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Disclaimer

For those individuals not of legal age to read this where they live,
shame on you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing,
all I can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.  The following
is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any
resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental,
etc., apply here.


Memories, by Rob Morton (M/M, M/F, inc, cons, inter)

One

All things considered, I would have preferred to be at home right
about now.  High overhead, the glaring sun offered little in the way
of warmth and the wind, a remnant of last night's storm, was cold and
biting.  All around me, the ground was covered with a glistening
blanket of snow save for the patch of ground before me.

Sighing deeply and trying my best to get a handle on the moment, I
stared into the raw, gaping wound in the earth, dark sunglasses
protecting my eyes from the sun as it reflected off the lid of the
casket that had been inserted into the ground only moments ago.

A few feet away, the cemetery's caretakers stood by, glancing over at
me every now and then to see if I was still there... and probably
wondering when I was going to take my leave of this place so they
could finish the job they had started and get somewhere warm.

The other mourners had long since gone, having paid their last
respects to my friend and lover, Martin Anthony Jacobs and, by all
rights, I should have been gone as well; yet, I remain rooted to this
spot, trying to come to terms with my loss.

"Hey, buddy," one of caretakers called to me, getting my attention.

"Yeah?"

"You gonna be much longer?  We've got to finish up here!"

"Don't let me stop you," I said, my voice sounding empty as I waved
them over.  "Do what you have to do - I won't get in your way."

The caretakers looked at each other for a moment and shrugged,
probably trying to figure me out.  One of them got into a truck and
slowly backed it up alongside the open grave; the other guy jumped up
on the truck and began attaching heavy chains to the lid of the vault,
which was then connected to the light-duty crane attached to the
truck.

I felt a sharp stab of anguish rip through me as the caretakers
positioned the lid over my friend's coffin and lowered it, sealing him
away for all time.

"Damn," I said quietly, unable to move as the caretakers grabbed their
shovels and began filling the hole with the dirt they'd removed
earlier.  Each time a load of dirt hit the concrete slab, I felt a
little more of myself being buried in that hole.

I'd managed to lose track of time.  I was so engrossed with my own
thoughts and feelings that I never noticed when the caretakers
finished their task, nor did I notice when they climbed into the truck
and left.

It was getting colder and the winds were picking up.  I blinked and
shook my head as I realized that I was completely alone and, as I did
so, the cold made its presence felt once more, convincing me that it
was finally time to leave.

I glanced up at the sky and found that a thickening shroud of gray
clouds - more snow on the way - was hiding the sun.  I turned and
headed across the snow-covered graves, pausing only to look one last
time before climbing into my car, which I had left running all this
time.  Oh, well, at least it would be warm...


Two

I got home about forty-five minutes later; just about the same time,
the first snowflakes began to fall.  Once inside, I couldn't seem to
make up my mind what I wanted to do so, after hanging my coat up and
kicking my shoes off, I just sat silently, letting my thoughts wander
again as I remembered Marty.

Marty wasn't the first kid I'd met when my family moved into Rose
Creek back when I was 12.  In fact, all the kids I'd met before him
went out of their way to warn me not to hang out with weird old Marty
Jacobs.

Of course, I wasn't buying anything they had to say, especially about
someone I knew nothing about.  Still, I had been living in Rose Creek
for almost a month before I first laid eyes on him.

I had been down at the park, shooting baskets by myself when I heard
someone ask if they could join in.  After grabbing the rebound of the
shot I'd missed, I turned to look at the kid who had spoken to me.

He looked to be about my age and appeared to be just a little taller
than me and had the "standard" blonde hair and blue eyes.  He was
smiling at me as he walked in my direction.

"Hi, I'm Marty Jacobs," he said, extending his hand.  "You must be the
new kid everyone's been talking about!"  This is weird old Marty
Jacobs?  I couldn't see anything weird about him as I shook his hand.

"Tim Richards," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Nice to meet you Tim," Marty said, releasing my hand and nodding
toward the basket behind me.  "Wanna play a little one-on-one?"

"Sure," I said.  "I've got time for a couple of games before I have to
go home.  You want the ball first?"

We actually played more than two games but the end result was the same
- whipped him pretty handily 10-3, 10-4 and 10-2.  As we shook hands
after our match, I got the impression that the scores could have been
much closer - but Marty was breaking the ice, as it were.

After retrieving my watch, I saw it was just about time for dinner, so
I gathered up the rest of my stuff and headed home.

"Which way are you headed?" Marty asked, using his handkerchief to
wipe some of the perspiration from his face.

"Westbrook Avenue," I replied, nodding in the general direction.

"What a coincidence!  I live on Westbrook, too!" Marty beamed, falling
into stride with me.

"Really?  I live at 1807!" I offered, cautiously looking around to see
if anyone saw me walking with Marty.

"No shit!  I live at 1811!" Marty exclaimed, taking the ball from me
and dribbling it.

"I didn't see you when we moved in," I said, stealing the ball back.

"We were away until last night," Marty explained, swiping at the ball
and missing badly.  "Say, would you like to stop by after you eat?
I'm sure our folks have met already."

I have to admit that I was a little leery about going to his house; I
mean, the other kids did say he was weird.  Then again, I'd just
finished playing basketball with him and, frankly, if he weird, I
didn't seem to have noticed it.

"Sure, okay," I agreed.  "I'll ask my parents when I get home."

As it turned out, Marty's parents, along with his sister Lucy, were
already at my house, sitting in the living room and drinking coffee
with my peeps.  After introductions were made all around, Marty and
his clan stayed for dinner and, basically, all had a good time.

That was the beginning of what would turn out to be the most unusual
friendship I've ever been a part of...


Three

The other kids in the neighborhood would give me the business for
befriending Marty, but I was above being baited by their juvenile
pettiness.  As far as I was concerned, Marty was a great guy!  He was
smart, funny most of the time but could be very serious and logical
when he needed to be.  Yeah, he couldn't play basketball worth a damn,
but we had the entire summer to work on his game.  After a couple of
weeks, it was time for the expected overnight stay.

It took a little extra convincing, but my parents finally agreed to
let me spend the weekend at Marty's house.  Actually, it probably
wasn't that hard a decision for them; the Jacobs were frequent
visitors at my house (or my parents at theirs), playing canasta or
bridge or just simply sitting and talking.  That, combined with the
obvious fact that the Jacobs just lived a couple of doors down from us
made my parents' decision to let me stay an easy one... except you
know how it is, right?  If you want something, you just have to ask
for it.

I listened to my father reminding me to mind my manners as I packed
for my weekend stay, with me nodding absently at every point Dad was
making.  Yeah, right - like I didn't know how to behave myself?

Finally, after making sure I had everything and bidding farewell to my
parents, I grabbed my backpack and headed for Marty's house, feeling a
strange sense of euphoria at being able to spend this kind of quality
time with my new best friend.

Marty met me at the door with his usual warm smile, taking my backpack
and anxiously telling me to follow him up to his room.  As I trailed
behind him, I waved to Dave and Ellen Jacobs, who returned my greeting
with a matched set of smiles identical to Marty's.

"Well?  What do you think?" Marty asked, dropping my pack on the
double bed.

"Nice room," I said, meaning it.  Marty had just about any and
everything a teenaged guy could ask for.  He not only had his own
phone, but he had a computer, a video game console, and stereo - well,
he had everything!

"I hope you don't mind sharing the bed with me," Marty asked with a
blush.  "If that's a problem, I can drag out the sleeping bags..."

"No, it's not a problem," I said, looking at the spacious bed.
"Besides, I can't get comfortable sleeping on the floor."

"Great!  Okay, so what do you want to do?"  Marty asked, waving his
hand expansively around the room.

After some discussion, we agreed to play some video games; Marty may
not have been the greatest b-ball player I'd ever seen, but the boy
was a master gamer, handily wiping my ass at almost every game we
played.

We later went down and raided the fridge for some snacks.  Returning
to Marty's room, we put some CDs in the five-disc player and just
kicked back and talked about this and that.

"Can I ask you something?" I questioned nervously.

"Sure, Tim," Marty said.

"Why don't the other kids like you?"  A wry smile crossed my friend's
face as he looked at me.

"Let me guess - they've been telling you how weird I am, right?"

"Something like that," I answered, wondering if I'd put our budding
friendship in jeopardy.

"If I tell you it's because I look at a lot of things differently from
them, would that be an answer you'd find acceptable?"

"Depends on what you mean by differently," I said, puzzled by his
response.  "I mean, not that it makes much of a difference to me - I
like you."

"I like you, too, Tim," Marty said, his smile widening.

"So what's the deal?" I asked, returning to my original question.  In
my mind, I had to know why the other kids treated him with so much
indifference.  I wasn't all that worried about their opinion of me but
damn it, Marty was my friend and friends looked out for each other.

"Tim, do you really want to know?" Marty asked, his voice and demeanor
growing soft and quiet.

"If you don't mind telling me," I replied, feeling a little
uncomfortable about pressing the issue.  "Then again, if it's really
none of my business..,"

"No, you're my best friend and you deserve an answer," Marty said, his
openly telling me that I was his best friend warming me.  He got up
from his place at the desk and sat next to me on the bed, locking his
big, blue eyes onto mine.  We were sitting so close together our
thighs were touching lightly and the proximity sent a little shiver
through me.

"This is why the other kids think I'm weird," Marty said softly,
leaning forward and kissing me lightly on the lips.

I gasped at the unexpected contact, which left me feeling dizzy and
sent a flood of hormones racing through my system.  What was odd, at
least for me, was that I didn't appear to be bothered by what he just
did; I was more surprised than anything else.

"What the hell...?" I said, finally finding my voice.  "You kissed
me!"

"Now you know," Marty said, his face reddening as he scooted away from
me.

"You're gay?" I asked, trying to make sense of this revelation.

"Not exactly," Marty said.  He seemed relieved by my lack of a
negative reaction.  "I happen to like boys and girls that way."

I knew "that way" meant sexually and I was suddenly having a hard time
getting a grip on my thoughts.  I mean, outside of my father giving me
a little peck on the cheek, a guy had never kissed me and I found it
both very strange and stimulating at the same time.  Like most guys
our age, I had long since stumbled upon the joys of masturbation,
having spent my fair share of time spanking the monkey.

However, as I fought to come to terms with what had just happened, I
got the feeling that my life was about to radically change and it
would come down to a matter of me either accepting or rejecting what
was about to happen.

"If you want to go back home, I'll understand," Marty said;
apparently, he was taking my silence as a total rejection of him.

"No, no, I'm just trying to get a grip here," I said numbly.  "You
surprised the shit out me, man!"

"I'm sorry if I've upset you, Tim," Marty said, tears beginning to
well in his eyes.  "It's just that, well, I really like you a whole
lot."

"I like you, too, Marty," I said, my brain getting close to
overloading.  "I just didn't think you liked me in that way and, shit,
I'm really trying hard to figure it all out."

I sat there looking at Marty, taking in the pained look on his face as
the tears he'd been trying so hard to contain spilled down his cheeks.
Damn, I just didn't know what to do, let alone what to say to him
about this!

And, you know what?  The really hard part about all of this is that
think I actually liked it when he kissed me!  Even as I sat there, I
could feel that my dick was hard!

"Okay, so now I know why they say you're weird," I said.  "Look, will
you stop crying?"

"You hate me," Marty sobbed.

"No, I don't," I said, grimacing as my cock continued to strain
against the fabric of my underwear.  "But, if you don't get your shit
together, I will be very pissed with you!"

"I can't help it," Marty blubbered, suddenly throwing himself at me;
instinct took over and I grabbed him, holding him against me.

"Aw, shit, Marty," I said, feeling choked up myself.  "C'mon, stop
crying, will you?  I'm not mad at you, okay?  Everything's cool!
What's it gonna take to get you to stop bawling like a baby?"  Marty
looked up at me, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You really don't hate me?" he asked, still sniffling a little.

"No," I said, my prick really setting me on edge.  I was now so damned
horny I couldn't see straight!  "Here, wipe your nose."  I handed
Marty a tissue, smiling as he blew his nose with a goose-like honking
sound.

"So, I know how you really feel about me now," I said, trying to get
my surging hormone to back the hell off.  "The real question is what
do we do about it?"

"I have an idea," Marty said, sheepishly.  "That's if you don't mind?"

"Well, I haven't minded so far," I said, wondering what I had just
gotten myself into as Marty leaned over and kissed me again with a lot
more meaning.

Once more, a powerful surge of... something flowed through my body
like an electric current as Marty pressed his lips lightly against
mine, his tongue softly teasing my lips until the parted, allowing his
tongue to slip just inside my teeth.

I heard a soft groan - was that me?  The tension I had been feeling
seemed to fall from me as I wrapped my arms around Marty, pulling him
closer to me.

I had no fucking idea what the hell I was doing, but it all felt so
natural and right.  Up until now, I had never even considered being
intimate with a guy.  Yeah, I'd heard of guys making out with other
guys but you know how it is: it just isn't real until it happens to
you and, by God, it was happening to me right now.

I could feel my excitement rising as I returned Marty's kiss.  Even as
I felt myself becoming lost in my expanding emotions, I realized that
Marty was a better kisser than Julie Evans was and, shit, his lips
were a damned sight softer, too!

"Oh, damn," I moaned as Marty started kissing my cheeks and neck
lightly, his hands now roaming freely over my trembling body.

"Do you want me to stop?" Marty whispered, one of his hands dropping
into my crotch, brushing against my erection.

"No..." I heard myself say, giving in to the way Marty was making me
feel.

"Thank you," Marty said softly, his hands undoing my pants as he
continued to kiss my face and mouth lightly.  "You won't regret it at
all..."

"Oh, my God," I moaned, feeling my friend's mouth close around my
prick, which he had finally freed from it cloth prison.  "Oh, damn!"

I looked down at Marty, who had his head in my lap and sucking away
happily on my rigid dick; the sight of his pale face being split by
the darker shaft of flesh was too much for my poor, overworked senses
to deal with.  I shuddered as sperm began to flow from me, encouraging
Marty to work his mouth on me faster and with greater gusto.

Momentarily drained, I fell onto my back on the bed and Marty
clambered alongside me, never taking his mouth from me.  Even though I
was finished shooting, the softness of his mouth and tongue was
somehow keeping me very erect.  I turned my head to the right and
could make out Marty's own erection, straining against his clothing as
mine had been moments ago.

"Take it out," I heard my voice saying distantly, like it was someone
else was saying it.

Marty hurried to comply with my request and I watched him fumbling
with his pants, all the while thinking that this was the most
strangest - and exciting - thing I'd ever done.

Because he wouldn't let my cock out of his mouth, it took him a couple
of tries to free his prick.  And, oh, it was absolutely beautiful!  I
reached over and took it in my hand, admiring the silky feel of it
against my hand, radiating heat and pulsing in time with his heart,
which had to be beating just as fast and hard as my own!

Now, I have to say that this wasn't the first time I'd ever seen
another guy's meat.  Where I used to live, the guys and me used to get
together and sit around jerking off while fantasizing about this girl
or that girl.  However, we never touched each other or considered
doing anything else.

My body shook with another spasm of delight as my fingers closed
around the shaft of Marty's dick and I began to stroke his rod,
pulling the silky skin upward slowly until the beautifully sculpted
head of his dick disappeared under a fleshy hood of skin.  As the tip
of his penis reappeared, I saw a drop of clear stuff - pre-cum, they
call it - appear at the slit and I knew I had to taste it, just as
Marty tasted mine.

Somehow, we managed to wind up on our sides; Marty's pecker hovered in
front of me and, throwing all caution to the wind, I closed my mouth
around his dick, letting my tongue run freely over it.

I could hear Marty groaning softly as I continued my clumsy attempt to
suck his cock, the sound encouraging me even though I had no fucking
idea what I was doing - or even why!  All I knew was that I had never
felt so damned good before and that having my friend's dick in my
mouth was very exciting.

We were both moaning and groaning now, each of us gently fucking the
other's mouth; I could feel myself getting ready to cum again and let
myself get carried away by the incredibly delicious feeling.  At the
same time, I sorta knew that Marty would be cumming soon, too, and I
tried to prepare myself for that moment.

It was all I could do to keep from chomping down on the tender flesh
of Marty's peter as I came, the sensations hitting me hard and often,
causing me to lose control over my body.  Marty was fucking my mouth
faster now and - was his dick getting thicker?  Yes, it was and I
somehow knew that it wouldn't be long before...

Yes, oh, yes!  Marty's seed began to fill my mouth, a thick, and
sweet/salty fluid spurting from the head of his dick, which was
trapped between my lips.  I held on as best I could while my friend
succumbed to his own ejaculation/orgasm, his body twitching and
jerking for a long time before finally settling down.

Marty and I laid on our sides, still facing each other's crotch, and
took time to catch our breath and recover from what had to be the most
amazing thing I'd ever done, let alone experienced.  As I started to
collect my thoughts, I could feel Marty gently kissing my thigh.

"That tickles," I said dreamily.

"Sorry," Marty replied, giving my shrunken member a gentle kiss and
sending another delightful shiver through me.

"I can't believe what just happened," I said.

"Did you like it?" Marty said, unable to hide the glimmer of hope in
his voice.

"Yes.  No.  Hell, I don't know," I said, feeling giddy.  "I've never
done anything like this before!"

"You could have fooled me," Marty said sweetly.

"Did I do okay?"

"You sure did, Tim," Marty replied.

I felt reassured by his words even though I wasn't fully aware of why
I felt the way I did.  We continued to lay side by side, neither of us
saying anything for quite a while.

"So, now what do we do?" I asked.  "I mean, Christ, where do we go
from here?"

"I was kinda hoping that you'd like to do this more often," Marty
answered, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at me.

That was a good point and one that I was having some very mixed
feelings about.  If someone had told me that I'd find myself lying in
bed, half-naked with my best friend after having just had oral sex
with him (and him with me), I would have pronounced him or her insane.
Yet, here I was.  Not only had I had my dick sucked for the first
time, it was a guy who did it and I loved every minute of it.  And, to
top it off, I had returned the favor just as enthusiastically as I had
received it!

"Well?" Marty asked nervously.

"Well, what?" I countered, having made up my mind.

"Can we do this again some time?"

I didn't answer verbally; instead, I pulled Marty to me, taking his
limp noodle into my mouth again, licking and sucking it until he was
rock hard again...


Four

Well, that first sleepover was the beginning of the most beautiful and
interesting relationship I'd ever had with anyone.  We spent the rest
of that weekend exploring this new act of intimacy and the more time I
spent doing it, the more I came to enjoy it.

By the time school started in September, Marty and I had established a
routine where most of our time together was spent sucking each other
into oblivion.

One day after school, we were in my room cuddling and recovering from
our latest oral exploits when Marty looked at me and flat-out shocked
the hell out of me.

"Tim?"

"Marty?"

"I think I love you," Marty said, kissing me lightly and snuggling
closer to me.  "You make me feel so good about myself and what we're
doing."

"I think I'm in love with you, too," I found myself replying - and I
knew in my heart that it was true, too, which was odd.  I mean, I was
having a great deal of very naughty fun with Marty - but I was also
falling in love with his sister, Lucy as well.  Marty knew about this;
in fact, he was the one who ratted me out to Lucy about my attraction
to her.  And, even though Lucy and I spent time together, it was just
as important for me to spend time with Marty as well.

Of course, Lucy knew that Marty and I were lovers and wasn't in the
least bit offended by it, which somehow made the whole situation just
peachy.
"Want something to drink?" I asked, getting out of the bed and looking
for my pants.

"I thought I just had something to drink!" Marty exclaimed, slapping
me playfully on the behind.

"Smartass," I said, slapping his ass in return.  "I'll be back in a
minute."  I returned a few minutes later with a couple can of ice-cold
soda, finding Marty still lying in my bed naked.

"You know what I was thinking?" Marty asked after taking a huge sip of
his soda.

"No, what?" I asked, knocking back a slug of my own.

"There's something I'd like to try."

"Really?  Like what?"

"Would you be willing to, um, fuck me in the ass?"  My hand paused in
mid-air; the soda can was just scant inches away from my wide-open
mouth.

"Huh?" I said stupidly.

"I want you to fuck me, Tim," Marty repeated and I knew he was very
serious about it.  "I want to feel you in my behind.  It's all that
I've been thinking about for the past few months."

"Why didn't you say something about it before now?" I asked, my mind
trying to figure out how to deal with this new information.

"I was afraid you'd say no or something," Marty said, his face turning
bright red.

A mild feeling of disgust wormed its way into me at the thought of
putting my dick in Marty's ass; after all, that's where shit came
from, you know?

"I don't know," I said honestly, finding the thought just as exciting
as it was disgusting.

"I know what you're thinking and I've got that part covered," Marty
said.  He leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up his pants;
reaching into a pocket, he produced a foil-wrapped object that was
instantly recognizable as a condom.  Having seen the rubber, the level
of disgust went down a little, while the level of my erection started
to rise a lot.

"Won't it hurt?" I asked, taking the condom from Marty and examining
it.

"I have no idea," Marty confessed.  "I've never gone this far before
with anyone, but I guess it would - you're not exactly carrying a
shrimp between your legs."  I was about to give him my answer when I
heard my parents coming in the house.

"Can we talk about this later?" I asked, hurriedly getting dressed
while Marty did the same; it just wouldn't be, ah, healthy to have
either of them barging into my room and seeing us naked together.

"Sure - we can talk about it after you get back from your date with
Lucy, okay?"

"If that's okay with you," I replied.  "You know, I really care for
your sister a lot."

"I know.  All she does is talk about you and how wonderful a guy you
are - as if I didn't know that already!" Marty said, laughing.

"Well..." I replied, feeling myself blush a little.

"Have you fucked her yet?" Marty asked, grinning at me.

"No, not yet, but it's not like I don't want to," I said.  "Besides,
if I had, she would have told you already, right?"

"Yeah, she would have.  I'm not supposed to tell you this, but she's
been waiting for you to ask for some because she's more than ready to
give it to you."

"Doesn't that bother you?" I asked.  "Me having sex with you and your
sister?"

"Should it?" Marty said, his smile widening.

"I'm asking," I said, trying to be serious.

"No, it doesn't bother me," Marty said, his smile dimming momentarily.
"We're friends and, I guess, lovers - but I don't own you.  Just one
thing, though."

"What's that?"

"If you fuck her, please be good to her, okay?"

"I promise," I said, quickly going over to Marty and kissing him fully
on the lips.  "C'mon, let's get a game of basketball in before it gets
too dark!"


Five

Time seemed to fly past us and, before either of us knew it, we were
graduating from high school.  I remember sitting on the stage and
watching Marty's cute ass as he went to get his diploma, feeling my
cock hardening under my gown.  As Marty circled back around to take
his seat, I spent the time waiting for my name to be called deep in
thought.

I remember the night we finally got around to fucking, the images of
that historical event causing my Lust-O-Meter to jump up several
points...

*   *   *

Lucy and I finally did get around to making love not three days after
Marty told me what she wanted from me.  I can't say that it was a bad
experience for either of us, but I felt really funny about it
afterwards; it was like I was fucking my way through their family,
which, of course, was a silly notion on my part.

The next day, we were sitting in my room; after much harassment from
Marty and a couple of well-placed threats, I agreed to tell him about
making love to Lucy, slightly amazed that he'd be interesting in
hearing the details of me playing Hide The Sausage with his sister.

Just the same, the boner he was sporting told me that he was more than
interested and the tale of my first time with Lucy would have been
told in its entirety had it not been for a sudden desire on my part to
have his prick in my mouth.

I tackled Marty without warning, forcing him onto my bed where I
started unfastening his pants while he protested mightily.

"Tim, stop!" Marty exclaimed, trying to fight off my busy hands.  "I
wanna hear the rest of the story!"

"And I want your cock," I said, my lust for Marty coming to the front
and pushing Lucy off to the side somewhere - at least for the moment,
anyway.  Marty fought well to keep his pants on - but not well enough
to keep my mouth off of him once the prize had been released.

"Oh, God, Tim," Marty hissed as I took him fully (and now easily) into
my mouth.  "I love you so very much!"

His words had their usual effect on me, giving me such a warm,
comforting feeling because I loved him just as much as he did me.  I
took my time sucking him, savoring the taste and feel of him in my
mouth, using my lips and tongue to both give and deny him pleasure at
my whim.

Marty begged me to give up some cock, too - but I wasn't ready for
that just yet.  I wanted to tease him some more, wanted to get him
right to the edge of release - then snatch him back at the last
moment, making him writhe and groan.  Yeah, I knew once he got his
hands on me, there'd be hell to pay - but for now, I was firmly in
control and taking full advantage of it.  Eventually, my own lust
began to get the better of me, feeling a great need to plunge my woody
deep into my lover's throat.

After shedding my own clothing, we easily meshed into our favorite
position, my trim and lean body on top of his, each of us joined at
the mouth with the other.

It's really funny what goes through your mind when you're making love.
Normally, my only thoughts are of how much pleasure I'm giving and
receiving; this time, however, I found my thoughts on how nicely
Marty's body had developed over the years.

Obviously, our bodies had greatly developed since the first time we
made love with each other, something I had really come to appreciate
as I tongued the network of veins that ran along Marty's large, thick
shaft; cupping his sac in my hands, I brought it to my mouth, sucking
each of his testicles into my mouth and giving them a very loving
washing with my tongue.  Oh, yes, this boy's dick had really filled
out, a far cry from the small pee-pee it had been just five years ago!

Not to be outdone, I felt my own balls being sucked into Marty's
mouth, causing me to grimace in pain/pleasure as he lavished attention
onto them, thrilling me to no end.  As I continued to suck him, I
envision my own cock, nestled deep in Marty's throat, seven inches of
hot, throbbing dark meat swabbing out my lover's tonsils.

I felt Marty's hands pulling at me, forcing my backside a little
lower; the movement made me shift my position, allowing his nuts to
escape me for the moment.  Whatever disappointment I felt at having my
tasty treat removed from me was quickly replaced by a white-hot jolt
of pleasure as Marty's tongue began to work against the tight ring of
my anus.

"Oh, fuck," I hissed, my eyes flying open as Marty wedged his tongue
as far as he could past my sphincter - what a weird fucking feeling!
Weird but, damn, really exciting at the same time.

Even though I couldn't reach his back hole, I wasn't about to be
outdone by this hot, brazen love of mine.  I slipped my thumb into my
mouth, coating it with generous amounts of saliva; reaching down, I
plunged my slickened thumb into Marty's ass, taking a bit of perverse
pleasure at feeling his cock jumping like crazy in my mouth.  I rammed
in until the base of my hand rested against the crack of his ass and I
began to work it in and out of him slowly at first, then with a lot
more gusto.

It didn't take him long to return the favor, either; my cock pulsed in
response as one of his long fingers passed into my bowels, my rectal
muscles spasming delightfully as he finger-fucked my ass.

Just when things were really getting hot, I felt the relative coolness
of the room's air on my dick, telling me that Marty was no longer
sucking me.

"It's time, Tim," Marty groaned as I screwed my thumb into his bottom.
"I want you in me!"

I didn't hesitate for one second, pulling my thumb out of his ass.
Reluctantly, I had to let go of his precious dick, but it didn't stop
me from swallowing him whole one last time before getting off the bed.
I went to my dresser and pulled out the big bottle of water-based
lubricant we often used when jerking each other off, returning to the
bed with it.  I looked into Marty's deep blue eyes, pumping out a
massive handful of the super-slick fluid, applying it at first to my
cock, then his ass.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice low and sultry.  Low and
sultry?  Ah, well, anyway...

"Yes, my love," Marty cooed.  "You've put this off long enough and,
today, your fingers just isn't going to get the job done!  Now, quit
stalling and ram that fucker in me!"

I climbed between Marty's outstretched legs, our cocks rubbing
together nicely as I jabbed my tongue between his lips, getting a
taste of my own ass and cock.  Another interesting taste, I assure
you, but not all that unpleasant.

"Come on, do it," Marty hissed, reaching between us and grabbing my
lubricated pole, positioning it at his back opening.  "Give it to me,
Tim... NOW!"

Feeling the head my dick lodged against his hole, I thrust my hips
forward, feeling his butthole being shoved aside by my cock.  We both
gasped as I passed into him easily, aided by the lubrication and
having had my thumb in his ass earlier.

"Oh, Jesus, it hurts!" Marty cried, clinging to me and trembling as I
forced more of my manhood into his bowel.

"Christ, you are so damned tight!" I groaned, feeling his anus trying
to expel me, the muscles squeezing me hard.

"Wait... wait a minute," Marty gasped, digging his fingers into my
back painfully.

I waited as my lover did whatever he had to do to adjust to having my
big dick in him; after a few moments, he looked up at me and smiled.

"Now fuck me, lover," he said, his eyes reflecting the love he felt
for me.

Fucking someone in the ass isn't quite the same as fucking a girl's
pussy.  For one, a cunt is better suited to handle a man's dick; after
all, it's designed to have eight-pound babies come out that way.
Where Lucy was tight, her cunt wasn't even close to being as
deliciously tight as her brother's ass was and I reveled in the dirty,
sinful feeling it gave me as I began to fuck Marty's ass with long,
sure strokes until I was ramming the full length of my dick into him
effortlessly.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," I cried, feeling my cock swell within the
ultra-tight confines of my lover's rectum.  "I can't hold it!"

"Don't, baby," Marty said dreamily.  "Give it up, Timmy, just give it
up!"

And I did, too.  Bright flashes of light exploded behind my tightly
clenched eyelids as spurt after spurt of hot, thick sperm shot inside
of Marty, coating his innards.  Each time my cock jerked, a wave of
nauseating pleasure crashed into me, feelings so intense I thought I
would pass out any second.

"Oh, that feels so damned good!" Marty shouted.  "God, Timmy, I can
feel it shooting in me!"  The only reply I could muster was to grunt
as my balls emptied themselves...

Spent and exhausted, I rolled off Marty and onto my stomach, my chest
heaving as I fought to catch my breath.  As I struggled to clear the
cobwebs from my slightly addled brain, I felt Marty's body cover mine,
followed by his erection poking at my back door.

"Your turn, baby," Marty whispered.

"OH, SHIT!" I screamed as Marty's lubricated dong flew past my
sphincter like a hot knife through butter; the pain was so intense I
almost threw up all over the place.

"Oh, hell yeah," Marty sighed, going into to up to the hilt.  "So
nice..."

As Marty began to move inside me, the pain began to subside and the
sick feeling in my stomach dissipated as well, leaving me feeling
rather nice and, um, rather full.  I could feel myself trying to eject
Marty's cock in the same way his ass tried to get rid of me and I felt
like I had to take the biggest dump the world has ever known.

At the same time, I felt a comforting sense of euphoria envelop me as
Marty pumped his dick into my ass, the head prodding and knocking
against my prostate.  After only a few seconds - and despite the fact
that my cock wasn't in the least bit hard, I could feel myself
cumming, the wet stickiness trapped between my shuddering body and the
sheets.

Each time Marty made contact with my prostate, it brought on a
dizzying wave of pleasure; I raised up some, giving him better access
to my backside and smiling happily as he took full advantage of it.

The room was filled with the sounds of both of us grunting and
groaning and the bed rocking and creaking as my lover fucked me,
taking my anal virginity with as much glee as I felt in giving it to
him.

Just as I was really settling into this new and wonderful pleasure, I
felt Marty's cock expand and lengthen, sending a slightly forgotten
spike of pain into me - he was about to shoot in me!

"Go!  Go!" I shouted, shoving my ass up at him as hard as I could.

"OH, FUCK!" Marty shouted as his seed spilled into me.  And what a
funny feeling that was, too!  I could actually feel his spunk shooting
into me while his cock heaved and jerked, enhancing the whole thing
for me.

After what seemed to be a couple of years, Marty pulled out of me with
a wet and rather disgusting kind of sound; I was feeling suddenly very
empty and, then, a little embarrassed as the air that had gotten
trapped inside of me decided to escape as well with a long, loud and
bubbly sound.

I got up to go clean up and I felt Marty's sperm leaking out of my
sore backside and knew that our love had finally come full circle.

*   *   *

I smiled at the memory of our first fuck and had been so engrossed
with my thoughts that I almost missed hearing my name called!  I stood
up quickly, suddenly thankful that I was sitting in the back row
because I had to make a quick adjustment, if you know what I mean; it
would have been a disaster to walk across the stage... with my hard-on
leading the way!

Our families got together afterwards for a small party they had
planned for us, presenting us with gifts and stuff for our
accomplishments.  Not that we were ungrateful, but I knew we were both
wanting to get through this as quickly as we could so that we could
spend some, ah, special time together to exchange a few gifts of our
own.

Later that evening, in the privacy of Marty's bedroom, we made love
like never before, each of us cherishing this, the greatest gift of
all... the gift of love.  In the afterglow, we promised to love each
other forever...


Six

It's funny that when things go wrong, they really get fucked up.
Marty and I had hoped to attend the same college in the fall and had
gone about making plans and being really excited about the prospect of
being roommates - and all the fun we could have.

As it happened, we had our plans pretty much shredded; with Marty's
family being much better off financially than mine, Marty wound up
enrolling at State College while I was forced to accept a full
scholarship at State University, some sixty miles apart.

Oh, it was a really devastating blow, to be sure.  After recovering
from the initial shock, we realized that we would still be able to see
each other - but it wouldn't be as often as either of us would have
preferred.  The revelation was a catalyst that drove us to spend as
much time together as possible before September rolled around again.

Then, if that hadn't been enough, Lucy called me one day to tell me
that she was pregnant with my baby!  Now, don't get me wrong here,
okay?  I loved Lucy just as much as I did Marty, but the news
threatened to force me into thinking about foregoing college in order
to support the baby.

Our parents got together to discuss this situation amongst them.  They
weren't exactly pissed off, but they weren't exactly overwhelmed with
joy, either.  Marty, on the other hand, seemed to be tickled pink with
the news; during the talk with the parents, he stood by my side
lending his support both physically and emotionally.

Finally, after much discussion, we all decided that the best - and
honorable - thing to do was for me to marry Lucy.

"But, what about college?" I asked.  "Without a degree, getting a
good-paying job is going to be hard to do!"

"We realize that, son," my father said.  "So, we've decided that Lucy
can stay here with us until you can save up enough money to afford an
apartment for the two, um, three of you."

"How will we survive?" I asked, not even feeling any better about
this.  "I know I can get a job after classes, but that won't nearly be
enough!"

"Tim," Dave Jacobs was saying in that kind voice of his.  "We're
willing to take up whatever slack for you, but we just feel it's the
right thing to do."

"Damn, I'm going to be an uncle!" Marty said gleefully.  For a moment,
I felt a little angry with him being so happy - but it quickly passed
as I realized that having him for my brother-in-law wasn't going to
change one thing between us.

We spent the rest of the evening hashing out the details for a quick
and quiet wedding and obtaining leads on apartments around the school.
Lucy finally went to bed, stopping only to kiss me openly in front of
everyone before heading upstairs.  I was dismayed but happy as Marty
sidled up to me.

"Let's go for a walk," Marty said, giving me a shove in the back.  "We
need to talk."

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear what he had to say, but I also knew I
wouldn't be able to avoid it, so I followed him outside and headed up
Westbrook towards Alpine.

"You know I love you very much," Marty said, looking at me.

"I love you, too," I said, feeling a lump in my throat.

"You knocked up my sister - wonder where you found the time to do
that?" Marty asked, his voice light and teasing.

"Must have been that night we came back from the movies," I offered.
"But I was wearing a condom!"

"A condom that wasn't quite working up to specifications, it seems,"
Marty said, threatening to crack a rib trying not to laugh.

"Smartass," I shot back, a little irritated.

"Seriously, I wanted you to know that this, um, situation doesn't
change the way I feel about you or our relationship.  In fact, marry
Lucy kind of brings it all home, you know, making us even closer than
before."

I had to admit Marty had a point there.  Just the same, I was inwardly
pleased that he wasn't angry with me for knocking his sister up,
accident or not.

"We can still see each other, can't we?" I asked, resisting the
temptation to hold Marty's hand.

"Of course - it's not like we have anything to hide from my sister,"
Marty confirmed, warming my heart with the loving look in his eyes.
"Besides, I kinda like the way your dick taste after you've been in
her."

We walked along silently for a moment, turning at the intersection of
Grandville and Webster before heading back the way we came.

"I could just eat you alive right now," I said, giving voice to my
feelings.  "Right about now, I'd love to be inside you!"

"And I'd love to have you there, believe me," Marty said.  "But,
you've got some planning to do and, shit, I have to get my suit out of
the cleaners!"

We drew a collection of odds looks from our parents when we returned,
both of us smiling widely as we joined the family at the dining room
table to make our plans for the future.


Seven

It was decided that Lucy and I get married the week before I left for
college.  In our parents' eyes, it would give us enough time to spend
together to, ah, take care of a few things and allow me to finalize my
admission.  Marty's travel plans were already made and he had set
aside one day to attend his sister's wedding as my best man.

I had expected to spend my last night as a "free man" with Marty (he
wouldn't have it any other way), with the two of us bombed out of our
skulls and fucking and sucking each other like there was no tomorrow.
As it turned out, we only had a couple of drinks and reduced our
usually raunchy sessions to a rather mild-mannered 69.

"I am so happy for you, Tim," Marty said, settling into the crook of
my arm.  "Lucy's gonna make you a good wife."

"I hope so," I said wistfully.  "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"How come you never joined us for sex?"

"What kind of question is that?" Marty asked, looking up at me.

"Well, it isn't really my question," I elaborated, stroking Marty's
stylishly short blonde hair.  "Lucy asked me one night and I didn't
have an answer for her.  Shit, it never really crossed my mind."

"Tim, she's my sister," Marty said.  "I would never dream of doing
anything sexual with my sister!"

"No, stupid, not like that," I said, flicking my index finger hard
against his earlobe.

"Ow!  Watch it!" Marty protested, punching me lightly on the thigh.
"So, what the hell are you talking about?"

"We had finished making love one night and she asked me why you never
joined us.  When I asked her why she would want something like that to
happen, she said that she was always a little jealous of those times
when she knew we were together."

"I never knew that," Marty said, shaking his head.

"Neither did I.  Anyway, she said that she wanted to see us together
and watch us making love."

"My sister's a kinky little something, isn't she?" Marty said with a
laugh.

"I really couldn't say," I replied, laughing at the sudden image of
Lucy dressed in tight leathers and brandishing a cat-o-nine tails.  "I
told her I'd ask you - and I have."

"I guess it just never occurred to me," Marty said with a sigh,
adjusting his position against my body.  "Like I said, I've never
wanted to have sex with Lucy."

"You think something like that would have happened?" I asked, my prick
stirring at the thought of my beloved Marty giving his sister the high
hard one.

"Probably," Marty replied with a shrug.  "Besides, women don't turn me
on like a guy does, as if you didn't know.  And, I have to admit that
whenever I knew you were fucking her, well, I was jealous, too."

"No shit!" I exclaimed, surprised to hear this from him.

"Yeah, well, I guess I claimed you for my own, you know?" Marty
offered, blushing a deep red.  "Don't get me wrong - I don't mind
sharing you with my sister, but it's one of those territorial things."

"I think I understand," I said with a smile.  "I'd probably feel the
same way if I were in your shoes."

"In my shoes?  Your feet are too big for my shoes, silly," Marty said
playfully.

"So, what are we going to do, love?" I asked.  "I mean, I love you
and, somehow, I feel like I'm doing you wrong or something."

"Well, the way I see it, nothing really changes, does it?  Unless, of
course, Lucy decided that she doesn't want her new husband dicking her
brother."

"I suppose we'll just have to see," I said, hugging Marty closer to
me.  "In the meantime, would you give some thought to having sex with
us some time?"

"I'll think about it, but I won't guarantee anything.  She's my sister
and I love her and, well, if anyone's going to lay pipe to her, I'd
rather it be you."

I lifted Marty's chin and fastened my lips onto his, snaking my tongue
into the familiar warmth of his mouth.  As our tongues did battle, I
could feel his hand on my prick, pumping it into hardness.

"I want you inside me," Marty whispered, grabbing the bottle of lube
and squirting some in his hand, applying it to my stiff and ready
member.  "No more foreplay, Timmy - fuck my ass!"

A groan escaped my lips as I rolled between my lover's legs, lifting
them high and wide as Marty positioned me at his entrance.  We both
groaned with delight as my glans passed into him, followed quickly by
several more inches of my hardness.

"Oh, God, I love feeling you like this," Marty moaned, wrapping his
arms around my neck as I fed his bottom a healthy portion of cock.
"You make me feel so alive!"

"I feel the same way," I grunted, easing my dick into his bum until my
balls slapped against his butt cheeks.  "I love you so much..."

There was nothing else left to say; well, nothing words could be used
for, anyway.  With my passion in complete control, I fucked Marty with
all the love and gusto I could bring to bear until I flooded his
bowels with my seed, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

And, when my lover invaded my backside with his gorgeous dong, I felt
so much joy and much more love for this man than mere words could ever
convey.  Feeling his spunk splattering my insides was a pleasure and
delight I knew I'd badly miss...


Eight

Just when you think that life is good, something comes along to remind
you that life, in all its wonder and glory, just isn't fair most of
the time.

Lucy and I had a lovely ceremony that was attended by our parents and
Marty with Lucy's mother serving as bridesmaid for her daughter.
Afterwards, we went back to my parents' home for a little celebrating.
An hour or so later, I heard my father talking to Lucy's, suggesting
that they all go take in a movie and leave the newlyweds alone for a
while.  They were all grabbing their coats and were preparing to leave
when Lucy called out to Marty to wait a moment.

"I'll drive myself over and meet you there," Marty told our folks
before turning to his sister.  "What's up, Sis?"

"Timmy and I would like for you to stay with us while we, um,
consummate our marriage," Lucy said without preamble.

"I can't do that, Sis," Marty said.  "This is supposed to be your
night with your new husband and, well, I'd just get in the way.
Besides, why would either of you want me there in the first place?"

"Because we both love you very much," Lucy said, going over to her
brother and kissing him lightly on the cheek.  "And, frankly, I don't
know about you, but the two of us have figured that the three of us
would wind up in bed eventually, so now's just as good a time as any,
right dear?"

"Yeah, what she said," I replied noncommittally.  "It's the way we
both feel, Marty and, really, there's no greater gift you could give
us."

"I don't know what to say," Marty said, wiping his eyes.  "Lucy, you
know I've never though of you in sexual terms, don't you?"

"I know," Lucy said, smiling.  "Although, I have to admit that I used
to wonder what it would be like to fuck you."

"Really?  Didn't know that..." Marty said.  Even from where I was
standing, I could tell that he was both intrigued and troubled by our
offer.

"So, what's it going to be?" I asked, moving to join them where they
stood.  "You with us or not?"

*   *   *

"Oh, shit," Lucy cursed lightly as she watched me devouring her
brother's cock.  "Oh, what a beautiful sight!"

It had taken quite some time for the three of us to get over the
awkwardness of the situation, none of us quite sure how to get things
rolling once we were all naked and in bed; Lucy finally broke the
stalemate by leaning over and sucking her brother's cock into her
mouth.

Once that happened, things quickly fell into place.  I sat and watched
Lucy and Marty together for a moment, laughing at his fumbling
attempts to eat his sister's cunt; Lucy was very patient about it,
talking him through what to do and where his mouth should be.  I could
only assume he got it right when Lucy experienced a massive orgasm
against her brother's mouth...

Then it was time for Lucy to see what she'd wanted to see - me getting
it on with Marty.  By the time my mouth closed around his cock, I was
so horny it wasn't funny.  For a while, Lucy just sat and watched,
fingering her cunt to heighten her pleasure before snatching my dick
from her brother's mouth and giving me her style of oral pleasure.

Moments later, Marty had his cock buried deep into his sister's quim,
muttering his surprised at how good pussy felt.  I couldn't resist the
temptation of seeing his ass rising and falling as he fucked my wife
and joined the party, burying my stiffness into his ass while he
plowed his sister's hole.

We all came like that, with Marty filling his sister's pussy with his
spunk and me filling his ass with mine.  After a brief period of rest,
we changed places with me taking Lucy doggy-style and Marty doing the
same to me.  Our loving went long into the night, the three of us
trying all possible combinations before dropping off for some
much-needed sleep.

*   *   *

I awoke the next morning to find Lucy lying beside me and the spot
next to her empty - Marty was gone!  Being careful not to awaken her,
I slid from the bed and quickly searched the house, only to find it
empty.  Saddened, I returned to the bedroom, finding Lucy awake with a
concerned look on her face.

"Where's Marty?" Lucy asked, slipping on one of my shirts.

"He's gone," I replied, feeling a lump of sorrow in my throat.

"Gone?  Gone where?"

"I don't know, honey?" I answered, my thoughts jumbled and
disorganized.

"Do you think it had anything to do with last night?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know," I repeated.  "It's possible..."

"But we had so much fun last night!" Lucy cried, unable to keep her
own pain from coming to the surface.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I agreed.  "Pass me the phone, will
you?"

Lucy handed me the cordless phone and I quickly dialed Marty's house;
the phone rang about ten times before it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Marty?"

"Oh, hi, Tim," Marty said.

"Jesus Christ, Marty," I yelled.  "You scared the shit out of us!  Why
did you just up and leave without telling anyone you were going?"

"I didn't want to wake you up," Marty replied sheepishly; I could
imagine his face turning beet-red.

"Oh, really?  Damn it, you could have left us a note or something!"

"I know, but I needed some time to think about what happened last
night," Marty explained.  "I mean, damn, Timmy, I fucked my own
sister... and I loved every minute of it!"

"What is he saying?" Lucy asked.

"He said that he left because he had to think about last night," I
answered impatiently.  "And that he enjoyed fucking you."

"Oh, I'm glad he enjoyed himself," Lucy said with relief.  "But,
why...?"

"Shh," I hissed, pressing my ear to the phone.  "Marty, you want us to
come over so we can talk about this?"

"No, not really," Marty said; even over the phone, I could hear a
certain sadness in his voice.  "I'm not in the mood to talk right
now."

"But..." I protested.

"No buts, Tim," Marty said.  "Besides, I've got to get to the airport
before I miss my flight.  You know I'm supposed to sign in today,
don't you?"

"Shit, I forgot!" I said, slapping my forehead.  "Okay, listen - call
us when you get there, okay?  We have to talk about this!"

"I will," Marty promised.  "I had so much fun with you and Lucy last
night and, well, I've been thinking that it would be nice to do it
again some time."

"Timmy!  What is he saying?" Lucy said, looking like she wanted to
snatch the phone out of my hand.

"Hold on, Marty," I said, placing my hand over the mouthpiece.  "He
said that he's got to go catch his plane so he can sign in at school
and that he wants to make love with us again if it's alright with us."

"Tell him, yes, it would be okay with me if you don't mind," Lucy
said.

"Marty?  Sorry about that - your sister's being a pain in the ass," I
said with a smile.  "She said that it would be okay if we all did it
together again."

"That would be great," Marty said.  "Look, I've got to go - I'll call
you when I get settled in!"


Nine

That was the last time anyone heard from Marty.  From what we were
told later, his plane experienced engine trouble not long after
takeoff and, even though the pilots did everything they could to keep
the plane airborne, it wasn't enough as the plane crashed, killing
everyone on board.

We were all devastated by the news; Lucy had fainted and was taken to
the hospital for observation because she was pregnant.  Our parents
were just as stunned at the news at having lost Marty to such a tragic
accident.

But the terrible news didn't hit anyone as hard as it did me.  Marty
just wasn't my brother-in-law - he was much more than that, being
friend and lover as well.  I had learned so much about life and living
from him and just couldn't deal with his death.

The services for Marty were, if nothing else, impressive.  I hadn't
realized how many people Marty had known and was surprised at how many
people had shown up to pay their last respects.

Numb with grief, I sat through the services, my loss being made more
profound because my wife was still in the hospital, too upset to
attend her brother's funeral.

We carefully bore Marty's casket from the church, taking care not to
drop it as we moved slowly down the steps, making sure we didn't lose
our footing on the slippery surface left behind by last night's snow
storm.

Tears of sadness flowed freely down my face as I watched the hearse I
was following make its way to Green Valley Cemetery, Marty's final
resting place.  Of course, I could have ridden in the family car with
the others, but I very much needed to be alone with my thoughts and my
memories.

At the cemetery, the wind whipped the fallen snow into miniature
cyclones of white crystals that stung our faces as we listened to the
minister intone the closing words of the service, ashes to ashes, dust
to dust...


Epilogue

I shifted my car into Drive and made my way from this place of the
dead, fully realizing that Marty would have wanted me to quickly get
back to the business of living.  After all, I had a wife to take care
of, as well as a child on the way, a child who would never know just
how wonderful a person his or her uncle was.  I still had to get
enrolled in school, having gotten permission to delay that event until
after the funeral.

As I passed through the gates and onto the main road, I smiled to
myself, knowing that even though my love was gone, I would always have
the memories of what we shared and learned together.

Finis

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