Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:13:26 -0700
From: Boy Writer <npwriterboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 12

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true story is only coincidence. This story depicts consensual sexual acts
involving teenage boys. If this material is illegal to read where you are
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All For Chad

Chapter 12


Thanksgiving break was a welcome respite from school. I was taking
trigonometry and an advanced biology class that year, and the quizzes were
getting to be far too much. It was nice to have a long weekend off. Of
course, it was going to be difficult without Dad. We had made plans to have
Mr. Harris from Dad's firm and Mrs. Ward from next door over for a big
feast. We had planned quite a nice menu --- and everyone had a dish. Mom,
of course, was roasting the turkey and preparing the stuffing. I was put on
peeling and mashing potatoes (YUCK), Chad was making corn, Mr. Harris was
bringing rolls, and Mrs. Ward was on dessert. I was sure the meal would be
nice, but the day itself could not be the same without Dad.

That Wednesday, after swim practice, I headed straight for my truck and
sped off to pick up Chad.  The weather had been remarkably warm and I
figured we could have some time together. Plus, Mom had made evening plans
with some friends and would be out late. When I pulled up to the school,
Chad was waiting by himself, looking down at the ground. There was a small
group of about four guys standing some distance back from him, all huddled
together.  Among this group was Gary. Chad looked awful, like he has been
emotionally hit by a ton of bricks. He kept looking at the ground, even
after I honked the horn.

I figured something must have happened with Gary after the sleepover
incident. Kids do shitty things to each other at that age and I had been
worried that there might be problems between the boys. I pulled into a
parking spot and got out of the car, hoping Gary and his new groups of
friends would see that Chad had the love and support of someone who would
protect him.

"Hey, Squirt, you okay?" I leaned down a bit to try to look at Chad face.

Chad looked up a bit and tried to head past me to the car. I was horrified.

"What the FUCK!" I shouted.

Chad had been crying and his shirt looked tattered, like he had been in a
fight. Then I saw his face.  His left eye was bloodshot and turning very
dark around the cheekbone. And, although he had cleaned himself up, I could
tell his nose had been bleeding too.  I knelt down in front of him and
looked up into his face. At first, Chad tried to avoid looking at me, but I
took him by the chin and turned his head towards me. The rage was building
inside me. I could have spit nails in that moment.

"Who did this, Chad," I said sternly, using his name rather than my
nickname for him, even though no one was close enough to hear, just to
ensure he knew how concerned I was.

"Don't," Chad mumbled. "Let's just go. You'll only make it worse." Chad was
pleading with me.

"Answer me, Chad," I said more sternly. It was too late not to do something
about this. "Come on, bro, you know I can't stand to see you hurt. I
promised you I would always protect you. I promised it when you were a
baby. Now, what happened?"

"Chris, please, I don't want this to be any worse. Gary told his friends
about the other night at his house and they all started calling my 'fag'
today in the locker room after soccer practice. I got mad and told them to
'fuck off,' but then a couple of them shoved me. When I pushed back, they
started hitting me. It's okay, the coach broke it up. Now, PLEASE, can we
go?" Chad was pulling my hand, trying to lead me towards the car.

"Just a second, Gary and his friend and I need to have a little talk." I
let go of Chad's hand and started walking towards the group.

I was sure Chad was yelling after me not to do anything, but I couldn't
hear him. The anger inside me had built up so much that I couldn't hear
anything, and all I could see was this group of little assholes who needed
to learn a thing or two. As I approached the group, Gary and one other boy
with sloppy hair and baggy clothes looked nervous. But, then the group
moved from their circle into a line, as if making a stand against me.

I walked up to the group and immediately grabbed Gary by the arm, lifting
him up and towards me slightly. The other boys began to yell in
protest. One of them was yelling for a teacher, but nothing could stop me
now. I pulled Gary by his arm away from the group. He struggled to get
free, but was not successful. Once I got him a few steps away from the
group, I put one hand on his shoulder and the other under his chin,
squeezing his jaw and forcing his face to turn so he would have to look me
in the eye.

"Let's get something straight right now, you little shit. My brother
trusted you and thought you were his friend. Because of your immaturity he
got hurt today. You thought it would be real funny to get a laugh at his
expense, and now he's hurt. Let's be clear. I'm letting you walk away from
this today only because you were Chad's friend, but I will hold you
personally responsible if anything ever happens to my brother again. Do you
get me?" I never blinked, my eyes locked in an evil stare right into Gary's
skull.

"But..." Gary began to protest.

"No buts, Gary. You need to learn a lot about friendship. Getting your
friend beat up is not cool.  You're lucky I don't beat the shit out of
you. Now, which one of those little fuckers gave Chad the black eye?"

For about a split second, Gary looked like he might actually try to protest
or even try to fight me, but I tightened my grip on his jaw, which seemed
to make my point clear.

"The one in the red sweatshirt." Was all he said as tears began to well up
in his eyes. He was clearly scared to death of me, and he was right to
be. It was all I could to not to punch his light out right there.

I let go of Gary and he ran off down the hallway. I turned my attention
towards the kid in the red sweatshirt. He could tell by the look in my eyes
that I meant business, and he decided about a second too late that he
should run. Of course, I already had him by the arm at this point. I looked
to the other boys with a sinister glare and they all ran off. Being almost
six feet tall has its advantages when you are dealing with junior high
kids. Of course, them being littler, I also wanted to make sure that I
didn't really hurt anyone.

"Stick around, you," I told the kid in the red sweatshirt as he continued
to try unsuccessfully to get away from me.

"Let go of me, bitch!" He yelled.

"Nice mouth you got there kid. We need to talk about my brother."

"Fuck off," he yelled, trying to spit at me.

I pushed the kid back against the wall and pinned his shoulders tightly so
he could not move, careful not to hurt him, but sure he would not get away.

"You pick on my brother again, and you'll be dealing with me. And if he
comes home with a shiner like that ever again, I'm gonna come looking for
you, and I won't be as nice as I am being now."

"You can't do anything to me. I'll get you busted for abuse, you faggot!"
This kid was just full of rage. I kept thinking how easy and gratifying it
would have been to give him a fat lip, but I held back.

"Actually, you're right. It is abuse, but then so is what you did to my
brother. Come to think of it, I think I'm gonna take him to the emergency
room and have his face looked at, and when they ask how it happened, I'll
make sure Chad gives them your name. Then, our mom can press charges an you
can bring your family with you to a courtroom and try to explain your
ignorant, angry, immature shit to a judge, who will most likely make you
spend the rest of the school year and the summer in juvie. Yeah, that's
exactly what I'll do," I finished, letting go of the kid as if I was going
to head for the hospital right away.

"Wait," the kid pleaded. "I'll leave him alone."

I pulled the kid by his sweatshirt close to my face. "YOU BETTER!" I
growled in his face before letting him go.

As I walked back to the car, I could see that Chad had already gotten in
and had his face buried in his hands. He was clearly still crying. I hopped
in and started the engine.

"It's cool, Squirt," I said, putting my hand on his thigh. "They should
leave you alone now."

"I don't need you to fight for me," Chad protested in anger. "Now they will
just call me a sissy for needing my brother to protect me." Chad looked
over at me with pouting look on his face.

"What was I supposed to do?" I exclaimed.

"Leave them alone like I told you to," Chad was now at a full shout. That
actually hurt my feelings and I was beginning to feel like I would cry.

"I promised to protect you, and that's what I was doing. That's what I will
always do. No one hurts my family and gets away with it, Bro." I was
choking on the last few words as my eyes began to water. I was careful to
blink a few times, preventing any actual tears from falling.

We rode the rest of the way home in silence. I decided to abandon my plans
of going to the beach for now.

"At least come into the bathroom and let me clean you up, Squirt."

Chad never said anything, but he did begin to head down the stairs to the
bathroom on our floor. I fished our small first aid kit out of the cupboard
under the kitchen sink and then grabbed a clean dishtowel and filled a
ziplock with some ice. Then I headed downstairs. As I came into the
bathroom, Chad was sitting on the toilet, still silent. I grabbed a
washcloth and wet it with some warm water. I knelt in front of Chad. I
lifted his head by the chin as I always did and brushed his hair away from
his face. By that point, his hair had gotten long in the back and was just
about long enough to be in his eyes in front.

"Your hair is starting to get really long. I like it," I said, leaning
forward to give him a kiss on the forehead.

Chad was still silent. I gently lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off
over his head. I winced at the site of his body when I noticed the bruise
forming around his right ribs. I had not realized how bad a beating they
had given him. For just a split second I wished I had really pounded that
little shit in the red sweatshirt, but taking care of Chad was more
important right now. I used the washcloth to clean his tear-soaked face and
his nose. I checked his face for cuts, but did not see any. I placed the
towel with ice in it up to Chad's black eye.

"Hold that there for a few minutes, Squirt."

Then I walked across the room and turned on the bathtub. We hardly used our
bathtub, but it was cool that we had one. It was actually a large Jacuzzi
tub, just like the one in Mom and Dad's room.  I grabbed some soap and
poured it into the tub, swirling it around with my hand a bit to get the
suds going. Then I went back over to Chad and knelt in front of him. I
looked into his eyes.

"Thank you," he said. "I know you were just trying..."

"Shhh," I urged. "It's okay. I was just mad. I didn't want to make things
worse for you. I love you."

Chad began to cry again and put his right arm around me, still holding the
ice to his face with his left hand. His crying seemed to deepen suddenly.

"Everything is so different without Dad," Chad said between sobs.

"I know, Bro. And I know it's not the same, but I'm here, and I am trying
to take care of you."

"You are taking care of me, and you know I love you. But, I still miss
Dad."  he buried his face in my shoulder.

Just then, as if on cue, Lucy seemed to have arose from her afternoon nap
and decided to inspect the situation. She came through the door leading
from the bathroom to my bedroom and walked over cautiously, as if trying to
determine if it was okay for her to be there. She put her nose in between
our bodies and laid her chin down onto Chad's leg. She seemed to know that
he needed comfort. Chad smiled slightly between his tears and patted Lucy
on the head.  I stood up to turn off the water in the bathtub before it
overflowed. I returned to Chad and took the ice from him, setting it on the
counter. I took him by both hands and stood him up and began to unbutton
his jeans.

"I showered in the locker room after practice," Chad interrupted. "I don't
need a bath."

"It will feel good, trust me," I said.

Chad allowed me to return to my work. Once his pants were undone, I pushed
them with my thumbs over his hips, catching his sexy white briefs and
pulling them down as well. Chad was not hard and I was not paying much
attention to his dick. I was not intending this to be sexual at all. Of
course, then I looked at his dick and noticed how it seemed bigger every
time I saw it, especially his balls. This gave me a big smile. Once his
pants were on the floor, I peeled his socks off for him and then stood
up. As I stood up, I ran my hands fully along his sides from his ankles, up
to his hips, and then up under his arms, finally planting my hands firmly
on his chest. His whole body felt firmer and more like that of a young man,
and his chest was definitely bigger from the pushups he had been doing at
night before bed.

"When did you get so sexy?" I asked.

Chad did not respond. He merely rolled his eyes and exhaled with a
disbelieving sigh. He turned past me and stepped into the bathtub but did
not sit down initially. He turned and looked at me for a few moments, then
pulled me by the shirt towards him and started pulling up on my shirt. I
lifted my arms so he could get my shirt off. Chad then leaned down and put
his lips gently to my left nipple. He kissed it sweetly and then began to
encircle it with his tongue a few times. After completing this, he stood up
straight again and looked down at my pants.

"You getting in or what?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Even after getting the shit kicked out of you, all you can think about is
dick, huh?" I was laughing.

"Who said anything about dick?" Chad asked. "I'm just too banged up to wash
myself."

With that, I undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, wiggled out
of them, and stepped into the tub with Chad. We both slowly sat down,
taking opposite ends, so we were facing each other, our legs rubbing
together. I took the washcloth from the side of the tub and began to slowly
wash my baby brother, being extra careful around his ribs, where he was so
bruised. Chad winced a bit as I found more tender spots, but I was careful
not to really hurt him.

Before long, Chad's hands were under the water fondling my balls and my
cock, which was naturally beginning to get very hard. I gently moved his
hand away, wanting him to let me work on cleaning him for the moment.

I had Chad lean his head back and scooped water into his hair, running my
fingers through it and planting light kisses all over his forehead and his
rosy cheeks. As I scooted forward, Chad wrapped his legs around my and our
cocks came together. This position reminded me of the first night we gave
in to our passion, when we had sat on my bed in this way. Chad must have
remembered it too, because he put his hand on my butt and pulled me towards
him, exactly as I had done to him that first night.

Our dicks rubbed together in the slippery, soapy water, just as our chests
came together to do the same, and our lips met in our usual, passionate
kiss. Chad's fingers were like heavenly blessing as they traced my muscles
up and down my back and arms. I did the same to Chad, bringing my hands up
and into his hair. Chad scooped up handfuls of water and poured them over
my back, giving me a warm sensation that only strengthened the passion of
the moment. I did the same to him.

All the while, Lucy lay on the floor in the bathroom, curiously watching us
bath and love each other. Eventually, bored with not getting her own
attention, she laid he hea don the hard tile floor and drifted into a nap.

By this time, Chad and I were grinding into each other with enough force to
make the water in the tub splash around a bit. Chad leaned back a bit to
make room for his hands as he began to caress my chest and abs.

"You're pecs are bigger," he said. "And your abs look tighter."

"The team has been working out harder as we get closer to the state
championships."

Chad continues his worshipping of my muscles. He coaxed me to put my hands
behind my head and began to gently squeeze my biceps, which I flexed in
response. He traced the round shape of my arm muscles and then followed the
groove under the muscles back into my armpit, then up to my deltoids,
squeezing them gently.

"God, Chris, your body is so perfect. I want to be strong like you." Chad's
eyes were fixed on my muscles. This whole time, we both continued to gyrate
in the water, our cocks mashed together.

"You're strong too, Squirt. You body gets hotter everyday."

"I want to be stronger, like you Chris. I want to be able to defend myself
if I need to. I want to work out more and get big and strong like you,"
Chad explained. "Will you help me?" he begged.

"Anything you want, little bro. I would love to work out with you. Tell you
what... As soon as the winter break is over, you can start jogging in the
mornings with Mom and I.  She wants to get better about doing that
too. Then, in the evening or weekends, I can usually get into the gym at
school, and you and I can lift weights together."

"And swimming," Chad said.

"But you don't usually like to..." I began.

"I want to swim with you," Chad interrupted. "I know I will never be as
good, but I love to see you in the water. Just being there with you would
be awesome."

"Sounds great, bro." I said with a huge smile. Chad in the water with me,
in my world, in that place where everything makes sense and the simplicity
of life is all too clear.  Sharing that with Chad would almost be better
then sex. Okay, so maybe not BETTER, but good all the same.

And still, we were grinding out cocks together. We both wrapped our legs
around one another and squeezed close together, our bodies slithering and
sliding against each other, our lips and tongue expressing a love deeper
than any other for each other. Our breathing became heavy and our kissing
became more heated, more passionate, less neat and tidy. Before long, we
were licking each others faces and necks, panting and moaning. We were so
hot, I thought the water might start to boil.

Then we came to climax together.

"Oh GOD, Squirt, I'm gonna blow!"

"Me too, Bro!"

Our bodied began to quake, water slapping against us both and splashing
onto the floor and we both moaned into each other mouths, trying so hard to
hold our kiss as we came into the warm water. I could not believe the feel
of our orgasms shooting into the water and mixing with the soap, making us
both temporarily slimier before the water washed our mess away.

We continued kissing and stroking each other's bodies for several minutes,
until we heard the door upstairs and knew Mom was home.

* * *

We spent the better part of the evening peeling potatoes, cleaning the
bird, setting the table, and straightening up the house for the company we
expected.

The next day was as good as it could be without Dad. The dinner was lovely
and everyone had a great time. We sat around listening, to my surprising
delight, to Mr.  Harris' hunting stories, and Mrs. Ward talking about her
days when she was in the theatre. I had forgotten for a long time that
Mrs. Ward had been an actress on Broadway when she was still a young thing.
Now in her 70s with not children (her and Mr. Ward could never have any),
and no living family, she must get lonely and love being able to tell her
stories.

The coolest part was that my little bro already knew all her stories. Mrs.
Ward had apparently regaled him while they were gardening together on
Saturdays.

Mom's turkey was absolutely perfect. Mr. Harris had cheated and brought
more then he was supposed to. He had apparently stopped at some restaurant
and brought a sweet potato casserole, a green salad, fresh cranberry sauce,
and a soup made from squash that was delicious. Chad's corn tasted almost
as sweet as he did, and Mrs. Ward's pies were to die for.

We started our meal at noon, which had always been our tradition, so we
were done eating and visiting by around 3pm, at which point our guests
excused themselves, taking leftovers with them.

It was after the left that I had to face something I had been avoiding for
110 days.

"Can we go visit Dad?" was Chad's question.