.
The sight of them, now knowing we were going to have sex, was almost overwhelming. Taylor was squeezing Tom's butt and Tom reached down and clasped his hand over the front of Taylor's shorts.
'Those shorts on you guys are simply awesome,' I said. 'I'm surprised there aren't auto accidents when people drive by.'
They both laughed. 'We do get a few slow drive-bys, and some turn in and circle the drive.'
'Hey, you wanta see us first?' Taylor asked.
'We don't mind being watched.'
'Yes, I would love to watch you,' I said.
'Okay, take a seat and watch, and feel free to join in at any time,' said Taylor.
They smashed their bodies together and started rubbing against each other, like a couple of strippers performing. The hardest point of contact was their shorts. Taylor clasped his hands around Tom's butt and ground his loins against him and started kissing him lightly, while Tom squeezed Taylor's chest muscles and tweaked his tits.
'How about it, are you going to suck me this time?' Tom murmured.
'No,' Taylor replied.
'For our friend, just to show him you can,' Tom chided him.
'But I can't. I've never sucked a cock in my life you know that.'
'I know you never had the balls to suck mine.'
'It's not a matter of balls or no balls. It's just the way we're put together. Fuck, man, what part of I'm straight don't you understand?'
'The part where you're kissing me.'
Taylor laughed and kissed him all the harder.
I didn't know if the conversation was for real or if they were playing for my benefit.
'What if I don't let you fuck me anymore,' Tom said.
'That would be your loss as much as mine,' Taylor said. He had his hands down inside Tom's shorts and I could tell he was fingering his ass.
'What if I decided not to fuck you anymore. Bet you wouldn't like that. Do you want me not to fuck you anymore?'
Tom was wriggling his butt against his brother's hand. 'Aww....Ohhh, fuck no, Bro. I don't want you to ever stop fucking me.
I could tell Taylor had a finger deep inside Tom's ass, maybe two.
'Ohhh....ohhhh, Taylor!....Awwhh, Goddd....!'
'You want me to fuck you now, don't you?'=
'Yesss!' he gasped. 'Ohh, fuck, Yesss...you know I do.'
Taylor turned him around and pulled his shorts down to expose his butt, then pulled out his own cock and rubbed it up down the crack of his ass. Tom squirmed his butt back against it.
'We know which one is Dad's bunk, now, let's fuck on it,' Taylor said.
They pulled their tiny shorts off and Taylor bent Tom over Chad's bunk, facing mine. He wet his cock with spit and slid the head up and down the crack of his brother's ass. He dropped another glob of spit into the crack.
'Why don't you strip down too,' he said to me.
'I will, while I watch you.'
'Do you like to kiss?' Tom asked me.
'Yes.'
'Good, we can kiss while Taylor fucks me.' Then suddenly his eyes popped open and he gasped, and I knew his brother had entered him. 'Ohhh....Ohhh, fuck!' he groaned, his head down and his eyes closed, as Taylor slowly plowed into him. 'Awwwhhh!.....Awwhh, fuck, it's in,' he gasped. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes and looked at me. 'Start kissing me, man.'
His brother fucked him and I kissed him. As I did, I removed my clothes, hardly breaking contact with his lashing tongue. It was erotic as hell, but I wanted to get more involved. I wasn't sure they wanted me to but I took the chance. I moved around to the other side of Chad's bunk, behind Taylor. Godd, he was an awesome sight, his beautiful butt muscles flexing and clenching as he drove his cock in and out of his brother's ass, the muscles of his back and shoulders bulging and rippling, and his thighs bulging with each stroke. As I knelt down I could see Tom's big cock pumping out precum that was thrown about as his cock swung about. I clasped my hands around Taylor's taut butt, my mouth watering. I leaned in and began licking his crack. He stopped, looking over his shoulder.
'We're gonna pause for a minute while Justin eats my ass,' he told Tom.
'You lucky prick,' Tom complained. 'You get it from both sides and all I get is fucked.'
Taylor smacked him hard on his ass and they both laughed.
'It's okay, Bro, he's making your cock throb so hard inside me, it feels like you're fucking me,' Tom said.
I tongued him till the muscles in the back of my throat were getting sore. Then I stood and circled the bunk just to watch them. It was better than any porn I'd ever seen, smooth muscles rippling everywhere, but mostly because I was seeing the reincarnation of Chad, doubled. But Taylor couldn't be still. Gradually, he was tightening his butt muscles and moving in tiny fuck motions, gradually building up motion till he finally got back into it full force. Tom showed his appreciation.
'Aww, yeah, fuck me, Taylor.....fuck me,' he moaned as he wrapped his arms and legs around his brother.
Somehow, Taylor found the will power to stop. 'Come on, you want some of this?' he asked me.
'Yes.'
Taylor stepped back off the bunk and I took his place. It was the first either of them had seen my cock.
'Holy Shit!' he blurted.
His outburst caused Tom to look over his shoulder. 'Oh My Godd! That is huge! Fuck, man, I don't know if I can take all of that.'
I didn't think he was serious and I moved in behind him, stroking my cock.
'No, man, I can't handle that,' he said, and this time he sounded serious, even fearful. I started to back away but Taylor clasped his hand on my butt to keep me there.
'Sure you can, Bro. You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't at least try,' Taylor said.
I thought he was being a little dramatic, but I hoped it worked; I really did want to fuck his brother. I wanted to fuck him too but I knew that wouldn't happen. Or would it....?
'If he lets me fuck him, Taylor, will you let him fuck you?' I asked with a smirking grin.
'Hey, I'm straight.'
'That doesn't answer the question,' I said.
'Yeah, Taylor you're all so fuckin' brave for me but you're a coward yourself,' Tom chimed in.
'I'm not a coward, I'm straight!' he said with great emphasis. 'It's got nothing to do with being scared or cowardly, it's about being straight.'
'Bullshit,' Tom said.
'I don't want to push it, but getting fucked once by your brother has nothing to do with you being straight or gay,' I said. 'It's just two brothers messing around.
'Yeah, what have I been telling you all this time,' Tom said.
'You want to see me fuck him, don't you,' I said.
'Maybe....maybe I'd go down on you,' Taylor said, rather timidly.
He was weakening, and Tom saw it too. 'And let me fuck you,' he said.
'I can get you ready....make you really want it,' I offered.
'How're you going to do that?' he asked.
'Let me show you. Tom and I will make you a deal. Let me show you, and any time you want me to stop, just say so and we'll call it off.'
He had to think about it. I could tell he was a little scared but I thought he was more worried about what it would do to his macho manhood if he didn't want to stop me.
'Okay. Show me what you're gonna show me,' he said.
'Okay, lay down across the bunk beside your brother.'
He assumed the position, cross ways on the bunk with his legs extended over the edge. I knelt down between his legs and lifted them onto my shoulders.
'You're gonna rim me again. I like that. But that's not gonna make me wanta get fucked,' he said.
'Then just enjoy the rimming,' I said.
Tom got up and stood on the other side of the bunk, close to his brother's head, his cock standing out like a club. I began licking Taylor's balls and he moaned softly, closed his eyes and lifted and spread his legs out. I was glad to see Tom step astraddle the top of his head and hold his brother's legs up.
I spent a couple of minutes on his balls then went to work on his ass. I gave him every pleasure I could with my tongue; I needed to make this work. As his asshole grew more relaxed I got more aggressive. I pushed on the back of his thighs and Tom pulled his legs higher and pressed them downward, bending his brother in half. That spread Taylor's butt wide apart and I eyed his asshole, squeezing and palpitating with anticipation.
'I think your asshole is getting anxious,' I said, giving it a few licks.
'Anxious for more of your tongue,' Taylor said.
I gave him more tongue. I dug my fingers into the muscle surrounding his asshole and pulled the hole wide open, exposing the pinkish, velvety lining. It was palpitating in as deep as I could see. I wet my fingers and worked them into his hole and pulled him open wider so I could see deeper.
'Ohh, fuck, this is beautiful,' I murmured.
'You gonna admire it or are you gonna rim it,' Taylor said.
I buried my face in his butt and drove my tongue deep in his asshole.
'AAAaahhhhhh!' he cried out. 'Oh, Fuck!....ohhh....Awwww, fuck, yeah.....do it, man....eat my ass....tongue it deep....ohhh, yeah.... Fuck....that is so good!'
I gave it everything I had, licking the inner lining of his delicious hole, fluttering my tongue deep inside him; driving him nuts. At the same time I was rubbing the lower rim of his hole with my thumb. I didn't think he noticed when I worked my thumb through the hole. I didn't think he noticed when I replaced my thumb with my middle finger. Or when I used two fingers, then three. My tongue kept him distracted.
I found his prostate nestled in the shallow depths of his body. I felt it moving, palpitating, throbbing, as if to welcome my fingers, but I quickly avoided it. I concentrated on my tongue and worked my three fingers in and out of his asshole, pressing down against the bottom of the rim to stretch him as much as possible. Every now and then I accidentally touched his prostate but each time I pulled away from it.
'Fuck, man, why do you keep pulling away from that spot? It feels real good when you touch it,' Taylor said as he suddenly reached down and grasped my wrist.
'Where? Show me,' I said.
He held onto my wrist as if to guide my fingers to the spot. I purposely avoided touching his prostate for a moment till we 'found' it.
'There!' he gasped, holding my hand firmly.
'There?' I moved my fingers around, touching the tender organ.
'Yeah! Fuck, man, there! Ohhh.....ohhhh, yeah, right there.....ohhh.....ohhhhh, yeah, keep doing that. Oh, fuck, that is awesome....' He kept moaning as he gripped my hand and thrashed his butt around against it.
Oh, shit, man, I....I think I....w-want ya' to d-do it! Maybe I can....h-handle it.'
'Do what?' I asked. 'I'm doing what you wanted, aren't I?'
'Fuck me. I think I can handle trying it just once,' he blurted. 'Godd, if your fingers feel this good, a cock's gotta feel a hundred times as good.'
I glanced up at Tom as I kept massaging Taylor's love nut. He was smiling from ear to ear. Taylor was getting impatient. He gripped my hand and began using it to fuck himself with my fingers.
'Are you gonna fuck me or not?' he groaned loudly. 'It's what you wanted ain't it? It's what you both wanted, and now I'm ready to try it and you're not doing it?'
I wasn't sure if he was talking about me fucking him, or Tom, but as bad as I wanted to take his cherry, I didn't think it should be me. I looked at Tom again and nodded for him to come around to my side of the bunk. When he let go of his brother's legs, Taylor clasped his arms around his calves to hold them up himself.
'I'm going to let your brother do it,' I said. 'He oughta be the one to pop your cherry.'
He didn't say anything. I didn't think he cared who fucked him, or what; in his heated state of mind he would've taken on a pony.
I stood up to let Tom take up his position beside the bunk, aiming his cock downward toward his brother's gaping hole. I quickly leaned down and took his cock in my mouth to give him lube then I guided it to the waiting hole. I looked up at him with a smile as Taylor's clenching asshole squeezed around Tom's cockhead. I saw tears in his eyes.
I stood back as he slowly entered his brother's body for the first time, and watched two tears run down his tanned cheeks.
'Ohhh, Goddd!' Taylor moaned softly, his head hung over the edge of the bunk.
'Is it okay?' Tom asked.
'Fuckin' more okay than anything that's ever happened to me,' Taylor declared. 'Fuck, man, I'm sorry we waited so long to do this.'
'We didn't wait. You did. I've wanted to do this since day one,' Tom said.
'Well, day one is here and gone,' Taylor said. 'You don't have to want anymore, Bro, you can fuck my ass anytime you want.'
Tom looked at me, all puckered up through his smile; I thought he might cry. I could've almost cried myself as I watched the two brothers and saw two Chads. I tried to conjure up the image of me lying across the bunk and Chad towering over me, fucking me, while the whole dorm watched us. The image flashed before me in a bright light but then vanished, replaced by the two brothers--Chad's sons--in our place.
I had a sudden flashback to graduation day, when Chad and I had sneaked back in the dorm and I stood between these bunks as he sucked my cock to bring up my load of cum that he said he wouldn't leave without. Another of us kissing beside the van with everyone watching and cheering us on. Suddenly, I thought I should leave. This was a moment for Tom and Taylor. I glanced around for my clothes. I found my shorts and was putting them on before Tom noticed I was getting dressed. He reached out for my cock and tugged me closer, guiding my cock to his butt. I was sorely tempted. Godd, I was tempted. But I took the high road. This would always be my dorm, these would always be our bunks, but this was not my world anymore. It ceased to be my world when Chad died and what I had before me was a revelation of pure joy, but I was in their world where I didn't belong. I put my hand around Tom's hand around my cock and squeezed as I gently pulled away from him. I pulled up my shorts, then moved up behind him, pressing myself against his warm, muscular body and we moved back forth together as he fucked his brother. He turned his head and I kissed him fully on the mouth, then I moved away. It wasn't a passionate kiss; it was a kiss goodbye. I finished getting dressed then moved to the other side of the bunk. I leaned down and kissed Taylor on the mouth. I was glad he didn't open his eyes. I stepped away and turned to go. I looked back to see Tom shaking his head, a pained smile on his face. I nodded and smiled back. I took one long, last look around the dorm then left.
I skipped down the stairs, suddenly anxious to be gone from this place. I walked briskly to my car without looking around. I drove away without a backward look till turned onto the highway. Only then did I look back and say goodbye.