Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2014 05:59:57 -0700
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Andrew, Ian and What I Saw 1

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Andrew, Ian and What I Saw - Chapter 1

       After I had dated Elizabeth for a year, we broke up.  Just not that
much in common after all.  We did remain good friends, though.  And it was
through her that I met Lisa.  Lisa was a divorced mom in her mid-30's with
two sons living with her.  At the time we started to date the two boys were
13 and 10.  Andrew was the 13 year old, and Ian the 10 year old.  The dad
was still in the scene, and took them 2 weekends every month.  So, when the
boys were with their dad, Lisa and I got the chance to spend the night with
each other, and we had a good, somewhat adventurous sex life.  It turns out
that I was the first guy she had sex with since the divorce, so I guess I
got the pent up sexual energy.  All I can say is she was very good.  And of
course, only being able to have sex when the boys were at their dad's
house, she wanted it whenever we were alone.
       I got to be close to her boys, too.  I would spend time with them at
their baseball or soccer games.  Their dad was there too, which was a bit
uncomfortable at first, but he and I started to get along pretty well.  And
her boys seemed to like me too.  They were pretty well adjusted for having
to split time, but I could tell that Andrew was more mature for his age.
	Lisa and I dated for almost 2 years before we finally decided to
marry, and then it took a year to plan the wedding out.  As we neared the
wedding, I moved in with her into their house, which was actually close to
my work.  It took me a while to settle in, living with the three of them.
But by the time the wedding happened, I had adjusted well.  We took our
honeymoon and came back, ready for our new life.  Now Andrew was a 16 year
old, trying to get his driver's license, and Ian was 13, and trying to live
up to his older brother's stature.  Andrew was a sophomore in high school,
playing baseball and soccer, and on the swim team.  Ian was still playing
on both the city-run soccer league and in little league baseball.  I was
grateful that Lisa was supportive of this and helped me with the housework,
since weekends and weeknights were busy.  After the wedding she landed a
new position at her job which required traveling to trade shows almost
monthly, so frequently, I found myself either alone with the boys on the
weekend, or alone if they were with their dad.
	Shortly after I moved in, I began also to wake early in the
mornings to sounds of, well, pleasure.  After being awakened a few times
over the course of several weeks, I realized that it was a couple having
sex - the moans and groans were too obvious to not be anything else.  At
first I thought it was our neighbor, since our bedroom window was open and
their bedroom was on the side of their house closest to ours.  But one
night, I heard the sound again, and knew it wasn't our neighbors, because
they were out of town.  So, curiosity got to me and I got up and walked
quietly out of the room.  I had mentioned this to my wife once, but she was
a heavy sleeper and never heard anything.  So, this early morning, probably
about 2 AM or so, I walked out of our bedroom.  As I came into the hallway,
I could hear the sound clearer and even louder, but I wasn't sure where it
was coming from.  I went down the hall slowly, past the 2nd bathroom and
towards the boy's rooms.  The sound was louder now, but still very quiet.
If I too had been a heavy sleeper, I would not have heard it.  As I came on
Ian's room, I noticed his door was open.  I peeked in and noticed his bed
was empty.  I knew he wasn't in the bathroom because I'd walked by it and
the door was open.  So, I crept closer to the closed door to Andrew's room.
The sound increased as I got closer.  And now I began to think that the
boys were in there watching porn.  Andrew did have his own TV and cable
hook up - he'd earned that by working for his dad the previous summer.  But
as I crept closer to Andrew's room, I realized that the sound I was hearing
was not coming from speakers - it was too real, too 3D.  It was coming from
Andrew.  But there was a 2nd person in there.  And as I woke further from
my 2 AM sleepiness, I realized that it was Ian in there.  Holy shit, I
thought to myself. These boys were sexually active with each other!  Teen
brotherly incest.  I found myself aroused immediately.  I slowly retreated
from their room and back to our room, where I slinked into the bathroom and
jerked off, having these wonderful thoughts of Andrew and Ian having gay
sex.
	The pattern seemed to be the same.  Andrew and Ian would have sex
in the early hours of the morning, usually at 2 or 3 AM, probably assured
that their mom and I were asleep.  The only did it on Friday and Saturday
nights, and once summer started, during the week on occasion.  Sometimes
I'd walk down the hall and listen, sometimes I'd miss out on it completely.
Finally, after about 2 months of this, my wife had to take one of her first
trade show trips.  She had to leave early Saturday and would be gone
through the weekend.  I went to bed Friday night, half anticipating that
the boys would be at it.  Sure enough, about 3:30 AM I woke up, and heard
the boys.  Our bedroom door was open, but for some reason the sound was a
bit louder than usual.  I could hear things more.  It was late July, so the
house was warm and I had been on top of the bed, sleeping in my underwear.
I knew the boys were at it again, so as usual, I got up and crept down the
hallway to listen at the door.  But this time, the door was cracked open a
bit.  And there was a light on.  So, I leaned close to the opening, and
peeked in, and saw Andrew and Ian.
	Andrew, an athletic 16 year old guy, was very toned and good
looking.  He kept his hair a bit longer, liking to be just a bit different.
All summer I had seen him walk around the house in board shorts or
sometimes just jeans and underwear, no shirt, and had quietly and secretly
admired his toned arms, his flat smooth chest, and the "U" that his abs
created.  He was very cute.  Ian was no slouch either - pretty much a
smaller version of his brother.  He was blonde, though, and a bit fairer
skinned.  But he was toned and very smooth as well.  So, as I looked into
the room I got to see them both naked for the first time.  Andrew was lying
on the bed, his legs spread, with Ian bobbing up and down on his cock.
This went on for a few minutes.  Then Ian pulled off his brother - I could
see that Andrew was smooth down there - and started to mount his brother's
cock.  Soon, Ian was riding Andrew, and the sound from Andrew told me that
he was very much enjoying fucking his brother.  This lasted for a couple of
minutes, until Andrew turned to the door, and saw me staring in. "SHIT!",
Andrew emphatically whispered.  "IT'S JOHN!!!", and he pulled Ian off of
him.  I turned quickly and almost ran to our bedroom. I quietly crawled
into bed as I heard Andrew's door swing wide open, followed by it closing
softly and then Ian's door closing softly.  I had a raging boner and I so
wanted to jerk off, but my wife for some reason turned and cuddled with me.
	I could not go back to sleep.  My wife had to be up early, so about
5 AM I got up, got the coffee going and woke her up.  The shuttle for the
airport showed up at 6 AM, and she was gone.  I went back to our room,
closed the door, lay back on the bed, and jerked off, remembering in detail
what I'd seen a few hours before.  After I cleaned up I laid in bed for a
while, unable to sleep.  Finally about 7 AM I got up, got dressed into
casual shorts and a t-shirt, and started my day.  I got some coffee,
grabbed the paper, and had some quiet reading time.  The boys were still
asleep.  I did some stuff on the computer and then started the laundry just
before 9 AM.  As I was feeding clothes into the dryer, I looked up to see
Andrew by the door. He was rubbing a hand through his messed up hair.  He
was wearing a pair of red nylon basketball shorts, and I could tell from
the way his dick hung against the fabric, that was all he was wearing.  He
yawned.
	"So," he spoke hesitantly, "what did mom say?" he asked, finishing
his yawn and stretching his toned arms above his head.
       "About what?" I replied
       "You know", he paused, and lowered his voice. "About this morning."
       I looked at him with a curious look.  "This morning, what..." I
responded.
       "You know, you catching" and he got quieter, "me and Ian." He was at
a whisper by that point.  It was very obvious he was concerned about me
knowing about him and Ian being sexually active with each other, and
whether that had gotten out to his mom.
	"Well," I started, looking into the dyer, "I didn't tell her."
Andrew's arms dropped and he slouched, throwing his head back and letting
out a deep breath, totally relieved I could tell, that I hadn't said
anything to his mom.
       "I thought when you went back to the room you'd had told her about
us."  His relief was very apparent in his speech.
       "No," I assured him.  "Actually, I didn't tell her for a couple of
reasons."  Andrew looked at me and crossing his arms, settled himself into
the door frame. I turned on the dryer and proceeded to put another load of
clothes into the washing machine.
       "I didn't say anything 'cause I didn't feel like telling her when
she had to leave on a trip."  As I finished that sentence I looked at
Andrew and his face changed a little.  "And", I started up, "I'm kinda
into....that."
       Andrew looked at me with a puzzled look.  "Into....what?" he asked.
I looked around as if I wanted to make sure no one was around.  "I'm into
guy on guy stuff, especially" and I paused.  "Bro on bro stuff.".  I shut
the washing machine lid and looked at Andrew again.  His mouth was open a
bit, obviously surprised to hear what I had said.
       "You ARE?" he said, with his eyes opened wide and spoken way under
his breath so that it was obviously a surprise.
       "Yeah" I nodded.  "I'm into that.  Into brotherly incest, into gay
sex...." and I stopped, wondering if I was confessing too much.
       "Does mom know?" he asked.
       "Uh, no.  And since I obviously have a secret of yours and Ian's to
keep, I'm sure you'll keep mine as well." I looked at him, emphasizing the
statement I made with a solemn look.  Andrew nodded his head and put his
opened up his hands to me.
       "No problem.  If you're not gonna tell mom about me 'n' Ian, I won't
tell her about your, uh, interests."
       I smiled at him, and Andrew smiled back.  He walked into the garage,
and stood close to me, leaning himself against the dryer.
       "So," he began, "how long have you been into that kind of stuff?  I
mean, brothers doing each other and, well, gay sex?"
       I shrugged my shoulders.  "Since I was a teen.  Just never did it
'cause I liked girls more."
       Again his eyes opened.  "You NEVER did stuff with a guy, even though
you were into guys??"  He seemed totally shocked that I hadn't done
anything.  "Well", I started, "I DID have fun with a buddy just before I
turned 13, but it wasn't much.  No oral or anal or anything." I picked up
the empty laundry basket.  "And I DID have a boy-crush on our 13 year old
paperboy when I was your age, but never could get him interested."  I
motioned that I wanted to go back in the house, and Andrew pushed himself
from the washing machine and walked out.  I looked at how the basketball
shorts hugged his bubble butt, and even settled into his ass crack.  We
went into the kitchen where I went to the coffee maker to refresh my
coffee, and Andrew sat himself down on one of the barstools that rimmed the
center island.  As I filled my mug I turned to him.
       "So, how long have you and Ian been, uh, well..." I paused.  "Uh,
been having fun?"
       Andrew squirmed for a second or two.  "Uh, since before you and mom
started dating.  I think I was 12, so Ian was 9 when we started."
       I raised my eyebrows.  "Wow." I said. "That's kinda hot."  Andrew
leaned over the edge of the island.
       "Yeah, we started after my parents divorced.  I was just jackin' one
day when Ian walked in and sat down and started to watch.  I kinda turned
me on having him there watching me.  Then he asked me if he could touch it.
I said he could, so he did. Then he started to stroke it, which felt really
good and turned me on even more."  Andrew looked up at me as he stopped.
"Soon he was coming into my room every night and playing with me.  Then he
started to suck me.  First time I shot my load was in his mouth."  He
paused.  "I started to fuck him when he was 11, so a couple of years ago.
We've been having sex regularly, but only here at home.  NEVER at our
dad's.  He's a light sleeper - like you, I guess - plus if he found out
that his two sons were gay for each other, he'd probably kill us."  I
giggled at his last statement, and took a sip of coffee.
       "So," Andrew started, leaning forward again and smiling impishly at
me.  "What was the paperboy like?"  I moved towards him a little bit and
leaned over the island too, so our faces were only a few inches apart.
       "He was toned, very smooth, cute, tanned in the summertime." I
paused, picturing in my head the images of our paperboy from years before.
"In the summer, he'd ride up our cul de sac, drop off our paper first.  I'd
go out there and see him riding up the street, tan, smooth, no shirt on.
And I'd go sit on the front wall, waiting for him to ride back down so I
could say 'hi' to him."
       Andrew smiled, and asked "did he ever say 'hi' back?"
       "Yeah," I replied.  "But he never stopped."  Our faces were inches
from each other.
       "Soooo," he began, "you're into young, smooth guys then?  Or are you
into older since you're, well," he shrugged, "you're, you know, older?"
	I dropped my head down and giggled a bit.  "No," I started, "I'm
still into" and I paused "younger guys.  That's another reason it was so
hot seeing you and Ian.  You're both hot looking younger, teen guys."  All
of a sudden I felt I had said too much.  Andrew giggled a bit too.
       "I bet you'd like to watch us."  I gave him a smile, and replied
"uh, yeah."  Andrew shifted his body playfully "I dunno if Ian would be
into that.  He is pretty horny though.  Like, that first time I told you
about, it was HIS idea to stroke me."  Andrew got quiet again.  I
straightened up and took a swig of coffee.  Andrew just stayed where he
was.  "I bet you" he started, "that if Ian knew you were into teen guys,
he's so fuckin' horny, he might even do YOU!"  I giggled at the thought.
       "Well" I said, and dropped off.  "You both are hot."  Andrew giggled
self-consciously and stood up straight as well.  He started to rap his
knuckles on the countertop.  It felt a bit awkward.  I found myself turned
on by the idea of not only watching the two of them having sex, but of me
having fun with Ian.  He was a smooth young teen guy, what I'd always
liked.  But I also was looking at this very toned smooth 16 year old guy in
the kitchen with me, and my thoughts were more about him.  The awkwardness
continued, and eventually Andrew asked a question.
	"If you COULD have sex with a younger guy, and get away with it,
would you?"  He looked at me, as if his eyes were piercing my mind.
       I nodded my head, and said "um, yyyyyyyyyyyyyeah....I guess.  If I
could get away with it..."
       Andrew finished my sentence "and the guy was like the paperboy,
right?"  He smiled at me and I gave him an affirming giggle.  He tapped the
counter and left the room.
	About 30 minutes later Ian appeared in the kitchen, in baggy board
shorts riding low on his slender hips and the top few inches of his briefs
showing.  He did look good.  He remained aloof though, and came in to grab
a banana and then walked out.  He didn't even acknowledge me.  I continued
my day, working the laundry and watching TV.  About noon or so, Ian walked
through the family room towards the door to the garage, backpack slung on
his back, and told me he was going to Jesse's house.  I told him to be back
by dinner unless he called, and he said OK.  A few minutes later Andrew
came back into the room and leaned over the back of the couch.  He told me
Jesse was the kid that he thinks Ian liked to fool around with.  It made
sense to me now.  Ian was at Jesse's house A LOT.  He also did overnights
there a lot.  So, it all added up for me about Ian and Jesse.  Andrew
climbed over the back of the couch and sat on the opposite end, putting his
feet up on the coffee table next to mine.
	"Do you think Jesse's folks know about Ian playing with their son?"
I asked.
       Andrew was quiet for a moment.  "They're gone a lot" he
replied. "And even when they're there, they're usually doing something and
not paying attention.  So, they're probably clueless and like having Ian
over."  I switched channels to a fishing show.
       "Did you tell Ian that I was OK with you guys foolin' around?"
       Andrew replied "No.  He's been avoiding me all morning.  Probably
thinks we're in deep shit so he doesn't want to be near me."
	Andrew and I sat there for a while, watching whatever I happened to
land on as I channel surfed.  I mentioned I was getting hungry, and asked
if he wanted some lunch.  Andrew agreed, and said he'd get dressed,
thinking we'd go out.  I commented that I was going to fix lunch, and he
was OK with that.  Besides, I thought to myself, he was still wearing only
those basketball shorts, and I didn't want him to change out of them.  It
was then I realized that I liked him and was now sexually interested in
him.  But I didn't want to make that obvious, in case that was a feeling
that wasn't mutual.  Andrew got up and came into the kitchen as I started
to make us some sandwiches.  All of a sudden we started to talk: the kind
of relaxed, easy conversation that I had been wanting with him anyway.  We
ate, stood there, talked about things other than sex.  We talked about his
sports, his housework, what job he might want to look into when he turned
17, even stuff I was into, like music and photography.  Soon, what started
as a quick lunch turned into an afternoon of conversation.  I had to excuse
myself to check the laundry and he followed me into the garage, keeping the
conversation going.  I could tell he was more relaxed as well - perhaps a
new trust he felt knowing that I had his secret and he had my secret.