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The silence that followed after I had finished speaking felt like it might last forever, and after watching Dad for a reaction I began nervously looking around at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were both just staring down at the floor, but Bret caught my eye and gave me a small smile and a nod to tell me I had done well. He had his hands resting on his lap and was tapping his thumbs together, showing me how nervous he was really. “Ed” the therapist said, “would you like to go to the Reflection Room?” She had told us they had a room at the centre that some of the patients made use of to think or meditate, and that Dad had found helpful after his initial resistance to the idea. “No” he said, staring at the floor, “I’m OK.” He then looked up at me and stared, before turning to Bret and doing the same. His gaze then fell on each of the twins, who didn’t look up themselves but they still began shifting around in their chairs as though they knew he was staring at them. Finally Dad turned back to me. “Luke” he said, taking a deep breath, “thank you. I know that took a lot of courage.” I could see the therapist nod a little bit while looking at my father, and realised he was probably using lines that he had learned, particularly as he didn’t sound like himself. “That is a lot to take in” he said. “A fuck lot to take in.” “I know” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK” he said. “I, er, guess this explains all the silver. Still thought you was all dealing.” “We don’t do any drugs Dad” Bret said. “I promise.” “I believe you son” he said. “The other thing I couldn’t fucking get my head around was how you boys all suddenly stopped being such cunts to each other, and now I know that too.” “We were all just trying to hide who we were from everyone” Bret said. “From ourselves too” Kane quietly added. “I know that son” he said to K. “You know I get it.” I saw Kane’s eyes get a bit wet, and Kieron decided to ignore our earlier decision to minimise physical contact or affection in front of Dad until we knew how he was going to respond to what we had to say to him. Kieron shuffled his chair closer to Kane’s, and put his arm round his twin’s shoulders. Dad just stared at them as Kieron leaned over and whispered something in Kane’s ear, and Kane nodded before looking up at Dad. “You really do love each other, don’t you?” Dad said to them. “Yes” Kieron responded, tears forming in his eyes now too. “We do.” Dad turned to me, and then looked at Bret. “And you two?” “Dad” Bret said, before taking a deep breath. “I know it’s fucking weird, or even sick, but Luke is everything to me. I mean fucking everything. When the army kicked me out I was so fucking angry and ashamed and sad or whatever. And at home I only felt fucking worse because I couldn’t handle how he was making me feel. It’s hard to explain…” He trailed off, and we sat there in silence again as a group. “Bret” the therapist said, “I think it is important that you speak your truth here today. Can I suggest you close your eyes and just imagine you’re talking to me.” After Bret nodded I leaned over and took his hand, and he closed his eyes and lifted his head so he was sitting up straight. He then started to talk, revealing things he’d never even told me before. He had come home feeling angry, ashamed, bitter, betrayed, but most of all he was scared. But the minute he saw me for the first time in ages, he had also got rattled because of how adult I had started looking, how my muscles had grown, and how confident I had become. He had never seen or thought of any of us as anything but his younger brothers, focusing his lust and frustrated desires on Justin, some of the other sporty guys at school, and even some of the teachers. But despite how much of a bully and a cunt he could be to me, he also felt really protective and would have punched out anyone from outside the family who messed with me. When he saw me again after such a long time away, that protective thing rapidly turned into something else, and once we had come out to him he couldn’t hold it back. “I always felt like I had to protect Luke” he said, as he finished up, “even though I did a shit job of it. But now, what I feel like is that Luke protects me. I know I’m bigger and shit, but it’s like I only feel safe and happy knowing Luke’s there and that I’m his. I know I act like I’m some fucking alpha moron, but it is just an act Dad. I’ve always been scared, mostly of who I am, and with Luke I just don’t feel scared anymore. I love Justin, I do, but if we’re on the sofa or lying in bed and Luke has his arms round me, that is the only time I fucking feel like I am being me and that it’s OK.” I sat staring at Bret, not sure what to say. He opened his eyes and tears began to fall out of them straight away, but I stayed where I was holding his hand. Kieron took his arm off Kane’s shoulder and got up, standing behind Bret and then leaning over to put his arms round his older brother to comfort him. “Dad?” Kane said. I looked over at Dad, and he was openly weeping. I then turned back to Bret, and he looked me deep in the eyes. “I love you Luke” he said, his lip trembling. At that moment I burst into tears, and just gripped Bret’s hand tighter as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dad standing there looking down at me with a warm smile on his face as the tears continued to fall. “For fuck’s sake go and kiss the man who loves you son” he said. We were all a mess when we left the centre, but it was over, it was all out, and it could not have gone better. Dad said it would take some time for him to deal with it all, but through tears, sobbing and smiles, he made sure that we understood he did not judge us. He said he did not care about us being HIV positive, and was just glad we weren’t doing drugs. He told us that he was as proud as a father could be that we were all so able and willing to love other people, not just each other but also the other guys in our lives. Even his therapist looked a bit emotional at one point, but got herself together to discuss next steps with us all before we left. She suggested we come back regularly from now on, whether alone, in couples or as a group, so we could carry on working on it all. She recommended Justin, Jonas and Pavel be brought along to meet him, which he said he was looking forward to so he could meet the other men we loved. He asked to say one last thing before the session ended, and went on to tell us that he was definitely gay, that he wanted to love, and that we were a big part of helping him realise that. We were all dehydrated from the crying that followed. That night was one of those where the normal sex was replaced with brothers needing to just be held by their lovers. The twins went into Dad’s bed to just be together with their hunky builders, while Justin held me tightly from behind while I did the same to an often-sobbing Bret. I never wanted to let go of him, nor did I want Justin to ever let me out of his arms. Bret needed me to protect him from nothing in particular, and I realised I got the same from the musclebound policeman behind me even though it had not occurred to me before. But it all made sense now, realising how much of the time with Bret involved me being the top, the big spoon, the protector. I loved it, but now knew that my lack of jealousy over the bond he shared with Justin was because the musclebound policeman and me had something of our own. He was my protector, my rock, and actually always had been even when I was a younger teenager and slightly worshipping the guy. The next day the three of us went into town early, going to the jewellers where Bret had bought the matching rings we wore. With a huge extra charge for speed paid, the three of us went off to browse the clothes shops, have lunch together and even catch a film, before we went back near to closing time. A J had been added before the BLB on our existing rings, and a new one had been made with the same engraving and then dipped in gold. Bret did not give a shit what the woman who had served us thought as he slipped it onto Justin’s finger, before embracing his old friend in a long embrace. Outside on the street me and Justin also held each other, before we hailed a cab and went home. We all had to quickly change and get to work, but in the early hours of the morning when Justin finally got back from being on duty, despite how tired we were we made love in every position and combination possible. We drifted off to sleep near dawn, Justin inside me and me inside Bret. Throughout Sunday morning we kept going back to bed, unable to resist the urge to keep bonding with each other, and spent the rest of the time talking more openly and honestly with each other than we had done in a long time. The twins or the builders would occasionally appear in the kitchen or bathroom, but the four of them were otherwise in Dad’s room with the door closed the whole time. From the sounds I occasionally heard, it was clear that Jonas and Pavel were no longer exclusively bottoms in the fourway relationship. There was no repeat of the pre-dawn sex that night, all of us knowing we had to be on top form later for the big gloryhole gangbang. I kind of wanted to just carry on spending time with my lovers, but we had committed to playing our part with the students. There were only going to be four of them taking part, as Shane had texted me that morning to say he had a feverish, shivering boyfriend passed out on his bed, though I suspected Zac might still have bailed as he had made it clear he wanted to know the guy he had fallen in love with was the one who had pozzed him. He had got his wish, and Shane was clearly pleased about it too. I felt really good about having introduced them to each other. We spent the day chilling out, and all went to Bret’s gym to work out a bit. He had shifted to a day shift and was working that afternoon, but to help him and Will maintain his energy we all did a bit of time in the storeroom with them. Fortunately the two Turks did not show up, nor did any other members who wanted to be bred themselves, and we avoided any of us getting tired out by sharing the loads. The owner actually took the twins off to use himself for a bit, which they seemed to enjoy. Once Bret was off the clock we all relaxed in the steam room and sauna, and then headed home to get ready. Grant wanted us in athletic shorts with no underwear, and would have us all topless so our biohazards were on full display, so we just threw on hoodies and tracksuit bottoms over our shorts for the journey. Pavel, Jonas, Gheorghe and Will all came over, and then we went off to pick up the Ubers we had booked. By that point I was into it, and could not wait to see the hunky students’s arses on display and ready to be bred…

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@nymidtowneast Who knows what might happen? 😉 @BergenGuy Definitely 😉 @kitpig I tried to make this one that some people could really relate to. Life stuff is slowly starting to calm down, so hopefully I can get back to writing more. @LiamHudsonXXX Glad you enjoyed it! As I said previously on this post, I am slowly getting back to normal with the crazy life stuff. Hopefully will be getting the delayed Bareback Chronicles update out soon, and my new collab story with @leatherpunk16 is going strong over in its thread, so please go check it out. Otherwise, another non sexy time chapter before we get back into the groove of things. --------------------- Lesson 14: The Science of Compassion A few hours later, a soft knock on my door woke me up, my face feeling puffy as I rolled over and looking and feeling dejected at the door. “Go away…” I said, barely able to muster the response, knowing it would be yet another person I had no wish to talk to. I buried my face in the pillow “Riley, come on… just let me in,” I could hear as the door slightly opened a crack and Ryan’s voice said, filled with concern. “What, here to rub some more salt in the wounds,” I said, not even having enough energy to care, “Have to get your punches in too after Jen?” “Bro… please… just… can we talk?” Ryan said, an almost sadness in his voice as he spoke, “I just want to talk is all.” “About what…” I said, burning my face in my pillow, my face burning as I spoke, “The fact your brother is a boring, ugly fag? Or is it going to be about how much of a disappointment I am, or how I ruin everything. I got enough of that today.” I could hear as the door opened and then softly clicked shut. I felt as the edge of my bed sunk, Ryan now taking a seat in the dark room. “Riley… come on… I could never think that about you,” Ryan said, laying down beside me on his back and nudging me to move over to give him more room, “Scoot, or I’ll fall off the bed.” Slowly, I shuffled slightly, facing the window to the side of my bed, turning my head and staring at the dark sky outside. We laid there in silence, the faint sound of crickets barely penetrating the glass of the window. “How mad are mom and dad?” I said finally, “Since I ruined their perfect dinner for their perfect daughter, and her perfect little life…” “Riley… they are definitely mad, but not at you,” Ryan said, nudging me slightly with his knee, “I… I truly don’t think I’ve ever seen Dad so quiet and so angry. Especially to Jen.” “Sure… probably mad the cat is out of the bag and they finally know how fucked up their youngest kid is,” I said, sniffling slightly, “Did you come here to warn me to pack my bags? I guess they finally get a guest room to have friends over in finally.” “Dude… just stop…. Please…” he said, sadness filling his voice, “Yes, Mom and Dad aren’t what I’d call happy to have found out the way they did, but I’ve never seen Dad talk to Jen like that before.” “Right, sure…” I said, trying to imagine my parents being upset at Jen, unable to even comprehend the idea, “Mom was defending Jen, and the look Dad gave me when he heard what she said was enough.” “Riley, he threatened to cancel the wedding,” Ryan said, sitting up and looking at me, his hand on my shoulder, “Like seriously said she didn’t deserve to have one if that’s how she felt about you. Dad was fucking scary when he said it.” I sat in silence, contemplating what Ryan had said. “I mean, I got an earful from him too, mostly for not sticking up for you,” he continued, flopping back on the bed, “Seriously threatened to call my boss and tell him to fire me on the spot.” I rolled over and stared at Ryan, shocked at the revelation. “I mean, I deserve it,” Ryan said, running his hand through his hair, “I should have stopped her. Nobody should be thrown under the bus and outed like that. Amy and I talked after, and she told me that was actually pretty mild for Jen compared to how she was with you in high school.” I could only blink and stare at the ceiling, unsure what to say. “Was she seriously that awful to you growing up?” he asked, looking over at me, a deep frown on his face, “What am I saying… she was probably even worse than I can even imagine. Just… Why didn’t you say something? I’d have never let it go on if I knew.” “You were busy being the perfect son,” I said, sighing and wiping my nose, “Everyone liked you. Everyone even liked Jen. Me… I was the awkward one. The worst part was she was right on everything she said back then. Besides, you were too busy to do anything to help.” “Riley, that’s not fair,” Ryan said, hugging himself slightly at my words, “I would have shut her down if I knew, man.” “It’s not a dig at you, honest,” I said, laying back and staring at the ceiling deciding to continue, “You were the football player. The popular one. Top of the class. In all the clubs and at all the parties. Same with Jen. Me… I was the weird one. Scrawny. Quiet. Average at best. Only a few friends. We weren’t even in the same galaxy, much less the same orbit.” Ryan stared at me as I spoke, silently contemplating what I was saying. “You…. you have no idea what it's like being in either of your shadows,” I said, sighing dejectedly, “I mean, I know mom and dad probably see me as a failure compared to either of you. It’s all they talk about. How proud they are of you and Jen. And I don't blame them really. I’m average at best. Everyone is always saying I’m the dollar store brand version of you. I try, but… I don’t think I’ll ever live up to anyone’s expectations. And now… I’m even worse in everyone’s eyes. Like Jen said, the dirty, boring fag.” Silently, Ryan reached over, pulling me into a hard hug. “I am so sorry I ever made you feel like that,” Ryan said quietly, “I… Just… Nobody should ever feel like that… You are a great brother, and I love you, no matter what.” Numb, I laid there, unsure what to do or say. Eventually, I relaxed, surprised at the change in my brother’s actions. Just a day ago, he’d been worried about me ruining things for him, likely seeing me as the failure… and now, he was actually hugging me and apologizing. It felt strange, but also somewhat nice. “Come on, come downstairs and get some fresh air,” he said, releasing me from the hug sitting up. Nodding, I got up, feeling surprisingly empty in a good way. Walking down the stairs, the sound of my sister’s drunken snores emanate from her room. “I really can’t believe she can sleep after all she did tonight,” he muttered, glaring at the door, “Dad should cancel her wedding after tonight.” “It’s ok,” I said quietly, feeling awkward at hearing Ryan’s words, “Mom was right. She was just drunk… probably won’t even remember what she did tomorrow. I should just get over it.” “No, it really isn’t ok, and I promise, she is going to fucking remember it,” Ryan said, his voice taking a darker edge, “Come on, I got someone you need to talk to.” Silently, we walked down the stairs, making our way through the dark and silent house, stepping onto the back porch. Sitting there in the calm of the night was Marcus, smoking a cigarette angrily as he looked at his phone. “How’s he doing,” Marcus said, not looking up. “Ask him yourself,” Ryan said, plopping down beside him, grabbing the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it, taking a deep inhale. I felt slightly shocked at the scene, not knowing my brother smoked. “Hey Riley, doing ok?” Marcus said, giving me a half smile, a look of pity on his face. “I’m fine…” I said silently, sitting down next to Marcus, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking out into the yard. “He’s not,” Ryan said, looking at Marcus. “Ryan ever tell you how we met?” Marcus said, looking at me before offering the pack to me. I pulled one out and took the lighter from him, lighting up the cigarette, before realizing what I was doing. “Huh… didn’t know you smoked,” Ryan said, giving a slight laugh before looking away, “Just don’t tell mom or dad. Or they’ll likely blame me. Or do, if you want. Would help make me a bit less perfect in their eyes.” “Heh… worse, your sister will probably blame me,” Marcus said, laughing lightly, “Anyways, Ryan, you want the honors or should I?” “Go ahead,” Ryan said, taking a deep drag before exhaling out the smoke. “DId you know Ryan and I were in the same frat?” he said, taking a drag himself and exhaling as he spoke, “He was actually one of my initiates. Not to brag, but I was the chapter president. Anyways, after he made it through, I picked him as chair of social events for us.” I stared in silence, listening as I too smoked, surprised at the bit of information I was getting. “Anyways, he made a suggestion for us to work with the university gay straight alliance. A few years back, our frat almost got shut down for a bad hazing incident, barely missed hitting the national news as a gay bashing. Before either of our times, but still, massive black eye on our chapter. I signed on to Ryan’s idea instantly. Was one of the best things we’ve ever done.” “Did you know Marcus had a gay cousin who lived with his family when he got kicked out of the house?” Ryan asked, leaning back and looking at me. I shook my head no. “Yeah, Ian got it rough from his dad. Showed up on our doorstep, the shit beat out of him shivering and half starved. My parents have always been super liberal, same with me. My dad was the one who ended up getting him put in jail. Ian…. He was like a little brother to me. He died about two years ago in a car accident,” Marcus said, looking off into the woods behind the house as he spoke, “It was right before I started dating your sister. Fucking wrecked me so bad. I’ve told Jen about it so many times. And I… I can’t believe how awful she acted tonight, even knowing that. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Sorry…” I said quietly, looking down. “Stop, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” Marcus said, reaching around and pulling me in a hug, “She and I are going to be having a really long talk tomorrow, even with the hangover. I talked with Amy too.. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was for everything. Told her she’s the one who has to do that. And… Jen…. Jen had no business outing you like that. I don’t know man… this wedding… it's bringing out a side of her I really don’t like. And after this… I really don’t know where that leaves our relationship.” “It’s ok,” I said, looking down, “That’s…. Just how she is.” “I really fucking hope not,” he said, letting go of me, “The wedding is off if she can’t figure out how to make it up to you. I can’t help but worry what will happen if we have kids and she treats them like she treats you. If one of our kids is gay… is she going to treat them like that? Fucking laugh and enjoy being cruel to them?” “Oh…” I said, looking down again, unsure how to respond. “Just… I think I speak for both your brother and myself when I say you can talk to us about anything,” Marcus said, looking over at my brother who nodded in agreement as he spoke, “No judgement, no shaming. Jen is going to be on notice, same for her loser friend Amanda.” I quietly nodded, digesting everything. “Well, I have some thinking to do before I go to bed. Mind if I crash in your room, Ryan?” Marcus asked, tossing the spent butt in the grass, blowing out the smoke, “You and I have to talk about some things regarding your sister.” “Sure man, I’ll walk up there with you,” Ryan said, doing the same. Getting up, Ryan gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze, before sliding open the back door and following Marcus, quickly shutting the door behind him. I sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking as my mind replayed the events of the night. I finally grabbed my phone, before typing out “I miss you guys. Had a really bad night tonight. When are you coming back?” to Greg and MIke, before going inside the house myself and going to bed.

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We moved in to a new neighbourhood and I was quite friendly with the son of the couple that lived next door. He was few days older than me and we ended up in same class at school. His sister was about two years older than both of us. On Friday nights we’d have games night. I had Sega he had Nintendo and we’d take it in turns until our parents said we had to stop. His sister would be there sometime and she didn’t like games so she’d always try and get us to do something else. She took me into wardrobe and whispered if I’d show her my dick. Her brother was five feet away. But the wardrobe door was closed so I thought: why not. It kind of carried on like that for a little time she’d ask me to go in wardrobe and she’d see my dick. We started leaving wardrobe door open. She started touching me and eventually she’d end up on her knees sucking me off. No idea why we always went to wardrobe we never closed door but it was kind hot getting her to blow me in front of her brother even if we were standing inside a wardrobe for reasons that don’t make sense. He’d watch. Never joined in but watched.

Tried it for the first time last weekend in a sling. The guy was fucking me and started slapping my balls. I hole tightened and my cock got hard. He saw the effect and started slapping harder, I used my hands to open my arse and stop me from interfering. Each slap sent a pulse through me and my cunt. It made him fuck me harder and harder got a crowd around me. Fucking awesome. Definitely doing that again.

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Not sure why, but this story always get me so hard even though I know it almost word for word. If I had to guess, I would say it's the mental images of a petite 18 year man surrendering his body to men with advanced HIV , AIDS, and other STIs all done with his mom's knowledge and approval. I, definitely , put myself in the son's place in my fantasy. Oh to be 18 again!

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