Gift Giving

I turn on some tunes to lighten the mood and continue the drive to my house. It works. By the time we are pulling into my driveway Jamie is bopping to the beat. This was perfect. He had admitted to me many times that he could only truly relax and be himself when it was just him and I. It was good to get him away from his friends and the family as he dealt with the embarrassing revelation at the party.

I turn off the engine and pull out the keys. The pair of us get out and head up the walk toward the front door. While not extravagant I had very nice house for a guy my age. Jamie and I had each been given a chunk of cash on our high school graduation. I had put mine into the house while Jamie was using his to fund his education.

The cold wind, getting colder by the minute, whistles by and chills us to the bone as I fumble for the right key.

"Whoo! It's gonna be a cold one tonight." Jamie says as holds his jacket tight around his neck.

"Yeah." I at last unlock the house and swing the door wide to let him step through first, I hurry right in behind him.

As he usually does he makes himself right at home. He kicks off his shoes and tosses his coat onto a chair and I do the same. To say my place lacked a woman's touch would be the understatement of the century. My living room consisted of leather furniture, a huge television on one wall, no pictures on the wall whatsoever, and some mats, kettle bells, and a "Bob XL" wavemaster training dummy taking up a good chunk of the space. My laptop sat on the coffee table where I left it and there were some bills and unopened mail sprawled over the rest of the surface.

"Hey Bob." Jamie waves to the training bag before he sprints toward the sofa and leaps over the back of it to land on the cushions with a thud. He bounces up once before coming to rest. He scooches to the far end of the sofa and makes himself comfortable.

He was acting normal enough. There were no noticeable effects of "the zap". Perhaps this was something that would wear off on its own.

Jamie holds his hands with a gimme, gimme, gimme motion.

I laugh. "I'm gettin it, calm down."

I head into the attached kitchen and grab the box. I was never one for wrapping so it was still in the plain paper bag I brought it home in. I walk back out and hand it to him as I sit on the couch to the left of him.

He looks at the bag with a puzzled look then pulls the slate gray box from it and inspects it.

"Auch-en-to-shan." He reads the label. "Auchentoshan single malt scotch whisky."

"It's as old as you are." I point out, unable to hide my grin. "21 years old just like you."

He smiles. "I see that."

"The lady at the shop said this one is really easy drinking compared to the others. I guess lowland whiskies are softer and smoother than the other kinds."

"What, you think I can't handle a harder one?" He quips. "You think I'm a lightweight or something?"

I laugh. "I know you are!"

He leans and hugs me. "I love it. It's my favorite gift ever."

I hug him back.

"Let's have some." He opens the fancy box to reveal the gleaming bottle within.

"Really? You could save it for a special occasion or something if you want."

"This is a special occasion."

"True, true. Lemme grab some glasses." As I pop out to grab a pair of tumblers, an ice cube in each, he opens the expensive bottle of booze. I sit back down beside him and he pours the whisky, filling each tumbler almost to the top! "Woah there." I say. "Go easy. This stuff has a kick."

"Pussy." He teases. He slaps the cork back into the bottle and sets it to the side. We clink glasses and each take a sip. I thought it was delicious, Jamie however...not so much.

His face immediately screws up as he forces himself to swallow the spirit, this is followed by him coughing and sputtering as the **** burned his throat.

"Pah! Hooooh...baby!" He gasps as he blinks tears from his eyes. "That's some good shit!"

I cannot help but laugh. "Yeah, I can see that."

He hurries to take a second swig to much the same effect. "I...cahh...love it."

"You liar."

"No, no. I love it. I just have to get used to how strong it is."

"Tell me the truth. What do you think about it?"

"It's disgusting!" He replies.

Taken aback by his unusually blunt assessment I then realize I had inadvertently commanded him to tell his honest opinion.

After a moment his eyes widen with worry. "No! No, I love it Brock. I love it so much!" He forces down another big gulp of the amber drink. "Kahhhh! Getting better." He says as his cute face grimaces.

I lean back and chuckle. "It's okay if you don't like it. It was a shot in the dark. I'll keep it you don't want it."

"NO! No, I want it Brock." He grabs my arm. "I love it."

"I know you're lying."

He pouts. "No fair."

"It's no biggie. I'll get you something you really like tomorrow. What do you want for your birthday Jamie? Tell the truth."

"I want to suck your cock."

"STOP...saying that!" I exclaim.

He shakes head. "Sorry!"

"Not your fault."

"I'm happy with the scotch." He says quietly, bowing his head with renewed shame.

"No you're not." I pat his shoulder. "It's okay Jamie, don't feel bad. I'll get ya something nice."

He lets out a defeated sigh as he looks at his drink. "Well...it is kinda nasty." He admits. "Do you have any cola or something like that?"

He wanted to mix a 21 year old scotch with cola!? Fuck it, it was his to drink as he liked. "Yeah, in the fridge."

He gets up and starts that way. "Want some?"

"Nah, I'm good." I sip my drink as I watch him go and ponder what had just happened. Not only could I make him do anything, I could also make him tell me the unvarnished truth. Jamie was such a polite guy he always couched everything he said in nice flattering language. If I wanted to I could find out everything I ever wanted to know about him, and I very much did want to. I knew him better than anyone but he was still a curiosity to me. Even more so now that I knew he truly and honestly wanted to give me a beej.

He soon returns not with cola but with a container of pineapple juice. "You're not going to...!" I say. "Gross!"

He smiles and pours it into his glass of scotch. He picks it up and takes a sip. "Mmmmm, much better."

"You are so weird. Hey, come here." I pat the cushion next to me, again I accidentally said it as a command and so he instantly obeys.

Sitting down next to me he looks up at me expectantly. "What is it big brother?"

"I just wanna talk a bit." I think over some of the biggest questions I had for him. "Remember back a few years ago, remember the mystery dent in my fender? Was that you? Tell me the truth."

"Yes." He tells me, despite having denied it vehemently all this time.

"I knew it!"

His eyes widen. "Oh no! I'm sorry!"

I laugh and put my arm around him. "Don't be. I always knew it had to be you, I just wanted the truth. You little liar."

He lets out a huff. "This isn't fair."

"Nope, but it is what it is. You're mine little bro, at least for tonight."

Strangely that seemed to comfort him more than disturb him. He sips his drink and tucks his feet up under his legs. "Ask me something else." He was more than game for this continue.

"Okay." I say. "What about those friends of yours. What is the deal there? Tell the truth."

He shrugs. "We're just pals who like to play video games and screw around. It's nothing serious. None of us have a boyfriend or girlfriend so...why not?"

"How does it go exactly?"

"The sex?"

"Yeah."

"I usually fluff up the guys, I really like that part, and then they fuck Amy and sometimes me too if I'm lucky."

"What do you mean if you're lucky?"

He nods and sips his pineapple and scotch. "They mostly do things together while I watch. They tease me a lot. I'm really bad at sex. Really bad."

"Bad?"

"Yeah. Amy says I have tiny dick and..."

"What the fuck?" I say angrily. "Amy's a fucking bitch!"

He sighs. "Yeah, kinda. But I am pretty small. I cum real fast too. Especially when one of the guys fucks my..."

"Woah! TMI!"

"You asked." He shifts a little closer to me and lays his small hand on my thigh. "Are you ashamed of me Brock?"

I kiss his head. "Of course not. Never!"

"I heard the stories about you back in school. The girls were wild about you. You were a legend." He takes a breath. "I'm just a little sissy."

"Don't say that. You are amazing."

"You're not embarrassed to have a femboy for a brother?"

"No! Where is this coming from? I love you bro."

"Brock."

"Yeah?"

"Don't...you want to ask me about...us?"

I could see he urgently wanted me to ask him the question hanging over us, I could also see by the flush across his cheeks and nose the booze was already starting to hit him. My brother was the lightest of lightweights when it came to drinking.

"I have to answer you Brock." He presses. "I'll tell you everything." He gulps down the rest of his drink in a one go. "I have to do anything you say."