Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2016 07:23:28 -0500
From: Dominic King <stories.by.dominic@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Brother - Part 1

Big Brother

NOTE: This is a story about me at 19 becoming a mentor for a 12 year old
boy who was going through puberty and was VERY curious about becoming a
man. Please email me with any comments (stories.by.dominic@gmail.com).
Thanks!

My name is Jackson Rowell. This is the story of how I got to know and fall
in love with a beautiful 12 year old boy named Matt while being his mentor:
I was 19 at the time, and I had heard on the radio every day going to work
about the Big Brothers Big Sisters program. You know the one, where an
older teen or adult takes a younger boy or girl under their wing and
becomes a roll model for them. The idea of being in the program always
intrigued me when I heard about it on radio and TV. It wasn't something I
had ever considered seriously, until I started hearing these radio
commercials saying they really needed male "big brothers". They said that
80% of all children, or "littles" in the program were boys, but that only
20% of "bigs" were male, meaning there was a huge shortage of men
volunteering. I decided to give it a try.

I called the local chapter office, and scheduled an interview. I was
informed they would be doing a detailed background check, and they also
asked for references. I had never gotten into any kind of trouble, and was
a pretty upstanding citizen, so I knew there would be no trouble.

A week or so after the interview, the local chapter president called me to
inform me that they had paired me with a boy named Matt, and I needed to
come in and meet with him and his mother. I was very eager to get started.

When I arrived, I walked in and shook hands with the mother, and the
chapter president, and then my eyes fell on Matt. I couldn't believe how
cute he was. He had a mop of messy, tightly curled brown hair, which looked
a little too long, and needed a trim, and he had the smoothest silky pale
skin, a sharp contrast to his dark hair. He wore round glasses that rested
low on his nose because the nose pads were broken, so he had to tilt his
head back to look trough them. He kept pushing his glasses back up his
nose, in a very cute, nervous way. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt,
and baggy relaxed-fit blue jeans with black skate shoes. He had a shy smile
on his face, and was looking at me curiously, and when our eyes met, he
looked down quickly. I couldn't tell, but it looked like he was blushing.

The meeting went very well, and we set up a time for me to come pick Matt
up on Saturday at 9 am, and he would stay for lunch and his mother would
pick him up after work. Matt didn't say much during the meeting, and only
said "yes", when asked if he really wanted to do this. His voice was quiet
and very shy, and although his voice had not changed yet, it was a bit
lower more masculine than I would have imagined. Other than that, he was
quiet. At the end of the meeting, Matt's mother asked him to leave the
room, because she wanted to talk privately with me.
  "He'll warm up to you," said his mother, after she had asked Matt to
leave the room. "He's just a really shy boy. His father ran off with
another woman two years ago, and we haven't heard from him since. Needless
to say, Matt has been lacking a strong male role model. And it's time for
him to start learning things from a man again..." She trailed off, a look of
embarrassment on her face.
  "What do you mean?" I asked, my heart starting to flutter.
  "Well, he's been asking a lot of questions lately, Questions I don't
really feel comfortable or qualified to answer. That had always been Josh,
my husband's job. Now he has no one to talk to about those kinds of
things." She paused again, looking even more uncomfortable. "So, I was
hoping that you... Well, that you could be that man in his life. Someone who
can show him what being a man is all about, and answer all his questions. I
know he's started puberty, so there's no doubt he wants answers and
guidance. He pretends to be tough, like he doesn't need anybody, but I know
that he's really a very sensitive boy, and if he only got to know you he'd
really warm up to you, and feel comfortable talking about... guy stuff. Just
give him time, and he'll open up to you." There was silence for a few
seconds while I processed what she was asking.
  "So, do you think you'd be open to that?" she asked tentatively. I
hesitated for only a second before answering.
  "Yeah, sure. I mean, I remember being that age, and all the questions
that went through my mind. I didn't have a dad growing up, so I had to
learn everything the hard way. I think it will be good for him for us to
spend time together. He really seems like a nice kid."
  "Believe me, he is." Said his mother. "Just give him time. It will take a
while before he opens up to you, but he will, trust me."

I couldn't wait for Saturday, even though I was a little nervous. What
would Matt think of me? Would I be able to be a good role model for him?
What would we talk about? On Friday night while I was getting ready to go
to sleep, I was laying in bed, jerking off like I always do before going to
sleep, and I found my mind drifting to Matt, and his cute mop of curly
hair, and his smooth silky white skin. I had always known that I was
attracted to boys, ever since I was 5, but I didn't think of myself as gay.
I liked girls too. In fact, I was dating a really hot girl from work, and I
had always kept my secret attraction to other males, well, secret. No one
knew, and I had never pursued my lust for boys before, and I had no
intention of doing so. It was weird, and felt wrong on so many levels. And
even though I knew nothing like that would happen with me and Matt, I just
couldn't help but think of him as I jerked.

I was up early on Saturday morning, and drank nearly a whole pot of coffee
as I was getting ready to head over to Matt's house to pick him up. This
was a mistake I soon realized, because it only acsentuated my nerves for
the coming hours. I showered, shaved, and while doing the customary
examination of my reflection in the mirror while I was naked, I decided to
do something I had never done before. I trimmed my pubic hair. I don't know
exactly why I did it, but while looking in the mirror, I just noticed how
bushy I was down there, and I found my mind flitting to Matt again,
imagining his pubic area, wondering if he had any hair down there yet. I
assumed he didn't since, his voice still hadn't changed, and there wasn't a
hair to be seen on his smooth face. I trimmed everything down to the
minimum, so I was almost totally smooth down there. Again, I have no idea
why I did it, but looking back, I know it had something to do with Matt,
and my testastarone fogged mind planning ahead to what might happen, should
Matt see me naked. If he saw my pubes, I wanted to be like him. I didn't
want to look different from him, because it might freak him out. I knew
that there was no chance of him seeing me naked, but I just did it anyway.

As I drove over to Matt's house, I found my heart racing and a load of
butterflies in my stomach. I knew the feeling well. It was how I felt every
time I had to give a speech, or go on a first date. I was nervous about
what was about to happen, and whether or not I would do a good job. I
wasn't sure what a "good job" in this instance meant, but I supposed it
meant that I wanted Matt to like me, and for his confidence to grow as a
result of our time together. It was plain old classic stage fright, just in
a different form.

I arrived at 8:50, and rang the doorbell, my heart practically beating a
hole through my chest. The door opened fairly quickly, and there stood
Matt's mom. It was obvious that she was in the process of getting ready for
work. She was wearing a uniform for some kind of fast food place, and had a
name tag on, and in one hand she held a pair of shoes.
  "Oh, good morning, Jackson," she said, a little breathlessly. "I'm
running very late for work, my alarm didn't go off. I need to run!" She
said this as she was pulling on her shoes. "I don't know if Matt is ready
to go or not, so if you would please, just run up to his room and check.
First door on the right upstairs. He knows what to do when leaving the
house. He'll make sure to lock up and turn the lights off. Alright?" She
was clearly in a big rush, so I said I would be happy to do as she had
asked. She thanked me and ran out the door to her car and sped down the
street like a speed demon, and I heard her tires squeal slightly as she
turned right at the end of the street.

The house appeared to be deserted. After the sound of the car faded away,
everything was dead quiet. I looked around a bit before going upstairs.
They had a fairly nice house (for someone who worked in fast food),
although, it was fairly messy. I supposed when Matt's dad had been around,
they had had more money, and could afford a place like this. I felt bad for
the woman and her son. They had been dealt a bad hand in the card game that
is life.

I started up the stairs, and heading for the first door on the right. It
was ajar, and so I slowly pushed it open while knocking softly with my
knuckles.
  "Matt?" I asked quietly. "It's me, Jackson." There was no answer. I
pushed the door open fully, and walked into the room. It was a typical boy
room, a real pigpen. There were clothes everywhere, and all kinds of toys
strewn across every surface. There were empty glasses and dishes scattered
around, and the bed looked as though it had not been made in weeks. The
closet stood open, and I could see boxes of comic books and bins of Legos,
some of which had spilt over on the floor. Matt was nowhere to be seen. I
didn't know if I should go poking around the entire house looking for him,
so I just elected to wait a few minuets in his room to see if he came back.
I went over and sat on the edge of the bed, since all the chairs were piled
high with dirty clothes. I looked down at the bed surface, and my jaw
dropped. There were stains all over the sheets that looked to me like cum
stains. I was pretty knowledgeable about that, so I was fairly certain that
I was correct. I just stared for a moment, because I couldn't believe that
a boy his age could produce that much semen. It was obvious that his mom
didn't check in on his room very often, and defiantly didn't do the laundry
very regularly.

As I sat on the bed, I heard a sound like talking coming from somewhere
very close. It was muffled, so I couldn't tell what the person was saying.
After some careful listening, I realized the sound was coming from
somewhere on the bed.  I felt under the sheets and touched something
metallic. I tossed the sheets aside and saw an iPhone laying on the bed
with a video still playing. The sound had been muffled by the bedclothes. I
leaned in to see what it was, and my jaw dropped. It was a porn video. Four
really young looking twinks were on a couch, each on leaning over the one
beside sucking each others cocks in a daisy-chain. The one on the end had a
huge dildo in his butt and was moaning loudly. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Matt was only 12. He shouldn't have been watching shit like that. Although,
looking back on my childhood, I realized I started watching porn a lot
earlier than that. I was 10 when I saw my first porno, and I turned out
alright.
  I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Matt to know that I had seen the
video on the phone, so I turned down the volume a little and tossed it back
on the bed and pulled the sheets across covering it up again. I stood up
and moved over to stand by the window. I stood quietly for only a few
minuets, when I heard a door open and shut somewhere off down the hall.
Then I heard footsteps coming toward Matt's room. I didn't have time to
call out, or I would have done so as to not startle him. Before I could say
anything, or even move, the door swung fully open and little Matt dashed
in. He was naked, except for a towel draped around his waist. His hair was
wet, and as a result was much less curly then when I had seem him the other
day. It looked much longer this way, hanging down in his eyes, this time
glasses-less. His torso was super thin and his arms were like sticks. I
could see his ribs fairly clearly, and his stomach and chest were super
flat. He did have pretty board shoulders though for his age, and they were
quite square, giving him a very masculine shape. He was just about to pull
the towel off himself as he was reaching for some underwear on a chair,
when he saw me. He let out a loud "WOAH!", and stood up straight, pulling
the towel righter around himself, and with his other hand, grabbing some
clothes from the chair and held them up to his chest and torso. He was now
fairly well covered.
  "What are you doing in my room!?" It wasn't an angry exclamation, just a
very surprised one.
  "I'm sorry! Since you're mom was running late, she asked me to come up
and get you."
  "Well, I'm almost ready," he said, a little more calmly. "Do you mind if
I get dressed?" He gestured toward the door, and I knew he wanted me to
leave. I was a little disappointed, but I also knew that I really surprised
him, and after all, it was a pretty big invasion of privacy. Sometimes when
I was at home alone, I would walk around naked too. I knew it would have
been a big surprise to think you are alone walking around naked, and find
someone, a near total stranger, in your house. So, I understood that he
wanted his privacy back. I got up quickly and left the room, and paced near
the stairs as he dressed.

He came out of his room, not making eye contact with me as he walked over
to where I stood by the stairs. He wore a white t-shirt that was tight on
his smooth skinny torso, and cargo shorts with black skate shoes with
bright white bottoms, and he was carrying a backpack. I just stood in awe
of his beauty. For some reason, I couldn't get my mind off this boy. His
hair was as raggedy as ever, and was getting much dryer as the curls
started to bunch up again. He pushed his glasses up his nose, making my
heart melt in that one nervous action. I didn't realize that I was staring,
and after we stood there for a moment, he said
  "Are we gonna go then?" I blinked and came out of my daze.
  "Yeah," I said, "You lead the way." I gestured for him to go first down
the stairs, and I followed. We were just about to walk out the front door
when he stopped dead, and slapped  his thigh where his pocket was.
  "I don't have my phone!" he said, a note almost like panic in his voice.
"Hold on, I have to go get it." He ran upstairs as I waited by the door. He
was up there a long time. I supposed he couldn't find his phone. I was just
wondering whether I should go tell him where it was, when he came bounding
back down the stairs, as he slipped the phone into his hip pocket.
  "Sorry, I couldn't find my phone," he said.
  "Where was it?" I asked.
  "On my bed. I guess I left it there when I went to take my shower."
  We went outside, and he locked up, and before long, we were on our way to
my house, 20 minuets away.
  "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy in your room, Matt", I said, trying to
start a conversation. It seemed to me like that was the first thing that
should be discussed. I knew it was on his mind too, and I wanted to address
the elephant in the room. "I didn't know you were taking a shower. Your mom
just told me to go up and find you, and so I was just waiting for you to
come back. I didn't want to wander all over your house looking for you,
since that would be kind of weird." I did a little friendly chuckle on the
word `weird', trying to loosen the tension, and it seemed to work. Matt
giggled a little, but didn't say anything.
  It was quiet for a time, and then out of the blue Matt said
  "No one ever saw me naked before except my parents." I was a little taken
aback, but didn't let on.
  "Well, I didn't really see you naked. You had the towel."
  "Yeah, I guess." said Matt, looking out the window.
  "So, what are we going to do today?" I asked, trying to change the
subject.
  "Maybe we can play a few games". Matt said. "Do you like chess?" I was
surprised again. It seemed like only old men and dorks liked chess.
  "Hmm, i've never really played it. It's complicated, isn't it?"
  "No, not once you learn," he said, and for the first time since our
meeting he made eye contact with me, but only for a second, before looking
out the window again. It was quiet again for some time before Matt spoke,
and shocked me again.
  "So, Jackson, have you ever seen another guy naked before now?" I kept a
straight face, but inside my head I was surprised at how fixated this kid
was on seeing people naked."
  "Well, let's see," I said, thinking back to my childhood. "Yeah, there
was this one time that I was playing at a friends house and we had been
outside playing on a slip-and-slide, and when we were done, his mom told me
to go change out of my trunks in his room. I didn't know he was in there,
and so when I went in, he was totally naked."
  "No underwear, not even a towel?" asked Matt, a hint of excitement in his
voice.
  "Nope!" I said, getting a kick out of how our conversation seemed to be
stimulating by new young friend. "Totally buck naked. I could see
EVERYTHING. You know what I mean, don't you, Matt?" He didn't say anything,
but I could see him blush, even out of the corner of my eye while driving.
I was getting pretty horny at this point, since I felt some kind of sexual
tension between me and the kid, so I decided to through caution to the
winds and just lay it all on the line.
  "Matt, you're mom says you're starting puberty." He shot me a look, and
then made a exasperated sound in his throat before quickly looking back out
the window. "She said you have lots of questions. Well, guess what? I'm a
guy too, and I've been though puberty, and a lot of other things too, and
so I want to answer all your questions."
  "Whatever." he said, clearly embarrassed. I let the seed of thought I had
just planted grow inside Matt's head while we drove in silence for a while
more. I was hoping that he would gain enough confidence to ask me a
question, but he didn't. In fact, we didn't say anything more until we
arrived at my apartment.

He followed me up to the 4th floor where I lived, and we went inside.
  "Well, here we are, home sweet home," I said cheerfully, extending my
arms and gesturing around the living/kitchen area. It wasn't a big
apartment, since I couldn't afford much more. It wasn't very fancy either,
but at least it was functional and comfortable. Matt set his backpack down
on the floor by the door, and walked into the middle of the room, looking
around.
  "I know it's not much," I said, "but when it's just one guy living by
himself, he doesn't need a whole lot, you know?"
Matt nodded, but didn't say anything, still looking around. There was an
awkward silence, and I cast around for something to say.
  "So, when does your mom get off work?"
  "Hmm, usually around 4 or 5," Matt replied quietly. "It's freezing in
here." He pulled his arms into himself, shivering slightly. I knew I kept
the apartment cooler than most people were used to, but I had no idea it
was that cold. I supposed he got cold very easily, since he was mostly skin
and bones, without an ounce of fat on his trim figure.
  "I'll turn off the air for now," I said, going over to the thermostat and
switching it off.
  "Anything good on TV?" Matt asked.
  "Well," I said, "It's Saturday morning, so I suppose there are some good
cartoons on. I flipped the TV on, and started scrolling though the
channels. One luxury that I COULD afford was 900 cable channels.
  "Hey, Spongebob is on! Do you like Spongebob?"
  "Yeah!" Matt laughed. "Who doesn't?" We sat down on the couch together
and watched a few episodes of Spongebob on Cartoon Network. We started out
on opposite ends of the couch, but I got up a few times to get juice and
then to go to the bathroom, and every time I sat back down, I sat a few
inches closer to Matt. I don't remember if this was conscious or not, but
it ended up where our shoulders were only about 4 inches apart when I sat
down again after using the bathroom. Matt didn't seem to notice. After a
bit, he told me he also had to use the bathroom. I told him where it was
down the hall, and he got up to go. After he was in the bathroom, I scooted
over toward his side another few inches so that when he came back and sat
down, our bodies would be touching. It would be up to him now if he wanted
to be that close to me or not. He would have the choice to either sit down
where he had been, and make us touch, or he could sit down on the end that
I had been sitting on when we started watching. My heart was pounding
again, and I started getting a huge boner just thinking about our bodies
touching. Before long, Matt was back, and stood there looking at the couch
for just long enough for it to be awkward. It was almost to the point where
I was going to move back to my side, but just as I was going to shift over
to make more room, to my delighted surprise, he sat down right next to me
and scrunched in, and now our shoulders and legs were pressed up against
each other. My penis was on fire, and engorged with blood. I had never been
this close to another boy. It felt so right, and I was totally turned on. I
had not expected this, but I decided to roll with it and see what would
happen.
  I slouched down so that my crotch was half way to Matt's knees, and I let
my legs hang open. I did it under the guise of making myself more
comfortable, and so I groaned softly as I did it, the same way someone
might groan when sitting down after being on their feet for a long while.
But what I really had in mind was to let Matt see my boner. I didn't cover
it up at all, and just let my legs hang open, with my clearly outlined dick
obviously straining against my tight jeans. I watched Matt out of the
corner of my eye, and before long, I knew he definitely noticed it. I saw
his eyes keep snapping to my crotch, but he would look back to the TV
almost instantly. Having another male look at my junk made me all the more
horny, and my dick was getting even harder if that were possible. I swear
you could even see it jerk slightly with each beat of my heart, even
through the denim. It went on this way for some time, and I thought I was
gonna explode from the sexual tension I felt between us. Although I don't
know if it was just me, or if he also felt it, but before long, I got my
answer. To my delight, he did something next that I had not expected. Up to
this point, he had had his arms crossed on his chest, but he now uncrossed
them and rested his arm right in the indentation where our two legs met.
This meant that his hand was now resting right on my pelvic bone, since I
was slouching and he was not. Just his little finger was touching me since
his hand was sideways, and the other fingers were resting on his thigh. As
the minuets passed, he was slowly rotating his hand one by one, his fingers
were coming to rest on me instead of on his leg. He did this very slowly
over several commercial breaks, so it was hard to notice, but I was very
intently aware of the entire situation, and this to me served as
verification that he really was interested in my body.
  After a long time, he had rotated his hand 90 degrees so that it was now
resting flat on my pelvic bone, and his little finger was actually toughing
my dick through my jeans. I was so excited I couldn't stand it. I was not
paying any attention to the show now, but was looking down at my crotch. I
clenched and flexed the muscle inside that stops your pee so that my penis
did a little jump and contracted slightly. I did this several times, and I
knew Matt could feel it. He turned his whole head this time, and looked
straight at my crotch. He lifted his hand very slowly and began to lower it
directly over my cock. This was it! It was all about to happen!