My Brother's Son

By: Thomas Gaige
(© 2003 by the author)

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I wasn't an only child, but most of the time while I was growing up, I felt like one. I have one brother. Mike's 8 years older than I am. He and I were never really too close. He usually ignored me, or treated me like I was a parasite, so I usually tried to stay out of his way. We never really did very many things together, unless it was a family event. Nevertheless, I loved Mike, and wanted to be just like him. I thought he was so cool, always doing fun and dangerous things. I usually had to sneak around though and spy on him to see what he was up to, because he never wanted me around.

I still remember the first time I saw him masturbating. I was about 5 and he was 13. I'd seen him naked before, and had even seen him with a hardon a couple times, but I'd never seen him playing with his dick before. One afternoon I saw him heading out to the shed behind the garage. I figured he was going to go and do something fun. I had no idea how much fun it was going to be. Anyway, I snuck off after him, quietly tiptoeing into the garage and up to the door in back that connected to the shed. When I finally peered around the corner of the workbench and through the door, there was Mike standing facing a table to the left with his jeans and briefs down around his ankles. He was jacking off, rapidly stroking up and down his hard dick. There was a rag laying on the table in front of him. I watched curiously, as I'd never seen anyone do anything like that before, and had no clue what he was doing. I felt my own little prick beginning to get hard though, because I knew what Mike was doing must feel good, as I knew it felt good when I fondled my own penis when it was hard. Unconsciously, I reached down and began squeezing my little bulge, as I watched my brother pumping away on his cock, gradually going faster and faster. Mike's face turned red, and he began sweating, as he really began ravaging his cock. Suddenly, he exclaimed "Oh fuck!" and gasping, he leaned a little closer to the rag on the table, and then something white squirted out of his penis, splattering all over the rag on the table. Mike groaned and squirted a few more times, before he finally slowed down his stroking. Eventually, he stopped, as a dribble of the white goo oozed out his slit, running over his fingers and dripping down onto the cloth. Mike stroked himself a few more times, then smiling to himself, he picked up the rag and folded it over and used it to wipe his dick and hand. I ducked quickly under the work bench and hid, as he pulled up his pants, and walked past me out of the garage whistling to himself.

After he was gone, I snuck into the shed and found the rag laying wadded up under the table. I pulled it out and opened it up and examined the white stuff Mike had squirted. I couldn't imagine what it was, or why Mike squirted it, but I figured if he could do it, so could I. So I looked around, and seeing no one, pulled my pants down and assumed a similar position to Mike's. Of course my little penis wasn't long enough to wrap my entire hand around, so I used my thumb and fingers and tried to imitate Mike's movements. It felt good. I wanted to squirt some white stuff too, so I kept at it. It kept feeling better all the time, but nothing was happening. I kept going. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pee. I figured I was going to squirt some white stuff. Nothing squirted out my dick though, but I had my first dry orgasm, and it felt great! I was a little disappointed that I hadn't squirted like Mike did though. I pulled up my pants and put Mike's rag back, and left.

I watched Mike more closely after that. I found out that he jacked off rather frequently. I followed him around a lot, and found him doing it in the shed again, in the cellar, and in his room. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard him doing it in the bathroom too. Of course, I continued playing with myself as well, in hopes that I'd begin squirting like Mike did. Even though I didn't for several years, I sure enjoyed my dry orgasms.

When I was about 10, I made friends with a blond boy named Marty, who lived a couple blocks away. He had a brother who was 3 years older than him. There were woods behind their house, and Marty and I built a fort back there out of some old boards of his father's. One day we went to play in the fort and found a couple of Hustler magazines hidden in it behind a wall board. As we were looking through them, Marty said they probably belonged to his older brother. Then he told me how he'd seen his brother coming out to the fort a couple days earlier. He'd followed him and spied on him and saw him jerking off. He told me all about it. I was hard as a rock, and noticed Marty was "adjusting" his crotch as well. I told him then how I'd seen Mike doing the same thing many times. He asked me if I'd tried doing it. I blushed, and admitted I had. He blushed and said he had too. Then he asked me if I felt like jerking off with him right then. I hesitated, but then said I did. He said he did too, and started pulling his pants down. I pulled mine down then too. We were both looking at the tents our little hardons were making in our briefs, and giggling. Then Marty pulled his briefs down and showed me his little hardon. I pulled mine down and he looked at mine too. He reached over and felt mine. It felt great having someone else touch me. I felt his too. After a few seconds he released my cock, and I let go of his, and we began masturbating ourselves. Watching each other, it only took about a minute for both of us to climax. Grinning in the afterglow of our dry orgasms, we both agreed that was fun, and that we should do it again soon.

That was the start of a mutually satisfying sexual relationship between the two of us that lasted almost all the way through high school. We both hit puberty about the same time. I started having wet orgasms only about a month before Marty did. We experimented with every imaginable kind of sexual activity together, and supported each other through our mutual discovery that we were both gay. We loved each other, but I can't say we loved each other romantically. We had, and still do have a more brotherly relationship. Sadly, just before our senior year of high school, Marty's dad got transferred across the country, and they moved away. We've always stayed in touch though, and do visit each other every so often. Marty's out of the closet and settled down now with a partner. I haven't come out of the closet yet, although I have had a couple of serious relationships. Both ended after a while though.

While I was growing up and learning about life with Marty, Mike grew up and left the house. By the time I was 14, Mike had finished college and was off on his own. A year later he married a really nice girl he'd met at school. A few months later, she was pregnant. At 15, I became an uncle to Michael junior. Right from the start, I felt a special closeness to my nephew. Michael was a beautiful baby. Everyone wanted to hold him all the time. It was unfortunate for them, that Michael didn't like to be held by too many people. Besides his parents and grandparents, I was one of the few others he would let take care of him. In fact, he seemed happier when I held him, than he did when Mike held him. People often commented on how Michael would be fussing, and Mike would try to calm him down, but couldn't, but if I came along and picked him up, Michael relaxed and went to sleep almost instantly as I held and rocked him. Mike wasn't exactly pleased by this, but he preferred the baby not be fussing, so he usually let me take over if I was there. I'd feed him, change him, and even bathe him. Of course I'd also play with him, rock him and sing him to sleep. For some reason, Mike never was able to develop a rapport with Michael. This may have been the catalyst of the great relationship my nephew and I have developed over the years.

As Michael grew up, I'd visit him and spend time playing with him. My brother never said anything, but I could see that he was jealous, and that it hurt him that his son preferred me to him. Luckily for everyone, Mike and his wife had another baby, another son - Brandon, a few years later. I decided to keep my distance from Brandon, and Brandon did allow Mike to take care of him, and Mike was finally happy. He even got so he seemed to appreciate when I'd come over and take Michael off his hands, so he could spend time alone with Brandon.

During the first 12-13 years of Michael's life, I lived in the area, so I got to see him often. I would go to his little league games, and I'd take him out about once a week to do something - just the two of us. He also was allowed to come over to my apartment for sleepovers on the weekends. It got so that he wanted to do them almost every weekend. I could see Mike was getting upset again, as it seemed that all Michael wanted to do was be with me. To avoid any problems, I backed off a little - but just a little. Being gay, I realized this was probably my only shot at having a child in my life. I really didn't want to lose him! Besides - I loved Michael too much to stay away for very long! Things evened out though as Brandon got older, and Mike's time was taken up more and more with him. He didn't pay as much attention to how much time Michael and I spent together.

Michael began puberty at 11. He came to me the day after he'd experienced his first wet dream. He was in tears as he described what had happened to him the night before, and asked me if he was going to die. I was horrified. Apparently Mike had never spoken with him about it, and Michael didn't realize that what was happening to him was normal. I took him in my arms and hugged him, and then told him all about wet dreams, and the changes his body was going to go through. Of course he felt much better, and he thanked me for talking with him about it. From then on, whenever he had any questions, of any kind, he would come directly to me. He never considered going to his father anymore. When I asked Mike why he hadn't spoken to Michael about it,

he looked at me and said "I thought you'd have taken care of that by now!"

"I wish I had," I said, "but don't worry, I'll handle it from now on!" Mike just looked at me and shrugged. I felt so sorry for my nephew.

About a year later, just before Michael was going to turn 13, the company I worked for told me I had to relocate to a city 2-3 hours away, or I'd lose my job, as they were closing the office I worked in. I had a great job, and made great money, and they offered me a substantial raise, if I'd move. I had no choice. I had to go. Michael got hysterical and cried like a baby in my arms when I told him I had to move away. I was crying right along with him. I was glad we were at my apartment when I told him, I could just imagine the satisfied grin I'd have seen on Mike's face if I'd broken the news to Michael at home. We talked, and Michael tried to convince me not to move. I promised to come visit at least once a month, and that soon he'd be able to come visit me as well. We talked some more, and he still was trying to convince me not to move. Then he wanted to move with me. In the end, after a couple of hours of discussions and a lot more tears, he accepted the fact I was moving, without him, but that I'd be back often, and would be in constant touch.

Initially, my move was hard on both Michael and I. I have to say, my brother Mike never said or did anything to make either of us feel worse about it. In fact he did try to comfort Michael, which I found strange, but comforting myself. Almost three years have gone by now, and things have worked out. Michael's 15 now. He and I talk on the internet almost nightly. If we miss each other, there's e-mail, and we make plenty of phone calls. And I kept my promise and have gone to visit about once a month. Mike's let him start visiting me weekends about once every other month too. Those are great weekends. We do lots of fun things, and because I only have one bedroom, he sleeps with me, so it's like a big sleepover! Michael and I are just as close as we always were, closer in fact, and he and his father have actually started to develop at least a superficial relationship with each other, which pleases my sister-in-law very much.

Recently, Michael took the train down to visit me for a long weekend, and our relationship became suddenly deeper and closer than it has ever been. As I said earlier, I only have one bedroom, so Michael's been sleeping with me when he comes to visit. I have a queen size bed and it's adequate for the two of us. Besides, Michael and I have always been close enough to each other, that neither of us has ever cared if we rub up against each other, and in fact, relatively often, he'll fall asleep snuggled up to me, just like he has done, since he was a boy.

This particular night, we were laying in bed next to each other. I'd just shut out the light. I could tell that there was something bothering Michael. It had been bothering him ever since he'd gotten off the train a few hours earlier. Finally, I said, "So what's bugging you?"

"Nothing," he said a couple seconds later."

"Bullshit," I said.

Silence. Finally, he said, "it's just something Dad said, that's all."

"What'd he say?" I asked.

"You don't want to know, besides, it's not important," he said.

"If it's bugging you and it's going to interfere with our weekend, I want to know," I said.

More silence, then he said, "if I told you, it might ruin things forever."

"Then you'd better tell me about it, so we can get it over with and get past it," I said, "and NOTHING will ruin things!"

Silence again, then finally, "Dad thinks you're gay!" he said.

Now it was my turn to be silent. Finally, I said "Really? How do you know this?"

"He told me," Michael said. As I laid thinking of how I should respond, Michael said "Uncle Peter, are you gay?" I felt tears welling in my eyes. I was terrified to admit that I was gay, but at the same time I terrified that Michael already believed I was, and that I might lose him anyway. To make matters worse, Michael rolled over onto his side so he was facing me. Very quietly he whispered, "Uncle Peter, it's OK if you are."

I couldn't help myself from starting to cry then. "Why's that?" I asked, shakily.

"Because I am too," Michael said. Then I heard him sniff a little, and realized he was crying. I looked at him, and in the dim light of the moon that shown through the curtains, I could see a tear running down his nose. I reached over and pulled Michael over to me, and hugged him.

I kissed him on the forehead and said, "Michael, I love you as if you were my own son. Nothing will ever change that, not even if you are gay!"

He buried his face against my chest, wrapped his arm around me, and began crying harder then. I cried along with him. Eventually Michael stopped crying and through his snuffles he said, "so does this mean you're gay too?"

"I'd love you just the same as I always have whether you're straight or gay. And it wouldn't be any different no matter if I was straight or gay. It's really quite simple - I love you no matter what! But to answer your question, yes Michael, I'm gay too," I said.

Still sniffling, Michael squeezed me hard and said, "I love you no matter what too Uncle Peter!"

I kissed Michael on the forehead again, then we just laid together quietly a while. Finally, I said, "does your father know about you? And just what made him tell you he thought I was gay?"

Michael drew a breath, then said, "He wanted to know why I wasn't interested in sports or anything 'manly'. He said 'what are you gay or something?' and I said 'as a matter of fact, I am!' I think he was a little shocked, but after a minute he said, 'well that might explain why you and Pete are so tight.' I asked him what he meant by that, and he sneered and said, 'well, I've always thought Pete's gay too - never has a girlfriend or anything. I guess you two are a lot more alike than I'd thought! It certainly explains why you prefer him to me!'"

"He said all that?" I asked.

"Yup," Michael sighed.

"I'm sorry Michael," I said.

"For what?" he asked.

"I'm sorry that you don't have a very good relationship with your father," I said.

"I don't care," Michael said, "I have you. You're all I want!" Then he gave me another squeeze.

I caressed a lock of hair off of his forehead and said, "a man couldn't ask for a better son than you!"

"And you're better than any dad!" Michael said, as he stifled a yawn.

I kissed him on the forehead again, and wrapped my arms around him and said, "let's go to sleep now, we can talk more in the morning." "OK," Michael said, and he nuzzled his face against me until he was comfortable. Shortly his steady rhythmic breathing told me he'd fallen asleep.

About a half hour later, I was still awake. Michael was laying half on, half off me. He must've been dreaming about something good, as his penis had become erect, and it was pressed up against my thigh. Of course this had caused me to get hard too. Suddenly, Michael started moving. I took my arms off him, as he rolled off me and onto his back next to me. He gave a sigh, then his breathing became steady again.

I was still wide awake, and had no prospect of falling asleep anytime soon. I needed to jack off badly. Very quietly, so I wouldn't wake Michael up, I reached for a bottle of lotion I keep next to the bed. I lifted the covers off me, and pushed my boxers down. Then I poured some lotion into my hand and wrapped my lotioned hand around me stiff rod. Very slowly, I began stroking up and down my shaft. I'd only been at it about a minute when I heard Michael stirring. I waited a few seconds, thinking he'd probably continue sleeping, but then I heard him whisper,

"Can I have some lotion too?", as he lifted the covers off himself, and he pushed his boxers down, and kicked them completely off. I wasn't sure what to do, but then he looked at me, as he lay fondling his cock and just said "please?"

So I handed him the bottle. Within seconds, he'd poured some in his hand, and it was gliding slowly up and down his cock. Smiling to myself, I too kicked my boxers completely off, then resumed stroking my own cock. I'd only been stroking myself a short time, when I became aware of the fact that Michael's leg was pressed rigidly against mine. That just added to the sensuality of the moment. He was slowly stroking off, matching my rhythm. His breathing was strong and steady, like mine. We laid next to each other, uncle and nephew, in companionable silence, pleasuring ourselves.

After a short time, Michael stopped and whispered, "Please Uncle Pete, let's do each other!"

I felt him moving closer to me and reaching for me. "Michael -" I started to say, but broke off, as he pushed my hand from my cock, replacing it with his. I let out a groan as he began to stroke my dick. Oh God it felt great!

"Please?" Michael said, after a few seconds.

I was beyond the point of trying to do what was right now. I loved what my nephew was doing to me, and I wanted to reciprocate. Sighing resignedly, I poured some more lotion into my hand, and reached over and grasped the boy's penis. Michael moaned as I began slowly and sensually stroking up and down his rod. We both just kept on slowly stroking up and down each other's cocks. I knew it wouldn't take me long to reach my climax. I could tell that Michael was getting closer too, as his breathing had become heavier and faster. After a few more strokes of my hand, I felt Michael's leg begin to tense up a little. The heat radiating from his body was tremendous. I began to feel my own orgasm building up then. We both picked up our pace just a little. Then suddenly, Michael's body tensed, and he let out a small gasp and I felt his first volley of jism shoot through his urethra and out of his cock. It splattered on his chest, and I felt a small drop of it hit my upper arm as well. That was all I needed to send me over the edge. Groaning, I too tensed up and fired a shot of cum all over my torso. We both kept masturbating each other, faster now than before. Our bodies both tensed together and we moaned in ecstasy, as we shared the pleasure of our mutual orgasm. We both pumped several loads of semen all over our chests and bellies before our orgasms finally ended. Then, we laid side by side, both still grasping each other's manhood in our hands, as the last bit of our seed drooled out our piss slits, and ran down over each others fingers.

"Fuck! That was the best orgasm I ever had!" Michael said finally.

"Yeah! It was pretty awesome," I had to agree. Then I reached for the box of Kleenex, and we both began cleaning ourselves off. When we were finally cleaned off, Michael reached down and pulled the covers up over us, and rolled over onto me again. I wrapped my arm around him and said "let's just get some sleep now, but tomorrow, we have a lot to talk about!"

"I love you Uncle Pete," Michael said.

"I love you too bud," I said. Eventually, we both fell asleep.

When I woke in the morning, we were both still in pretty much the same position. Michael was still sleeping, snuggled up to me. His cock was hard again, and pressed against my thigh. Mine was hard as well. Shortly, he woke up, and rolled off of me, onto his back and began stretching.

He looked over at me and grinned. "I can't believe how things worked out!" he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you know about me now, and it doesn't matter, and then there was last night too," he said smiling.

"I'm glad you came out to me Michael, and I'll always love you no matter what. Don't ever feel you have to hide anything from me! And I'm glad you're OK with the fact that I'm gay too. But what we did last night. Well - I'm just not sure that was a good thing for us to do," I said.

"It was a wonderful thing!" Michael said, his blue eyes gleaming at me, "and I want to do other things too. I want you to teach me EVERYTHING!"

"But Michael, I'm your uncle," I said.

"Oh fuck that," Michael said, "Hell - you're not even really old enough to be my father - but you're more of a father to me than my own father is. You're the person who's taught me all about life - and I want you to be the person to teach me all about the best pleasures in life too! I know you. I love you! I trust you! I know you would never hurt me! But other guys might! So I want you to teach me everything!"

Smiling, and blushing a little, I said "Wow! That's quite a speech!"

"It's all true and you know it," Michael said, "besides, I can see you want it as much as I do!" He was smirking and looking at my throbbing hardon, as he said that. "And God Damn! You've got a HUGE dick!" he said, grinning at me.

I chuckled. Michael was lounging with his head on his arms. I looked him over head to toe. He was beautiful. Nice thick eyebrows hooding his blue eyes. Soft facial hair starting to grow in. Big tufts of hair in his pits, and rather hairy legs for a 15 year old, just like his dad and me. I reached over and stroked the long curly hairs on the inside of his upper thighs. He giggled, as my fingertips brushed lightly over his skin. Then I pointed at his dick. It was hard as a rock and only about a half inch shorter than my 8". It was gently throbbing with his blood pressure. The base of it was nestled in his pubic bush, pointing at his navel, covering up his cute little treasure trail of pubic hair. His weighty balls hung loosely in his nut sack, dangling toward his ass. I said, "You're pretty big yourself!" He grinned again. "I'm going to take a shower," I said, "we'll talk about his some more later." Then I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

As I sat on the toilet taking a crap, I heard cartoons on the TV in the bedroom. I shaved and brushed my teeth, then hopped into the shower. "What the hell was I going to do about this?" I thought to myself as the water cascaded over me. Deep in thought, I shampooed my hair and began soaping up my body. Suddenly, I felt a pair of soapy hands begin to fondle my balls, and run up and down my ass. I was about to spin around, when I felt Michael's fingers delve between my ass cheeks and rub over my anus, which sent shivers through my body. Gasping, I turned to find Michael grinning lasciviously at me. His hand slid through my ass crack, again allowing his finger to rub my hole.

"Let me wash you," he said, taking the soap from my hands, as his index finger of his other hand began massaging my asshole. Gently he pushed me, turning me around, and causing me to bend slightly at the waist, then I felt him spreading my ass cheeks, as he began massaging my asshole with the bar of soap. After he soaped me up good, he switched back to his fingers and began massaging me again, as he reached around and began masturbating me with a soapy hand. He only stroked up and down my cock a few times, when I already began to feel my orgasm beginning to build. Michael's hands continued pleasuring my cock and asshole, and within less than a minute, I was groaning and painting the shower wall with my semen. Michael, massaged my hole and dick until he was sure I was finished cumming, then he rinsed me off well.

Finally, I turned to face him and said, "And you think you need to be taught how to do this?"

He snickered, then looked seriously at me and asked, "would you do me now please?"

Seeing all the love flowing from Michael's eyes, there was no way I could refuse. I turned the shower onto him and got him all wet. Then I shampooed him, and took the soap and soaped him up, making sure I paid close attention to his cock and asshole, like he'd done for me. Before his orgasm had a chance to begin to build though, I stopped and rinsed him off. "What -" he started, with a hurt look on his face, but I didn't let him finish. I spun him toward the wall, and gently pushed him up against it. Then I squatted behind him and pulled his hips back toward me, so his ass was in my face. Then I parted his cheeks, and slowly began licking between his buttocks.

"Oh!" he exclaimed.

Slowly, I licked all around his hole, until finally, it was all that was left that I hadn't licked. Then I licked directly over his hole.

"Oh God!" Michael exclaimed, as I began rimming his anus, licking over and over it, and sticking my tongue into his pucker like a spear.

I licked over and over his asshole, as he moaned and pushed his butt back toward me more. Then I used my tongue like a spear and gently pierced it through his sphincter, up inside him, and began tongue fucking his hole.

"Oh Fucking God!" Michael cried.

I continued tongue fucking him for a minute or so, then gently removed my tongue. Gently I turned him around and looked up into his face.

"Oh Uncle Peter! That was Awesome!" he said, smiling down at me.

I grinned, then wrapped my hand around his throbbing member and sucked the head of it into my mouth.

"Oh Fuck!" Michael cried again.

I sucked the whole length of his cock deep into my mouth, nestling the glans in the back of my throat. Then I began to suck up and down his cock, as I wedged my finger between his ass cheeks and up to his anus. I pressed gently and my finger slid right up into his hole. I began finger fucking him, as I sucked his cock and fondled his balls with my free hand. Michael gasped and grabbed the safety bar as I sucked and fucked him. He began moaning, and got louder as I continued working him over. His moans changed to whimpers of ecstasy as his orgasm began to build. I sucked faster, and my finger was plunging in and out of his tight hole just as fast. I pressed it in deeply, until I found his prostate and began rubbing it. Michael seemed ready to explode and was moaning and whimpering, his hips bucking back and forth, when suddenly, his body tensed, then he groaned loudly, and his sphincter clamped around my finger, as he fired his first volley of cum into my mouth.

"Oh God!!!!!!!!!" he cried out.

I swallowed his tasty cum, which was promptly replaced by another load, as Michael cried "Fuck!!!!!!" I could tell the boy was having one hell of an orgasm. His whole body would stiffen, then spasm with each shot of cum he pumped into my mouth. Finally, after about 7 or 8 ejaculations, he began to relax a little. I slowed down and pulled my finger from his asshole, but continued sucking his dick, as he oozed a couple more times, his entire body shuddering in between them. Finally, his orgasm was over. Breathing heavily, he looked down at me with a look of disbelief on his face. I could see that his legs were trembling.

"It can't possibly get any better than that!" he said, attempting to smile.

Grinning, I stood up, and reached around him, to help steady him a little, as he looked ready to fall over. Finally he was able to smile. He looked at me and said, "That was the most fucking awesome thing I ever felt!" I grinned, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Well, you wanted to learn!" I said, snickering, "Just thought I'd teach you something really good!" He had tears in his eyes as he grinned at me.

Obviously, I decided to teach my nephew about all the good things in life. Over the rest of the weekend, I taught him how to give blow jobs and how to rim. And of course, we explored anal intercourse as well. Michael tried being both a bottom and a top. He hasn't decided which position he prefers yet, so he's told me we have to practice a lot until he figures it out! Chuckling, I agreed we could investigate further. Needless to say, we also spent a LOT of time talking about being gay, and about our relationship as Uncle/Nephew. Michael has convinced me that he's able to successfully separate our two relationships: Uncle/Nephew and Sex Ed Teacher/Sex Ed Student in his mind, so that we can have both relationships without either of them getting in the way of the other. Because of that, I agreed to continue teaching him, as long as he wants me to. He knows we can stop if he ever wants to. Somehow, I don't think that's going to happen though - at least not for a long while!

I took the train home with Michael on Sunday and had a long discussion with my brother about his son. Obviously, I left out the part about our sexual activities. I finally came out to my brother. He wasn't thrilled with my admission, but had expected it. Both he and his wife are OK with it, and Mike in particular is glad I'm there for Michael, as he doesn't feel he could handle advising a gay son about life. He agreed that Michael should spend a little more time with me from now on, and he trusts me to bring Michael into his manhood as a healthy and happy person. Michael of course was thrilled to hear this, and for the first time ever, flung himself into his father's arms crying and hugged him. And for the first time, Mike held him tightly, and cried too. I started to cry too, and was shocked when my brother reached for me and pulled me into a group hug with them. It was truly a Kodak moment.

The End.
 

Posted: 02/26/10