THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Gordon

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

"Hey, what's up? You look kinda weird today."

Gordon Joiner looked up at his friend Jack Logan as Jack took a
seat beside Gordon on the bench. Gordon hesitated as they both
silently watched their friends on the beach. It was spring break
and men with out-of-control hormones flocked here to look for
willing men or women for transient flings. The beach was more
crowded than usual today on the account of a wet T-shirt contest
being held by Gordon's enterprising friend Terence Stillwater.
While Gordon lived just nearby, many of his friends flew or drove
down here right after college closed for the fun and sun.

Having lived here for as long as he could remember, Gordon didn't
find the part atmosphere of Sancarmo Bay as exciting as his
college friends. But the Oscholars, as Gordon and his friends
called themselves in a tongue-in-cheek homage to Oscar Wilde, were
the closest people he would call his brothers and he was happy to
play host to his friends when they decided that some mindless fun
was in order to celebrate their one-year friendship. As someone
who grew up without many friends, Gordon often believed that going
to NYC and meeting the Oscholars was one of the best things that
happened in his life.

He nearly managed to lose the lingering guilt that always played
at the back of his mind when he was with the Oscholars, that his
brother Rusty was working his ass off to support Gordon while
Gordon was sitting on his ass and spending Rusty's hard-earned
money. They were orphaned when their parents died in a road
accident while Rusty was sixteen and Gordon ten. Rusty dropped out
of high school to work several jobs, persuaded the judge to place
him and Gordon under the care of their neighbor instead of
allowing Social Services to separate them, and took over the roles
of father, brother, and anchor in Gordon's life.

Thinking of Rusty, Gordon paled under his tanned skin. While Jack
was one of the more thoughtful Oscholars unlike, say, Terrence or
Elias who could be a thoughtless ass at times, Gordon was
reluctant to confide the disquieting scene he was accidentally
witnessed this morning.

"Nothing," he said instead. "I'm just tired. Maybe I've been
partying too hard."

"You?" Jack made a sound of disbelief. Work hard, party harder -
that was the motto that the Oscholars lived by. "You were in fine
form last night. Just before I blacked out from all that drinking
and fucking, I distinctly remembered seeing you going at it with
those two hot Henderson studs."

That was what disturbed Gordon, actually, the fact that the
Oscholars spent last night in a debauched free-for-all orgy while
Rusty had to resort to what Gordon accidentally witnessed this
morning when Gordon walked past Rusty's slightly opened bedroom
door on his way to the bathroom. Gordon had heard a soft moan and
worried that Rusty might have injured some bone again like the man
did a few months ago while at work, Gordon stopped to peek through
the narrow gap of the door. That was how he saw Rusty masturbate.

While Gordon was happily pumping his cock into any willing asshole
in last night's party, fuelled by a cocktail of LSD and alcohol,
Rusty lay in bed, alone and exhausted from overwork. Watching
Rusty press his face into the pillow to stifle his moans as the
man spread his legs and rubbed his right hand in brisk motions
along the shaft of his cock, Gordon bit into his forehand to keep
himself from making the wounded sound that was threatening to
emerge. Rusty wasn't even taking time to pleasure himself -
Gordon's brother was strictly business-like as he pumped that cock
as fast as he could just to get off before he rushed for work at
the construction site. In a few heartbeats, Rusty reached his
climax. Spurts of creamy semen splattered onto Rusty's stomach.
Rusty didn't even stop to savor the orgasm. Quickly, he grabbed a
T-shirt from the floor, cleaned himself, and hastily pulled on his
shorts. Gordon quickly walked away before Rusty opened the door.

"Hiya, Gord, morning!" Rusty said, pausing in his dash to the
bathroom to give Gordon their morning ritual kiss on the cheek.
"Sorry I gotta use the bathroom first. The town council bastards
are coming to check the site and I need to make sure that
everything is in order before they come. Alan will have my hide if
they don't approve of our project."

The two brothers were comfortable with each other to the point
that they didn't blink an eye with they saw each other naked. In
his haste, Rusty forgot to shut the bathroom door and normally
Gordon wouldn't blink an eye at the sight of Rusty's blurred naked
form through the shower stall door. But the sight of Rusty's thick
erect cock played in Gordon's mind as he stood frozen at the
doorway and stared at Rusty in the shower. A part of him was
appalled that he was indulging in sexual excesses with his friends
while Rusty couldn't even afford the luxury of a decent come.
Another part of him was simmering in a strange, alien hunger as
Gordon found himself wondering what it would be like to take that
cock in his mouth, to lick and slowly savor its taste and contour,
before drinking his brother's thick ejaculate.

Jesus fucking Christ, what was he thinking? Shocked at the
direction of his thoughts, Gordon had quickly walked away from the
bathroom. But his cock was as hard as rock in his shorts. It was
all he could do to refrain from jerking off because to give in to
this unholy lust he was feeling was unthinkable.

But he couldn't stop thinking of Rusty hours later, even when the
Oscholars were offering plenty of distraction in that wet T-shirt
contest Terrence was throwing. The success of the contest meant
that there would be plenty of money tonight for booze and pills to
get high to. Like last night, they would hit the town and pick up
any guy willing to share the fun. The Oscholars, being young and
beautiful, would end up throwing their own party in their rented
beach house, a party where every guest was expected to participate
in hedonistic orgies with complete abandon. Every party was wilder
than the last because there was never a shortage of people during
Spring Break looking for pleasure and word-of-mouth spread fast
about the wild parties the Oscholars threw. Usually Gordon would
be joining the others in the contest, laughing and flirting and
maybe even pulling aside those people he managed to seduce for a
quick fuck, but today he just sat aside from the fun and wondered
why he was feeling nauseated by the proceedings.

No, he knew why. He was sick with guilt because his brother gave
up everything, including his social life, to make sure that Gordon
became a man their parents would be proud of. Gordon didn't even
know which way Rusty swung as he had never seen Rusty going out on
a date with members of either sex. Maybe Rusty was discreet. Or
judging from how Rusty treated his hard-on with perfunctory
carelessness this morning, Rusty had been doing without for a long
time. And here was Gordon, carelessly unloading his balls into any
willing fuck buddy, just as Gordon contributed little to the
household finances while Rusty worked long hours to make sure that
Gordon didn't have to wait tables too much to pay off his tuition
fees.

"If it's about a guy," Jack said, "I've realized that sometimes
talking to him works better than just fucking him and believing
that everything will be alright. I'm just speaking hypothetically,
of course, not from experience."

Despite his mood, Gordon smiled at Jack. Everyone in the Oscholars
knew of Jack's unrequited crush on the young man's psychology
lecturer.

"Let me confess something," Jack said.

"I'm all ears."

"I fucked Martin right before we came here." Jack shrugged. Martin
was the lecturer in question. "Yeah, I finally nailed him. He
liked it too, although he was sick with guilt once we were done."
He cursed softly as he stared absently at the crowd around the
stage where Terrence was holding court, his thoughts distant. "It
was good, Gordon. No, better than good. We've done all kinds of
fuck, haven't we? But at that moment, when I kissed him hard while
I came hard into his tight hot ass, I can't remember anything
better than that moment."

Gordon didn't know what to say. He didn't know what Jack wanted to
hear. Gordon could congratulate Jack for finally succeeding in
doing what Jack had been trying to do all year but Jack didn't
look triumphant. In fact, Jack looked defeated.

"I'm thinking that I shouldn't have come here," Jack said quietly.
"I should have stayed back in NYU and persuaded Martin to accept
things between us. Here I am, fucking strangers when I could be
with him, making him see that we could be something, you know?
What I'm saying, Gord, is that it may be too late for me and
Martin, but if you're facing what I'm facing, you shouldn't let
your pride win. I was insulted that Martin didn't give me what I
wanted so I ran like a fucking coward. I should've have stayed and
talked to him. Tell him that I - I don't know. I should've stayed
behind and done something." With that, Jack stood up and walked
back towards the crowd. He didn't ask Gordon to join him, knowing
full well that Gordon wouldn't.

Gordon watched as Jack disappeared among the crowd of young, hot
bodies ripe for the Oscholars' plucking, surprised by Jack's
revelation. He had never seen carefree Jack so bitter. They had
always assumed that Jack was just toying around with Martin.
Gordon didn't even think Martin was halfway cute. Jack's words
played in Gordon's mind as Gordon tried to sort out his confusion.

He could always talk to Rusty. Rusty was the smartest guy he knew
when it came to life. Rusty would know what to do, surely?





TWO

Rusty, Gordon realized, was one sexy motherfucker. Oh, he knew
that his brother was sexy. He had never realized just how
devastatingly sexy Rusty was until now. Rusty came home earlier
than the usual ten in the evening today because, as his boss Alan
told Gordon, Rusty had been working too hard and the man fainted
today at the site out of exhaustion. It was lucky that the man was
just a little dehydrated, Alan told Rusty. He was actually quite
angry at Rusty for pushing himself too hard, and Gordon liked Alan
because of that.

"Take your brother and make sure that he gets some rest. I can't
be here all the time to make sure that one of my best project
directors isn't working himself to death so I'm holding you
responsible," Alan told Gordon over the phone earlier that day.
"If he shows up at the site during the rest of this month, tell
him I'll fire him on the spot."

Rusty wasn't happy. He was sure that the temporary person in
charge would never be as good as him, of course, and he wanted to
ignore Alan and head straight to work once the hospital cleared
him for release. Gordon could be firm when he wanted to, though,
and Rusty was now working in the kitchen. The man couldn't sit
still, he always needed to do something to keep his hands busy,
Gordon realized as he watched a shirtless Rusty briskly prepare
some fried bacon and eggs for their dinner. He was stirring the
Thousand Island dressing for their salad but his hands stilled,
transfixed by the sight of Rusty's taut stomach. His brother's
eight-pack stomach was one of the most perfect Gordon had ever
seen and he had seen plenty. Rusty's shorts hung low enough to
expose the deep V that framed a thick treasure trail that started
from Rusty's navel. When Rusty bent over slightly, his buttocks
were firm and taut rounded gluts that had Gordon's mouth watering.
Worse was the fact that Rusty's cock was freely flopping in his
shorts and every movement he made had that impressively sized cock
making tantalizing bulges that danced with every step Rusty made.

Gordon had never taken a cock up his ass before but as his
buttocks clenched in desire so intense that he thought he would
explode in flames, he knew he would gladly make an exception where
Rusty was concerned.

What was he thinking? Rusty was his brother. What he was feeling
for Rusty was wrong. Gordon ruthlessly suppressed his feelings. Of
course he would never give in to those feelings. He didn't dare,
especially because he didn't know what Rusty's reactions would be.
Unlike some of his friends, he wasn't the aggressive type. His
good looks and tightly-muscled physique made sure that he could
get all the asses he wanted but he seldom had to do any pursuing,
which suited him fine as he was actually a little shy around
people. What he could do, though, was to make sure that Rusty
would never sacrifice too much for his sake. He would show Rusty
some hot spots, introduce some hot fine people for him to spice up
his life, and he would never have to jerk off in his bedroom so
often. Gordon also planned to be more of a help to Rusty around
the place but he wasn't sure how to go about doing that yet. He
knew how to have fun, though, and he could start with that.

"Come join me and the gang tonight," he offered.

Rusty laughed. "Don't you think I'm too old for you people?" he
said, giving Gordon a sexy grin that had Gordon shivering slightly
in delight.

"You are one sexy son of a bitch, Rusty," Gordon confessed. "Come
on, the ladies will love you."

"Actually, like you, Gord, I think I'll stick to the guys," Rusty
said.

That was the first time Rusty confirmed his sexuality to Gordon
and damn it, Gordon felt his cock harden as his treacherous mind
whispered that Rusty could be available to Gordon if he played his
cards right. "I. uh, that's better, because this party will be
filled with hot guys all ready to give out."

Rusty's crooked grin was really turning Gordon on. "Thanks, Gord,
but I'll pass. But you have fun though. But remember what I told
you about taking it easy on the drugs. Don't screw up your life."

"I always follow your advice, Rusty," Gordon protested gently.
"You can trust me."

"Aw, come on, Gord, you know me. I always worry about you, kid,"
Rusty told him.

"I know," Gordon said as his lust deflated slightly as he looked
into Rusty's soulful green eyes and saw his brother's unabashed
pride for him. "I wish I can live up to your expectations
sometimes."

"Well, don't worry about that because I'm proud of you," Rusty
said. "You're the first in our family to get into college. You
will be a great guy one day. That's hell of a good enough for me."

"I should help - "

It was a discussion they had often and Rusty dismissed it now as
he had in the past. "I'm your big brother and it is my
responsibility to take care of you," he declared.

"But what about your life?" Gordon exclaimed. "Are you happy,
Rusty?"

"I." Rusty looked at Gordon as if he hadn't considered that
question before. He opened his mouth to speak but instead he just
placed the plates of ham and eggs on the table. He sat down and
took a bite. Realizing that Gordon was still watching him, he
swallowed. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Are you happy, Rusty?"

"Does it matter?" asked Rusty.

"It does to me," Gordon answered softly.

Rusty's eyes never left Gordon as he shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not.
I don't know if I'm happy," he said nonchalantly.

The nonchalance in Rusty's voice didn't fool Gordon. His fingers
curled, gripping the tablecloth as he instinctively recoiled at
the stark desolation in his Rusty's eyes in that brief instance
when Rusty dropped his stoic fa‡ade. And then the mask was
restored and Rusty looked as he always did - a cute guy ready with
a smile and laugh. Rusty had many friends, Gordon always assumed,
but now he wondered whether Rusty had allowed any of them to come
close to him. Had Gordon stolen so much from Rusty's life?

"Why are you looking at me that way?" Rusty asked. There was a
quiet but unnerving steel in his voice that Gordon had never heard
before. "Don't push me, Gordon," Rusty continued to say. "I'm not
happy, as you've correctly guessed," he said. "But do I have a
choice? Who can we turn for help, Gordon? I could have played
baseball like I always dreamed. I missed the try-out because I had
to bail out on school just one week before the big day, and I'd
trained so fucking hard for it. I could have done so many fucking
things." Without warning, he took hold of the plate before him and
threw it against the wall. It shattered to pieces. Rusty took an
audible deep breath. "But I am proud of you, kid," he said to
Gordon, his voice calmer now. "You have never given me any reason
to regret missing out on what I could have done if our parents
hadn't died."

"We were never this close before they died," Gordon whispered.

"No, but that was because we didn't understand how important
family is. When we have only each other, only then do we realize
that," concurred Rusty. Correctly gauging Gordon's worries, he
told his brother, "No, I don't hate you for what I have to do,
kid. I sometimes get fucking mad at Mom and Dad for leaving me to
care for you, but that's just me being selfish for a short time.
Do I miss having fun? Yeah, I guess. I was quite wild, like you,
when I was your age." He smiled at the memory. "But there's no
turning back now. I'm who I am."

"Why not? Why can't you take some time to meet some nice guy for
dates?" Gordon asked.

"Dates? That sounds rather romantic coming from my slutty party
monster kid brother," Rusty teased.

"Don't be a martyr on my account, Rusty, please," Gordon pleaded.
"It is killing me to see you deliberately sacrificing your own
chance at happiness for me. Please, come with me to the beach
house tonight. I'll show you some guys you can have fun with."

"Damn it to hell, no!" Rusty's low shout startled Gordon into
silence. "I will not see you kissing and fucking some fucking
stranger when I want so fucking badly to - " Rusty started to say
but stared at Gordon as he shut up when he heard what he was
saying. "I'm sorry," he finally said, standing up. "I'm tired,
Gordon. Please, get out of the house and leave me alone."

Gordon watched as Rusty left the kitchen, his heart pounding in
his ears, as he recalled what Rusty nearly said out loud. He
couldn't help but to smile.





THREE

Rusty's bedroom was off-limits to Gordon and Gordon always
respected his brother's privacy. But he was in no mood to be
considerate the next morning when Rusty left for his morning run
along the beach. He opened Rusty's bedroom door and because it was
still dark outside, he switched on the light.

Like Gordon's room, Rusty's was typically that of a bachelor's
den. Clothes were scattered on the floor and across the bed.
Gordon picked up a pair of boxers from the floor. He pressed his
face into the crotch region, giving a husky moan of pleasure as he
inhaled the musky scent of Rusty's lingering maleness, a pungent
aroma of sweat, urine, and a tantalizing hint of semen. Sitting on
the bed, he kicked off his shorts and replaced them with Rusty's
soiled boxers. He rubbed his cock against the fabric as he
sauntered over to Rusty's still switched-on PC over at the table
beside the bed.

He gasped when he noticed the screensaver for the first time. He
saw an image of himself, clad only in low-clad shorts, laughing, a
shot taken a few days ago when he was with the Oscholars down at
the beach. The image vanished thanks to the screensaver effect to
be replaced by another shirtless image of Gordon. Gordon pressed a
key and just as he suspected, the desktop image of his brother's
PC was another shirtless image of Gordon. Only this one was of
Rusty playfully pulling down Gordon's swim shorts at their
neighbor Martha's BBQ party last year. Someone snapped a photo and
passed it to Rusty, Gordon guessed.

Gordon pulled the top drawer open. His fingers trembled as he
pulled out a photo album. He was half-afraid to open it, fearing
that.

"It's filled with photos of you," came Rusty's voice at the
doorway.

Gordon turned to find Rusty staring at him with an unfathomable
expression. "Well, you've found me out," Rusty said in a lifeless
monotone. "It's all you." He nodded at the album Gordon was
holding. "That's my favorite book, kid. I never tire of seeing
those images of you, clothed or unclothed. You're the most
beautiful man I've ever seen. Do you know how many times I get
down on my knees and damn fate for making you my brother? What a
fucking cruel joke! I've always wanted you, kid. I still remember
when you were thirteen and you were so shy about letting me find
out that you have hair growing on your crotch. I used to hold you
in my arms when our parents died, and I hated myself then because
I was enjoying myself while you were crying. So there you have it,
kid. Your big brother is a monster who wants his own brother."

Rusty walked to Gordon and took the book from Gordon's hands. "I'm
not happy, Gordon, because I'm living in hell. Every day I am near
you but I cannot touch you." Rusty gave a soft cry of pain and
sent the photo album flying across the room. He lifted a hand and
Gordon took a step back warily. But Rusty only made a fist, his
arm visibly trembling, and pressed that shaking fist against his
temple. "This is the penance I am paying for my sins, Gord," he
said, his voice barely steady as his entire body shook under the
strain of his emotion. "For my unholy desires, I am paying for it.
I sometimes wonder whether our parents' deaths are a punishment
for my sinful thoughts. To answer your question yesterday, Gord,
yeah, I sacrifice everything - friendship, a human's touch,
fucking everything, Gord - because I have to pay for my sin. My
only regret is that by punishing me by taking away the two people
I care from me, fate has also punished you. I live now only to
make sure that you will not pay any more for my sins."

"You want me?" Gordon whispered, reeling from Rusty's wounded
declarations.

"I love you," Rusty sobbed. "I fucking love you, Gordon. I'm so
sorry, I have tried so hard to stop, but every man I try to love
remind me how they are nothing compared to you. You are so full of
life, Gordon, and you are intelligent. You are shy but when you're
with the ones who know you, you make them laugh. My world is a
better place because you are there in it. I fucking wish sometimes
that you will stop caring how I feel or how I am doing because
when you do, I only love you more." He looked at the photo album
that had fallen on the floor after hitting the wall and picked it
up. He looked at Gordon, his beautiful green eyes now dull and
lifeless. "So run away, Gordon, from your monster of a big
brother. Call the cops if that's what you want."

"Don't be dramatic, Rusty," Gordon said finally. "So you love me.
Big fucking deal. You think you're the only one?"

Rusty opened his eyes and gaped at Gordon as he watched Gordon
pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them
down his muscular thighs. Gordon's erect cock throbbed into view
and his hairy pucker beckoned temptingly to Rusty as Gordon got on
the bed and spread his legs invitingly to his big brother. "You
don't hate me?" Rusty whispered in disbelief.

"You have a few years' start on me in realizing how much we love
each other. But you're always smarter than me like that," Gordon
said. "Now, Randolph Lincoln Joiner, are you going to come here
and fuck me like you've always wanted to?"

He wasn't so cheeky a few minutes later when he cried out in
incoherent, guttural cries as Rusty's thick cock slowly penetrated
his ass. Gordon sobbed that he was being torn apart but he also
swore that he would rip Rusty's balls off with his bare hands if
Rusty dared stop. Rusty couldn't sop if he wanted to - his cock
was more engorged than it had ever been as his senses reel from
the unbelievable sensation of sheathing himself into his brother's
cherry ass for the first time. "This ass is mine now," he
whispered roughly into Gordon's ears as they both trembled at the
sensation of Rusty's cock completely filling Gordon to bursting
point from hilt to tip.

"Yours, all yours," Gordon cried as Rusty began fucking him in
earnest. His fingers clenched Rusty's taut, rock-hard buns,
kneading those muscular cheeks as he reveled in Rusty's delicious
kisses on his bare skin. The inferno in his loins burned as
Rusty's cock plunged in and out of his ass. It wasn't long before
Rusty sent them both into a violent climax, and even before Gordon
returned to earth, Rusty turned them so that Gordon was now riding
Rusty's still hard cock.

By the third time Rusty ball his kid brother's brains out, Gordon
finally admitted defeat and begged for mercy. Ever the considerate
brother, Rusty only prolonged the young man's pleasure until they
both came one more time. And then it is payback time as Rusty let
Gordon mount his ass and plunge that cock home. Gordon was a
veteran even at his young age of sexual excesses, having taken
part in more wild orgies than he could count, while Rusty, despite
his comparatively less varied sexual experience, had the lusty
stamina and energetic enthusiasm that Gordon rarely encountered in
his partners. As a result, both men lost track of time as they
explored each other's bodies with abandon.



"Well, well, look who finally showed up. I'm starting to get
worried about you."

Gordon grinned at his fellow Oscholar Elias McConnell, the wildest
of them all, which was impressive considering how hard they all
worked in being debauched. While the other Oscholars preferred to
wear shorts, Elias preferred to exhibit his impressive package in
scandalously skimpy low-riding trunks. He had one hand around the
waist of a cute young twink. It is telling about their friendship
that even when he had two pleasant diversions at hand, Elias still
cared about Gordon's well-being.

"Sorry about missing the parties these last few days," Gordon
said. He breathed in the sea breeze and stretched, letting his
muscles get a workout. "Actually, I'll have to skip out on the
rest of the parties."

"Oh come on, why?" Elias exclaimed in surprise. "You disappeared
for three days, Gord, and all we had was your call to Jack saying
that you'll be okay and we shouldn't worry about you! Did you find
some lover to sneak off with, you naughty boy?"

"Yeah," Gordon said. "My partying days are officially over."

"Who is he?" asked Elias curiously.

Gordon hesitated. "I don't think I'm at liberty to tell."

"Is he a married man? Those species are especially tedious.
They're good for a furtive fuck or two but they always tend to get
too attached to you. All that whining about their wives and
children ruin the post-fuck atmosphere too."

Gordon laughed. "No, he's not." But he knew that his friends might
not understand what he and Rusty had and they might not approve.
What he and Rusty shared, they would keep it between themselves.

Elias' grin faded when he saw the man walking along the beach.
"Fuck me in the ass, but is that your brother?"

Gordon turned. He had last left Rusty asleep back at their house
to catch up with his friends. Well, here was Rusty, his amazing
body glistening in the sun as he walked along the beach. Rusty saw
Gordon and smiled. Gordon felt the answering pulse in his heart as
well as cock as he smiled back.

"He's actually hot as hell," Elias murmured. To the two
increasingly impatient twinks with him, he playfully told them to
run along and wait for him at the beach house. After giving Rusty
a jealous look, those two left Elias and Gordon to themselves.
"Don't worry, Gordon, I won't judge." At Gordon's shocked
expression, he chuckled. "I don't have to be a shrink to notice
the way you two just looked at each other. I understand too. Did I
tell you that I lost my virginity to my cousin brother when I was
fifteen? When I finally fucked my first woman, I knew exactly what
to do thanks to my sweet cousin's hot tight ass." With a wink,
Elias playfully punched Gordon in the upper right arm. "You lucky
bastard. I wish. oh who cares? There will be more asses for the
rest of us from now on. Aren't we the lucky ones?"

Gordon looked after his friend. First Jack and now Elias seemed to
be showing a more melancholic aspect of their usual happy-go-lucky
temperaments. He had a feeling that this spring break would change
each of the Oscholars, for better or for worse he did not know. He
was also worried that he would lose his friendship with them for
his relationship with Rusty, but later that evening, the other
Oscholars would sought out Gordon and by hanging out with him,
sent him the unspoken message that everything was okay between
Gordon and them. As Elias would later tell Gordon, the Oscholars
had done so many things that would drive their mothers to fatal
strokes if they knew, so the last thing they all would do was to
judge Gordon for something as trivial as fucking his hot and sexy
brother.

Rusty was now standing before Gordon. Gordon smiled at the love of
his life, his brother, his friend. The chains of Rusty's private
demons seemed to have loosened their hold on Gordon's brother
these last few days as Rusty was now noticeably more at peace with
himself. Sometimes, when the walls came crashing down, there was
no longer any place for one to hide, and that was for the best for
Rusty when he finally confronted his tormented feelings for Gordon
and won the battle. And along the way, he won Gordon's heart. Or
perhaps, as Gordon wondered when he slipped his hand into Rusty's
and they walked along the beach together, his heart had always
been Rusty's.
