Acceptance ~ Sequel to Perceptions & Deceptions

[arogersb]

ACCEPTANCE​

~ The Sequel to ~​

Perceptions & Deceptions​

Author’s Note:
This story takes place almost a year after the events described in “Perceptions and Deceptions”. The characters and settings featured in this story are fictional and any similarities to real persons and locales are purely coincidental. The characters engaging in sexual acts are aged eighteen and above. This chapter contains scenes of incest.​

~ Chapter 1 ~​

Maple Valley​

“So you’ve never thought about coming out to your family?” asked Dylan.

I paused in what I was doing (licking one of his nipples) and looked up, straight into his beautiful green eyes. For an uncomfortable moment, I was reminded how I’d found those identical eyes just as beautiful on Dylan’s twin brother, Deacon. I shook my head slightly, as if that would erase the painful memories of Deacon’s betrayal. I hoped I’d never have to see him again.

“Is something wrong?” Dylan looked concerned. I realized that I hadn’t replied his query.

I forced myself to smile and said, “No, nothing really.”

“It’s Deacon, isn’t it? You’re thinking about him. Whenever you do, there’s a certain look in your eyes.”

“It’s just that …” I took a deep breath and continued. “It’s so hard to forget. I know it’s been almost a year now but … sometimes, when I’m with you, I think of how you both look so alike … and then …” I could hear the break in my voice and felt my eyes moisten.

Dylan noticed it too. “I’m sorry,” he said and pulled me closer to him. The warmth of his bare chest was slightly reassuring. I felt bad for doing this to him. I knew he felt guilty about what his brother had done to me, but I also knew it wasn’t fair of me to burden him with the guilt. He shouldn’t have to feel as if he was to blame for Deacon’s actions, especially not when he himself had been a victim.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel bad. It wasn’t your fault.” I could see that he was also close to tears. Dylan had told me that I was the first person with whom he’d had a proper relationship. I knew how desperately he wanted to make it work, and so did I.

I tried to make it up to him, reassure him that all was well, by gently pressing my lips to his. He responded passionately and started to kiss my neck feverishly. Abruptly he stopped.

“You haven’t answered my question, though. Are you going to come out to your parents?”

This was, of course, an inevitable question – one which I wasn’t entirely sure how to approach. My parents believed me to be perfectly straight and waited in anticipation of the day I would bring home a wife and start producing grandchildren. Lately, Mom had been even more eager since my brother Tony, a year younger than me, had had his first child. I didn’t particularly envy telling them that I was probably never going to have a wife, let alone offspring.

“I don’t know … I haven’t thought about it. My parents … well, they’re pretty much in the dark. I don’t know how they’ll take the news. I’m worried that Dad might have a heart attack. And my sisters are both still in high school. I don’t know if they can adapt to having a gay older brother.”

Dylan leaned back against the pillow and looked at me. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything. It’s just that, well, this is my first relationship, and I thought, you know, meet the parents, etc. It’s okay with me if you don’t want to. I just hope … they won’t have to find out the hard way.”

I knew what Dylan was talking about. He’d told me about it shortly after we’d first met.

As high school seniors, Deacon and Dylan were polar opposites. Deacon was the popular jock character, while his twin was the geek who got along well enough, but wasn’t exactly popular. The night it had first started was the twins’ eighteenth birthday. Deacon had a girlfriend, and he’d been hoping that she’d agree to sleep with him as his ‘present’. Unfortunately she hadn’t been quite so willing and it was past 2 a.m. when Deacon stumbled home from the party organized by his jock buddies, drunk as hell.

Dylan awoke from his sleep when he felt Deacon ripping the bedcovers off.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it. I know you’re a fag. What you need is my cock up your ass,” said Deacon drunkenly as he ripped off Dylan’s boxers. Dylan was stunned. His brother had never revealed that he’d known Dylan’s lack of girlfriends was due to the fact he was attracted to the same sex.

Dylan tried to resist his brother. “Deacon, you’re drunk. And you know you can’t do this sort of thing with me. We’re brothers – hell, we’re TWINS.”

Deacon ignored his twin and forcefully turned him over. They were both identical, but due to Deacon’s athletic nature he was stronger and was able to overpower his twin. Dylan didn’t want to be an 18-year-old virgin, but he didn’t want to lose his virginity to his brother either. His tearful protests fell on deaf ears.

“Shut the fuck up, you’ll wake Mom. Trust me, you’ll enjoy this. Think of it as my brotherly gift to you,” sneered Deacon as he penetrated Dylan. He pushed Dylan’s face into the pillow to muffle his cries of pain. The worst thing was, Dylan felt that, despite the pain and the lingering guilt, he actually enjoyed the sensation of being fucked for the first time. He thought how it was wrong for twins to be having sex, but gradually he even forgot that he was getting fucked by his brother.

It wasn’t the last time. There were many more instances. Deacon didn’t bother to ask his brother if he wanted to be fucked. It was usually in the middle of the night; Dylan would find himself being stripped naked and fucked by his brother. He didn’t tell anyone about it, because of the shame.

But one night, when they thought their mother was asleep, Deacon was on top of Dylan, when their room door opened. Their mother had gotten up to get a glass of water and heard noises from their room. The sight of her elder son fucking his younger twin was too much. She dropped the glass, which shattered on the floor, and locked herself in her room. Dylan tried to get her to open her door, to talk to her, but she wouldn’t answer.

Sarah Sullivan's relationship with her twin sons dissolved overnight. The next morning, she told them that she wanted nothing to do with either of them. Dylan never got an opportunity to explain to her. She shut them out of her life. It hit Dylan the hardest, for he had tried to keep his homosexuality and the frequent sex with his brother a secret from her. Deacon didn't seem particularly bothered. When Sarah Sullivan suffered a sudden and fatal heart-attack ten years later, Dylan was her only son who turned up at the funeral.

This story isn't a very easy one to share with someone, and I knew that Dylan had a lot of trust in me to have told it to me so early in our relationship. So I made up my mind to tell my family and allow Dylan a chance to meet them. The upcoming Thanksgiving holiday would provide the opportunity.

To Be Continued ...​

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[randyreese]

Keep us posted on how things went.

 

[harry113]

How tragic!!
Yes, please tell us how this worked out
Thanks, well written.
Harry

 

[smile86]

i'd like to read more, i like your writing style

 

[Craiger]

Arogersb,

A very sad yet erotic story. I like the fact that the two "victims" have established a loving relationship. Please continue. I am sure his family will accept Dylan.

Craiger

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 2 ~
The New Job​

(You can find the prequel to this story here: http://justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=131302)

Perhaps I have gotten ahead of myself. When I wrote my previous story, I had just resigned my job at Delaney, Fenmore & Associates. After three months of unemployment, I found myself restless (and also I had to pay to the bills) so I applied to other firms in Pinewood City. Aaron Fenmore, my last employer, had been kind enough to write a decent reference for me, which I found surprising considering the circumstances under which I had resigned from his firm. Maybe he had guessed the reasons and sympathized with me.

A couple of weeks and several interviews later, I found myself with three offers. The best one was at Kenneth-Parker, the city’s most prestigious firm. Unfortunately, it was also the one where Deacon had been working before he came to Delaney & Fenmore. He’d been fired after he was found to be simultaneously having an affair with a female secretary and one of the director’s nephews.

In the end, I decided to go ahead with the offer. It was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. There wasn’t any point in being scared away just because of Deacon. Besides, I was sure that he would never show his face around there ever again.

So it was that, at the end of February 2006, I found myself moving into my cabin at Kenneth-Parker’s offices in the Riverside Complex. It was my good fortune that my old friend Luke, who had been working there for more than 2 years, had been assigned to show me around the office and to my new cabin. I was suddenly reminded how, just a few months ago, I had been in his place, showing Deacon into his cabin at Delaney & Fenmore. That was the start of our affair. Little had I known it would end so badly then.

I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I hardly paid attention to Luke’s introduction. I was brought back to earth when he spoke: “Well, this is your cabin.”

I realize a description of Luke is necessary. He is about six-foot tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair and startlingly-blue eyes. Oh, and he has a six-inch uncut cock. Wait, you ask, how do I know that? Well, we used to be college buddies and Luke wasn’t exactly the shy type. He knew he had a great body and didn’t mind showing it off in the locker rooms. Unfortunately I have never gotten a gay vibe off of him.

Luke also has a very good memory, which he demonstrated when he shrewdly commented to me that it was kind of a weird coincidence.

I was puzzled. “Huh?”

“I mean the previous occupant of this particular cabin. You were asking me about him – last year? Deacon Sullivan.”

I was stunned. A strange twist of fate indeed had brought me to the same cabin which had last been occupied by the same guy who’d betrayed me. I suppose it wasn’t that surprising – jobs at Kenneth-Parker were in high demand and the only way there’d be a vacancy was if someone left their job. That someone, in this case, was Deacon.

Luke was watching me for my reaction. “Well? So why were you asking me all those questions about him last year? Don’t tell me he’s been up to his old tricks over at his new office as well.”

Luke was a nice guy, but I was certain that telling him about my affair with Deacon would be equivalent to telling the world. And I just wasn’t ready for that yet. I wasn’t sure that I would ever be.

“It was just that, well, moving from DF to KP is kind of a step down the ladder. I was just wondering what would cause him to take that step.” I was surprised at how smoothly I managed to pull off the lie I’d just thought up. I was even more surprised that Luke seemed to buy it.

After that, I settled back into a familiar routine. My tasks at K-P weren’t much different from those at my old job. My next awkward moment was when I met Chris Parker.

Luke and I were heading out to lunch on my second day when he suddenly nudged me. “You see the guy over there?”

I looked in that direction. Walking down the hallway was a guy whom I can only describe as a total hunk. He was wearing a suit but he was carrying his folded jacket in one hand. His shirt was stretched tightly across a sculpted torso. He had a handsome face to go with that beautiful body. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was also a big boy.

“That’s Chris Parker. His uncle is one of the firm’s directors,” explained Luke.

I was hit by realization. “You mean – the guy Deacon was having an affair with?”

Luke nodded. Personally, I’d never have guessed Chris Parker was gay. He didn’t look it. I said as much to Luke.

Luke laughed and said that it wasn’t always easy to distinguish the gays from the straights. I looked at him carefully when he said that because his words seemed to have some inner meaning. Did he guess that I was gay too?

It was some time after I started work at Kenneth-Parker (or K-P as it was usually abbreviated to) that I saw the fateful obituary notice in the Pinewood Gazette. As you already know, it would lead me straight to the love of my life.

***​

Now, let’s get back to where we left off. Kenneth-Parker gave all its employees a long weekend to go back home and celebrate Thanksgiving with their respective families. Dylan also had a week’s break from his job at Pine State University.

So it was decided that we would both go down together to my family home, in a small town named Maple Valley on the Atlantic seaboard. I hadn’t been there since last year, when my younger brother Tony’s wife had given birth to their first child. I was looking forward to seeing my niece Cara, who was now almost a year old.

Maple Valley is a town with a small population. Its main attraction is its close proximity to Greenstone National Park, which was very popular with visitors especially during the fall months. The residents of Maple Valley cashed in on the tourism, including my parents, Stephen and Mabel Leroy, who ran a pizza parlor on the town’s Main Street. The family home was located just behind the pizzeria, on Parkview Drive. I was going to head over there, but first I had to drop Dylan off at the motel.

“So you’re fine with this?” I asked as I held open the door of Room 105 for Dylan to carry in his bag.

“Jon, we’ve been over this plan a million times already. I told you, I’m fine. I agree with you that it would be overkill if you suddenly turned up on your parents’ doorstep with your boyfriend. Take your time and break it to them gently. I’m not going anywhere until you do.”

“I promise, it’s just for one night. Tomorrow, I’ll come over and bring you to meet my parents.”

Dylan leaned in for a quick kiss.

I only wish I felt as confident as I said I was.

To be continued …​

As always, feedback is appreciated.

 

[arogersb]

Okay guys, there's a new chapter (2) just above.

I wanted to say thank you for all your feedback so far and please keep it coming.

There's also a small error in Chapter 1, which unfortunately I can't seem to edit. The title of that chapter should be "The Flashback". "Maple Valley" should be the title of the next chapter (3).

 

[kcm17480]

Great chapter. It is a very well written story. Can't wasi for the next.

 

[harry113]

Thanks arogersb.
Great story, looking forward to the next chapter
Harry

 

[Craiger]

Arogersb,

That was really a pleasant diversion from the first part of the story. It gave me much more insight into Jon and his character. I really like this story and look forward to the continuing installments.

Craiger

 

[botboy03]

Thanks for the most recent chapter. I hope all goes well in the coming out part.

Zac

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 3 ~
Maple Valley​

I should take this opportunity to present some background info on my family. It’ll probably help explain the reasons for my apprehension about coming out to them. My father, Stephen Leroy, is of French-Canadian extraction. His grandfather settled in Maple Valley when it was a fledgling town and eventually started what was then the town’s only restaurant, Leroy’s Place. The restaurant was passed down from father to son until my dad became its owner, shortly after he’d met and fallen in love with my mom. Mabel Rizzoni before her marriage, my mom is a third-generation American-Italian. By this time, the restaurant was failing to attract as much business as before due to many new competitors, so Mom advised Dad to radically rework the menu. Since her father owned a pizzeria in New York City, Mom thought it would be a great idea to make Leroy’s Place a pizza parlour while keeping the original name and décor.

It was sometime after my parents reinvented Leroy’s Place that I was born, the first of their four children. A year later came my brother Tony, and after a gap of eight years, our fraternal twin sisters, Valerie and Christina. We grew up in a large house that had belonged to the Leroy family for more than sixty years. At one time it had housed my Dad and his five siblings. None of them lived in Maple Valley anymore though – they’d all moved to larger cities. And several years later, I would follow in their footsteps. I’d always wanted a career in finance, and I knew I wouldn’t find what I wanted in a quiet town with a population of 3000 like Maple Valley. It was probably the greatest disappointment to my parents, who’d expected me, being the eldest son, to take over the family business. Luckily, Tony was more than happy to fill in my place, so it all worked out. After that, I didn’t feel like I could disappoint my parents again, which is why I’ve kept the secret of my homosexuality to myself. I wasn’t sure that they would take it well, especially with both of them being staunch Catholics.

I know I’d promised Dylan I would come out to them before the weekend was over, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it, or how they would respond. Before I knew it, my short drive from the motel to the family home was over. I was soon standing on the doorstep and nervously pressed the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door flew open and my sixteen-year-old sisters threw themselves at me. Mom was standing behind them, smiling. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Hi, Mom, Val, Tina. Where’s Dad and Tony?” I asked as I extracted myself from my sisters’ hugs and followed Mom into the house.

“Well, we were expecting you more than an hour ago and Tony called your father about some problem at the pizzeria. You know he’s still new to the business so your father went over to help him deal with the supplier. They should be back anytime.”

Only half my mind was paying attention to what Mom was saying. The other half was observing the minute differences to the house since I’d been here last.

“All right, why don’t you leave your bag in your room and come down for a snack? I baked your favorite cookies.”

“Okay, mom.” I went up to my old room, followed by my sisters.

Tina said, “So have you got a girlfriend? Are we going to meet her?”

The feeling in my stomach was just getting worse when my other sister snorted and said, “She’s only asking because she wants to bring her boyfriend home as well.”

I turned around to look at Tina whose face was turning bright red. Finally I had a chance to get revenge for all the merciless teasing I had suffered. Tina was a real devil even before she reached her teens.

I grinned and said, “So who’s the mystery boyfriend?”

Tina’s reply was breathless. “His name is Jesse and he’s eighteen and he’s totally cute and a wonderful swimmer and the sweetest guy you ever met and …”

I smiled as I interrupted her. “Ok, hold up. I can see you’re completely smitten with this guy. But isn’t he a bit old for you?”

Tina cast me an injured look. “He’s only two years older!” I remembered belatedly that Dylan was four years older than me.

Val was the next to interrupt. “She’s been like this since they started dating two months ago. Trust me, you don’t want to get her started on the topic next time.” Val pranced off into her room as Tina stuck at her tongue out at her back.

“She’s just jealous because she doesn’t have a cute boyfriend,” she told me and flounced off as well. I shook my head in amusement as I opened the door to my old room.

Mom had kept it the way it was before I’d left for university. A few, rather tattered posters covered the wall. The great thing about growing up in such a large house was that all of us four children had our own individual rooms on the top floor. It gave me some measure of privacy because the door could be locked to keep out my nosy sisters. Especially those times when I used to jack off to gay porn. I know some guys probably do this with their brothers or friends, but I couldn’t for the very obvious reason.

I began to unpack my bag and decided to change my shirt. I had just stripped off my sweaty shirt when I heard the sound of familiar voices in the hallway. A few moments later, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I called as I searched my bag for a clean shirt.

My brother Tony walked in. “Hey bro, nice to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time, huh. How are Diane and Cara?” When my brother first got married, it was hard to picture him as a husband and soon-to-be father. But now I guess I had gotten used to him in those roles.

“They’re fine. Cara is just starting to learn how to walk,” he replied. “You look fit. Been working out lately?” he asked, glancing at my upper body as I began to pull on a t-shirt.

I knew I was in better shape now than I had been before. Mostly it was because Dylan and I hit the gym several times a week after work. Dylan was also an excellent chef, and cooked most of our healthy meals at home. I couldn’t reveal that to my brother though … yet.

I just said, “Yeah. So where’s Dad?”

“He’s delayed at the pizzeria. Look, I’ll catch up with you later. I have to send Tina for her swim-meet at school since Dad isn’t free right now.”

“Why don’t I do it?” I suggested. “I haven’t seen our high school for years.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Feeling nostalgic? I thought you used to hate high school.”

“I guess I did, but in retrospect, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Okay then. You do know the way, right?”

I glared at him. “I spent the formative years of my life at Jefferson High. You think I wouldn’t remember the way there?”

Tony grinned. “I was just testing you. Hey, don’t forget to drop by at my place on your way back. Cara will probably be scared of you – she hasn’t seen you since she was a baby.”

“All right. Now where’s Tina?”

“I’m right here,” announced Tina outside my room.

“Jon will send you to your swim-meet today. He wants a full tour of Jefferson High,” said Tony.

“Well if he’s going to chat here and make me late for my swim-meet,” replied Tina.

“Okay, just give me a sec to get my keys and I’ll drive you over there,” I said.

***​

Some time later, I found myself parking my car outside my old high school. Tina was right when she’d told me I probably wouldn’t recognize it. It has certainly changed a lot in the seven years since I’d been there.

Tina rushed me through the ‘tour’ before we reached the building which housed the swimming pool, or rather, as it was now fancily titled, the H. Landon Carter Aquatic Centre.

“Who’s Landon Carter?” I asked.

Tina found it hard to believe I didn’t know who H. Landon Carter was. “He used to be the Congressman, remember? He owns HLC International. Oh, and he’s Jesse’s grandfather.”

“Jesse as in your boyfriend?”

She didn’t seem to hear me as she was staring fixatedly across the pool at a guy.

“That’s Jesse,” she whispered to me breathlessly.

Now Tina is prone to exaggeration so I hadn’t quite believed her when she said Jesse was totally cute, but I have to say now that she was 100% correct … make than 200%.

Jesse Carter was certainly worthy of being the poster boy for cute twinks. Since all he was wearing at this particular moment was a skimpy pair of Speedos, I had the full view of his wonderful body. It wasn’t just the slim, smooth body with the faintly-defined pecs and abs, but also his beautiful face with their blue eyes and adorable dimpled smile, crowned by blond-streaked brown hair. I could also see that he was a big boy, based on how the shiny blue fabric of his Speedos was stretched tightly over his crotch.

He was cute, he had a beautiful smile, he had gorgeous blue eyes … I was starting to sound like Tina. That was when it hit me. I had suddenly developed a hopeless infatuation with my sister’s barely-legal boyfriend.

To be continued …​

As always, feedback is appreciated. I’m sorry there isn’t any sex in this chapter, but rest assured, all will be set right in the next chapter. Tell me what you think of this new development.

 

[smile86]

oooh a twist. i like this story a lot, looking foward to the next chapter.

 

[bcwang]

Really like the natural flow of the narrative. Please continue.

 

[kcm17480]

This is really getting interesting now. Nothing like turning the old home front upside down.

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 4 ~
The Revelation​

I was driving back after dropping Tina at her swim-meet while trying to rearrange my thoughts rationally. Since I’d met Dylan, I’d never felt particularly attracted to even the most good-looking guys. I mean, sure there were times I had observed one or two of the guys at work or on the street were very cute or hunky, but they’d never inspired a sudden rush of blood to my groin.

Had I suddenly fallen in love with this swimmer-boy Jesse whom I hadn’t even met? (Little did I know that was going to change in just a few hours) Where did that leave my feelings for Dylan? No, I told myself, I still loved Dylan, more than I could ever possibly love Jesse. Dylan was the one who had comforted me when I was feeling down, even though it should probably have been the other way around. I wasn’t going to betray him.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t remember that I had promised my brother Tony that I would stop by his house on my way back. Luckily, his house was only two doors away from my parents’. I just parked my car and walked over to his place. Tony and his wife, Diane, had moved in there shortly after their daughter was born. It wasn’t a large house like my parents’, but it was big enough for the three of them.

Tony was waiting for me and opened the front door before I had the chance to press the doorbell. He invited me in. Diane was in the living room, watching as their infant daughter, Cara took her baby steps slowly across the carpet.

As Tony had said earlier, Cara didn’t recognize me – probably my own fault for not visiting more often. But, being a small child, she quickly warmed to me and was at ease in no time. It was getting late in the evening and she was getting sleepy so Diane went to put her in bed. I was left alone in the living room with Tony.

I decided this was my chance. If there was one person in my family who could identify with me, it was my brother. If I was going to come out to them, I had to try it out on my brother first.

“Er, Tony – there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Go on, bro, shoot.”

“Well … I’m not sure where to start. Er …” I hesitated.

“Spit it out, it can’t be that hard.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Well, it may come to you as a surprise, but … I’m gay.”

I waited in trepidation for his reaction. When it came, I was the one who was surprised.

“Oh, that,” he said nonchalantly. Then noticing my stare, he added, “Well, I’ve kind of known about it for a few years now. I mean, I was shocked when I first found it, but now I guess it isn’t such a big deal.”

I stammered, “You’ve known about it … for years? How … how did you find out?”

Tony shrugged. “Do you remember your graduation party?”

“Well yeah, I suppose. I seem to recall I was dead drunk.”

“Yes, you were so wasted that you had to call me to drive you home. But when I got there, I couldn’t find you outside anywhere, so I went in to look for you …” He paused.

My nervousness was by this point overtaken by curiosity. “Cut out the suspense! What exactly did you see that convinced you I was gay?”

Tony shook his head. “You really don’t remember. To put it bluntly, you were giving your friend a blowjob.”

“What?! How the hell is it that I don’t remember this?” I was stunned.

“I told you, you were wasted.”

“I can’t believe you found out that way. I’m really, truly sorry. Seeing me give a blowjob to some random guy must have been … well, a shock.”

“Yeah, it was, at the time. But I thought that, if you didn’t want to come out yet, well, it was your decision. And anyway, it wasn’t some random guy you were giving a blowjob to.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No, I thought you at least knew who you were giving a blowjob! I assumed that’s why you’re telling me about this now – since the two of you are getting closer, I mean, at work. I thought you’d, you know, reconnected with him and wanted to have an open relationship. I mean, what with talking about how great your new job is, getting a bigger apartment …”

I interrupted. “Wait, hold on a sec – a guy at work? You don’t mean … Luke Callahan?”

Tony nodded. My mind was reeling. I’d never known that I’d given Luke a blowjob back in our university days. Or even considered the possibility that he was gay. But I was brought back down to earth by Tony waving his hand in front of my face.

“Hello … earth to Jon! So I’m guessing Luke isn’t your … err … boyfriend?”

“No, he isn’t, but I do have one. His name’s Dylan. He’s actually the reason I’ve decided to come out of the closet.” I looked at my brother. “Are you okay with this … me being gay? You don’t hate me or anything?”

Tony looked at me disbelievingly. “You’re my big brother. I mean, you’ve always been there for me ever since we were kids. I couldn’t hate you even if I wanted to. You need my support and I’ll be happy to give it to you, when you want to come out to Mom and Dad.”

He reached over to give me a brotherly hug. I returned it, glad that at least coming out to my brother was not as hard as I’d thought it would be.

***​

I told Tony not to tell anyone yet … at least not until tomorrow. I had to think about how I was going to gently break the news to my parents.

Dad was back home in time for dinner. Mom had baked her famous lasagna. Looking around the dinner table at my family (Tony and Diane had come over for dinner as well – no one can resist Mom’s lasagna), I wasn’t sure there was a way I could come out and not destroy the tranquility of our home. But I was determined to keep my promise to Dylan.

Later that night, I was tossing and turning in my bed. Partly because I was still thinking about Tony's unexpected revelation about Luke. But mostly it was because ever since I’d started sleeping with Dylan, I’d gotten used to the comforting feel of his warm body next to mine. Without it, I felt strangely alone and unable to sleep. Finally, I got out of bed and checked the clock – it was almost one in the morning. Putting on some clothes, I quietly crept out of my room to check if my parents and sisters were asleep. I could hear Dad snoring and there was no light on in either of my sisters’ rooms, so I was convinced they were all asleep.

I silently tread down the stairs (avoiding the creaky step that had been there since my boyhood) and thanked my lucky stars that I’d parked out on the driveway and not in the garage. Otherwise I might have woken up my family when I started the car.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the motel. I’d purposely chosen this one, and not the town’s main motel because its owner was a friend of my father’s and might just let slip to him that his son was coming over to have sex with a guy. I went to Dylan’s room and knocked on his door. Almost immediately, he opened it. He was clad in only boxers and looked absolutely gorgeous with his blond hair all mussed up. All worrying thoughts of whether my love for Dylan had been diminished by seeing Jesse that afternoon quickly evaporated.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I told him as I kissed him.

“Neither could I,” he replied before pulling me into the room and closing the door.


Within moments I’d stripped off his boxers and had him lying on the bed. He helped me pull of my clothes as well until I was down to my underwear. I kissed him passionately on the neck.

“Stop!” laughed Dylan as he pretended to fend me off. “You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years.”

I paused just long enough to say “It certainly feels like it” before resuming my tongue’s journey down his hard body. I let my tongue run through the ridge in between his six-pack. I loved his gasp of pure pleasure when I dipped my tongue into his navel. Before long I had my mouth firmly fastened around his cock and was feverishly working him to a climax. With a groan of ecstasy, he shot his load into my mouth. I kissed him with my mouth full of his cum. Some of it dribbled down his chin.

He softly whispered, “I want you inside me.”

I reached for the bedside drawer, where I usually kept my store of condoms back home in my apartment. Then I realized I was in a Maple Valley motel.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked Dylan.

“Shit! I didn’t think to bring any. I thought you did.”

“Never mind, I’ll get one from the machine downstairs.”

“There’s a condom-vending machine here?” Dylan asked me incredulously. I know, Maple Valley is a small town, but this particular motel was famous as the place to have illicit liaisons.

I got off the bed and started to pull on my pants. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Dylan grinned. “I won’t.”

***​

I was walking back to the room with the condoms in my pocket when I saw an unbelievable sight.

Standing in the hallway was a teenager I quickly recognized as Jesse Carter. He was banging on the door of the room opposite Dylan’s, oblivious to the fact that I was there.

When I’d last seen him, he was wearing a pair of skimpy Speedos which hadn’t done much to conceal his charms. Now he wasn’t wearing even that.

I couldn’t help it. My jaw dropped.

To be continued …​

As always, feedback is appreciated. I notice my chapters have been getting longer and are not of uniform length. But overall, I'm happier with the flow of this story than its prequel, because I was kind of in a hurry to finish that one. I'm glad that some of you have commented on it as well - thanks.

By the way, the projected run of this story is 8 chapters, so we're officially halfway through. I hope to add the following chapter within the next 2 days.

 

[bcwang]

Very engaging

 

[harry113]

Thanks arogersb, great chapter !! Twists & more twists!!
I like the natural flow of your story. Each chapter holds what is relevant to that chapter, so each has a natural length which may be different to the others,
This ending is most intriguing! Is naked Jesse Carter going to join Jon & Dylan in a threesome romp???
What a thought!!
Harry

 

[smile86]

i'm enjoying this story, more please! :-D

 

[botboy03]

Wow, I missed the last installment and got 2 for the price of one. Interesting twists and turns.

Zac