Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2006 17:36:41 -0700
From: Boy Writer <npwriterboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 3

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
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All For Chad

Chapter 3


My sexual adventures with Billy had made me much more curious about my body
and about sex. I had begun to have some really great fantasies. Most of the
time, my fantasies were about Billy with his older brother Jack. I had been
well aware of how attracted I was Jack, ever since Billy and I had had our
first sexual experience in Jack's room. Sometimes when I was masturbating,
and even a couple times with Billy, I would close my eyes and picture Billy
and Jack going at it. I always felt guilty about these fantasies, because
everyone is supposed to know that incest is wrong. And yet, at the same
time, it seemed so natural for two guys living under the same roof to
explore each other that way. As long as they both wanted it and it was not
hurting one of them, how could it wrong?  Well, at least, that is what I
told myself when I felt guilty about my fantasies. Naturally, all these
growing fantasies began to push my attention towards my little brother,
Chad.

Chad and I had always been close growing up. I took my role as his big
brother very seriously, even at three when I committed to protecting him
the day he was born. I remember the first time Mom let me hold him and help
feed him. I remember even when I was in elementary school and he was still
a toddler, I would rush home from school to read to him, even though I was
just learning myself. I was there for his first steps and his first words.

Mom and Dad even assigned me the official potty trainer. I remember when
they put the potty training chair I had used when I was a baby back into
the bathroom on the third floor of the house, next to the kitchen. I
remember the first days when I would watch intently looking for any signs
that Chad had to use the bathroom. Then, I would grab his hand and lead him
into the bathroom and stand proudly with my arms folded the way Dad did
when he was being serious.

"Chad, sit here when you have to go. This is how big boys do it," I
commanded, in a deep tone, trying to sound like Dad.

It took several weeks, and as I think of it now, my part was probably not
the most pivotal, but it meant the world to me that Mom and Dad included me
in the process of raising my brother.

When Chad started school, things changed a lot. I was in third grade when
Chad started kindergarten at the same school. That summer, Mom and Dad
finally moved Chad downstairs into the second room on the floor where my
room was. The room had been used for storage mostly before that. Mom and
dad had set up a bedroom at one end of the entertainment room before that,
so that they would be closer to Chad in case he got scared at night or got
sick. Him moving down next to my room was especially cool, because it meant
that our rooms were on the bottom floor of the house, while Mom and Dad's
room was on the top floor. Many a late night re-enactment of the latest
cartoon went on at night. My room had a double bed, which I had begged for
the previous year on my birthday and got despite protests from Mom and
Dad. It was way too big for me, but I would grow into it with time. Chad
had bunk beds in his room in case he had friends who would sleep over. We
would build forts on the bunk beds in Chad's room at night and gather all
out toy guns to wage war against each other. I was always the victor,
except when I would let Chad win, and dramatically act out my death,
clutching my chest and moaning as I fell to the floor. This was always the
best entertainment for Chad, as he would pounce on me, tickling me to see
if I was 'really dead.' We definitely became close during those late
nights.

When Chad started school, initially, Mom would walk us to the bus stop
together, but after a few weeks, she trusted me to take Chad by myself. Mom
had a serious talk with me that first morning.

"If I let you do this, you have to keep an eye on your brother. He is
little and not as confident as you were, Chris. He needs someone who will
keep him safe without making him feel watched. I am trusting you to watch
out for him and protect him, especially in the schoolyard. Do you
understand?" Mom looked at me with an earnest face, her lips pressed
rightly together.

"Yes Mom. I would never let anyone hurt Chad. I love him. I will take care
of him. I am a big boy now, don't worry Mom." I stood up from my chair to
emphasize my point. Mom smiled and hugged me.

So, I would walk Chad to the bus stop, ride the bus next to him, and walk
him into school and drop him off in his classroom before going to my own
each day for the four years we attended the same elementary school. After
that, when I went to junior high, Chad was old enough to get himself to
school. I remember at the end of each day when I would return to his class
to get him and he would bound out of his chair, screaming my name and
running to hug me. In just a short few hours, he had missed me so much. He
would drag me by the hand over to his desk to show me his drawings and how
he was practicing writing his letters. My friends were usually with me and
would roll their eyes, telling me we should go. I always ignored them. I
never went through one of those phases where I hated my brother. He never
went through one where he hated me either. It was kind of remarkable. In a
strange way, I always thought my buddies were crazy for not caring more
about their brothers and sisters.

At nights, when Chad had bad dreams, he never felt like climbing the three
flights of stairs to Mom and Dad's room. He would often come and wake me
up, telling me he was scared to be in his room.  Since my bed was big, I
would let him get in and sleep with me. We never touched when we slept, and
I never held him like Mom would have, but he seemed to feel safer with
me. Mom would often wake us both up in my bed, laughing as I told her Chad
had had a bad dream again.

My best memories from Chad's childhood were teaching him to swim. Mom was
already working at the local community center giving swim lessons. She
would take both of us with her 3 days a week after school. I was already a
good swimmer at 11, when we first started to bring Chad. Mom started him in
the pool much later than me. I was in the water as a baby.  Chad had been
prone to ear infections when he was a baby and Mom had gotten
overprotective, not wanting him in the water.  Teaching him to swim with
Mom will always be some of my best memories. I got to hold Chad up in the
water on his belly, my hands under his chest and waist, as Mom taught him
to kick. He took to it well, just like me, but he never had the ambition I
did for it. As I said before, Chad was always more the bookish type when we
were young. So, I became the star swimmer and he became the brain, except
for the couple years he played soccer. Of course, even I was never as good
as Mom, and would never have dreamed of following in her Olympic footsteps.

* * *

By the time Chad and I had grown, our play fights had morphed into watching
TV or playing video games late at night. Then, when Chad was 10 and began
to get curious about his body, we would talk about sex and anatomy. It was
all very innocent and never sexual.

With my increasing adventures with Billy and my constant fantasies about
him and his brother, I was beginning to look at Chad differently. We would
often share the bathroom on our floor in the morning before school. I would
shave my handful of whiskers while he showered, then he would pretend to
shave while I showered. I began to notice he was sprouting up and losing
his body fat. I felt guilty sometimes, as I would catch myself staring at
him, then feel guilty about it. The summer when I turned 14 and Chad turned
11 (our birthdays are both in July), he had decided to start playing soccer
in the after-school program. It was a surprise because he had never been
into sports.  But, it was good exercise and he took to it well. I think he
wanted to be an athlete like me, but wanted something that made him stand
apart from me. Whatever the reason, I was noticing the payoff. By Christmas
break, I was beginning to notice Chad's legs were getting sexy. His calves,
in particular were developing a nice shape to them. He had slimmed at the
waist and had a nice flat stomach from doing sit-ups and running at
practice.

I was in the shower one day, rinsing off after having jacked off and made a
big mess on the wall one day. I must not have noticed the door opening,
because I did not know Chad was in the room. I flung open the shower door
and stepped out, dripping wet with a semi hard on. To my surprise, Chad was
there brushing his teeth. To my greater surprise, he was buck naked and
seemed to be checking his manhood out in the mirror. The sink in our
bathroom is across from the shower at a 45% angle. Standing at the counter
at that angle, I could see Chad's entire ass and most of his dick.  It was
the first time I had seen him fully naked in a long time. He was beginning
to develop a small bush of blonde hair above his dick and had some small
armpit hairs jutting out form under his arms.  I stood there, frozen,
dripping wet, looking at my beautiful little brother.  As he bent over to
rinse and spit after brushing his teeth, his ass jutted out in my direction
and I could see just a glimpse of his hole. His ass had to be the most
perfect, round, smooth, beautiful thing I had ever seen. Even at 14, and
even though it was my brother, my dick could not resist coming straight to
attention and standing in its full 7 1/2 inches pointing straight at Chad's
hole as if telling me which way to go.

Just then, Chad turned around and looked surprised that I was just standing
there dripping. Then his eyes traveled down to my groin area and his eyes
got huge.

"Oh shit, Chris! It's huge." He looked in awe. I could tell his dick was
getting a little harder although I was sure it was nerves more than
anything. I realized I was staring at his dick and my mouth started to drop
open. Chad, seeing this, quickly cupped his hand over his dick and turned
red, looking away slightly.

I was suddenly shaken back into big brother land. I grabbed my towel and
covered myself.

"You should say something when you come into the bathroom so I know you are
here. And watch your mouth. Mom and Dad would have a cow if they heard you
say that kinda stuff." I folded my arms and pushed past him to the sink to
finish cleaning up.

Chad stood there silent for a moment, then get into the shower without a
word and showered in silence. He seemed in thought as he came out, his
towel already wrapped around him.

"Chris I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. We always share the
bathroom, so I just came in. Do you want me to wait until you are done from
now on?" Chad asked, as he was securing his towel even more, still looking
embarrassed.

"No, Squirt, it's okay. You have to understand, guys my age are different
than guys your age. We do things when we are alone that guys your age don't
do yet. I was just surprised." I tried to be serious, despite the desperate
urge I felt to look at Chad's nipples.

"Ha ha," Chad laughed. "If you are talking about you beating off in there,
I've known you were doing that for years. And I am not that young. You
talked to me about masturbation last year, don't you remember? I know how
to masturbate already." Chad thrust his chest out trying to look like an
older boy.

"Oh, I guess you are right," I said. I was beginning to get hard again and
decided I better clear the room before things got any more awkward.

"You don't have to wait outside. It's okay for us to share the bathroom,
just let me know when you come in so I don't make an ass of myself beating
off while you listen, OK?"  I asked with seriousness.

"I do understand," Chad said. "And I am sorry," he said, putting his arms
around me and hugging me. Chad's skin felt like silk against me. His hair
and skin smelled beautiful, but I suddenly felt so guilty.

I headed for my room to get dressed. I spent the rest of the day beating
myself up in my mind for thinking about Chad that way. I vowed I would
avoid being in a situation like that again. I stopped masturbating in the
shower and got Mom to buy us both robes to wear going from our rooms to the
bathroom.

* * *

I continued night after night thinking about Jack and Billy. I had
developed a rather detailed fantasy in my head that worked very well. I was
also getting closer to Billy. We had begun fucking on a regular basis and
professing our love to each other every time.

I think it was a Saturday when I found out the BIG SECRET. It was in
October of 1995, so I would have been 15 by then. My parents were seeing
the museums that day and I knew that Billy's parents were at their country
club. I decided I wanted to surprise him by going over to play, since we
had not expected to see each other that day. I had to ride my bike, since
my parents weren't around to drive me. It took me about 35 minutes to make
the ride, which was good time for a 6 mile trip that is mostly uphill. It
was right around 1:00 pm when I arrived.

I came in the back door, which was always unlocked. I knew Billy would be
home alone, since Jack was off to college for the term already. I was going
to call for Billy, but decided I wanted to really surprise him. I walked to
the top of the stairs, then hesitated, thinking of a devious plan. I
stopped, taking off all my clothes. My dick was already fully hard, and by
then fully grown at 8 inches, just thinking about fucking my boyfriend. I
walked to Billy's room and threw the door open, trying to pose sexy in the
doorway, but was surprised to see his room was empty. Was he home? I
thought I'd better put my clothes back on, just in case I had been wrong
with my information. As I was reaching down to pick up my clothes from the
landing where I had left them, I heard some muffled moaning coming from
Jack's room.

Oh Shit, I thought, Jack is home! Then I heard more noises from Jack's
room.  It sounded like the bed was squeaking. I couldn't resist, so I
walked over and pushed the door open slightly to peek in.  What I saw was
shocking.

There was Jack, sitting on his bed with his back propped on the headboard.
His legs were spread eagle and his dick was standing straight up. I was
surprised that mine was bigger. He was only about 7 inches, but about the
same thickness as me. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as he moaned with
pleasure. Of course, that was not the shocking part. The shocking part was
that the pleasure he was getting was coming from Billy, who was riding his
cock like a pro. His little brother, Billy! MY BILLY!

I wanted to be angry. I balled my hands into fists and decided I would go
in and rescue my beautiful Billy from his abusive brother. Just as I pushed
the door open a little more, I heard Billy.

"Oh God, Jack. I love your cock, big bro. Fuck me! Use my hole, bro!" Billy
was clearly having a blast. He wasn't being hurt. In fact, he was totally
into it.

I wanted to be grossed out, but my hands unclenched and I realized my dick
was still rock hard, and that I was still buck naked. Just then, I looked
and realized that Jack had been watching me. Billy's eyes were closed, so
he had not noticed me, but Jack had a smile from ear to ear, staring at my
dick.  Our eyes met and he silently mouthed the word 'huge' and smiled,
licking his lips. Unable to control myself, I reached for my dick and
started rubbing it and massaging my balls. Then Jack reached up pulled
Billy by the head down towards him, pulling Billy's head beside his so they
were cheek to cheek. Although I could not make out the words, Jack was
whispering something to Billy.

Billy's head suddenly flung around and he stopped bouncing up and down on
his brother's dick momentarily. Seeing me, he looked horrified. He started
to get off of his brother, but Jack held him in place. Billy began to cry.

"Billy, relax. He was going to find out eventually," Jack said. "Besides,
now we can just be honest."

Billy wiped his eyes, still sitting on his brother's cock, and looked over
his shoulder into my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I don't want you to be hurt. I love you so much, but I
love Jack too. He's the one who's been teaching me all the stuff I showed
you." Billy began to cry again.

Jack lifted Billy up and pulled his dick form Billy's ass, then scooted
over and stood up. He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't be mad at him," Jack said to me. "When you guys started getting
close a couple years ago, I told him we should stop, but he didn't want
to. Then, I insisted that he tell you the truth, but he was afraid you
wouldn't love him anymore." Jack looked at me, searching for my reaction,
still naked and hard, still smelling like Billy. "I'm gonna leave you two
alone and get a drink. Let me know if you need me, guys." Billy trodded
down the stairs, his tight hairy butt bouncing delightfully with each
step. It was more conversation than I had ever had with Jack. I surprised
at his tenderness and how concerned he seemed to be about me and Billy as a
couple.

I closed the door and walked over to Billy, who was covering himself with
Jack's bedspread. He looked like his whole world had ended. He looked
scared of what I would say.  I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about
my response. I was mad. I was jealous. I was hurt.  But, I was also turned
on. REALLY TURNED ON! More importantly, I was not that surprised. I had
already been suspicious of this for years. I had also been hoping and
praying it was true and dreaming that one day I would get to join in. What
reason did I really have to be mad?

"Billy, I love you. I am not mad. I just wish you felt like you could tell
me." I looked at him as his tears stopped and a smile started to spread on
his face.

"You don't want to stop being with me?" he asked.

"Of course not. But, what do we do now?" I looked into his eyes, as he
began to get a sinister look on his face.

"Well, maybe we could.... I mean, if you don't' think it would be too
weird... Well, it's just that I have been fantasizing about what it would
be like to have both the guys I love at the same time."  Billy looked
embarrassed for having told me the truth. He waited for my reply.

I stood up and stepped over to the door, opening it as Jack fell through
onto the floor. He'd obviously been listening at the door.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Jack said. "I was just worried that..."

I took Jack by the hand and helped him off the floor. I grabbed his head
with both hands and pulled him to me, kissing him hard and deep, shoving my
tongue in his mouth aggressively. He responded, returning the kiss. I could
feel his dick hardening and pressing against mine, which was still hard
itself.

Without any further word, Billy got up off the bed and walked over,
kneeling between us and taking my dick into his mouth. The pleasure I was
feeling was unbelievable.  My boy sucking my dick while his brother kissed
me. Billy began to switch back and forth, sucking one of us while stroking
the other, then switching off. Jack and I kept kissing, as if we were
making up for lost time. Somehow, I felt very natural being with
Jack. After all, we was the source of my stimulation for my first time. He
had also obviously been the teacher who had made sex with Billy so
awesome. I felt like we were already close.

Billy began to pull us both towards the bed. We obliged, falling in a heap
together on the bed. From there, things get blurry. There was a lot of
kissing, sucking, licking, holding, stroking, and squeezing that seemed to
last for days. It was like we had entered some other realm and time had
disappeared. At one point, Jack's tongue was exploring my ass, and I was
familiar with the technique, realizing he had taught it to Billy, who
taught it to me. I felt like I was relearning all my lessons directly form
the source. I was literally living my greatest wet dream.

Then, I was on my back, with Jack between my legs and Billy next to me.
Billy and I were kissing and Jack was sucking my dick. He commented more
than once at how big I was, which made me so hot. Here was a 20 year old
college stud telling me MY dick was big. Then, Jack came up and we shared a
three way kiss, which I had never considered in my fantasies, but made my
dick begin to pour out tons of precum. Jack then leaned into my ear,
whispering to me.

"So, I hear you've been fucking Billy, but you haven't let him fuck you
yet.  I think it's only fair you learn how to do both." Jack had a serious
look on his face. "Billy can be a little impatient when he fucks and might
get carried away. But, I can start you off gently if you trust me." Jack
looked into my eyes, kissing me again while Billy nibbled my ear.

I began to lift my legs, placing my ankles on Jack's shoulders. I watch
intently, never breaking eye contact, as Jack lubed his dick and his
fingers. He then began to press his index finger against my hole. I relaxed
myself, as I knew I would have to, as he entered me slowly and immediately
found my prostate, just as his little brother had a over a year earlier,
and gave me the same bolt of pleasure Billy had. Slowly, he added a second
finger, and after a few minutes, a third finger. I adjusted to each in time
and was really enjoying myself.

Jack then pulled his fingers from my hole and pressed the head of his cock
up against it. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"Just relax, Chris. It's going to hurt at first, but you will adjust. I
will go slow and only push when you tell me. Now, it sounds backwards, but
I want you to push out like you are trying to push my dick out of you. This
is how Billy learned. He wanted me to teach him so he could take your dick.
Now, let me teach you." Jack was so confident and so gentle. I was
surprised and understood why Billy wanted to be with him so much. "Ready?"
Jack asked.

"Yes." I said. Then turning my head, looking at Billy, "is this okay with
you?"

"Oh hell yes," Billy said, with a huge grin. He began to softly rub my
chest as Jack started to push.

Jack went slow, inching into me slowly. I winced in pain many times and
Jack had to instruct me to stop and breath. I was learning a lot from Jack,
both about being a bottom and a top. His soothing, gentle way and his
confident instructions made me so at ease. It was kind of sad that I had
not needed to do that with Billy, since he had already been instructed by
Jack.  But, now I was getting the same instruction, which somehow made me
understand Billy more and feel closer to him as well.

Within a couple minutes, Jack was fully inside me. He stopped then, looking
into my eyes and kissing me. While we kissed, he slowly began to withdraw
from me. He pulled almost completely out of me, then just as slowly pushed
back in. I was in simultaneous agony and ecstasy. But, after a few strokes
I was getting used to feeling my hole being invaded.

"Try going faster, Jack," I said, wondering if I could take it.

He obliged and I love it. Pretty soon, I was moaning and groaning, begging
for more and harder thrusts. Then, Billy decided to straddle my face and
sat slowly down, as I began to explore his insides with my tongue. His ass
tasted like Jack, which got me even more horny, and I began lifting my hips
off the bed, pushing into Jack as he pushed into me.

"Oh yeah, Chris. You keep that up and I will shoot for sure," Jack said.

Billy re-adjusted tilting his torso towards me, and sliding his dick into
my throat. I was being fucked in both holes by my boy and his bro. If there
was a heaven, and it wasn't at least a little like that, I was sure I did
not want to go.

Just then, both Billy and Jack started to moan loudly. Before I knew it,
Billy began shoot his load in my mouth, which I swallowed as I had man
times before. At that same time, Jack began slamming into me, screaming my
name, as I felt a warm, wet sensation inside. MY GOD!  I was taking loads
in both ends. My whole body surrendered to the boys as they filled me with
their loads.

After their orgasm ended, we all lay in a sweaty heap on the bed. Billy and
I were facing each other, cuddled together, while Jack was spooning me from
behind. I could feel Billy's hot breath against my chest, and Jack's
against the back of my neck. We all drifted off to sleep in each other's
arms.

My opinion about brothers being intimate had changed. It was only a matter
of time.