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Friend's Brother I
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This is my first original story... I posted "Watching" a while back, about
a voyeur. If you like it let me know.
My friend Jason just turned 21 this past weekend. He's really a cute kid:
About 5'10" with a slim build which is starting to bulk up from
weightlifting. He loves to wear baggy jeans that sit low on his waist,
homeboy style. This makes me nuts, because when he unconsciously lifts up
his shirt to scratch his belly or something, I can see his Celtics or
Hornets boxer shorts underneath. He almost always has a baseball hat over
his close-buzzed, light brown hair.
Despite the fact that he's really cute, I manage to keep my hormones in
check and we have a pretty normal --if superficial friendship. I'm pretty
sure he's straight, because he talks about girls a lot even though I've
never seen him with one. I feel kind of like an older brother to him,
although I am not sure he feels the same way.
The other night, I told Jason that -- since he's 21 now -- I wanted to
take him out for a drink or two. Of course he agreed. What newly-legal
boy wouldn't jump at the chance to show off his new status.
When the big night came I picked Jason up at his house. He looked really
cute in baggy jean shorts and a Nike t-shirt. We went to a fifties-style
bar which is attached to one of the local hotels. Needless to say, Jason
drank more than I did, and his body couldn't handle it. He got pretty
obnoxious, which in a way was good because it kept the girls away. I
wasn't looking forward to the prospect of trying to appear interested in
them, and -- God forbid -- what if one took a liking to ME?
So after what seemed like forever, but probably wasn't too long, I told
him we should be going. Of course he didn't want to, but I poured him
into the car and took him back to his house. On the way he started to
sober up and got grouchy. It was my fault no girls talked to us, and when
I said it was because he drank so much, he said that was my fault too. I
told him I did not like this side of him at all. Normally I would have
been more easygoing, but I had drank too much too and was getting
irritable.
When we got to his house, but he staggered upstairs and flopped on his
bed. He lay there face down and started to snore. I followed him to his
typical boy's room with sports posters and wrinkled clothes everywhere. I
had never been to his house before, and asked him where I should sleep.
He mumbled that I could sleep in his brother Keith's room, because he was
away at school. I asked him where that was but he started to snore.
Who was Keith? Jason never mentioned a brother to me. Like I said, our
conversation was pretty much limited to sports, if we lifted that day, and
the girls that occupied his fantasy life. The thought of a slightly-older
guy with Jason's looks intrigued me.
I wandered out into the hallway and saw only one other room, which I
presumed must be his parents', since he had shushed me on the steps as we
came up. Then I noticed that there was another flight of stairs which led
up. I followed them, groping for a light switch, and discovered a big
attic room. It looked like the room of a college guy... one with great
taste. The furniture was black and modern, and the sports and girlie
posters of high school had already given way to some interesting prints.
A complete set of freeweights, looking well-used and cared for, occupied a
large area of the floor in front of a whole wall of mirrors. That was
about all I noticed before I spied a single bed in the corner and dove for
it, dropping my clothes on the way. I settled into it naked, noticing
that it bore
the scent of its owner, spicy and masculine, and not strong enough to be
unpleasant. I quickly fell asleep to pleasant fantasies about the
possibilities of Keith.
more in part two!
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