Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2006 18:10:39 -0700
From: Boy Writer <npwriterboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely FICTIONAL. Any resemblance it bears to any
true story is only coincidence. This story depicts consensual sexual acts
involving teenage boys. If this material is illegal to read where you are
located, please do not read it. If you are offended by this topic matter,
please do not read it. No moral or political judgments are intended by the
contents herein.  An email address is available and I welcome comments or
feedback. I hope you will find this story enjoyable.


All For Chad

Chapter 1


I hardly know where to begin my story. I want to tell you about my
relationship with my little brother, Chad. I want to tell you about how we
have grown closer through tragedy, necessity, and just pure desperation. I
want you to leave this story with an understanding of the love we share for
one another. I would like to tell you that this story will only be hot and
steamy and that there will be no difficult parts, but then it wouldn't be a
true account of what happened. So, I need to tell you the real story as it
happened, with all the heartbreak, tragedy, loss, and drama along the
way. So, my story will be both beautiful and ugly, both triumphant and
tragic, both exciting and frightening.  Oh, and for those who are wondering
about the naked, sweaty parts, they are here too, but it's important that
you understand how they came about. So, be patient!

As I said, I hardly know where to begin. I suppose in order to truly
understand the story, you need to know about our family and our home. You
see, everything is about family for us, and everything that every truly
mattered in our lives happened in our home.

* * *

So, let's start with me. My name is Chris Benton. My current age is
irrelevant for the time being, except to say that I have lived a life
sufficiently full for my age. I grew up with my parents and my younger
brother in San Diego, California, where I still live today. At age 15,
which is sort of where my story will begin, I was an athletic young man
full of energy and spirit.  I took after our mother that way. Mom had been
an Olympic swimmer in the 70s, and I had followed in her footsteps as a
swimmer myself. I was 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighed 175 pounds with a
typical swimmer's build. I have red hair, which I kept short and curly when
I was young, and blue eyes (both of which also came from Mom). I am one of
those red-heads that does not have freckles, and I was thankfully never
cursed with the pale, easily-burned skin of most red-heads.  This has been
great for me, because I have always been the outdoorsy type. I love to surf
and practically live at the beach, even today, which is why I still live in
San Diego. I started swimming and surfing when I was 7 or 8 and have always
been a natural in any sort of water. Plus, all that swimming gave me that
David- like physique, with big muscular shoulders, tones arms and pecs, six
pack abs, and an ass that won't quit (so I have been told).  Other than
sports, I have always been into music, although I never learned to play an
instrument. Up to where my story begins, I was an honors student with
perfect attendance and I can honestly say that all of my teachers loved
me. I suppose everyone will eventually want to know anyway, so I tell you
that my dick is about 8 inches long and well proportioned. I was blessed
with early growth spurts and my body and my dick were both full-sized by
the time I was 15. This had many advantages in high school. I was bigger
than many of my peers, in more ways than one, which got me a lot of
attention, although not always the kind I wanted.

* * *

This brings me to my little brother Chad. I was three when Chad was born,
which would make him 12 when my story begins. Chad was not as athletic as
me, although he played soccer for a while. He was more like our father -
the quiet artistic type. Chad was always into drawing and painting, whether
it was digital, canvas, a scrapbook, or even the walls in his bedroom when
he was 6. At 12, Chad was about 5 feet 7 inches tall, although he would
grow another 3 inches before becoming a man. He was slim as a young man,
but had one of those naturally fit bodies, where you could always see just
a little muscle tone, even when he was not playing sports.  He had lost all
his baby fat by 12 as well, which helped immensely. Chad also took after
Dad in the looks department, with blonde hair and green eyes. At 12, his
dick was 6 inches and would eventually grow to be 7 as a man. It may seem
strange, but even at 3 years old, I knew that I had a responsibility to
take care of and protect my little brother. I remember the day he was born
like it was yesterday. Mom had given birth with dad as her coach and I
waited with my grandparents in the lobby.  When they took Chad to the room
with the windows where all the newborns go, I went to meet him for the
first time. I remember being a proud older brother and making a vow to him
then, in my three-year old way, that would define my entire life from that
moment forward.

"Hi, Chad. I'm your big bro. I'm gonna take care of you and look out for
you, and you're never gonna get hurt, I swear!" Of course, he never knew I
said this.

* * *

Our father was a successful architect. Although he specialized in
commercial architecture, his greatest design, which he was always most
proud of, was the house we grew up in. My father made a huge commission on
one of his first projects, designing a major office building in Los
Angeles, and used the money, along with some inheritance, to design and
build our house. I will tell you more about the house later. Mom, as I
said, was an Olympic swimmer long before I came along.  When I was growing
up, she was a swim instructor at a local community center and the coach for
the girls swim teams at my high school. Later, necessity would require her
to take weekend jobs giving lessons. But, I am getting ahead of myself now.

Mom and dad had met in high school, when my mom was still training for the
Olympics. She was 17 when she swam the 1500 meter freestyle in
Montreal. She did not metal, but it was the crowning achievement of her
life, second of course to having my brother and I. My parents both turned
18 that summer and got married before Christmas. My dad had our house
finished in 1979 and I was born the next year (okay, so I guess that gives
away my age).

I feel like I owe it to my dad to tell you about our house. It also will
help you to understand more of my story, as most of it takes place in the
house and I have lived in the house my entire life (yes, I still live there
today). The house sits atop a hill in San Diego just above the airport at
321 Terrace Hill. Because it is built into the hillside, the front of the
house, where the driveway and two-car garage are, is actually the second
floor. From the front, the house looks very modern, but pretty
plain... It's only slightly wider than the garage and there is a second
floor with two windows overlooking the driveway. Of course, from the side
where the hill juts down, the house is much bigger. My father designed the
floors in tiers, so that each floor is adjacent to and only half a floor
above the one below. In total, there are 5 levels. Three levels look out
over the canyon and the airport, with tons of windows, while the two
smaller floors, as I mentioned before, face the street.  The bottom level
has two bedrooms and a huge bathroom with a walk in shower and Jacuzzi tub.
This is where mine and Chad's rooms were. The second level is the garage.
The third level, directly above our bedrooms, is where the living room,
dining room, and kitchen are located. The third floor is all marble and
there is a huge fireplace dividing the living room and dining room, and
steps on either side of the fireplace, stepping down from the dinning room
and kitchen to the living room.  The fourth level is the entertainments
room, where a huge sectional couch, a projection TV, and the wet bar are
located. Finally, the entire top floor was an office-bedroom suite where my
father worked from home and my parent slept. Each of the canyon-facing
floors had small, corner balconies with views of the ocean and Lindberg
Field. I often spent late nights sitting on the balcony outside my room
watching planes take off and land One of the most unusual features is the
huge fireplace in the middle of the house, which runs up through all the
floors. What is cool about it is that there are fireplaces in all the
bedrooms. Very little furniture has changed in the years my story will
cover.

Chad was always into design, like my dad, and he was always fascinated by
the design of our house, which is probably why he was more interested in
residential design than commercial design.  He even made a website with the
floor plans of the house as a project for school when he was in 6th
grade. It's still there at http://npwriterboy.tripod.com

* * *

Okay, so where am I going with all this? Well, lets get back to me. I have
known I was into guys since I was around 11 and discovered masturbation. It
was quite by accident, really. I had always sort of played with it
innocently for years, noticing how good it felt. I had even had a couple of
dry orgasms, which scared me at first, because I thought I was having a
seizure.  But just before I turned 12, I was masturbating one day and just
couldn't stop myself. I was sitting on the floor of the walk- in shower in
the bathroom on the bottom floor of the house before school that day. My
dick was lathered well with soap and I was pounding away at my organ like a
pro. I had my eyes closed with the water pouring down over my naturally
smooth, young swimmer's body. I was imagining this guy, Kaleb, who had been
on my after school swim team the previous year. He was my age and a short
little guy, but I thought he was cute, especially when his butt was stuffed
in a speedo. He and I were the only boys who's mothers put them in speedos
for practice, which naturally made me like him all the more, since we had
to share in some teasing from the other boys.  Anyway, I was fantasizing
about him gliding through the water next to me as we raced. It was doing
the trick perfectly... I started to feel the shakes coming on, which I had
become familiar with. But then I suddenly had this tingling sensation in my
piss slit and thought something might be wrong. It didn't hurt really, but
it felt really weird. I looked down at my dick and tilted the head towards
me while I kept stroking, trying to look to make sure something wasn't
broken. All of a sudden, this gigantic rope of white stuff that looked like
dishsoap shot out and hit my face. I would have wiped my face clean, except
another came to quickly, and I was in so much ecstasy, I thought I had died
and gone to heaven. I kept stroking until the white stuff stopped coming
out, and then I felt my whole body go limp, and I uncontrollably jerked my
head back, taping it on the wall harder than I had expected.  Gathering my
wits about me, I tried to get up, but felt week. Then I noticed my dick was
really sensitive. The water flowing down my body from the shower was
ticking my dick, and I started laughing uncontrollably. I finally got up
and rinsed off, vowing I would repeat the adventure that night. And so
began my real love affair with my cock. By the time I was 12, I was
masturbating at least 3 times a day. I had figured out how to use lotion
and had even gotten really good at massaging my balls while I stroked.

I was really heart broken the following year when Kaleb moved away. His
father was in the military, like most guys in San Diego. His father had
been re-assigned to a base on the east coast and his family moved at the
end of that year.

* * *

My real explorations began when I was 12 in Billy Simmon's basement. I
remember the first time we messed around. It was the first day of summer
break and I was over at his house in South Park, because he had this cool
basement, where all the video games were set up. We would play tournaments
against our friends for hours and hours. That day, we kept making bets on
the games to make things more interesting. One bet was that the loser had
to eat a raw egg, but Billy's mother stopped us cold at the fridge and
forbad it. Another bet was to drink from Billy's dog's water bowl, which I
thankfully won. Then, Billy got a sinister look on his face and made the
ultimate proposition.

"I know. How about this next game, the loser has to go into my brother's
bedroom, steal his dirty underwear, and bring them back down here," Billy
said. He had an evil look on his face.

"Ewww, Billy, that's gross," I said. "Why would you want his dirty
underwear."

"Well, Benton, I guess if you are not man enough..." Calling me by my last
name, which was typical for him. Billy was tempting me. He knew I couldn't
refuse a good challenge.

"Fine, but you're gonna lose anyway," I said.

We played a heated two-man match. Just in the last round, I missed one
final shot, giving Billy the final, and winning point. The look on his face
was priceless. You'd have thought the boy was hungry. I'd never seen him
like that before. I remember looking down at his shorts and seeing that he
was hard. I almost said something, but I realized I was getting hard too.
So, I quietly tiptoed up to Billy's brother's room.

Billy's brother Jack was much older, a senior in high school at the time,
and the star of the football team. The maroon athletic uniforms looked sexy
on Jack in his pictures, which plastered the walls of his room. His room
smelled like a sweaty older boy, which made my dick start to twitch in my
shorts when I opened the door. There were high school banners and posters
of girls on the walls.  His bed was unmade with dirty t-shirts and socks
strewn on it. DEFINITELY A STRAIGHT BOY, I thought. He had a bottle of the
same type of lotion next to his bed that I had hidden under mine, which
made me laugh, knowing what he used it for. I walked over to the hamper and
started rifling through the clothes. He had boxers and briefs in there
among the other clothes. Just as I was about to take a pair of briefs, I
saw a bright blue jock strap in the bottom of the hamper. I fished it out
and I could tell he had worn it in a game because it smelled like my dick
did when I had been playing hoops with my friends during the summer. It
also smelled mildly of the lotion he used, which was all too familiar to
me, and another scent I wasn't too sure of. I lifted it and took a bigger
wiff, and realized he had used his jock to wipe up his mess after
masturbating. My dick sprung to action and I started rubbing it through my
shorts. I was about to reach in and start playing with myself, when I felt
a hand on my shoulder.

"OH SHIT!" I yelled, jumping and turning around. Billy had snuck in behind
me and was watching me rub myself.

"Does that smell good, Benton?" He still had the hungry look in his
eyes. "I know where Jack keeps his porn if you want to look."

I didn't say a word, but just stood there with Jack's jock in one hand and
my bulge in the other as Billy reached under the bed and pulled out some
magazines. As he turned through them, we both got so excited we could
barley contain ourselves. I was still holding the jock in my hand. Billy
reached down at one point and pulled the jock from my hand and sniffed it
himself, which seemed to have the same effect on him as it did on me.

"Let's jack off, Benton," Billy suggested. Without a word, we both dropped
our shorts and started stroking ourselves. Billy's dick was smaller, only
about 4 inches. Mine was already 6 by that age.  He was impressed and kept
looking at it.

"Dude, why are u staring at it?" I asked, hoping he would say he wanted to
touch it.

"I don't know dude," he said, going back to sniffing the jock. He looked so
hot for that jock, I could tell it was not the first time he had done this
in his brother's room.  I wanted to sniff it again.  It seemed gross, but
in a really hot way, and I felt so out of control in that moment.

"Dude, you gonna share or what?" I said reaching for the jock. Billy didn't
let go, but I pulled it towards me anyway. He was locked onto it like a
bloodhound and moved his face in to keep smelling. There we both were, our
dicks in our hands, leaning into each other sharing his brothers sweating
jock. Then, we both opened our eyes, and our eyes lock. Somehow, we didn't
need to talk anymore. The boyhood hormones took over, the jock ended up on
the floor, and Billy and me ended up on top of each other, rolling around,
French kissing each other in Jack's bed.

As we kept rolling around, Billy eventually reached for my rock-hard dick
and moaned as he took it in his hand. It felt so good, I had to touch his
too. Before long, we were stroking each other hard. It was beginning to get
uncomfortable because Billy's hand was so dry. I never said anything, but
he seemed to know. He raised his hand to his mouth and spit in his hand,
then put it back on my dick.  It felt fucking awesome. My mouth opened
slightly and my eyes rolled back in my head as I closed them. I felt some
moving around, but didn't open my eyes because the pleasure was
unbelievable.  Then, I felt something hot and wet wrapping around my
dick. It was the most unbelievable feeling I'd ever had and I thought I
would cum instantly. I opened my eyes, but Billy was not in front of me
anymore. I looked down to see the back of Billy's head between my legs.

"Oh shit, Billy," I said. "Don't stop. God that feels great. Don't ever
stop, dude."

Billy moaned, sucking more of my dick into his mouth. His saliva was
leaking out the corners of his mouth and running down my shaft and onto my
balls. It felt so good. I wondered if Billy had done this before. Then, I
wondered if he had done it with his brother Jack.  That thought seemed to
really turn me on, as I started thrusting my hips up and down, fucking
Billy's mouth. As I started to get quacky, I knew my jizz was coming soon.

"Oh fuck Billy, you're gonna make me shoot my jizz!" I yelled.

I threw my head back as Billy reached up and started softly rubbing my
belly. I had one final thrust and started shooting my jizz into Billy's
mouth. Like a mad man, I grabbed his head and fucked it hard, shooting load
after load into his throat. Some of my load leaked out and got on Billy's
face and in my small bush of pubes. After I finished, I was immobile for a
few minutes, while Billy started jacking himself off, still staring at my
cum-soaked cock. I finally realized I wanted Billy to know how good it
felt. I sat up, pushing Billy back on the bed and immediately went down on
him.  I had not clue what I was doing, but I definitely liked it. Billy
smelled a little like his brother down there, which really motivated me to
suck hard and move my head up and down fast. I didn't know if I was doing
any good but Billy seemed to like it, as he started moaning instantly.

"Oh shit, Chris, I am going to cum, dude!," Billy yelled. I was surprised
because Billy had never called me by my first name in all the time we'd
known each other. I liked it. It felt like we had somehow become more
important in each other's lives. Was Billy my boyfriend now? Whatever he
was, I liked sucking his dick.

"You want me to swallow it, Billy?" I looked up and stopped a minute. Billy
didn't seem to like this, as he grabbed my head and put it back down, just
in time to start shooting in my mouth. I had never tasted cum before, not
even my own out of curiosity. It was salty, but also sweet in some way. It
was thick as it coated my throat while I swallowed. Billy did not shoot as
much as me, but I was thankful to have his jizz in my mouth. I had never
been so turned on in my young life before that.

When Billy finished, we both sat for a minute, then quietly and guiltily
put our clothes back on and went downstairs to keep playing video games.
We never said a word after we finished, but we both knew it would not be
the last time we'd be this way.