Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 00:07:29 -0800
From: Andrew ~ <cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adam's Scrapbook 2-3

"Adam's Scrapbook Two:
Underneath Your Clothes"

	"I cannot believe you did that, you fucking asshole."
	Chris was pissed. In fact, I didn't think I'd ever seen him angrier
in my whole life. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. I was just glad his wrath
wasn't directed at me.
	"I mean, my day was already pretty fucking crappy. Then you had to
go pull that shit? What the hell is your problem?"
	Steve couldn't stop laughing as I unlocked my car door for him. He
was obviously pleased with himself, and his sympathy for my brother was
basically nonexistent. "Jeez, relax a bit why don't you? Don't you have a
sense of humor?"
	"As a matter of fact I do," Chris said, climbing into the backseat
with Rich. Steve got into the front with me. Ellie stayed outside. "But
what you just did to me was NOT funny."
	"Oh, I don't know about that," Steve said, still unable to wipe
that ridiculous grin off his face. "I was laughing pretty hard back there,
and I know I wasn't the only one."
	"Adam," Chris said tersely. Obviously, it was expected of me to
step in on his behalf.
	"I'm staying out of this one," I said, buckling my seatbelt and
rolling down my window.
	"I want that asshole out of our car," Chris demanded.
	"Adam," Ellie said, leaning in through my window. Smoke from her
cigarette wafted into my car. "If it's really that big of deal, I can give
Steve a ride home." She turned to him and smiled, brushing a strand of her
artificially copper hair away from her face. "You know you're always
welcome in my car."
	"No thanks," he shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm
staying right where I am."
	"Hallelujah," Chris grumbled.
	"Aw, cheer up, Chris," Ellie smiled at him. "I'm sure it was all in
good fun. Besides - I thought you looked kinda cute."
	He glowered at her. Even though Chris wasn't officially angry with
her, it was clear that her opinion on the matter was still most unwelcome.
	"Sorry I said anything," she said, sounding somewhat
dejected. "Anyway, I'd better get going. See you guys later."
	Steve and I returned her good-bye. The backseat remained
silent. Chris sat brooding; Rich was his usual, demure self.
	I stuck my key in the ignition and we were soon on our way to our
homes. The car was uncomfortably silent. Tension was thick in the air -
even more than was usually the case when Chris and Steve were in close
proximity to each other. Even though the drive from school to our
neighborhood was only five minutes, I knew it would undoubtedly seem much
longer. I sighed, bracing myself for the uneasiness.
	I adjusted my rearview mirror, glancing at the passengers in the
backseat as I did. Chris was shrouded in total gloom. Rich looked like he
wanted nothing more than for this crazy car ride to end. I couldn't say I
blamed him. He wasn't a part of our dysfunctional little community - his
house just happened to be situated directly behind mine. Once our mothers
had realized that we were both in the school musical, they'd concluded that
it was eminently logical for us to carpool home after rehearsals. So,
whether or not Rich had any desire to take part in our demented escapades,
it had been decreed that he come along for the ride. Despite his lack of
enthusiasm, I had to admit that I was kind of glad to have him in my
car. Okay, more than "kind of" glad. In all honesty, I thought he was
pretty damn cute. He had short, sandy blond hair, perpetually pink cheeks,
and one of the nicest sets of blue eyes I'd ever seen on a guy. His family
had just moved in last summer, and being that Rich was pretty shy, he
hadn't succeeded in making a whole lot of friends yet. A part of me had
been hoping that these car rides would provide an opportunity for him to
open up to us (both for his sake and for ours), but as of yet his shell had
proven quite hard to crack.
	Steve started to giggle again, obviously reliving the glory of his
prank.
	"Shut the fuck up," Chris said.
	Poor guy. I honestly did have to feel pretty badly about what had
happened to him earlier.
	Ellie and I had been in the school's theatre, our belongings and
our bodies draped all over a row of seats. I was working on a logarithm;
she was engrossed in "Pride and Prejudice". We would occasionally come up
for air, taking a moment to commiserate with each other about the
all-around suckiness of homework. Steve was still onstage. He'd been graced
with one of the lead roles in our school's spring performance of "How to
Succeed in Business without Really Trying". Ellie and I were in the
chorus. Our rehearsal was thankfully over. I enjoy singing. I enjoy
acting. I do NOT enjoy dancing, and it seemed like all we ever did was
rehearse the damn dance numbers. It might not have been so bad if our
choreographer hadn't been a twenty-three year old wannabe cheerleader. She
liked you if you were popular and perky. She liked you if you were a good
dancer. Basically, Ellie and I were screwed.
	Not long before Steve was finished, Chris arrived in the
theatre. He was limping and his right knee was all scraped up.
	"Fucking track bastards," he'd said as he plopped himself down in a
chair next to Ellie and me. "Why the hell do we have to do hurdles? Why
can't we just run?"
	"Are you okay?" Ellie had asked. I examined Chris's knee.
	"Physically, I'll be all right," he sighed. "Emotionally - that's a
different story. That was embarrassing as hell."
	"We've got to get this cleaned up as soon as we get home," I
concluded after thoroughly investigating his wound.
	"Brilliant idea, Adam. I never would have thought of that if not
for you. You're my fucking hero," Chris rolled his eyes dourly, burying his
chin in his cupped palm.
	"Hey, I realize you're injured, but that's no excuse to take it out
on me," I said. "I'm on your side, here."
	"As long as you agree to refrain from making embarrassingly obvious
statements, I'll agree to refrain from ridiculing your obtuseness."
	I sighed. Now didn't seem like the best time to argue with
him. "Agreed."
	"What happened to you?" Steve asked, walking up to us in
costume. Apparently his rehearsal was finally over.
	"Tripped over a fucking hurdle."
	Steve did his best impression of Nelson's laugh from "The
Simpsons".
	"Fuck you too," Chris glared at him.
	"Hey, cool down you guys," Ellie said. "Can't we all just get
along?"
	"Shut up," Chris and Steve said simultaneously.
	"Well, at least you agree on something," she sighed.  "Come on," I
said. "Let's go find Rich and get out of here before this situation gets
any worse."
	"I couldn't agree more," Chris said.
	And so we went to go find Rich. Once we'd finally located him,
seated off in a corner somewhere and immersed in a sci-fi novel, we rounded
him up and set off toward our cars.
	Once we were out of the building, Ellie lit up a cigarette.
	"You know, smoking causes lung cancer," Steve said.
	"You know, masturbation causes hairy palms," she retorted, exhaling
a cloud of pungent smoke.
	"No it doesn't!" Steve, Chris, and I all protested at once. (Rich
didn't say anything, but I was sure he'd thought the same thing. If he had
a dick, odds were he enjoyed playing with it too.) In retrospect, the three
of us may have sounded a tad overly defensive.
	Ellie just looked at us knowingly.
	It was fairly warm out. The Sun was hanging over the mountains in
the distance, threatening to set before the hour was over. Winter was
dissipating, and the warm weather I enjoyed so much was finally making a
return. There were several other groups of teenagers nonchalantly milling
about, all preparing to leave now that their respective extra-curricular
activities had come to an end for the day. I heard the sound of a car
revving up in some distant corner of the parking lot, which was followed by
a pulsing hip-hop bass line blaring from its stereo. Tranquil moments like
this almost made me regretful I'd be graduating high school in a few
months. That's certainly a statement I never would have expected to hear
myself say freshman year, when high school's end seemed several eternities
away.
	We passed a few shirtless guys from the soccer team who were
jogging by. Chris and I both discreetly stole a glance at their smooth,
sweaty bodies. It wasn't too long before I'd gotten hard. I'd been battling
erections all day long. It was just one of those days when I'd woken up
inordinately horny, and any small glimpse of male skin was enough to get me
all hot and bothered. I'd been looking forward to getting home all day so I
could release my dick from its confines and give it a nice, leisurely
rubdown. I would have given anything to shoot a load right about then. When
I got horny, I got agitated - and I was in desperate need of some relief. I
looked over at Chris, and sure enough - I could make out the beginnings of
a tent beneath the blue nylon of his track shorts. I'd stuck a hand in my
pocket to hide my condition. Chris, on the other hand, had no pockets. He
was on display for any and all who chanced to notice that particular region
of his body. And apparently, I wasn't the only one who'd noticed it.
	"Feeling a bit excited, are we?" Steve grinned at Chris
mischievously.
	"No," Chris just glowered at him. How dare he break the tacit rule
of never drawing attention to another guy's wood!
	"Aw, come on and admit it, Chris. You're among friends. Either
you're packing lead in those pants of yours, or you're just happy to see
me," Steve taunted him.
	"You wish," Chris said, clearly hoping Steve would just leave him
alone. His face was starting to redden.
	"Steve, lay off him," I said. I knew Steve had always loved to joke
around, but enough was enough. I didn't want him embarrassing my little
brother.
	"I don't suppose there's a chance you're planning on partaking in
any activities that might lead to hairy palms once you get home?" Steve
persisted.
	"Why the hell are you so obsessed with my dick? It isn't hard,
okay?" Chris was really starting to get defensive.
	"Oh no?" Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow. He almost looked like he
was accepting a dare.
	The next thing any of us knew, Chris's shorts were on the ground
and his entire package was out in the open. His dick (which was indeed
quite hard - not to mention wet) was sticking straight out in front of him,
all five and a half inches of it exposed for everyone to see.
	Steve was laughing uproariously. Ellie looked sympathetic - but she
couldn't help giggling. Rich looked totally flustered. "Oh my God," he
murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from my brother's naked tool. A few
groups standing in the vicinity noticed what had happened, and they all
started to laugh too.
	Chris just stood there for a moment, totally shocked and
dumbstruck. After a few of the most agonizingly lengthy seconds in either
of our lives had passed, the reality of having his ass, balls, pubes, and
engorged dick out in plain view sunk in. He frantically cupped one hand
over his exposed equipment (since his dick was hard, he only succeeded in
pushing it flat against his stomach with one half peeking out from behind
his hand), and sent his other hand to grapple with his fallen shorts. After
a few failed attempts, he finally managed to pull the fabric up to cover
his private parts.
	After a while the laughter died down. Other groups of people
suddenly started to seem uncomfortable and looked away in abashment - going
back to their own business. Chris just stood there, glowering at Steve in
utter contempt.
	"I cannot believe your fucking audacity," he finally said.
	Steve started looking a little uneasy - though he was still
chuckling. He may have realized he'd gone too far. It was hard to tell with
him. "Aw, lighten up, man. Every guy gets hard-ons. I was just joking with
you."
	"Yeah? Well you just crossed a line WAY past joking. That was
pretty fucking lame," Chris said, then whirled around and started marching
off to my car. He tried to hold his head high while traversing the crowd of
onlookers who'd all witnessed his humiliation. I was sure glad I wasn't in
his shoes (or his shorts, for that matter).
	"Seriously, Steve - sometimes you need to know when to quit," I
said.
	He paused to think for a moment. "Do you think I seriously hurt
him?"
	"Chris? Nah," I said. "Yeah, he's embarrassed now - but he's a
total drama king. He'll get over it in five minutes."
	"Good," Steve said, a grin returning to his face, "'cause that was
fucking hilarious!"
	Ellie gave him a playful shove. "You are a serious dork sometimes,
you know that?"
	"I think that's pretty common knowledge," Steve shrugged. And that
was that. Being that we'd come to a consensus, the four of us proceeded on
our way to meet Chris at my car.
	Annoyingly enough, the tension in the car hadn't dissipated one bit
since then. We'd been on the road for a few minutes now and nobody had said
a single word. I felt like I should say something to break the ice. But
what, and to whom? I decided I'd go for the least volatile target:
	"So, Rich, how are you enjoying the musical so far?"
	"It's okay, I guess."
	Well, that had certainly been noncommittal. I decided I'd give it
another shot. "Yeah, it's pretty fun. Except for the dance practices. I
hate dancing."
	"I love dancing," he said.
	Okay. Never mind.
	"And how do you like the school overall so far? You adjusting all
right?"
	"Eh."
	That was it? "Eh"? Forget what I'd said earlier. THAT was
noncommittal. I decided to call it quits. You know what they say: "Three
strikes and you're out." Chris echoed that sentiment:
	"Give it a rest, Adam. Nobody wants to talk right now."
	Steve was quick to chime in. "No, but there are certain people in
the car right now who DO want to jerk off."
	Chris wasn't even exasperated anymore. He just seemed fed up, and
somewhat resigned. "Seriously, Steve - why won't you just leave well enough
alone?"
	"Look," Steve sighed, "if you're really that upset about it, I'm
sorry. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I mean, my freshman year a
bunch of seniors pulled down my shorts in front of the entire fourth period
PE class. You want to talk about embarrassing? That was in front of over
one-hundred and twenty people - guys and girls. But you know what? I got
over it. It wasn't that bad. I mean, seriously - all guys have dicks; all
guys get hard-ons; all guys jerk off. It's not that big of a deal. Hell, if
it'll make you feel better, I'll admit it now - it's been a long day, I
wouldn't mind shooting a load before I go to sleep tonight. How about you,
Adam?"
	"I wouldn't say no to an orgasm," I replied.
	"Rich," Steve turned around and gave Rich a big, devilish smile,
"admit it: you want to spank your monkey too."
	"What?" Rich sounded taken aback.
	"Oh, don't act so surprised. We all do it," Chris said. Thank God,
he was finally lightening up.
	"Come on, Rich. You like to jerk off too, don't you?" Steve
prodded.
	I slowed the car down as we approached a stoplight. I glanced over
my shoulder. Rich, whose face was quite flushed, looked like he didn't know
what to do with himself. How could he gracefully back out of this one?
	"I suppose... maybe... occasionally," he stammered.
	"Occasionally? Come on. You'd walk around with your hand constantly
stuffed down your pants if the world would let you, wouldn't you? There
isn't a guy on the planet who wouldn't," Steve said.
	The light turned green. I accelerated.
	Rich didn't know what to say. "I... I... um... that
is... I... I... don't know."
	"Okay," Steve said, "let's try another tack. Answer me honestly:
when was the last time you masturbated to orgasm?"
	Rich blushed. "Last night."
	"And when was the last time before that?" Chris continued.
	Rich blushed even more. "When I got home from school yesterday."
	"Ding-ding. Ladies and... er, actually - just gentlemen: we have a
masturbator," Chris said.
	"I rest my case," Steve nodded in satisfaction, then turned around
and extended his right hand to Rich, who tentatively shook it. "Welcome to
the club. Right hands rule, don't they?"
	"Actually," Chris said, "there's one part of the body I can think
of that rules even more."
	"Here, here," Steve said. "Gentlemen, to our dicks: man's true best
friend."
	Chris and I each gave some kind of acclamation. In my rearview
mirror, I could see that Rich looked like he wanted out now more than
ever. It was a shame he had to be so bashful. I personally found sex a very
enjoyable topic of conversation (and I'm sure that if I'd had adequate
experience "under my belt", I would have enjoyed it even more as an
activity). Not only that, but I personally wouldn't have minded hearing
Rich share about his dick. If I couldn't see it, hearing about it would
certainly have been the next best thing. He really was quite cute. Being
around him always gave me a bit of a rush. And even if he wasn't inclined
to be terribly loquacious, I still had to thank my mom for arranging this
opportunity to transport him in my car. Forced proximity was better than no
proximity.
	The rest of the car ride was fairly quiet, but at least the air had
been cleared. Chris still wasn't in the greatest mood, but at least his
spirits had markedly improved. As I turned onto Rich's street, Steve spoke
up:
	"Adam, would you mind if I crashed at your place for a little while
this evening? My dad's gonna be home from work late today, and odds are my
brother will have his girlfriend over. That's a spectacle I'd really rather
not witness."
	Steve's older brother was three years out of high school,
unemployed, and supporting a whopping eight units of credit with a 2.4 GPA
at our local community college. Last I'd heard, he was nowhere near ready
to transfer to a four-year university. I believe "freeloader" would have
been an apt term. I couldn't blame Steve for wanting to avoid that scene.
	"Sure," I nodded, mildly chagrinned that I'd have to postpone
masturbating. But, hey, Steve was my friend. I could make sacrifices for
friends - even the delay of an orgasm.
	"Oh, joy," Chris sighed at the news.
	"Oh, shut up. I thought you were feeling better now," Steve said.
	"Just because my mood has improved doesn't mean I've actually
started liking you as a human being."
	"I'm seriously not that bad, you know," Steve said.
	"Whatever."
	After I'd pulled into Rich's driveway, I turned around to look at
him. I took a deep breath. I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach. "You
know, Rich... you're welcome to come hang out with us if you'd like."
	"Um... thanks," he said, "but I should really get going."
	"You can come over any time," I called after him as he slipped out
of the car.
	"I appreciate the offer," he said before shutting the door and
scurrying off.
	We were all silent for a moment as we watched him go inside. Once
Rich's door had shut and I was pulling out of the driveway, Chris
commented:
	"Nice guy."
	"Yeah," I nodded.
	"Pretty shy," Steve said, "but hey, any guy who masturbates as much
as he apparently does is all right in my book."
	"And why exactly might that be?" I asked.
	"Well, since I do it all the time, I naturally assumed it's a good
quality in a person," he shrugged innocently.
	"In that case, you're in good company," I replied.
	Soon, I'd driven around the block and we'd arrived at my house. I
pulled into my garage and the three of us headed upstairs. I greeted my dog
on the way in.
	Once we'd all gotten to my room, Steve set his duffel bag and his
backpack on my bed and I instructed Chris to sit down. "Let's get that knee
of yours cleaned up now." I ducked into the bathroom and returned with a
first-aid kit. As I knelt down in front of Chris, I pulled a bottle of
rubbing alcohol and a few cotton balls out of the box.
	"Crap. Can't we just skip this part?" Chris asked.
	"What? And let that wound of yours get infected?" I scoffed.
	"You sound just like Mom."
	"At least I don't look like her."
	"What? And I do? I'll have you know that I..." he stopped
mid-sentence and yelped as I rubbed a moistened piece of cotton all over
his knee. "That fucking stings like no other!"
	"If you endured skinning your knee in the first place, a bit more
pain won't kill you," I rolled my eyes.
	"Easy for you to say. You're not the one with nerve endings set
ablaze."
	"What the hell?" Steve said. "Just shut the fuck up and take it
like a man. Damn, you really are a wuss."
	Chris scowled at him, then let out what must have been at least a
high C as I applied another coat of rubbing alcohol to his knee.
	Damned if my falsetto could go that high.
	Once I was satisfied that his scrape was sufficiently disinfected,
I applied a bit of antibiotic cream, then taped a sizeable square of gauze
to his knee.
	"All set," I said.
	"In that case," Chris said, standing up, "if either of you need me,
I'll be in the shower."
	"What? But I just covered your knee in gauze," I protested.
	"Care to take a whiff?" Chris asked, pulling his sweatshirt over
his head (knocking off his backward baseball cap in the process). He was
only wearing a tank top underneath it. My brother lifted up his arm,
treating me to an up close and personal view of his armpit. The whole area
was slick with sweat, so his small tuft of short, sparse, light brown hair
was matted down to his skin.
	"Thanks, but I think I'll pass," I was already getting a hint of
the odor from where I was seated. I felt no need to get any closer.
	Chris glanced at his armpit and took a quick sniff. "Damn. Track
practice leaves me pretty ripe."
	"So quit flashing your pits at us and get in the shower already,"
Steve said.
	"Don't mind if I do," Chris said. "I bid you gentlemen adieu."
	And with that, he exited my room, shutting the bathroom door behind
him.
	Steve sat there, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "How do you
manage to live with that guy twenty-four/seven?"
	"He's not that bad once you get to know him," I shrugged. "To tell
you the truth, I'm actually pretty fond of him."
	"Whatever you say," Steve said. Obviously he'd just have to take my
word for it. "Anyway, would it bother you if I changed out of this costume?
I'm kind of ready to put something a bit more casual on. I'd offer to use
the bathroom... but it's kind of occupied."
	"No problem," I shrugged, trying to look as casual about it as I
could. In all honesty, I was thrilled at the notion. As far back as I could
recall (which was pretty damn far - Steve and I had met in elementary
school), I'd always thought Steve had a pretty nice body. And as we'd grown
older, my opportunities to get to see my friend in various states of
dishabille had grown more and more scarce. I sure as hell wasn't going to
tell him he couldn't get undressed in my presence.
	"Cool. Thanks, man," he said, flashing me a quick smile, then
turned to his duffel bag. I sat down in the swivel chair at my desk,
angling myself to get a reasonably good view of the show. I tried to look
occupied - disinterested - but I'm sure I was meeting with only partial
success. When given the opportunity to view a pretty good-looking guy strip
down, I damn well wasn't going to waste it.
	I had to admit it: Steve was pretty nice to look at. There had been
periods in my life when I'd definitely gotten crushes of varying degrees on
him. Those phases would pass, then invariably recur six months to a year
later. At that moment I wouldn't say I had a crush on him - but I could
certainly feel a physical attraction to him (not to mention my dick) rising
as he began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly exposing more and more flesh to
my eager eyes.
	Like me, Steve had brown hair - only his was a much lighter shade
than mine was. It was fairly short (a bit longer than mine), and he tended
to wear it messily spiked - like he would haphazardly rub a wad of gel
every which way in it each morning. It ended up looking halfway like a chic
style, and halfway like he'd just rolled out of bed (or stuck his finger in
an electrical socket). Regardless, it fit him well. His skin was nice and
smooth, and he had a bit of a tan. There was a light smattering of freckles
covering the tops of his cheeks and his nose. He stood about two or three
inches shorter than I did, and he almost perpetually had a look on his face
that bordered on mischievous - as if he was constantly hatching some clever
scheme in that brain of his. Either that or he was constantly running some
witty, cynical commentary on life through his mind.
	He slipped his shirt off his shoulders. By that point my dick had
just about reached maximum rigidity. When he wasn't looking I briefly gave
myself a quick squeeze. Steve looked so good without his shirt on that it
almost made my dick ache. His torso, just like his face, had a light tan,
and was pretty smooth for the most part. I knew that Steve worked out a
bit, and it was reflected in the way his body looked. He wasn't big and
bulky by a long shot, but his muscles had very nice definition. His arms'
curvature was sleek and sexy, and his stomach (though it didn't exhibit a
six-pack) was nice and firm. My favorite feature on Steve's body by far,
however, absolutely had to be his pecs. Those muscles, though not overly
ample, were shaped to perfection. They stood out from the remainder of his
torso just a bit, and were capped with two of the nicest nipples I'd ever
seen on any guy. Steve's nipples were pink, pert, and shaped and sized
almost exactly like nickels. Seeing those soft, supple nubs of flesh drove
me crazy with subdued desire to reach out and touch them, to taste them. I
would have loved nothing more than take them between my lips and to suckle
them as if my life depended on it, and then proceed to bathe his entire
chest in my saliva.
	There was a faint patch of downy hair in the depression between his
pectoral muscles - a mere hint of the more ample covering that would
undoubtedly come with time. I could make out bushy patches of hair under
each of his arms - and unlike my reaction to my brother's pits, I would
have loved nothing more than to bury my face completely in Steve's
underarms. I wanted to submerge myself in his masculine aroma (not to
mention feel those fine hairs tickling my nose). I wanted to taste him. The
only other area on his chest that wasn't smooth as the day he was born was
the area directly beneath and surrounding his navel. A treasure trail
emerged above the waistband of his plaid boxers, climbing up to his navel
then spreading out to cover the immediate area in a sparse coat of fuzz. I
could only imagine how his trail looked after it disappeared beneath that
damning band of fabric. I pictured it growing denser, darker, and bushier
as it approached my friend's pride and joy - and I tried with all my might
to envision what his pride and joy looked like itself. I had indeed had the
good fortune of seeing Steve naked before; however, I hadn't gotten the
opportunity to see him without pants on since he was thirteen (at which
point he'd decided that it was no longer a cool thing to get naked with
other boys. I, on the other hand, still quite enjoyed getting naked with
other boys to this very day. So, you can imagine how much his decision had
disappointed me). I was sure his body had done a lot of maturing since the
last time I'd seen it - and I would have given anything to get a glimpse of
what it looked like now.
	Steve started undoing his fly. This was almost too much for me to
bear. The more of my friend's body I saw, the more irresistible he
became. Usually I could hang out with him without feeling particularly
turned on - but his impromptu (not to mention unintentional) strip show was
arousing me beyond belief. He slid his black slacks down off his body. As
he lifted his legs up to step out of his pants, the fly on his boxers
parted just enough to afford me a brief (yet infinitely tantalizing)
glimpse of what lay beyond. I could see a sliver of his nest of coarse,
black pubes (a few strands were poking out) - and the very base of his
shaft was visible through the aperture. From what I could tell, it looked
reasonably wide. So Steve was well endowed. That was nice to know (it would
certainly aid in the accuracy factor of my future masturbatory
fantasies. God knew I pictured Steve's face, body, and dick all the time
when I stroked myself off). I could even make out a tiny freckle at the top
of his shaft.
	I just about squirted my juices all over the place right then and
there. It took all my will power not to lose control of all my sexual
faculties. Poor, ignorant, naive Steve. He had no clue that one of his
closest (same-sex) friends was currently fighting a nearly overpowering
desire to tackle him and have his way with him right then and there. Oh,
how I longed to fuck Steve. Right at that moment he looked unconscionably
hot.
	I heard the water turn on in the shower.
	Steve turned around and began folding his costume so he could place
in his duffel. I, meanwhile, got a very nice view of his backside. Steve's
back was just as defined as his front, and his flesh was nice and taut over
those muscles of his. His shoulders were nice and broad, and he had a
dusting of faint freckles (like those on his nose) covering them. I
couldn't make out the details of his ass very well through his boxers, but
I had a nice view of his legs. They too were relatively muscular, not to
mention covered in a nice coat of brown hair.
	I took advantage of the fact that Steve's back was turned and
quickly stuck my hand down the front of my pants. I desperately needed to
readjust myself, lest my condition be revealed.  Out of the corner of my
eye I noticed the bathroom door crack open. Chris's head appeared. He
looked around, apparently scanning to see if the coast was clear. He noted
that Steve was nearly naked and his back was turned, and then he noted that
I had my hand down my pants. I quickly withdrew it. He gave me a knowing
wink. Then he emerged from the bathroom - revealing that he was totally
naked except for his pooka shells and his baseball cap (which he was
holding over a very strategic location on his body). A few of his brownish
pubes were poking out on one side. He smirked, then raised a finger to his
lips - alerting me to be quiet. I had no idea what the hell he was up to -
but far be it for me to stand in my brother's way when he had an agenda.
	He started tiptoeing across the room. I was treated to a full view
of my brother's ass. It was relatively flat and slender (just like the rest
of him), and its creamy flesh was totally smooth. Its only distinguishing
feature was a noticeable freckle on his left cheek.
	Pretty soon, Chris was standing right behind Steve - who was
apparently totally oblivious to his presence. By this point, Steve was
taking a wadded pair of jeans out of his bag - preparing to get
dressed. Obviously Chris had other plans for him, because the next thing
either of us knew, Steve's boxers were on the ground - and his ass was on
full display. Chris and I both burst out laughing. Steve let out a yelp in
total shock. His globes were out in the open, and because he was leaning
forward - they were slightly parted - yielding a tantalizing peek
inside. His ass was nice and round, and soft and smooth for the most part -
except around his crack, where it became somewhat hairy. His first instinct
was to lean down to grab his shorts - until he realized that he was
exposing his puckered hole for both of us to see (not to mention his
low-hanging ballsack between his legs. Pretty sizeable. Not bad). In a
flash he stood up straight, then whirled around - one hand cupping his
equipment. His coarse black pubes were spilling out on either side. From
what I could see, they looked pretty damn bushy - just like I'd imagined. I
did my best to engrave that image into my mind in the split second before
he pulled his pants up. Then he let out some kind of demented roar and
tackled Chris to the ground. Chris was laughing too hard to care. Steve
grabbed onto Chris's baseball cap, and after a few tugs, he succeeded in
pulling it away and tossing it to the other side of my room.
	Chris just lay there on the floor, laughing his brains out, naked
as the day he was born. His hard-on was sticking out from his body - but he
didn't care one bit.
	"What the fuck was that?!" Steve demanded.
	Chris just kept on laughing. Once he'd finally calmed down a bit,
he propped himself up on his elbows, and just grinned at Steve. "Now we're
even."
	"Why the fuck is your dick so hard, you pervert? Enjoying this a
bit too much, you fucking queer?"
	Ouch.
	If that remark had stung Chris as much as it had stung me, he
didn't let it to show. He took it in stride.
	"Jeez, I had a hard-on earlier. Why do you find it so suspect that
my dick's still hard now? I haven't exactly had a chance to do anything
about it yet."
	Steve still looked displeased.
	"Now who doesn't have a sense of humor?" Chris asked (still making
no effort to cover his stiff dick). No response from Steve. "As least I
only did it to you in front of one other person. If you got pantsed in
front of your whole PE class, why the hell is this so traumatizing?"
	Steve just sighed and rolled his eyes -
relenting. "Okay. Fine. We're even. You got your way. Good for you. Now -
either get in the shower or put some fucking pants on. I don't like the way
that thing's staring at me."
	"Aww, I kind of like it like this," Chris said, stretching out on
the floor and making himself comfortable. He grabbed his crotch and gave it
a quick tug. "Hell, why wait? Maybe I'll take care of my hard-on right this
minute."
	"Seriously, Chris. You've had your fun - now go take a shower
before the rest of us asphyxiate from your fumes," I said.
	He glowered at me. "Spoil sport."
	"Go. Shower. Now," I said.
	"Fine," he sighed. He got up, retrieved up his hat, then made his
way to the bathroom (with his dick leading the way). Right before he
reached the threshold, he turned around, tipped his hat at us, and said,
"Once again, I bid you gentlemen adieu." He gave his dick one final squeeze
for the road, then shut the door behind him.
	Once he was gone, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Sorry about
that."
	Steve just shook his head in disbelief. "Seriously,
Adam. Twenty-four/seven? How do you do it?"
	The door cracked open again, and Chris's head popped out. "Oh, by
the way... nice ass, man."
	I couldn't believe Chris had just had the guts to say that.
	"Sorry I can't say the same!" Steve shouted, and sent one of my
pillows sailing toward Chris's face - but by the time it arrived, the door
was shut again. It fell harmlessly to the ground.
	"Seriously... twenty-four/seven?"
	"I imagine it's kind of what it would be like living with you," I
shrugged innocuously.
	"Fuck you," he said, grinning. Then (to my disappointment) he
pulled on a pair of denim shorts. However (to my delight) he made no move
to put on a shirt. Thank heaven for minor miracles. "As much as I hate to
say it, I think I'd better get started on my homework."
	"Same here," I said. "Otherwise I'll be up much later than I'd
prefer tonight."
	Steve parked himself on my bed, cracking open a book, and I sat
down at my computer to start working on an essay. Some time passed. I got a
paragraph written. Steve got through a few pages. After a while, the water
in the shower shut off. I soon heard the sound of a stream of liquid
hitting the toilet bowl. If I had a dollar for every time I'd been exposed
to the cacophony of my brother's excretory system I'd seriously be a
millionaire.
	After a while my horniness was really starting to get to me. I'd
already been pretty horny earlier in the day, but the spectacle I'd
recently witnessed had sent me over the edge. It was proving almost
impossible to concentrate. I wondered how I could steal away to relieve
myself without arousing suspicion. I glanced up from my work - taking a
look through the panoramic second-story window beyond my desk. It was dark
outside. The Sun had completely set. I stood up to stretch - and something
caught my attention down in Rich's backyard. Somebody was swimming in his
pool. After a moment - I realized that it was Rich. It was one of the first
nights of the year when it had been warm enough to swim after
dark. Apparently Rich was making the most of the weather. When he went to
climb out of the pool and go to the diving board, something else caught my
attention: Rich was naked. First I saw his ass. Then, he turned around -
and I could see him in all his glory.
	It took all my self-control not to gasp out loud.
	This was most definitely a good day for me. Naked boys
galore. Apparently they weren't kidding when they said: "Ask and ye shall
receive."
	I had to tell Chris.
	"I'll be right back," I said to Steve. Before he could say anything
in reply, I'd gone tearing into Chris's room. I thrust the door open, and
found my brother reclining on his bed. He was still totally naked, totally
hard, and now he was totally absorbed in one of the dirty magazines I'd
bought for us a few weeks ago. He was whacking away on his boner.
	"'Sup?" he asked, giving me a curt nod, not bothering to lift his
eyes from the boys on the magazine pages.
	"Oh my God," I said, scarcely able to contain my
excitement. "You've GOT to look in Rich's backyard - NOW."
	"What?" he looked at me, puzzled.
	"Trust me - just do it," I said.
	"Okay," he shrugged, clearly not quite sure what to make of my
excitement. He set the magazine down (but kept lazily stroking his dick),
and sat up on his knees so he could see into our neighbors' backyard. "Oh
my GOD."
	"I know," I said, scarcely able to contain my glee.
	"We've got to get a closer look," Chris said.
	I nodded enthusiastically. "Put some pants on. Let's go
outside. And... dammit!"
	"What?"
	"What do we do with Steve?"
	"I dunno. Just think of something. Tell him anything to get him out
of here. Tell him our hamster just died."
	"We don't have a hamster."
	"He doesn't have to know that. Just tell him anything that'll get
him out of our hair. These are extenuating circumstances. We don't often
get the chance to observe a real, live, naked hotty in the flesh. We can't
squander an opportunity like this."
	"Agreed," I nodded. And with that, I went running back to my room -
and I almost crashed into Steve in the hallway. He grabbed my arm and
pulled me into my room, then asked in a hushed voice:
	"Hey... I feel kind of like a dork asking you this... but have you
bought any dirty magazines since you turned eighteen?"
	"What?" I hadn't been expecting that. What was he getting at?
Okay... I'd just have to do a bit of thinking on my feet.
	"Have you?" he repeated.
	I didn't want to tell him that I had indeed bought some magazines,
but they were all filled with naked men. "Uh... no."
	"Are you serious? When I turn eighteen next month, the first thing
I'm gonna do is go load up on porn," he said.
	"Um... why do you ask?"
	"Okay... this is where I feel like a total dork. I'm having an
incredibly hard time concentrating on my homework right now. Normally, if I
were at home, I would have taken care of business by now. But... since I
can't go home yet - I've got quite a situation on my hands - well, not
quite on my hands yet... if you get my drift. I'm dying here. Would you
mind if I... you know... did my thing?"
	This was seriously too good to be true.
	"I hear ya," I nodded. "I know what that can be like - and I
wouldn't want to stand in your way. Even though I don't have any magazines,
you're more than welcome to use my computer to surf the net for
porn. That's what I always do."
	"Oh, I couldn't monopolize your room like that."
	"No, seriously. It's all right," I assured him.
	"No. You know what? Never mind. Forget I even asked in the first
place. That was stupid of me."
	Crap. He'd been so close.
	"It wasn't stupid," I said. I desperately needed to convince him
otherwise. He'd provided me with the perfect diversion. Chris and I would
get to jerk off; he'd get to jerk off. It was a win/win situation. "I know
exactly what it's like to get horny like that. It happens to all
guys. Believe me, I'm perfectly happy to donate my room to you so you can
blow a much-needed load. After all, it's for a good cause."
	"You really mean it?" he asked.
	"Absolutely," I nodded. "Have at it."
	I turned around to get back to Chris's room. There was no time to
waste. Every second counted. Who knew how long it would be before Rich
packed up his gear and went inside?
	"Adam?"
	Dammit. What now? "Yeah?"
	"You got any lube?"
	"Um... actually..."
	"Oh yeah. That's right. You're uncut," he said. "Hey... when I saw
Chris's dick earlier, he looked circumcised. You think he'd have any?"
	"With the amount he jerks off? I'd be shocked if he didn't. I'll be
right back," I said. I ran back into Chris's room. He was standing by the
door impatiently. He'd put on a pair of jeans and his cap. "You got any
lube?" I asked.
	"What? Why? You're un..."
	"Yes, I know. I'm uncut. Get this: Steve just asked if he could use
my room 'cause he needs to jerk off."
	"Don't we all?" Chris sighed, clearly ready to get on the move.
	"So, got anything?"
	He walked over to a small chest of drawers next to his bed, grabbed
a bottle of lotion from inside, then tossed it to me. I ran back to my room
and tossed the bottle to Steve.
	"Thanks, man," he said, clamping a hand on my shoulder. "You're a
lifesaver."
	"Hey, if you can't ask me to borrow a room to jerk off, who can you
ask?"
	"In all honesty, I'd never actually thought about it before," he
said. "But seriously, thanks again."
	"Don't mention it."
	I flew back into Chris's room. "Let's get going," I said. We
quietly made our way into the hallway. As we passed my door, I pressed my
ear up to it, and was greeted with the familiar sound of moist slapping. I
looked at Chris, gave him a thumbs-up, and then we were on our way. We had
some serious spying to do.




"Adam's Scrapbook Three: A Tree with a View"





	The first thing I heard when we got outside was sloshing water. I
said a quiet prayer of thanksgiving that Rich was still out in the open and
(presumably) gloriously free of clothing. The thought of seeing that dick
of his uncovered and up close made mine stiffen and strain against the
confining fabric of my boxers. Chris and I began sneaking across the lawn,
trying our hardest not to make noise. I winced any time either one of us
would as much as step on a leaf. The success of this enterprise depended
entirely on our ability maintain stealth. If Rich caught us we'd be
dead. Luckily, our yard was poorly lit and shrouded in shadows, so Rich
probably wouldn't be able to see us. The unfortunate flip side was that we
could hardly see where we were going.
	Just as we'd tiptoed past our Jacuzzi and I thought we'd almost
reached our destination safely, I heard a stifled grunt escape from Chris's
lips. I turned around to see what had just happened. My heart skipped a
beat. Chris had stumbled on something, and he was precariously close to
falling flat on his face. He was flailing his arms about madly and
struggling to regain his equilibrium. Frantically, I grasped onto my
brother's body, wrapping one arm around his naked chest, and clamping one
hand on the smooth flesh of his shoulder. He fell directly into me, but I
stood firm. I could feel my brother's boner pressing against my thigh. I
was sure he could feel mine too.
	We stood like that for a moment. Part of me was a bit uneasy that
my brother and I were pressing our erections together. This was a bit too
close for comfort. Another part of me was too relieved we'd narrowly
averted blowing our cover to care. Chris leaned up and whispered, "Thanks."
	"Just be careful," I leaned down and whispered back.
	I stooped to the ground to see what he'd tripped on. I discovered
an uprooted sprinkler head. I was sure our mother would be overjoyed that
Chris had caused permanent damage to our sprinkler system. Oh well. She
didn't have to find out. I motioned for Chris to follow, and we recommenced
our trek across the yard.
	We reached our destination, a large tree in the corner of the yard,
without further incident. I began climbing. Chris followed suit. I reached
a sturdy branch that looked directly into Rich's yard and I straddled
it. Chris found a branch a couple feet below mine and got himself securely
perched.  I looked at him. He looked at me. We nodded.
	It was time.
	We unzipped our flies in tandem, pulled out our stiff dicks, and
started stroking. Aside from a few leaves obstructing our view, we could
see the goings-on in our neighbors' yard pretty clearly.
	Compared to ours, Rich's backyard was lit up like a stadium. It was
also much more nicely maintained than ours was. Since they'd moved in last
summer Rich's family had done a fair amount of renovation. They had a
nicely trimmed lawn, tidy rows of flowers and foliage, and an elegant slate
path winding around their pool. Rich was hard at work swimming laps. I
couldn't make out any details under the water; however, it was clear that
he was wearing no suit. Rich was naked. He was no more than twenty feet
away from us - totally oblivious to our presence - and he wasn't wearing a
shred of clothing. That knowledge made me want to stroke my dick harder
than I'd ever stroked it before.
	I looked down at Chris. I couldn't make out too many details in the
darkness of our backyard, but I could see that his eyes were firmly trained
on Rich's lithe form. Chris's little boner was jutting out from his baggy
pants, and he was gripping it firmly - running his fist up and down its
length at a steady pace. Occasionally he'd interrupt his rhythm to give
special attention to its head. He'd wrap his fingers around that swollen
pink knob and twist and turn for all he was worth. At one point he leaned
forward. He spit, and a string of saliva descended from his mouth and
landed directly on his engorged pole. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and
began working his natural lubricant into his hardened rod. I could hear a
quiet squishing noise with every stroke he took. His little, tan nipples
stood erect, sticking out from his smooth, boyish chest with seeming
alertness.
	He honestly looked pretty good - mostly naked, lazily reclining up
against the tree trunk, and jerking his stiff cock. Wearing his baseball
cap backwards, and with such an intent look on his face as he stroked, even
I had to admit he looked pretty cute. My little brother would definitely
make some lucky guy pretty damn happy one day. I was sure of it. I mean, I
obviously couldn't deny that my brother was an attractive boy. But he had
plenty of other desirable qualities as well. He was just an all around good
guy.
	I glanced over my shoulder - and was quite pleased with the view
that greeted me. I could see straight into my bedroom. Just as I'd
expected, Steve was seated directly in front of the window at my desk. He
was still shirtless, so I had quite a nice view of that well-built chest of
his. With his left hand, he was working my computer's mouse (undoubtedly to
surf the Internet as I'd suggested). I couldn't see his right hand because
his arm had disappeared below the edge of my desk. However, I could see
that there was a very distinct stroking motion going on. Periodically the
very top of his fist would peek out over the top of my desk, only to
disappear once again.
	I felt a rush in my loins. I had a clear view of one of my closest
friends in the world jerking off. I hadn't seen Steve jerk off since we'd
both been in middle school. Yet there he was, getting his rocks off in
plain view. His dick was hidden, but that didn't diminish the rush I
felt. Just the knowledge that I could see him playing with himself - doing
that taboo thing to himself that all guys love doing - was enough to turn
me on to no end. I loved that I could see him bringing himself pleasure in
that intensely personal way - immersed in that distinctly male activity
that all guys live for. It was just too fucking hot to see my good friend
beating off. Sometimes his eyes were glued to the monitor. At other times
he would close his eyes and bite his lip in pleasure, undoubtedly losing
himself in some sensual fantasy. Sometimes his left hand would disappear
beneath my desk as well. Other times it would roam all over his naked body.
	I tapped Chris on the shoulder and motioned for him to look into my
room. His mouth dropped open.
	"This is too fucking hot to be true," he whispered - almost
inaudibly - as he stroked his dick even harder than before. We both just
sat there for a time, jerking off as we watched my friend do the same.  I
loved having a dick. I loved that my friends had dicks. I loved that my
friends and I all played with our dicks. I loved that I could see my
friends playing with their dicks while I played with my dick.  Sometimes it
was just pretty damn cool to be a guy.
	A sudden splashing on the other side of the fence got our
attention. Chris and I turned to see that Rich had gotten out of the pool
and was standing beside a chaise lounge with his back to us. He grabbed a
towel and slung it over his shoulders - leaving his ass fully displayed. It
was damn nice. It was pretty pale, but his globes were nice and full. He
had one of the nicest bubble butts I'd ever seen - and it was totally
smooth.
	Chris and I both sat forward a bit, trying to get a better view. We
quickened our pace.
	Rich dried himself off, then laid his towel flat out on the
lounge. And then came the moment of truth: Rich turned around. And there
was his dick.
	Swimming au naturel had obviously agreed with Rich. He had a
hard-on - and what a nice hard-on he had. It was pretty thick, and it
looked even longer than mine was. Rich's dick must have been about eight
inches long, and he was uncut. Its light pink head was coyly peeking out
from behind his foreskin. He had a nice, hefty, pink sack of balls hanging
beneath his dick and a sizeable patch of pubes the color of straw above
it. His bush was relatively large, but it was also pretty contained. There
weren't a whole lot of stray hairs fanning out on any side of it. Lots of
tiny globes of water were caught in his nest of hair, and occasionally a
droplet would escape and fall from his pubes to the ground.  The rest of
his body was pretty nice too. His skin was relatively fair, yet not without
a hint of a tan. His chest was totally smooth and moderately
muscular. Though there wasn't very much definition, his torso did have a
bit of mass. His nipples were cute and pink, and they both stood out
proudly from his chest.
	Now more than ever I wanted to fuck that boy. I'd already been
attracted to him, but seeing him naked and aroused increased that
attraction tenfold. The only thing keeping me from sucking his dick was the
fact that I couldn't reach it. I wanted him to be mine.
	Rich lay down on the lounge, his legs parted and bent at the
knees. His hefty dick rested on his stomach, climbing almost the entire way
up to his navel. He closed his eyes. He lay there for a while.
	He was gorgeous.
	After some time had passed, he cracked his eyes open and glanced
around covertly - apparently checking to ensure his solitude. After he
seemed satisfied that he was alone (obviously having missed Chris and me),
his right hand ventured down and he began lazily playing with his dick. He
slipped its head in and out of his foreskin a few times. He ran his other
hand through his wet pubes, combing through them, then he gripped his balls
and began kneading them. He picked up the pace stroking with his other
hand. He closed his eyes and smiled, then quietly moaned.  He looked
utterly radiant.
	I couldn't believe how fucking lucky I was. I glanced from Rich to
Chris to Steve, and then back again. I could plainly see three hot guys
getting off. So many dicks. So much stroking. So much ambient
sexuality. This had to be one of the single sexiest experiences of my
entire life. Hell - it may have taken the cake as THE sexiest experience
I'd ever had.
	I glanced at my room just in time to see Steve take the bottle of
lotion Chris had lent him, squirt a big blob of it on his hand, then get to
work stroking his rod with both hands.
	I looked back at Rich. He was really starting to get into it. He
was jerking harder and faster than before. His dick was looking bigger,
harder, and angrier. It was also starting to get covered in a shiny coat of
pre-cum. His whole body was rocking with each stroke he took. He started
moaning and groaning.
	"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Rich groaned between gritted teeth. He was
starting to violently thrust his groin with each stroke he took, lifting
his ass a tiny bit off the lounge in an effort to hump the air. He was
totally going to town on his dick. He was breathing deeply, his cheeks were
turning pink, and I could see a thin layer of sweat forming all over his
body. He grunted and groaned, gripping his dick with all his strength.
	I glanced at my room again - this time just in time to see Steve
shoot his load. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in an expression
of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Creamy white strings of goo shot up from
beneath the edge of my desk, landing in streaks and puddles all over his
chest. One shot landed directly on Steve's nipple. He shot about seven or
eight times. After his juices had finally finished coming, he opened his
eyes and looked down with a sweet smile on his face and surveyed the mess
he'd made. He ran his fingers through his cum, tracing designs in his own
juices. He almost looked proud of himself for what he'd just done - as if
having an orgasm required some kind of talent. Regardless, it made him look
all the more endearing.
	I looked down at Chris. He'd seen Steve too. He was jerking harder
than ever, licking his lips as he looked up at my friend with big, eager
eyes. Once that show was over, we both turned our attention back to Rich -
who was still jerking off fast and hard. His fist was practically a blur.
	Rich suddenly spread his legs apart even further, and thrust a
finger down into his crack. I couldn't fucking believe it. This was the
same painfully shy boy I'd driven home earlier today - the same boy who'd
been agonizingly embarrassed even to admit he masturbated - jerking off
like a mad man and finger-fucking his own ass with abandon. He thrust that
finger in and out and in again. This obviously wasn't the first time he'd
played with his ass. He was a pro. And I couldn't believe I was getting to
witness this amazing show. Part of me felt guilty for spying on another
guy's private moment. Another part of me was so turned on by this
voyeuristic indulgence that any moral qualms fell by the wayside. I was
seeing a gorgeous guy exposing himself and his most private practices
before my eyes. I could see him playing with himself, stroking his huge
dick and playing with his sweet ass. I could see the looks of pure rapture
that were crossing over his face as he molested the most personal parts of
his body. And then - I saw him have an orgasm.
	Rich's body started shaking and convulsing, and his knees started
to buckle as ropes of cream shot violently out of his engorged member. He
shouted out in ecstasy and he looked absolutely rapturous. Rich was
shooting everywhere - on his chest, on his chair, on his face, on his towel
and on the ground. Globs of his cum flew through the air in all
directions. He was showering the whole vicinity with a nonstop spray of his
own juices, totally coating his smooth chest in them.
	Faced with a sight like that, neither Chris nor I could take it any
longer. I lifted up my shirt and started spraying cum all over my stomach,
and Chris leaned forward and shot a stream straight out in front of
him. His juices launched out of his rigid dick with incredible force,
flying several feet through the air before falling to the ground like gooey
rain. A few of the most powerful shots splattered all over the fence. I
watched the viscous white cream slowly ooze down the wood. One shot even
flew all the way over the fence and into Rich's yard. My brother's cum
landed somewhere in our neighbors' shrubs. Cum just kept rocketing out of
our dicks. Leaves rustled and branches bobbed up and down with all the
manic stroking that was going on in our tree, but Rich was so immersed in
his own orgasm that he didn't even notice ours. And it felt so fucking good
that I didn't even care. I almost wanted Rich to catch us - to look up and
see two boys watching him with their dicks in hand, spewing massive amounts
of cum all over the place. I wanted Rich to see my dick. I wanted him to
know he was turning me on - that watching him had given me an orgasm. My
rational side knew it would have been catastrophic to get caught - but
still, a boy can fantasize, can't he?
	Several more shots of cum rocketed out of all of our dicks before
the flow finally died down.
	All three of us coaxed a bit more cum out of our dicks. Rich and I
dribbled some of the syrupy stuff out on our stomachs. Chris's final drops
massed at the tip of his dick, then a large glob fell straight to the
ground.
	And then it was over.
	With his eyes still closed, Rich let out a big contented sigh. He
ran his hand over the moist shaft of his rapidly softening dick. He was
basking in the afterglow of what must have been an incredible orgasm. He
looked like he was absolutely loving it.
	I looked at Chris. He seemed to be in about the same condition:
totally blissful.
	I glanced up at my window. Steve had stood up. His chest was still
drenched in cum, he was only wearing his boxers (which were tented out in
the front), and he was staring out the window and into Rich's yard. His
eyes were wide, and his mouth was agape. I couldn't help but
chuckle. Obviously Chris and I weren't the only ones who'd witnessed Rich's
monster orgasm. Poor, ignorant Rich. If only he knew that three other guys
had just watched him finger his ass and shoot a fat load. This would
certainly make for an interesting drive home the next day.
	After a little while I heard a car approaching. Headlights appeared
in Rich's driveway. Looked like the 'rents were home. Rich's eyes shot open
and he sat bolt upright. He pulled his finger out of his ass, and jumped up
- looking around in consternation. He grabbed his towel, wiped off his
chest in a frenzy, then wrapped the towel around his waist and bolted
inside.
	And so the show was officially over.
	But what a show it had been.
	Chris and I didn't move for quite a while after that. We just sat
there. Since neither of us ran the risk of being discovered by parents, we
could afford to remain and bask in the continued afterglow of the
spectacular cum-fest we'd just witnessed. We lazily stroked our softening
dicks. I'd never seen that much cum in the space of one minute in my whole
life.
	"That was fucking amazing," Chris finally said.
	"Unbelievable," was all I could say. There were simply no words to
describe how I was feeling - never mind what I'd just seen. I wanted to
savor that moment for all it was worth.
	"Shit," I said after a while.
	"What?" Chris asked, rolling his head to the side to glance up at
me.
	"I just remembered - what the hell am I supposed to use to clean up
this mess?" I pointed at the goopy white puddle I'd squirted all over my
stomach.
	"Honestly, Adam, you should always plan ahead," he shook his head
in mock reprimand.
	"That's all well and good, but that doesn't change the fact I've
got a veritable flood of semen oozing all over my chest and I don't have
anything to wipe it up with."
	"I don't know what to tell you," Chris shrugged. His dick was now
totally soft - about three inches long. He was still idly running his thumb
and index finger over the shaft. "Looks like you'll just have to wait till
you get inside."
	"Fine," I sighed, pulling my shirt off over my head so as not to
dirty it. "If that's the case, let's get going."
	We stuffed our dicks back into our pants. Chris started down the
tree and I followed shortly behind him. The bark was rough against my naked
skin. Whenever my chest would rub up against the trunk I'd leave a bit of a
slimy trail behind. Unfortunately for me, there was still plenty of cum
left where that had come from. I still had quite a mess to clean up. If
possible, I wanted to get myself decent before I ran the risk of being
discovered by Steve. Once I reached the ground I did a quick scan of the
surrounding area to see if there was anything else I could rub on my chest
to clean it up.
	Bingo.
	"Chris?" I tapped him on the shoulder.
	"Yeah?" he turned around, then yelped, "What the fuck?!" Before he
knew what had hit him I'd thrown my arms around his body and pulled it
tightly up against my own. He wriggled around frantically, trying to free
himself from my clutches, but to no avail. I had him trapped. His manic
fidgeting made us lose our balance and we toppled flat on our asses. I
couldn't stop laughing as we rolled around in the dirt.
	"Let go!" he grunted, grasping onto my arms and trying to pry them
off of his slight form. "You're getting your jizz all over me!"
	"Oh Chris," I moaned, pretending to dry hump my brother. I rubbed
my chest all over his body, smearing my sperm on him - and getting it the
hell off of myself. "Oh, Chris! Oh, God, you're so hot! Fuck me, Chris,
fuck me!"
	"What the fuck has gotten into you?" he grunted, putting one palm
on each of my pecs and trying with all his might to push me off of
him. "You're acting like ME! You're supposed to be the mature one here!"
	"Oh, Chris! Yes! YES!" I groaned. Then I surprised both of us by
letting go with one arm and sticking it straight down the front of his
pants. I grabbed onto his dick and his balls. They felt soft, squishy, and
wet in my palm. His curly pubes tickled. I started stroking him, giving his
sticky equipment a few good tugs. "You want this Chris, don't you? You know
you want this!"
	"Holy shit!" he yelped, then finally squirmed out of my grasp -
only to stumble backwards and fall flat on his ass again. I don't think I'd
ever seen Chris's eyes that wide before. That only made me laugh twice as
hard. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my stodgy older
brother?"
	"You should see the look on your face," I managed to get out
between guffaws.
	He lay there, propping himself up on his elbows and shaking his
head slowly in disbelief. I could scarcely make out the features of his
face in the dimness of our yard, but I could tell that he was
incredulous. Only a bit of light spilling over from Rich's yard into ours
illuminated his physiognomy. "You know, Adam - every time I think I've got
you totally figured out, you go and do something that totally blows my
perceptions of you out of the water."
	"I like keeping you on your toes," I grinned, cocking an eyebrow at
him.
	"Whatever," he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You were just looking
for an excuse to cop a feel."
	"You wish!" I said.
	"Come on. Let's get going before Steve gets suspicious."
	We stood up and surveyed the aftermath of our little
escapade. "Would you take a good luck at us? Aren't we a sight," I
said. Now both of our bodies had my cum smeared all over, and not only that
but also there were lots of tiny chunks of dirt stuck in my jizz. Our
little romp had gotten us covered in grime.
	"Thanks a lot, Adam," Chris deadpanned. "Right after I showered and
everything. You're a real pal."
	"Hey, you just watched three hot guys jerk off and shoot all over
the place. That's every gay teenager's dream. What right do you have to
complain?"
	"Yeah, watching my hairy older brother stroke his cock really got
my rocks off," Chris rolled his eyes.
	"Regardless, I still don't think you have too much to complain
about. Two hot guys sure as hell isn't too shabby," I replied.
	He grinned. "Sure as hell isn't. Now come on. Let's get cleaned
up. I want your jizz off of my body and I want it off NOW." He walked over
to the Jacuzzi and lifted up the lid.
	I walked over and got a nose-full of warm, chlorinated
water. Potent. The Jacuzzi's light turned on, casting a pale glow on
Chris. "That's a good idea. Wonder why I didn't think of it," I mused as I
looked into the shallow, rippling pool.
	"That's why I'm in all the gifted classes," Chris shrugged as he
cupped his hands, reached in, then splashed some water on his grimy chest
and scrubbed away.
	"Hey, you're not the only one on the advanced track," I said as I
reached in, submerging my hands in the warm water. "Mike's the family
idiot."
	"So what's your excuse for being so slow on the uptake, then?" he
looked at me innocently.
	"Shut up," I splashed a bit of water in his direction.
	"I'll shut my mouth if and when I please," he returned a splash
toward me.
	"In that case, God save us all," I lifted a handful of water out of
the tub and poured it over my chest. It spilled onto my pants, creating a
noticeable stain. "Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea after all."
	"Do you want to walk around the house covered in dirt and your own
splooge?"
	"Point well taken."
	"Once again, I submit my intellectual superiority for
consideration," he said.
	"Denied."
	"Fuck you," he said.
	"Oh, fuck yourself," I rolled my eyes.
	"Thanks, but I just did. You know, while you were fucking yourself,
and while Rich was fucking himself, and while Ste..."
	"I do believe I was there to witness the masturbation
extravaganza."
	"Wasn't it hot?" he titled his head a bit, apparently reliving the
glory of what we'd seen just a little earlier that evening.
	"I think we've been over that a few times already," I said,
scrubbing my chest. "And if I recall properly, we established it was
fucking hot as blazes."
	"Hell yeah," Chris grinned toothily.
	"Just out of curiosity," I said, "are you hard again yet?"
	"I came not five minutes ago but I'm already so hard I could
actually fuck a girl," Chris said.
	"Me too," I grinned. "I mean, I'm just hard. Not that I'd actually
fuck a girl. I'd never do that. But that's not to say that girls aren't
great people. I mean, some of my best friends are girls. I love girls. I
could just never fuck a girl. I mean, I just don't find them physically
attrac..."
	Chris cut me off. "Adam, please - for both of our sakes - stop
talking right now."
	"Good call," I admitted.
	"As always," he replied.
	"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Steve had opened the sliding
glass door and stepped out onto the patio.
	Oh crap. What the hell could I tell him? What could I say? Had to
think fast. Had to think of an excuse really quickly.
	"Oh, we were just hanging out back here and we got into a wrestling
match," Chris stepped away from the Jacuzzi and went to greet Steve. Thank
God he was so good on his feet. "We were just getting washed up a bit."
	"Sometimes I envy you guys," Steve said. "Any time my brother and I
ever got into a wrestling match he always ended up beating the crap out of
me. I wish I could just have fun with him sometimes."
	"What makes you think I didn't beat the crap out of him?" Chris
asked.
	"Oh, whatever. With puny muscles like yours? You couldn't even beat
the crap out of a ten-year-old," I stepped away from the Jacuzzi, taking my
discarded shirt and drying myself off.
	Chris grabbed it away from me and toweled his own
stomach. "Hardy-har-har. I'm no wimp, you know."
	"Whatever," Steve and I said simultaneously.
	"I'm serious!" he protested.
	"You go right ahead believing that," I patted him on the shoulder,
then snatched my shirt back from him.
	"Don't patronize me."
	I patted him on the head. "I'm not patronizing you," I said in my
most condescending voice.
	"Shut up," he crossed his arms across his naked chest.
	"So," Steve said, "sorry to break up your bickering - but I think
it'd probably be okay to drive me home now. My dad ought to be back."
	"Okay," I said. "Let me go get changed, then we'll go."
	We started back toward the house.
	"Steve?" Chris called out.
	"Yeah?" he turned around.
	"So, have a good jerk off up there?" Chris asked.
	"What the hell makes you think I was masturbating?"
	"You borrowed my lube."
	"Oh, yeah..." his cheeks reddened. He turned around to leave.
	"You didn't answer my question," Chris teased.
	"Yes, my dick and I were both very satisfied. Happy?"
	"Quite," Chris grinned mischievously.
	With that, Steve and I went to back inside, leaving Chris to cover
the Jacuzzi back up.
	"You know, I actually caught a glimpse of Rich jerking off in his
backyard," Steve said as we went into the house.
	"No way!" I feigned disbelief.
	"Yeah," Steve nodded sincerely, obviously doing his best to
convince me of this unlikely turn of events. "I was right - looks like that
guy's seriously addicted to playing with his own cock."
	"Who would've thought?"
	I went up to my room and put on a clean pair of clothes. After
that, Steve and I climbed into the car and we were on the road again. The
drive wasn't too long. Steve lived less than a mile from my house. We
didn't say very much over the duration of trip; we were both content to
watch the scenery pass by.
	When I pulled up to the curb next to Steve's house, it looked like
we'd arrived just as his brother's girlfriend was about to leave. They were
standing in front of us, next to her red convertible, lips locked
together. Either they didn't notice us or they didn't care that they were
caught in our headlights. Steve's older brother (even though I'd been
friends with Steve for years upon years I couldn't remember his brother's
name for the life of me) was a big, bulky guy. He was tall and meaty,
wearing a red baseball cap, and he had a stubbly goatee growing on his
chin. His girlfriend, on the other hand, was pretty and petite. She had
platinum blond hair (with brown roots) which was fashionably layered. She
was wearing a midriff-baring pink halter-top, and a cute pair of
Capris. Her breasts were small, but perky and firm (not to mention that her
shirt revealed ample cleavage). With one hand Steve's brother was groping
her ass, and he'd stuck his other hand up her shirt and was massaging the
smooth flesh of her back. He was slowly grinding his crotch into her body.
Her limbs were strikingly gaunt.
	After a while, they finally drew apart. She gave him one final peck
on the lips, smiled a coquettish smile, then hopped in her stylish car and
drove off. Steve's brother just stood there watching her for a while, then
crudely adjusted himself through his pants. From the looks of it, his
little make-out session had gotten him rather excited.
	"Horny bastard probably already got laid today," Steve muttered.
	Steve's brother apparently noticed we were sitting there watching
him. He flipped us off, stuck a hand in his pocket, then sauntered inside.
	"It's not fair," Steve said. "He's such an asshole, yet he's the
one with a girlfriend. All I've ever had is my right hand. Why does he
deserve to get all the action?"
	"At least you could ask Ellie out," I said.
	"Ellie?" he looked at me incredulously.
	"Yeah. I seriously doubt she'd say no if you asked her."
	"I don't know," he shook his head. Apparently this was a novel idea
for him to consider. "That'd be kind of weird. I mean... she and I have
known each other for such a long time. I mean... she is kind of
hot. But... I don't know."
	"At least you've got that option," I lazily traced a finger over
the steering wheel.
	"Aw, come on, Adam. Don't look so glum. I'm sure there are plenty
of girls who'd go out with you if given the chance," Steve said.
	"It's not that simple," I sighed.
	"Life rarely is."
	We sat in silence for a little while.
	"Well, thanks for the rides - and thanks for letting me crash at
your place this afternoon," Steve finally said.
	"No problem."
	"See you tomorrow," he said.
	"Bye," I waved.
	He got out of the car, trudged across his driveway, then went
inside. I sat there for a while, lost in thought. My spirits had taken a
sudden plunge. Finally, I started my car up again, and drove the short
distance back home. By the time I arrived, my mom's car was in the garage -
and when I went inside I could smell dinner cooking. Smelled like chicken.
	The remainder of the evening passed slowly. Chris, my mom, and I
had dinner together. The conversation ran dry pretty quickly. After that I
forced myself to finish my homework. Chris and I watched a bit of TV. I
practiced playing the piano for a little while. But I felt like I was just
going through the motions. My heart wasn't in any of it, and my mind was
definitely elsewhere. I couldn't get images of what Chris and I had seen
out of my mind all night. Phantasms of Rich's naked body haunted me. And
every time I closed my eyes I could see Steve's cum-covered chest or his
bushy patch of pubes.
	At about eleven-thirty Chris and I stood next to each other at the
sink, brushing our teeth and wearing only our boxers. We were both tenting
out the front of our shorts. We said goodnight to each other, then headed
into our own rooms. I shed my boxers, turned off the lights, and crawled
into bed.
	I couldn't fall asleep. No matter how much I tried to clear my
mind, I simply couldn't stop thinking about Rich. I'd been attracted to him
before tonight, but what I'd seen earlier that evening had somehow made a
huge impression on me. I'd memorized every aspect of his naked body - and I
could see it in my mind as clearly as if he were lying naked beside me
now. I couldn't stop thinking about the look on his face when he'd reached
orgasm. Images of his dick spewing streams and streams of cum ran through
my head over and over again, on constant replay. And every time I'd picture
Rich shooting his load, tingles would run down my spine.
	I played with myself under the sheets. I'd been hard practically
the entire evening. I hoped that maybe if I got another load of semen out
of my system I might be able to get some sleep. But it wasn't working. Even
now I felt like I was just going through the motions. I was caressing my
dick in my firm grasp like I always did, but unlike usual, I didn't find it
particularly pleasurable. Basically I was just frustrated. I didn't want my
orgasm to result from my own hand. I'd stroked myself till cum shot out of
my dick more times than I could count. And as good as that felt, it was old
hat by now. More than anything else in the world I longed for Rich to lie
in bed beside me, and I wished that it were his hand stroking my
dick. Fantasizing about him did no good. Every time I'd envision his mouth
on my dick or vice versa, I'd become overwhelmingly frustrated that he
wasn't there - and that he probably never would be there with me. I wanted
him so badly. But he was off-limits - which made him all the more
tantalizing.
	Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I couldn't sleep. I
couldn't cum. I couldn't get any consolation. I stood up and wrapped my
bulky comforter over my naked body like a robe. My hard dick poked out the
front, its pink head swollen and bulbous with constrained sexual energy. I
made my way through my bedroom and then the bathroom. I cracked the door to
Chris's room open and I peeked in. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust,
but soon I could see him lying in bed. The Moon was almost full, and it was
bathing his body in pale light. He'd pushed his covers down around his
waist, and I could make out a rhythmically pulsing bulge beneath the
sheets. It looked like I wasn't the only one with a bit of sexual energy to
spare that night.
	"Chris?" I whispered.
	The stroking ceased. "Adam? Is that you?"
	"Yeah," I said, shutting the door behind me. "I couldn't sleep."
	"Join the club. Come on over," Chris said. I walked over beside his
bed. He scooted over and pulled his blankets back. "Hop in. Let's talk."
	I let my blanket fall to the ground, and then climbed into Chris's
bed beside him. He pulled his blankets over us. It was nice and warm in his
bed. His body was producing lots of heat. It felt nice - almost like
basking by a fire on a cold winter night. My only complaint was that the
blanket was a bit sticky with my brother's pre-cum. How like Chris to leave
a mess behind.
	"What's the matter?" Chris asked. We turned on our sides to face
each other, each lying on one arm.
	"I haven't been able to stop thinking about Rich all night," I
admitted, my voice almost a whisper.
	"I haven't either. I can't get his dick out of my mind," he said.
	"It's not just that, though," I said. "It's not just a physical
thing. I mean... it's more than that. Yeah, he's definitely hot - but
that's not all I've been thinking about. In fact, sex is kind of at the
bottom of my list. I just want to be with him. I want to spend time with
him. I really want to get to know him."
	"Wow - I didn't realize you felt that strongly," Chris whispered.
	"Neither did I until tonight. But I seriously can't get him out of
my head. I really want to be with him - but it's driving me totally crazy
that I can't," I said. "I want to talk to him, but I can't. I want to be
close to him, but I can't. And I want to tell him how I feel - but I really
can't do that. And it's so unfair. I mean, I'm eighteen years old. I'm
almost out of high school. And I haven't had a single romantic relationship
in my whole life. And basically I'm not allowed to have any romances. I
can't tell any guys how I feel 'cause I have no idea how they'll react. It
isn't safe. And it's making me frustrated - 'cause I know I'd make somebody
a good catch. I think I could really be a good boyfriend, but I'm not even
allowed to try because I just happen to want to be a good boyfriend to
another boy. I just want to feel close to somebody. I want to feel that
kind of intimacy that society encourages straight people to seek out. But
I'm not allowed to have it. I want it so badly, but it's just out of my
reach. And it's making me miserable."
	We were silent for a while, just lying together side by side,
brother by brother.
	"Even if a romantic relationship is out of the question for you,
you know that you've still got people in your life who care about you more
than anything," Chris whispered.
	"Yeah," I nodded. "And that means the world to me. Don't think I'm
not grateful for that. But it's just... no matter how full certain aspects
of my life may be, that doesn't change the fact that there are other parts
of me that are being ignored. There are other parts of me that are empty
and crying out for attention, and there's nothing I can do about it."
	"We'll both get boyfriends someday," Chris said. "I'm sure of it. I
mean... we're both great guys. It'll be a huge loss to the gay community if
they ignore the both of us."
	I chuckled a bit. "That may be, but that doesn't change our present
circumstances."
	"They say the best things in life are worth waiting for," Chris
said.
	"Don't think that cliches will make me feel any better," I
said. "Besides - it's got to be somewhat easier for you. You're not even
sixteen yet. You haven't been waiting as long."
	"Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I can't get just as
lonely," Chris said. "I'd love nothing more than to meet the perfect Prince
Charming. I'd love to get swept off my feet."
	"Why does life have to be so hard for us?" I sighed.
	"Why does the sky have to be blue?" Chris gave a half-hearted
shrug.
	"You know," I said, "I may well have to wait quite a while before I
get a real, fulfilling, bona fide relationship. But right now I guess I'd
just settle for knowing what it feels like to be brought to orgasm by
somebody's hand other than my own. I want to know what it feels like to be
given that kind of pleasure by another person. Just something to whet my
appetite and tide me over in the meantime. Is that so much to ask?"
	"No," Chris whispered, "it isn't."
	We both just lay there in silence for a while. Then, I felt
something soft touching my hard-on. Chris gently wrapped his hand around my
dick, tentatively at first, then started stroking me. I let out a quiet
groan. It felt so good. There was a hand rubbing my dick, and it wasn't my
own.
	I reached over and wrapped my hand around Chris's stiff dick, but
he gently pushed it away. He leaned down next to me and whispered in my
ear, "Don't worry about me. This is something I want to do for you -
because you're my brother, and I love you. Just lie back and relax. Let me
take care this for you."
	I didn't protest. Part of me was worried that maybe I shouldn't let
Chris do this to me - that maybe this was a boundary in our relationship
that we shouldn't cross. Chris and I had jerked off in each other's
presence countless times - but we'd never actually jerked each other off
before. But it felt so good - and part of me really wanted to know what it
was like. So I just lay on my back and allowed my brother to touch
me. After a little while, he sat up and pulled back the blankets, exposing
our naked bodies to the cool night air. I got a rush of goose bumps. He
worked methodically, concentrating all his energy on massaging my dick. He
stroked the shaft, pulling my foreskin back and playing with my dick's
head. He'd squeeze and a dollop of pre-cum would appear at the tip, which
he'd smear all over my sensitive head. He ministered to it with great care
- and it felt so good. And it felt even better to know that somebody else
was bringing me this pleasure. He gently placed his left hand between my
legs, stroking and kneading my heavy ballsack. Then he used both hands to
stroke my shaft.
	His hard-on was sticking out between his legs. Strings of pre-cum
were literally dribbling out of its tip, but he paid his own dick no
mind. Right now he was only focusing on making me feel good - on bringing
me pleasure.
	I moaned as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Nobody had
done this for me before, and it felt exquisite. It felt even better knowing
that the person bringing me this pleasure was somebody I cared about as
much as my little brother.
	It felt so good. I wanted to delay the inevitable, to bask in this
serene sensation for as long as I could. It felt so good to feel my
brother's hands touching my most private places in a way nobody had ever
touched me before. It felt so good to let him do this to me - to allow him
unrestricted access to my body. Chris and I had touched each other's dicks
before, but never for more than a fleeting moment at a time. This was
different. This was much more intimate. This was much more special. And I
loved the way it felt. I loved feeling his hands roaming over my body. I
loved the way he was caressing me - gently and lovingly some of time,
steadily and firmly the rest of the time. It felt so good to open myself up
this way to another person - to let another person bring me these kinds of
feelings and sensations. It felt so good to surrender myself to my
brother's loving touch.
	Finally I shot. I couldn't take it any longer and cum started
spilling out of my dick and onto my stomach. My body shook as I experienced
my first orgasm induced by another person. I watched Chris as he intently
stroked my dick, urging more and more of my sacred juices out of my
body. He had both hands grasping my dick, and he stroked it for all he was
worth. The pressure felt divine. Cum kept shooting out of me. I shook one
last time as a final drop of cum squirted out of me - and then I collapsed
into the soft sheets.
	I was spent.
	I looked from the mess on my chest up to my brother. We meekly
smiled at each other. This was uncharted territory for us - and neither one
of us seemed sure how to feel. It had felt so good while he had been
touching me - but now that the moment was over, I wasn't quite sure where
to go.  All I knew was that I liked the way I felt.
	Chris reached down underneath his bed, and pulled out the rag he
always used to clean up his own cum. He gently wiped it over my stomach a
few times, absorbing my seed. Once my stomach was clean and he'd put the
cloth away, he lay down beside me.
	"Thank you," I whispered. I didn't know what else to say.
	He leaned down and gave me a soft, nurturing kiss on the
cheek. "Try and get some sleep now," he whispered.
	He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug. His body was
so warm. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, and I could feel
his soft cheek rubbing against mine. I pulled him closer to me, holding his
body tightly against my own. Then I felt a squirt of something warm and wet
between my legs. Chris's body began softly shaking. He moaned, gently
grinding his hard cock against mine. I just held him close to me, letting
him unload. He'd been pushed far beyond the point of no return. He deserved
this release. He nestled his head into my shoulder, groaning a bit as his
warm fluids flowed out of his body and onto mine. I could feel his fluids
pooling on me, and I could feel his dick pulsing between us. I gently
stroked his smooth back, and with my other hand I stroked his hair. He just
kept shooting, drenching us both.
	Finally, after one final shiver, the flow stopped. He collapsed
into me.
	He lay on top of me for a while - totally motionless. I listened to
him breathing - deeply at first, then more softly as time went on.
	He finally lifted himself off of me, rolling to the side a bit -
revealing the mess he'd made on us. Both of our dicks were soft now, and
totally coated in Chris's cum. They glistened in the moonlight. As he
pulled away, a thin filament of cum stretched from his dick to mine. I
reached down, running my hand over my dick and through my pubes. They were
sopping wet - drenched in my brother's ejaculate. It was still lukewarm -
fresh from inside his body. A rivulet of gooey liquid spilled over the side
of my thigh, dripping down my leg and forming a tiny puddle on his
blankets. I looked up at him. He blushed sheepishly, then reached down and
retrieved his rag again. He cleaned me off again, then wiped off his own
dick.
	I couldn't believe Chris and I had just shared an experience so
personal.
	We turned and lay on our stomachs. He wrapped his arm over my body,
pulling me next to him. Neither one of us moved an inch. I'd never felt
this close to him before - and while part of me was scared, another part of
me was intoxicated. It felt amazingly reassuring to know with that somebody
would always be there to look out for me. I felt safe in his arms. I felt
protected. I felt loved.
	It felt good to know that somebody cared about me like Chris
did. And I cared about him in return. As long as I had Chris in my life, I
knew I'd be all right. We were brothers, and we'd look out for each
other. I said a quiet prayer of thankfulness for him before I drifted off
to sleep.  We didn't move from that position till the Sun woke us up the
next day. I awoke before he did, and I just lay there for a while looking
at him - thinking about how I felt. He looked so peaceful. He looked so
cute. I'd never woken up in bed next to anybody before, and I liked the way
it made me feel.
	And I really liked waking up next to Chris. In fact, a part of me
was scared by how good it made me feel. I wasn't supposed to get those
kinds of feelings about my own brother. Nevertheless, I couldn't deny that
there was a part of me that really liked something about this. I could get
used to this. I lifted up the covers and glanced underneath. Chris's
morning wood was poking out from beneath his stomach, peeking out and
winking at me. It looked pretty cute like that. There was actually a part
of me that really wanted to reach out and touch my brother's dick - to feel
it pressing against the palm of my hand and to do for him what he'd done
for me the night before. I wanted to bring him the same pleasure he'd
brought me. Part of me really wanted to explore his body - to get even
closer to him than I'd gotten last night.
	But there was another part of me that would have given anything to
wake up next to Rich instead. I longed to experience with Rich what I'd
just experienced with my brother.  I wanted to experience the real thing.
	I leaned up and glanced out the window at Rich's house. I wondered
if there was any chance he felt the same way about me.


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Okay, that's it for this time. If you made it all the way to the end, I'd
like to offer you my congratulations and my gratitude =) I know it's a bit
lengthy - not necessarily the kind of writing you typically find at an
archive of erotic stories. But, I'd like to hope that maybe I'm saying
something worthwhile here. So, I hope everyone found these new chapters
enjoyable. Thank you so much to everyone who wrote to me in response to my
last chapter! All of your letters really meant a lot to me. If anybody's
got anything they'd like to say to me now that they've read chapters 2 & 3,
feel free to e-mail me at cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com.  I'd love to hear what
you have to say. Hopefully I'll be back in another few weeks with a new
installment in the lives of Adam and Chris. Stay tuned to see what happens
next.