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Subject: The Summer of 85: Part 3 DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions ofsexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place ofresidence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such,do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirelycoincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people, placesor events. Nifty operates free for us only because there's people donate to keep itrunning. If you could be as kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be muchappreciated. Donate at fty/donate.html All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. Asalways, your feedback is welcomed and appreciated: aol Copyright 2019 ------------------------------------------------- I awoke the next morning the same way I did the day before, completely naked and sporting a hard-on. This time, though, I had decided to sleep naked. It just felt so good. I was laying on my stomach and as I stretched, my dick rubbed against the bed. Damn, that felt good! I turned my head to see if Andy was awake, but he appeared to be sound asleep. I closed my eyes and imagined lying on top of Toby. I started humping my bed, slowly, imagining rubbing my dick against his. I spread my legs and rubbed harder. It felt so good, that I started humping faster. I put my hands under my pillow and moaned softly into it. My dick was starting to get warm from the friction but I kept on humping. I kissed my pillow, imagining I was kissing Toby's sweet lips. I felt the wonderful build up in my groin, pumped a couple more times, then felt a puddle of warm wetness under my stomach. My body shuddered as I thrust my hips a couple more times, my dick spitting out the last of the cum. I laid my head back on the pillow and opened my eyes. Andy was watching me, smiling. Shit. I just stared at Andy, my face beginning to get hot. He brought his left arm out from underneath the covers and pulled back the blanket. He swung his legs off the bed, got up, smiled, and swaggered slowly out of the room. He was going to tell mom and dad what a *quot;jerking-off faggot*quot; I am, I just knew it. This was ammo that he could use forever, he would tell all his buddies that his little brother screwed his bed. Any minute now, he and my parents would come back in and... başakşehir escort crap! I quickly tossed off the covers and grabbed my pajama bottoms. If screwing the bed was bad, being found bare-assed naked by my parents would be my death. I had just yanked on my pants and sat back on the bed when Andy came back in, alone. He shut the door and walked over to his dresser, pulling out his clothes for the day. He shed his shorts and underwear, standing, once again, naked in front of me. I couldn't enjoy the site, though, knowing my fate was sealed. I just sat there, looking at the floor, arms crossed over my stomach. To anyone looking at me, they would think I was about to hurl. I heard Andy's bed creak, then heard him say, *quot;Hey.*quot; I didn't look up, I couldn't look at him. *quot;Hey, look at me.*quot; I expected taunting and sarcasm, but his voice was soft and gentle. Unusual for when my brother spoke to me. I finally looked up. He was sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but his white Fruit-of-the-Looms. *quot;Look,*quot; he started. *quot;It's no big deal, okay? I did the same thing when I was your age. You wake up with a woody, what are you gonna do? I know the guys and I joke about how only faggots jerk off, but, truth is, every guy has done it. If they say they haven't they're lying.*quot; I think he sensed I still wasn't at ease, so he got up, walked over, and sat on the bed next to me. I looked back at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his naked legs. I really hadn't noticed the amount of hair he had on them. *quot;I know I pick on you and give you shit, but, you're my little brother, I'm supposed to bust your balls, just like you're supposed to be a pain in my ass. But, you're becoming a man, and, well, I want to make sure you get the best advice. When I was your age, I heard all kinds of weird shit related to sex. Like, you can get a girl pregnant if you kiss her, jerking off will grow hair on your palms or make you go blind, crap like that. You deserve the benefit of my superior wisdom!*quot; I had to laugh at that. Maybe my life wasn't over after all. *quot;I'm serious. If you have any questions, want to talk, whatever, just ask. I'll be here for you.*quot; *quot;Thanks,*quot; I mumbled. Andy got off the bed and started to head back to his side of the room. He stopped, turned, and pointed at my bed. I turned my head in the direction he pointed and noticed the wet halkalı escort spot where I had cum a few minutes ago. *quot;Oh, and you might want to find an excuse to wash your sheets. Mom sees the cum stain, and you're going to have to have a really awkward conversation with Dad. Trust me, you DON'T want to hear him talk about how he jerked off as a kid.*quot; He shuddered. *quot;Gross!*quot; After Andy got dressed and left the room, I got dressed, stripped the bed, and told my mom that the sheets needed to be washed. I made an excuse of itching all night, maybe there were dust mites or something. I think she bought it, as I never did have that conversation with Dad. The day was rainy and not much good for going out. I had all but given up on the day when I heard the phone ring. Mom answered it. *quot;Hello? Oh! Hi, Mr. Hanson. No, I don't think he has any plans, I'm sure he'd be glad to help. I'll send him right over.*quot; Mom handed me a bag of cookies she had made to bring to Mr. Hanson. I wiped the rain off the seat of my bike, hopped on, and headed off. As I passed Toby's house, I wondered what he was up to, wondered if he had jerked off to the thought of me this morning. When I got to Mr. Hanson's, I knocked on the door. It always took him a minute to answer it. He opened the door, invited me in, then motioned for me to sit on the couch. *quot;My mom said you had some boxes you needed put in the attic?*quot; *quot;We'll get to those in a minute. Have a seat, we, we need to talk.*quot; Uh oh, this didn't sound good. I tried to think if I had done or said anything wrong, but, couldn't think of anything. He took a seat in the swivel recliner across from me. He sighed, then started off slowly. *quot;Yesterday, when you went swimming, you, you had a friend with you.*quot; *quot;Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hanson. I didn't think you would mind. I promise I won't bring anyone to the pond again.*quot; He shook his head and waved his hand. *quot;No, no, no, I don't mind about that. I'm glad you have a friend to spend some time with. Other than me, that is.*quot; He smiled. *quot;But, while you were out there, I, I noticed you doing some things. With your friend.*quot; My brain suddenly went fuzzy, my face felt like it was on fire, and for the second time that day, I thought I was going to vomit. This time, for real. I couldn't look at Mr. Hanson. He had seen me and Toby, naked. Had seen Toby sucking my cock, then cumming all over şirinevler escort me. Oh my god. I was looking at the floor when a tissue appeared in front of my eyes. I realized then that I was crying. Mr. Hanson handed me the tissue then walked over to the fireplace. *quot;I don't care about what you were doing, and I want you to know, I won't say anything, as long as he isn't making you do something you don't want to do.*quot; He picked up a picture and brought it over to me. The picture was of a young man, it looked like a graduation picture from many years ago. Mr. Hanson continued. He spoke slowly, sadly. *quot;My Derek was a little older than you. I had come home from work early and found him and his friend. They were on the couch. Kids today would say they were making out. I am ashamed to admit that at the time, I was hopping mad. You think people today are intolerant of queers, it was much worse back then. It wasn't just a sin, they called it sodomy, and it was illegal in a lot of places.*quot; When he said the word `queer', it wasn't mean or derogatory. He said it as just another word, that's what they called them- called us, I guess- back then: queer. *quot;It destroyed my relationship with my only child for many years.*quot; I heard his voice crack as he told this painful memory. Mr. Hanson handed me another picture. This one was of the same young man, older, more recent, beside another man. Both were smiling and looked very happy. *quot;Derek and Robert have been together for 37 years now. I finally accepted him and his lifestyle. Derek calls me, oh, three or four times a week, and he and Robert come to visit as much as they can. The next time they come up, maybe you can meet them. I think they'd like to meet you.*quot; He had sat back down in his chair and was watching me. *quot;Listen, kid, I'm telling you this not because I think who you love is wrong, but because I want you to be careful. Someday this world will be able to accept you and Derek and who you love. But, for now, your secret is safe with me.*quot; He paused a moment, then continued. *quot;And, if you want, I'd like you to bring your friend around, I'd like to meet him. I want to make sure he's treating my kid right.*quot; He winked, then chuckled. *quot;Now, how about we get to the crossword? First word, four letters, `USO entertainer Bob'.*quot; I thought for a moment. *quot;Hope,*quot; I replied. *quot;Ah, yes! Bob Hope.*quot; By the time I left, it was only lightly misting. I rode home, thinking about my life. There were names for people like me: queer, faggot. Neither one seemed very nice. I didn't even notice when I went past Toby's house. When I got home, I went to my room, picked out a book, pretended to read, and cried.