Someone to Bank on

by Carson Wescot

  “Don’t we get a goodnight hug?” Bobby said coyly.

  “You bet,” Philip said, bending over for a hug from Bobby and then going around to the other side of the bed to give one to Grant. “You two are the best. Thanks so much for letting me come here.”

  “Great to have you here. Night-night.”

  “Did you see that erection he had?” Bobby whispered to Grant after turning off the lamp next to the bed, which had illuminated Philip’s obvious arousal.

  “A blind person would have noticed that, sweetie – even though he doesn’t seem to be packing as much as you and I have.”

  “And he just came from talking to Kenny. I’ll bet he had one, too.”

  “Pretty safe bet, I’d say.”

  “What a dufus I am! I wasn’t even thinking when I invited him to come here that he might be hot for my little brother. I think I need to talk to those two tomorrow – separately.”

  “Why? They’re both adults. What’s the harm?”

  “I just don’t want Kenny to get hurt. If anything happens between them, Kenny might get hooked on him, and the next thing you know he’ll be wanting to move to Boston. Do you have any idea how that would go over around here? Like a lead balloon…and I’d feel responsible!”

  “Who says Philip won’t get hooked and want to move to Evansville? Did you think of that possibility?”

  “Philip, the blue-blooded Bostonian? Move here?? Are you crazy?”

  “He was ready to move to Nashville, so maybe he’s not keen on staying in New England. Stranger things have happened.”

  “Go to sleep, darling. We’ll figure this out tomorrow.”

  “From the looks of Philip’s hard-on just now, you’d better figure fast.”

  The boys kissed, and Grant fell asleep promptly. Bobby, however, lay awake wondering what to do. If anything.

  Sleep didn’t come quickly to Philip either. As tired as he was, all he could think about was the near-naked conversation he’d had with his former sex mate’s practically identical young brother. Could there really be two gay brothers in the same Bible Belt household? He tossed and turned, thinking of Kenny sleeping in his briefs – or less – just a couple of rooms away. If Max wasn’t in there, too, Kenny might not have been alone very long.

  By morning, everyone in the house – except for Mom and Dad – knew that (1) the young Boston visitor was gay and that (2) Kenny was smitten with him. Max overheard the conversation in the bathroom last night because Kenny hadn’t closed the door all the way. He was also aware that Kenny had tossed and turned a lot in the night, which was unusual for him. Normally, as Max knew quite well, Kenny slept like a log.

  Barbara put a nice breakfast on the table at 9 a.m., hoping that it would keep her men satisfied until the big Thanksgiving feast planned for 4 p.m. The normal seating arrangement around the large family dining table had to be altered a bit to accommodate an extra chair, which put Philip next to Bobby. Grant assumed he would be sitting on Philip’s right, but Kenny grabbed that seat, leaving Grant to take Kenny’s normal seat across from Bobby and next to Max. Kenny’s ploy wasn’t lost on any of them, except for the clueless parents on each end of the table. Philip was very glad to have Kenny sitting on his right. It was a little cramped with three chairs on the side, giving Philip and Kenny the opportunity of touching thighs “accidentally” through their jeans.

  After breakfast Bobby and Grant suggested they do a car tour of Evansville for their visitor. Having nothing better to do, Kenny hopped in the back seat next to Grant, who had again allowed Philip the front passenger seat. Kenny sat behind the driver, Bobby, giving him a clear view of Philip’s head and denim-covered legs. Evansville was the ostensible focal point for Philip, while Philip was definitely the focal point for Kenny, who couldn’t keep his eyes off his brother’s handsome friend. Sitting next to Kenny, Grant was more than aware of his focus.

  The tour took a couple of hours, as they took in all the major sites, including the two university campuses – UE and the University of Southern Indiana, the riverboat casino, several performing arts venues, the Reitz Home in the Riverside Historic District, and other historic sites. Of course, they had to drive by the brothers’ alma mater, Harrison High School, where they had both played varsity basketball. Philip was now duly impressed that the city he had barely been aware of was so beautiful. It wasn’t Boston, but neither was it a hick backwater community either.

  They stopped for coffee and a bakery treat afterward and were back home by 1. It was Bobby’s turn to bathe Max, which gave Kenny a perfect opportunity to suggest that he and Philip go “work out” in the basement. It was a shower day for Max, so he and Bobby went into the bathroom, leaving Kenny’s bedroom as the obvious place to change into their exercise outfits.

  Kenny closed the doors and rummaged through his chest of drawers while Philip stood and watched and began removing his jeans.

  “Here – I think these will fit you, Philip. You can change while I step out of the room…” It was too late for that, as Kenny saw Philip’s jeans on the floor and his shirt coming off.

  “Not necessary, Kenny. I don’t have a modest bone in my body. And I don’t think you do either, do you? I think we both saw lots of each other last night, didn’t we?”

  “Uh, I guess so,” Kenny replied, starting to remove his own clothing. After years of playing high school basketball, Kenny had gotten quite used to communal clothes-changing, but the sight of Philip denuding himself three feet away was making him feel a little shy.

  In seconds, Philip stood totally nude in front of the flustered Kenny, who was still fumbling with his shirt buttons. Kenny was surprised to see that the older man’s penis was smaller than his own. But it hardly detracted from his considerable overall appeal.

  “You said you preferred a ‘broken-in’ jock, so here you go,” Kenny said, still trying to process the visual miracle that had been so casually presented to him.

  Philip took the skimpy garment from Kenny’s shaking hands, making sure their fingers touched in the process, and slipped it up over his thighs and hips, pushing his half-hard dick up with the front of the jock for visual effect. Kenny could hardly breathe. By now his own cock was standing rigidly in his briefs, so he turned away before he lowered them, giving Philip an unobstructed view of his youthful, well-shaped butt. He took his time getting his jock on – nervously getting his foot caught in the pouch – and then slipped on his gym shorts before turning around and handing Philip his.

  Neither could hide his erection from the other at this point, but Kenny was too nervous to say anything about it, and Philip was too polite. He sensed that Kenny was not very experienced in erotic male situations and didn’t want to overstep his boundaries just yet.

  Both young men pulled on a tank top and a pair of white socks and left the room to head to the basement. They stretched their muscles together, did some sit-ups while holding each other’s ankles, and then took turns lying on the padded bench to begin. One would lift while the other spotted him. The spotter stood where the lifter could easily see “the sights” up the legs of the spotter’s short gym shorts. They were at it for nearly an hour.

  By now, both boys were sweating profusely – and not entirely from physical exertion. Kenny could hardly concentrate on his weights with Philip standing over him looking like a million dollars in his olive skin and dark, curly hair – a combination that was not commonly seen in southern Indiana.

  “We don’t need these tank tops, do we, Kenny?”

  “Yeah, it is getting kind of warm in here, isn’t it?”

  “Here, sit up on the bench and I’ll help you pull it off.”

  Straddling the bench, Philip pulled his own shirt off and then sat down directly behind Kenny and made quick work of his.

  “I think you’re as hot as I am. We should take a little break, shouldn’t we?” Philip said, running his hands softly along Kenny’s shoulders and around to his rock-hard nipples, causing the boy to break out in goose bumps and
shudder. “Does this feel good to you?”

  Kenny had never been touched like that – and was loving it – but this was his brother’s good buddy, wasn’t he? Should he let him continue? What would Bobby think?

  “Umm, as a matter of fact, it does. But I’m not sure you should be doing that.”

  “Just relax. We’re all alone down here. No one knows. No one cares. Bobby never told me he had such a hot little brother. I found that out for myself when we met at graduation last May, but now I’m discovering just how hot you really are. Do you have a boyfriend?”

  Shaking with nervousness, Kenny shook his head.

  “I get the feeling that you’ve never done this before, Kenny.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, and I get the feeling that you want to change all that.”

  “Worse things could happen, couldn’t they?” Philip replied, letting his fingers trail down Kenny’s abs to the waistband of his rather loose gym shorts. He started licking the sweat off the younger man’s neck and kissing the back of his ears as he let both of his hands wander inside Kenny’s shorts.

  “Ah, I thought so,” Philip said, feeling Kenny’s rigid hardness strain the front of his jock pouch.

  Scared out of his wits now, Kenny stood up quickly and grabbed his tank top off the floor.

  “I think we’d better hop in the shower and get ready for dinner, don’t you? Everyone upstairs is probably wondering why we’re down here so long. Mom might need some help in the kitchen.”

  “I’d love to take a shower with you, Kenny. I see one over there in the corner of the basement.”

  “It’s not big enough for both of us, and this is all going too fast for me. Why don’t you use the one upstairs while I use this one down here?”

  Disappointed in Kenny’s sudden case of “cold feet,” Philip reluctantly slipped his tank top back on and turned to go up the stairs.

  “If you change your mind later tonight, you know where I’m sleeping. No one would bother us there. Happy Thanksgiving, kid.”

  After Philip was safely upstairs, Kenny stripped off his gear and stepped into the metal shower stall that he usually used after working out. His cock stood out proudly from his body, and he stroked it to a quick and powerful release, thinking of the touch of Philip’s hands and mouth on his body and the sight of him standing nude in his bedroom earlier. It was all pretty overwhelming to the young virgin – but also terribly exciting.

  Upstairs now, Philip went back into Kenny and Max’s bedroom, where he had left his street clothes. Max was propped up in his bed reading and had noticed two sets of clothing on Kenny’s bed, assuming correctly that they had changed into their workout gear together.

  “Did you and Kenny have a good workout, Philip?”

  “Yeah, we did. Your little brother is developing nicely. I was impressed with what he could lift. Is it okay if I grab a shower in there, if it’s available?”

  “Go right ahead. You can drape your workout gear there on the hamper till it dries. It looks like you worked up a bit of a sweat.”

  “Just a bit, yes,” Philip said, peeling his tank top and shorts off. He felt kind of funny dropping his jock in front of Max, especially because his cock was still a bit plumped up from the recent basement activity, but he did it anyway, not really caring. He walked into the bathroom just as Bobby and Grant were drying off from a joint shower. Having never seen each other in the buff before, Grant and Philip were both a bit surprised at the sudden encounter. Philip offered to come back when they were through, but Bobby invited him to go ahead with his shower, and he did.

  “Philip, after you’re dressed, could you come into our bedroom? I need to talk to you about something,” Bobby said.

  CHAPTER 21

  Philip’s heart was still pounding from the exertion of his workout – even more so from the close encounter he’d had with Kenny’s sweat-soaked body afterward. Thinking of how he had touched him before Kenny broke it off, Philip let his soapy right hand trail down his chest and abs to the growing thickness in his groin. He engulfed both of his hypersensitive balls in his hand and massaged them carefully, while his cock stood at attention.

  He moved his hand up and stroked himself, breathing raggedly as he felt his body edge rapidly toward climax. Thinking of Kenny changing into his workout outfit earlier, Philip closed his eyes, bent at the knees, and let loose as the ropes blasted out of him and onto the walls and floor of the glass shower stall. He was glad no one had decided to walk in just then.

  After he had cleaned off all traces of his passion from the shower stall and washed himself thoroughly, Philip dried off, wrapped his towel around himself, and walked into Kenny and Max’s room just as Kenny was pulling on his clean briefs. They looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and Max – still propped up in his bed – could tell that something had transpired between them in the basement.

  “Feel better now, Kenny?” Philip said, feeling a need to say something – anything. “Thanks for the workout.”

  “Thanks for joining me,” Kenny said, hoping he was showing more composure than he really felt. “Maybe we can do it again before you leave. How long are you staying?”

  “I have a flight home on Sunday, but that’s days away. I smell the turkey cooking – can’t wait for that great dinner your mom is making.”

  “Me either. Mom’s a great cook.”

  “Well, I think I’ll grab my stuff here and dress for dinner in Bobby’s room. That’s where my clean clothes are. Thanks for the loan of the workout duds.”

  “No problem. See you in a bit.”

  Philip walked through the bathroom and into Bobby and Grant’s bedroom, carrying his clothes with one arm and trying to keep his towel from falling off with the other, although everyone in the house except the parents had now seen him completely nude just in the past hour. Bobby was alone on his bed waiting for him.

  “Let me hang up this wet towel in the bathroom and get some clean clothes on, and I’m all yours, Bobby.”

  Philip set his things down, hung up the towel, and walked naked back to his bag to look for something nice to put on for the family dinner.

  “You’re looking pretty fit there, buddy. Been working out some since I saw you last, I see,” Bobby said, openly admiring his former roommate’s developing body and thinking back fondly to their days – and nights – together in their dorm room.

  “Thanks, pal. What did you want to talk to me about?”

  “Sit here on the bed with me.”

  Philip assumed the requested position after he was dressed. Bobby had already dressed for dinner. The two sat facing each other with their legs crossed in front of them.

  “Philip, I don’t exactly know what to say or how to say it, so I’ll just be blunt. It’s pretty obvious to Grant and me that Kenny is attracted to you, and I think the feeling is mutual, isn’t it?”

  “Does it show that much?”

  “I’ve seen how you two look at each other. You were hard last night coming out of the bathroom – Grant noticed it too. And now you’ve spent a rather quiet hour in the basement together. The only reason I’m bringing it up is that I’m concerned for my little brother. He’s a virgin, you know.”

  “I kind of thought so.”

  “He’s only been out to the family for a few months, but we all know. I just don’t want him to get his feelings hurt. I think you could just shrug it off and go home if anything happens between you two, but I know my brother really well and I just know he’d be devastated if he got hooked on you and then had to watch you leave for Boston. He’s just not ready for a long-distance emotional relationship at this point in his life, and…well…I’m just trying to protect him. Do you know what I’m saying?”

  “I do, Bobby, but it’s complicated. I’m pretty lonely myself right now, and Kenny reminds me so much of you and how I felt about you in college. I’m still kicking myself for letting you go after graduation without telling you. I was afraid you’d reject me, and my ego just couldn’t h
ave handled that. So I didn’t say anything and then the next thing I knew you’d been snapped up by Grant.”

  “It was mutual between Grant and me, Philip.”

  “Yes, I know, and I really am happy for both of you – I mean that. I love both of you, as friends, and I want your relationship to last. It’s just that…I want one of my own, too, ya know? And in the meantime, I’m horny as hell, and Kenny’s the cutest and sweetest guy I’ve met in a while.”

  “And vulnerable – remember that. I appreciate what you said about your feelings for me and how much Kenny reminds you of me, but Kenny isn’t me – he’s Kenny, and he’s only 20 and hardly been out of Evansville. I can’t tell you what to do, Philip, but just put yourself in his shoes. He’s tight with his family, and we’d all be crushed if he left that behind to follow…well, you know. At least let him take the lead if there’s going to be anything happening between you two. If it’s his choice, then we’ll have to live with it, but just give him some space. That’s all I’m asking.”

  “I see what you’re saying. I admit I made a move on him in the basement, but he stopped it. I’ll respect his feelings – and yours. The last thing I want to do by coming here is to do anything that’s gonna hurt anyone. You have a great family, and I can see how much you all care for each other. Your friendship means the world to me, Bobby, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But I think you have to know that I’m vulnerable, too. I won’t make another move on him, but I can’t promise what I’d do if he makes one on me. But right now that doesn’t seem too likely.”

  Philip reached out and took hold of Bobby’s hands.

  “Bobby, would you just…hold me a minute?”

  Bobby smiled and held out his arms in invitation to his friend. Philip moved as close as he could, and the boys hugged each other tightly, and for a long time, without saying anything. Their bond was as strong as ever.

  “Dinner in 10 minutes,” Al announced to the boys from the hallway. Bobby and Philip broke their long hug and went to the bathroom to wash their hands for the feast. They both had to splash a little cold water on their faces as well to disguise the signs of the emotion they had shared.