Frank's Brother

-1-

Frank White, my comparative anatomy lab partner,  was easy to get along with.  He wasn’t very forthcoming with his personal life, but then, I wasn’t either.  He was rife with sexual innuendos; perhaps ‘rife’ is not the right word since I enjoyed most of them.  Just an inch taller than I was, he had a more athletic build, a handsome face, a shorter haircut that was always impeccable, and a killer smile.

He made me laugh; I like him.  There was no romantic spark when we were together, but if he had asked me, I would have gone to bed with him.  I wanted to be friends with him, but anytime I suggested we study together, he had something else to do, so I stopped asking.  A complete surprise presented itself when he asked me to a party he was having at his apartment in early November.   He told me I’d have fun and that he had everything I’d need.  He followed that with a wink.

I had butterflies in my stomach as I showered and dressed.  I wore a freshly starched short-sleeved shirt and light tan slacks.  Early November is still warm in our part of the state.  Darkness had already fallen when I set out across campus.  Frank’s apartment was only one street over from the math building, and I was only two minutes early for the six-thirty arrival time he had given me.

Nerves began to overtake me as I climbed the stairs.  There was the faintest hint of music, and when I reached the door, I had to fight the urge to run back to my dorm room.  No doorbell sounded when I pushed the button, so I rapped gently.  Thirty seconds later, a shirtless Frank opened the door.  I had suspected he had a hairy chest, but I was surprised that his abs were completely smooth.

“Steve, Come with me,” he said as he grabbed my arm.  He led me to the galley kitchen but not before I scanned the living room.  I saw three couples in various stages of making out as well as two girls near the sliding glass door to the patio.  “We’ve got beer if you want one.  Now, here’s the plan.”  He walked back to the entry to the kitchen and looked toward the living room before turning back around.  He took a step toward me.  The light from the dining room cast him in shadow.

“I’m so glad you’re here.  Marsha’s sister is here, and unless she’s occupied, she won’t leave Marsha and me alone.  I know for a fact that she’s always horny.  In fact, she’s hit on me a few times.”

A figure came up behind Frank.  The silhouettes were almost identical in size.

“So, you take her into the back room.  Make out with her.  Fuck her if you want to.  I’ve got condoms on my nightstand.  Sound good?”

The butterflies had turned to a knot.

“What’s the matter, Steve?  She’s a slut.  It’ll be easy.”

“I’m not into girls, Frank.”

“What?

“He’s gay, Shithead,” said a voice from the figure behind Frank.  “You’ll have to fuck them both.”

Frank turned and left the kitchen.  The figure opened the refrigerator and took a beer out.  The light revealed he was dressed in overalls.  His medium-length hair appeared uncombed.  He turned and faced me.  The right side of his face was lit by the same dining room source.  He resembled Frank in a lot of ways, but there was something more.

He looked at me.  “Are you OK?”

I felt my eyes get wet.  “I’m fine.”  I swallowed.

“No, you’re not.  Were you thinking you were going to get it on with Frank?”

 I shook my head.  “No.  I thought he invited me because he wanted to be friends.  I wasn’t…”

Did he move a little closer to me?

“Not even a blowjob?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.  He had a manly smell, a mix of cologne and his own scent.  It wasn’t body odor; was it a pheromone?  I felt my dick twitch.

“Want a beer?” he asked.

“I’ll just have a sip of yours,” I said.  I sensed a desire to share something with him.

He moved the bottle to his left hand, moved closer, and as his right hand moved down to touch the front of my crotch, his lips moved to contact mine.  The taste of his lips was slightly sweet and chocolatey.  I pushed my tongue forward and ran it across his top lip.  He moaned gently.

Suddenly, he pulled back.  “I shouldn’t do this.”  He looked me straight in the eye.  “But you’re so fucking sexy.”  He started to walk away.  I grabbed his arm.

“It was just a kiss,” I said.

“No, it wasn’t.”

I walked to the door and hurried down the steps.  I heard him call from the top of the stairs.  “Wait, Steve.”  I began to run faster.  I ran all the way back to my room, and when I got there, I showered, changed into clean underwear, and got into bed even though it was not even seven-thirty.  My phone binged; I didn’t recognize the number, so I ignored it.  About five minutes later, my roommate, Luis came in with his girlfriend.  They stripped and got into his bed--their usual Friday night routine.  My phone binged again.  This time it was a text from Frank.  I opened it.

“This is Frank’s brother Aaron.  I want to apologize for what happened earlier.  You were so sexy but also vulnerable.  I treated you like a hook-up, and when I realized that, I was embarrassed.  And I think what I did embarrassed you.”

Me:  It’s OK.  I understand.

Aaron:  I want to make it up to you.  It’s still early.  Let me take you to dinner.

Me:  As an apology, or as a date.

Aaron:  As an apo… oh… no, I mean as a date.  I felt something special when we kissed.

    I smiled inside.

Me:  I did, too.

Aaron:  I’m in my car in front of Austin Hall.  I can come to get you.

Me:  It’s just the next building over.  I can walk there.  Is it OK if I wear sweats?

Aaron:  LOL, that’s what I’m wearing.

Me:  I’ll be down in a few.

I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, grabbed my wallet, and headed to the parking lot in front of Austin Hall.  I walked calmly; I didn’t want him to think that I was in a rush to see him, even though I was.  I’d only met him for a few minutes, but he’d made me different, special, wanted.

Aaron was leaning against a 1970s Monte Carlo when I saw him.  The car was the size of a yacht.  I walked up to him, and he stood up straight.  We were almost the same height.  He’d combed his hair back behind his right ear, but it hung loosely on the left side.  I didn’t like the look, but then he smiled.  And when Aaron smiled, it was as if a cloud of darkness and uncertainty lifted away.  

“I want to grab you and kiss you,” he whispered.  “I’ve never had  a guy make me feel quite this way.”  He turned and looked away.   I noticed a scar running above his jawline and about an inch in front of his ear.  Without the hair to cover it, I’d have noticed it right away.  He turned back to me and smiled again.  “Anyplace you’d like to go?”

“Maybe grab a burger and park someplace private?”

“For the scenery or the talk?”

“For the talk,” I replied.  And whatever the talk might lead to, I thought.

I got into the car.  I couldn’t believe the size of the door, and the vinyl-covered bench seat was slippery.  I’d never been in a car that big.  

We drove to a local Sonic and got cheeseburgers and bottled water.  I munched slowly on my burger as he told me that he and Frank had grown up in town.  He shared a bedroom with his brother and had roommates to cut down on expenses.  The car had belonged to his grandfather, and he only drove it for special occasions.  He winked at me when he said it.  “I’m saving every cent I can.  Frank wants to move to the coast when he gets out of school.  I was a heavy machine mechanic in the army, and I’m working to repair bulldozers for Edison Construction.  I work hard, and I got a promotion recently.  I think things are looking good for me.”  I saw him bite his lower lip and look directly at me.  “I fucked like crazy when I was in the army, but I’ve only had a couple of dates since I got out two years ago.  I’m not looking for a hook-up.  I’m looking for a nice guy.  You seem like a nice guy.”

“I think I’m too nice, but I can’t help it.”

“Your parents make you that way, or did you just turn out to be nice?”

I took the last bite of my burger and unbuckled the seatbelt.  Sliding closer to him, I said.  “I just turned out that way, I guess.”  I put my hand on his thigh.  I noticed the spiciness of his cologne.

“Now you’re being naughty.”

I moved my hand closer to his crotch.  My eye caught movement under his sweats.  “Am I?” I asked.

“Yeah, and I like it.”

He moved his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.  We kissed.  I could smell a hint of coconut, probably from his shampoo.  My hand brushed against his semi-hardness.  I felt myself harden as well.  This guy was different from either of my other two boyfriends.  Was it just because he was older, more in control, more respectful?

“You’re driving me crazy, you know.”  Aaron looked straight ahead.  “Put your belt on.”  He started the car.  I belted myself in the center seat, but I kept my hands to myself.  I didn’t need to distract my driver, not yet at any rate.  He drove straight back to his apartment complex and pulled into a garage.  Aaron turned off the ignition, closed the garage door, and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

I returned the kiss and allowed his tongue to explore my mouth.  I moved over and straddled him.  My erection rubbed against his firm abs, and my butt cheeks felt his dick tent up and push against them.  I moved the hair on the left side of his face back over his ear and kissed his cheek.  I ran the tip of my tongue back to his earlobe and nibbled on it.

With a quick jerk, his hand moved up to cover the side of his face.

“Are you OK, Aaron?”

The garage door light turned off and plunged us into darkness.

“I’m just sensitive.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize; did I put too much pressure?” I closed my eyes even though it was dark.  Had I screwed up?

“No; it’s not that kind of sensitive.  I keep it covered because it’s ugly,” he said with his voice cracking.

“But you’re not ugly.  You don’t think that, do you?”

There was silence.

“You do.  Well, you’re wrong.  Tell me how you got it, the scar,” I demanded.  “I want to know.”

“I was stupid; that’s how.”

“Not good enough.”

“There was a tank near the front line that needed to be repaired.  It was my buddy’s turn to go.  He was hungover and offered me a blowjob if I went, so I did.  We were attacked, and one of the guys was knocked down in the open.  I wasn’t wearing my helmet, but I ran out to get him and was hit by some shrapnel.”

“Did he live?  The guy you went to get.”

“Yeah.  We all got purple hearts.  I got a purple heart because I was stupid.”

“I doubt that.”  I bent forward and found Aaron’s lips.  “The other guy, the one you went to get, what would have happened to him if you hadn’t got him?”

“Don’t know.”

“You do know.  You weren’t stupid.  You’re selfless; you risk your life for a fellow human being.  You could have been killed; you risked your life.”  I kissed him again.   “I want you, Aaron.  You’re the kind of man that I’ve dreamt about.”

“Steve.  I don’t even know your last name.  When I saw you walking up to me before, I knew I wanted you, but I wanted to take things slow.  Respect you.  I want to take you, now, here.  But not in my grandfather’s car.  Oh, fuck.  Two years ago, I would have just done it.  You deserve better than that, though.”

“And so do you.  We’re talking about more than getting our rocks off by screwing.”

“I need to walk you back to your room,” said Aaron.

“And will you stay the night?  Sleep next to me; hold me.”

Aaron opened the car door; the dome light casting a dim shadow on the garage floor.  “I’m not sure I can resist you.”

“What if I’m the one who can’t resist you?” I asked.

“I’m the one who’s the recovering slut, I’ll probably give in,” he replied.  He slid out of the car, and I was right behind him.

“Hold my hand.”

“What?”

“Hold my hand, Aaron.  It’s what people who are falling in love do.”

“Is that what’s happening.  We just met.  Is that possible?”

“You tell me,” I said.  I interlaced my fingers with his and moved closer to him.  

He closed the car door, and we were in darkness once again, yet I felt safe next to him.

-2-

Aaron walked me to my dorm that night, but he didn’t come in.  He took me to lunch the next day, and we admitted to each other that the feelings we were having went above lust and horniness.  He wanted to go out that night, but I had tests and some papers to write.  He told me he understood.  I texted him during my study breaks.

On Tuesday, Luis told me that he and his girlfriend were going to his parents’ house for the weekend.  I found it interesting that he didn’t call it home, but I thanked him for the heads up.  I asked Aaron to stay over on Friday night so we could get an early start on Saturday morning.  I worked extra hard to get all my work done to have a clear weekend.

I got a text from Aaron on Friday that he was going to bring pizza and Coke to celebrate our one week anniversary.  I’d purchased an anniversary card at the Student Union, but I hadn’t let on.  I found it interesting that he was having the same thoughts even though we hadn’t discussed it.

Aaron arrived about five-thirty, and he shocked the hell out of me.  He had cut his hair.  He had always been handsome to me, but with short hair on the side and slightly longer on top with just a hint of bangs, he was smoking hot.

“You look like a fucking fashion model,” I announced.  

“You made me realize that I didn’t need to be ashamed of the scar.”

With his hair cut that way, his scar gave him a slightly bad boy look that made my crotch swell.  I showered him with kisses.  We ate a few slices of pizza while he told me about his workday.  He was still dressed in his overalls, and I wanted to push him to the wall and rub up against him.

As he finished a slice, I handed him the card.

“What’s this?” he asked as he opened it.  He read it, and I saw tears form in his eyes.  That made tears form in mine.

“You fucking faggot.  How could you do this to me?”  Tears began to roll down his cheeks.

I moved closer to him and kissed him.  I could taste the saltiness of his tears.  “Let’s get you cleaned up.”  I pulled him to the shower and unzipped the front of his coveralls.  I pushed them down, and he stepped out.  Standing only in his underwear, I saw the most magnificent specimen of a man that I had ever seen.

I turned on the shower and removed all of my clothes.  “Get in,” I commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

I laughed, and then I got in, too.  Using body wash, I soaped his chest up several times.  I was amazed by the feeling of a hairy chest with soap.  We played around while scrubbing one another several times.  Finally,  I had him face the wall and bend forward.  I soaped up his ass and rinsed it twice before getting on my knees and rubbing my tongue over his sphincter.  It twitched under my tongue, and I began to circle it with my tongue and my finger.  I had been careful to file my nails earlier in the afternoon, and I was glad that I did because I couldn’t resist the urge to insert my finger into him.

Aaron began to push back, and soon my finger was sliding in and out of him.  I reached down and tugged on my hardening dick before reaching around to find his cock was also hard.

“Oh, Steve, I think you’re going to make me come by doing that.”

“Then turn around.”  His dick pointed straight at me.  I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and as I sucked and licked the head, I ran my fingers up and down his shaft.  I expected him to tense up at some point, but without warning, a stream of cum squirted into my mouth; it was followed by two more strong squirts and then a dribble.  I swallowed all his seed, and I continued to keep a grasp on the head as I milked that last of his load.

I swallowed the last bit and then wiped my mouth as I stood.  Aaron had a smirk on his face.  “You fucking bastard,” I said.  “You could have warned me.  You’re going to pay for that.”  I pushed him to face the wall and spit on my cock.  I rubbed more spit on his crack and into his hole before pushing myself into him.

As I entered him, he giggled.  “I thought you said your cock was big.”

“Shut up, faggot,” I chuckled.  “It’s big enough to rip you in half.”

“When are you going to take your finger out and start fucking me with your dick?” he laughed.

I pushed the rest of the way in.

“OK.  OK.  I take it back.  Fuck, that’s big Steve.”

“All the better to love you with.”  I adjusted the shower spray, and the two of us developed a rhythm.  I wrapped my hands around his chest, his warm, hairy chest.  I began to move in and out of him more rapidly, and when I released my seed, I also released a high pitch moan.

Aaron bent forward.  “Oh, fuck, you’re filling me.  I’m going to bust.”

I pulled out, and he sprayed my seed back at me.  As my cock softened, small rivulets of cum dripped from his ass.  I pulled him to me.  “Do you need to rest some before taking me?”

“I do.”

-3-

Three years later, he repeated those words, and I did as well.  Five years later, we moved to the coast to help Frank raise his children when an accident left him requiring long-term rehab.  Marsha had disappeared on a girls’ cruise to Bermuda.  Aaron and I took it in stride.  Any time we felt that we were too tired or frustrated to go on, we took a long hot shower.  True love endures.