Exploring My True Self

Author's note: Hey guys, thank you for all the emails, comments, and ratings. I didn't expect this to go on for 24 Chapters when I started to write this, but here we are and we're still going strong. I have a few more chapters in me (maybe more), and maybe a sequel or two. This is my first attempt at this and I can't thank you guys enough for your input, and for sticking with it. Keep letting me know what you think.

Monday morning it was back to work and I was dreading dealing with Charlie. But to my surprise Charlie was in a great mood and acted as if nothing ever happened. If anything, he was easier to deal with. Wednesday afternoon was the day before Thanksgiving and we sent the entire office home to enjoy a long holiday weekend. We’d all been working 24/7 and needed a break. If the client’s needed us, they knew how to find us.

I left the office about 3:00 and stopped off at Home Good’s to pick up some odds and ends to make my Holiday more Martha Stewart-esque, then I hit a couple specialty grocery stores for the final touches on our big Thanksgiving feast. We already had enough food to feed an Army, but I wasn’t going to skimp, even if it meant the four of us ate leftovers for the next two weeks.

When I got home around 5:00 o’clock there was a car parked in the middle of my driveway, taking up both spots and blocking the garage. I had to park on the street. The car looked familiar, then I realized it was my old Subaru Outback, the one I gave to my brother Whoops when I bought my Jeep four years ago. SCOTTY?! Scotty was here?! What the fuck?!

I parked my car in the street and walked quickly, almost running towards the house. I heard laughter coming from my back yard and The B-52’s blasting. It had to be Scotty, Dad had passed on his love of 80’s alternative to both of us.

I entered the front door, walked through the living room and out the French doors onto the patio. Sure as hell, there was Scotty sitting on a patio chair in his soaking wet underwear, just out of the hot tub. There were three other hot frat boys, all in their underwear sitting in, on or around the hot tub. I yelled “WHOOPS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??!” as I grabbed his wet body into a bearhug soaking my suit. I was so happy to see him.

His buddies started to laugh and one of them repeated “Whoops?”

“Yeah, short for Whoops baby. He was an accident” I said knowing I was pissing my baby brother off and assigning him a new nickname amongst his bros. The three strangers started to crack up and chant “Whoops, Whoops, Whoops….”

“Thanks for that big bro.” He scowled at me knowing I just marked him for life. “These are my frat brothers Ryan, Kenny, and Chip. Guys, this is my Bro-mo” (short for “brother the homo” which he started calling me ever since I came out a couple of months ago) he proudly announced to his buddies. The guys came up to me shaking my hand and patting me on the back drenching my suit even more.

“So, what the hell are you doing here?” I asked overwhelmed in the happiness of seeing my baby brother.

“We were at the bar last night and started talking about missing our families. I said, “I want to go to Phoenix and see my big Bro-mo,” then Chip said, “I’ll drive” and here we are.

“You drove here drunk?” I asked with my eyebrows raised channeling my mother.

“No. Chip drove first, he doesn’t drink.” Scotty said as the cute 5’6, blonde with the scruffy hair and facial hair held up the Diet Coke in his hand as proof.

I looked around my disheveled back yard with clothes and beer bottles thrown everywhere, and a couple of beer coolers next to the hot tub and said, “Looks like you guys made yourself at home.”

Scotty retorted with “I’m glad you finally got here, dude, I was starting to think we broke into the wrong yard.” I smile and laughed at my little brother, almost crying tears of joy. God, I missed this little shit.

“I take it you think you’re staying here.” I said

“Yup, until Saturday. And I know you won’t be able to resist feeding us either.” He said hugging me again, almost lifting me off the ground (he knows that pisses me off).

“Oh shit!” I said “That reminds me. I got a car full of groceries. Pull on your pants and help me unload it. And move that piece of shit so I can pull into the garage and Randy has a place to park when he gets home.”

“Hey! Don’t dis the Buru, it got us here!” He snapped at me defending the car that was my first love. “I finally get to meet my bro-mo in law!” Scotty said reaching for his shorts

The boys moved the cars around and helped me unload the groceries. My little house was chaotic as they quickly transformed it into a frat house annex. They literally brought nothing with them except for the coolers and the clothes on their backs, and if I know my brother he probably had like five bucks in his pocket. I handed him my credit card and pointed him toward the Target a couple miles away and said, “you guys go get what you need, but don’t bankrupt me.” I also gave him a list of more groceries, I wasn’t prepared to feed a frat house breakfast and dinner for the next couple of days, plus the possibility of leftovers just dwindled significantly with onslaught of bros.

Their eyes lit up and Chip said “Really? You don’t have to do that!”

“The hell I don’t!” I shot back. “I’ve got friends coming to dinner tomorrow and you guys need to be presentable. We’ll wash your shit when you get back. And don’t forget to buy underwear!” I heard my mother in my voice as I barked at the frat studs. Chip thanked me with sincerity, and the other guys followed his lead. It was obvious that Chip was the responsible one of the group. I felt better knowing he was keeping an eye on my baby brother.

Scotty grabbed the keys to my Jeep off the counter telling me his car stunk and headed towards the door. Just then Randy walked through the door with a look of total confusion on his face almost running into Scotty. “Randy, this is my baby brother Scotty and his frat brothers Kenny, Ryan, and Chip” I said pointing to each as I introduced them, hoping I got it right. “Apparently they’re joining us for Thanksgiving dinner and spending the weekend here… Surprise”

Randy pulled Scotty into a hug “Whoops! It’s awesome to finally meet you.” Scotty’s pals all laughed at the nick name and started chanting “Whoops, Whoops, Whoops” again as Scotty returned the big bro hug and said, “You too bro-mo-in-law” and then the boys headed out the door with my credit card and jumped in my Jeep.

This was a great surprise, I just hoped Randy saw it that way too. A house full of chaos, family friends, and few strangers. The perfect first Holiday together. When they left I told Randy the story of how they decided to visit in a drunken stupor hoping he wouldn’t be pissed that a bunch of frat boys commandeered his long Holiday weekend. He just laughed and said “sounds like something I would’ve done in college. I’m glad they’re here. But where the hell are we gonna put em’ all?”

“Well…” I said thinking out loud. “We got your queen bed in the spare bedroom, we can put an air mattress in the office, and the sofa in the living room pulls out into a queen bed too. Somebody’s gonna have to double up, but I think we can make it work.”

“… Or one could bunk with us. But not Whoops, his ass if off limits, remember” Randy joked, and I laughed remembering the text my little brother sent me when I first came out. “Sounds like a plan, let’s go. And how the hell did you get so wet?” he said looking at me.

“Whoops and his buddies hugged me when they got out of the hot tub” we both laughed realizing our plan for a quiet Holiday at home just changed drastically, then we went into the bedroom to change.

Once we changed we went to work. Randy started working on tomorrow’s feast in the kitchen, and I went to work pulling out all the linens and turning our house into a B&B. I hadn’t really looked in the linen closet since Randy moved all his stuff in. Between the two of us we had plenty of linens and towels to deal with the invasion of frat bros. After about two hours I had the place set-up to handle all of our guests and Everything cleaned. The house smelled awesome thanks to whatever Randy was making in the kitchen for tomorrow. He yelled down the hallway to me, “I’m ordering a pizza.”

“Make it 4, we got frat boys to feed” I yelled back and started walking towards the kitchen “Are you cool with all this?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

“All what?”

“Scotty and his buddies crashing Thanksgiving and turning our home into a freaking frat house…all that.” I said

“Are you kidding me?! I love it! The more the merrier, it’s Thanksgiving! Plus, Whoops is a legend, Matty and Jeff have been bragging on him for years, they love that kid. I wanna get to know him” he said with a genuine sincerity, and he was right. Matty and Jeff did love my brother. He used to spend weekends with us once in a while in college and was the center of their attention. Every time he walked into the room they’d start singing “Whoops there he is, whoops there he is…” he pretended to get pissed, but he loved it. Jeff gave him his first beer when he was like 14 years old, and never let him forget that he puked it up all over his new shoes. My friends always treated my baby brother like he was their own, now my borfriend was doing the same thing, and I loved them all for it.

“Speaking of Matty and Jeff, it’s time for our weekly call.” I said opening my laptop on the counter and calling in, Matty was already waiting for us. “Hey ladies” he said.

“Hey Matty” we both replied, me from the barstool at the kitchen island, and Randy from behind me at the stove, his back to the camera.

“A quiet Holiday at home, just the two of you?” Matty asked just as Jeff joined us. We all said hi to Jeff.

“Well…it started out that way, us and a couple of friends and then Sco….”

Suddenly the front door burst open and Scotty yelled “We’re back! Stop doing gay shit!!”

I continued “Scotty and his frat brothers got drunk last night and decided to road trip. Guess where they landed.”

I thought Jeff was gonna jump through the screen “Whoops is there??!!!!” he said excitedly, then started chanting “Whoops there he is, Whoops there he is….” And Matty chimed in. Scotty came running to the screen when he heard them, like a little kid running to the tree at Christmas.

“JEFF AND MATTY!!!!!” He was excited to see his old pals, even if it was just on the computer screen. He pushed me out of the way, sat down on my barstool and started catching them up on everything.

“Holy shit you’re all grown up” Jeff said with a huge smile “You can probably even hold your beer without puking on your shoes now.” They both laughed and Scotty flipped him off. The three of them talk for almost an hour while Randy and I cooked and eaves-dropped on the reunion. Meanwhile the pizza’s showed up. I took one to the kitchen for me, Randy and Whoops while the frat bros devoured the other three. Our little house was over-crowded and chaotic, and I loved it.

After we got off our call, the boys dumped all their target bags out on the living room floor and put on a fashion show showing off their new duds, strutting around the house in their new underwear and polo shirts thanking me and Randy for everything. They seemed like a good group of guys. I threw their other clothes in the washer and put on a movie. The guys were wiped out from driving all night and drinking everything they could find in the house and I was falling asleep on the couch. Randy and I went to bed about 11:00 with him spooning me and left the boys to fight over who was sleeping where. Scotty called dibs on the guest room claiming he was family. I wasn’t sure which two ended up bunking together.

About 1:00 Randy shook me awake “Kev, Kev, wake up…check this out….” He whispered in my ear jumping off the bed and running toward the French doors leading from our bedroom the patio and motioning me to follow him.

He got up to use the bathroom, heard noises in the backyard and looked out the window and saw a couple of the guys out back. I joined him at the window, we had a clear view of the hot tub. There was Kenny sitting on the edge of the hot tub, facing us with his back against the stucco wall, his hands behind his head and his legs in the hot water. There was someone in the water in front of him. All we could see was a silhouette of the back of their head. The unidentified frat bro was bobbing up and down giving him a fucking blow job in our hot tub! But which one?

Kenny Was a good looking kid. About 6’ tall, 180 pounds, and nicely toned. His skin was a light brown and he had curly brown hair and brown eyes, I guessed we was mixed race. He moved his hands to the back of the head bobbing on his cock, we could hear his muffled moans through the door. We just sat there peeking through the blinds, watching in silence trying to get a glimpse of whoever was blowing him. He tightened his grip on the back of his bro’s head and started to face fuck him moving in and out a few times, then he pulled him off of his cock. The unidentified bro stood up and started to climb out of the hot tub. It was Chip, the scruffy little blonde.

There were a couple of towels lying on the ground. They picked them up and started to dry themselves off. We had a perfect view of their young, hard bodies. Kenny’s impressive tool was rock hard. Pointing straight up, it was a good eight inches, uncut, thick, and surrounded by an untrimmed brown bush. Chip was semi-hard and about seven inches long, he turned around and headed toward one of the lounge chairs giving us a look at his perfect little bubble butt before he laid down on his back. The blonde fuzz on his tight little ass glistened in the moonlight.

Kenny was right behind him, as he approached the chair Chip lifted his legs to his chest exposing his ass to his frat bro. Kenny spit on his hand and started to stroke his dick while Chip prepped his tight hole with his own spit in anticipation of what was to come. Wordlessly, Kenny crouched down and pushed his cock against the little blonde’s tight pucker. Chip started to moan, and Kenny covered his mouth with his big hand looking around nervously to make sure no one heard them, or was watching.

Randy and I moved back a little bit from our perch by the bedroom door, so we didn’t get caught. A few seconds later we peaked through the blinds again. By this time Kenny was inching his way into the tight little hole, still covering Chip’s mouth with his hands trying to suppress his moans of pleasure. Kenny’s pace got faster and the whimpers from his fuck-toy more audible as the two fucked in the moonlight.

Suddenly Chip turned his head to the side and was looking right at us. It was too late to pull away, we’d been caught. Chip didn’t say anything to Kenny or stop. He just laid there enjoying the fucking he was getting from his frat brother. He kept looking right at us, and a big smile came across his face. He wanted us to see him. He liked us watching him.

By now Kenny was ramming into his cute frat bro as the lounge chair below them creaked and moved a couple of inches across the patio. Then he slammed into him hard and groaned loud enough for us to hear as he shot his load into the willing blonde below him. He quickly pulled out, put his underwear on and went through the French doors back into the living room. Chip never came, it was like he was just there for Kenny’s pleasure.

He laid there for a couple of minutes catching his breath, then looked at us and nodded. Neither of us moved a muscle. Chip got up, pulled on his underwear and went through the French doors into the living room.

Randy and I got back into bed and fell asleep with Randy spooning me, his hard dick comfortably settled in my ass trench.

To be continued…