Brother Daniel
I told my brother Daniel I was gay, when I was 15 and he was 16.
He looked at me, then his forehead creased. “So, you’ll have a boyfriend and not a girlfriend.”
“Yes.”
“And everything else will be the same?
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t.”
“So, it will be… just like we get another brother?”
“I guess.”
“Cool.”
He was the first person I told, we're only 10 months apart, we've always been very close, so, it never occurred me not to tell him stuff. Me being gay it just never seemed to affect the two of us. We were really best friends, we used to tell each other everything.
“If anybody gives you a hard time, you let me know.”
We are still very close.
Daniel is a big hunk, a sexy man. I’ve always been proud of my sexy brother. He has hung out with my gay friends on occasion. Several of my gay friends have had crushes on him.
Nick adores him. Daniel has that not-shy straight boy nudie thing going on. I think it must be a part of the straight boy gene, most of them are not backward in going buff. I remember, one year when we were down the beach house one Xmas, we had all been drinking and popping pills with abandon and Daniel came out and sat on the couch in his boxers. Nick was beside himself making lurid comments about Daniel’s manhood, until Daniel grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled them down, saying to Nick,
“Is that what you want to see?”
He asked Nick if he was impressed. Nick asked him to make it hard and Daniel pulled up his pants telling Nick that he certainly wasn’t going to give him the full show. “Grow a vagina, buddy, and then I’ll make it as hard as you like.”
Nick said he wanked over it for weeks.
I love that Daniel is bold. I love that he is well-adjusted. I love that he is brave.
I’ve taken Daniel to Melbourne gay bars.
I’ve taken him to gay dance parties in the past when Nick and I dressed him up in the smallest pair of shorts we could find. Daniel used to joke about it. “What ladies’ handkerchief have you ladies made into an outfit for me this time?”
I’ve always been proud of him. I love it that my friends think he is cute. He’s comfortable with them fawning over him. I love that he is popular, it brings me joy. Vicarious love. I’ve taken him on dates when we have both been single.
Straight world naturally thinks we’re brothers. Gay world so often thinks we’re lovers.
He looked at me, then his forehead creased. “So, you’ll have a boyfriend and not a girlfriend.”
“Yes.”
“And everything else will be the same?
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t.”
“So, it will be… just like we get another brother?”
“I guess.”
“Cool.”
He was the first person I told, we're only 10 months apart, we've always been very close, so, it never occurred me not to tell him stuff. Me being gay it just never seemed to affect the two of us. We were really best friends, we used to tell each other everything.
“If anybody gives you a hard time, you let me know.”
We are still very close.
Daniel is a big hunk, a sexy man. I’ve always been proud of my sexy brother. He has hung out with my gay friends on occasion. Several of my gay friends have had crushes on him.
Nick adores him. Daniel has that not-shy straight boy nudie thing going on. I think it must be a part of the straight boy gene, most of them are not backward in going buff. I remember, one year when we were down the beach house one Xmas, we had all been drinking and popping pills with abandon and Daniel came out and sat on the couch in his boxers. Nick was beside himself making lurid comments about Daniel’s manhood, until Daniel grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled them down, saying to Nick,
“Is that what you want to see?”
He asked Nick if he was impressed. Nick asked him to make it hard and Daniel pulled up his pants telling Nick that he certainly wasn’t going to give him the full show. “Grow a vagina, buddy, and then I’ll make it as hard as you like.”
Nick said he wanked over it for weeks.
I love that Daniel is bold. I love that he is well-adjusted. I love that he is brave.
I’ve taken Daniel to Melbourne gay bars.
I’ve taken him to gay dance parties in the past when Nick and I dressed him up in the smallest pair of shorts we could find. Daniel used to joke about it. “What ladies’ handkerchief have you ladies made into an outfit for me this time?”
I’ve always been proud of him. I love it that my friends think he is cute. He’s comfortable with them fawning over him. I love that he is popular, it brings me joy. Vicarious love. I’ve taken him on dates when we have both been single.
Straight world naturally thinks we’re brothers. Gay world so often thinks we’re lovers.
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