Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2006 22:41:32 -0700
From: Boy Writer <npwriterboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 7

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.

NOTE TO READERS: I have changed portions of this chapter and reposted
it. If you have read it before, some parts are different. I am trying to
rekindle my inspiration to write after a long summer of personal and family
tragedies.


All For Chad

Chapter 7


That first day back to Point Loma High School was very awkward. With my
dad's passing only a month before, the wounds were still raw and tender. I
was not even excited about being a junior, an UPPER CLASSMAN finally. The
year before it had seemed so important to be a junior, but now it seemed so
trivial. When you've lost someone who you looked up to, who you assumed
would always be there, it does something permanent to you. I was only
beginning to see how Dad's death had changed my life, and Mom's and Chad's
lives. I read in a book many year later, "You never know about a family
until it loses one of its members." I appreciated the simplicity and truth
of that statement when I read it. At 16, I was only beginning to live the
truth of that statement. Although I could never have known it then, Dad's
death was preparing me for dealing with the other losses that would
inevitably come in my life, as they do in everyone's. I guess losing Billy
back in February had also been part of preparing me. It's so hard to put my
finger on what changed for me that year I turned 16, but I knew even then
that the course of my life was moving in a different direction than it was
the year before.

Allen and Ricky stayed close to me in and between classes all day, as if
keeping a watch on me to make sure I was okay. Of course, word had spread
about my dad, and both students and teachers came up to me all day asking
if I was okay and how Mom was doing. Their condolences served to remind me
how much grieving I still had to do. I still could not get my head around
the fact that he was really gone. I spent several silent moments throughout
the day thinking about how he would not be at dinner that night to hear
about how the first day of school had gone. I wondered if Chad was at his
school thinking about the same thing and feeling just as empty and lost.

And yet, there was this thread of pure passion in me that I had not ever
felt before. I had knots in my stomach and my head was spinning all day
long, so that I could barely concentrate in my classes. I kept finding
myself with this dumb smile on my face throughout the day. Some of my
friends even asked if I was okay, wondering why I was so amused with
myself.  Worst of all, except for the moments when I was most sad telling
people about Dad's passing and his funeral, I had an unrelenting hard on
all day. I knew that all these knew sensations were the result of Chad and
I giving in to our desires the night before. My feelings were
simultaneously delightful and agonizing.  I remember feeling a little like
this over Billy, but with Chad it was somehow much different, much
deeper. I guess at that age I did not know everything about love yet, but I
wondered if that's what this was.

Naturally, all these mixed emotions began to scare me quite a bit. Was I
falling in love with my brother? What a ludicrous idea... He's my brother,
of course I love him, but was I feeling something different now? Had we
done something horribly wrong? Had we ruined our relationship as brothers?
I found myself struggling with these thoughts, finding no answers, and
eventually pushing them from my head in an effort to focus on my classes.

* * *

At lunchtime, my swim team had a short meeting to discuss plans for the
season. We would have a short practice on Thursday after school that week,
and then go into full practice sessions after school Monday through
Thursday beginning the second week. The swim season started in October, so
it was important that we get back in the pool ASAP. Coach Markins announced
that Allen would be the new captain. I remember feeling kind of sad, as
everyone had expected I would be the captain. But, after Dad's death, I
didn't swim the whole month of August and I had called Coach about a week
before school started to tell him I was not ready to have that kind of
responsibility this year. I actually did it out of fear, but Coach told me
it was a mature decision to focus on my family and not to take on too much
right now. He said he was proud of me.

The meeting was a lot less interesting without Pete there. He had started
at San Diego State that year and was already on the varsity swim team
there. He always brought a lot of heart to the PLHS team. He was so
invested in seeing each of us do our best -- he really was an excellent
captain. I had promised myself the year before that I would be the same
kind of captain. Allen was a great swimmer and a great leader, and he
definitely deserved the position. I was proud of my friend. But, we all
knew his style would be more strictly business. It would be good for the
team, but we would also need someone to keep morale up. At least, I knew I
would after everything I had been through.

Coach's last announcement was that our first swim meet would be against San
Diego High on October 13. We were all looking forward to this, as SDHS was
out biggest rival. Of course, we had more raw talent, but a lot of their
swimmers were hard workers who practiced like crazy. I never liked
practicing that hard. It's probably the reason I was never interested in
following Mom's footsteps into the Olympic realm. I loved swimming. Being
in the water always made me feel good about myself - it was as if I
belonged in the water. But, I knew if I had to work as hard as Mom did to
get into the Olympics, it would turn a beautiful thing into a task.
Practicing with the team and competing in meets was about coming together
and enjoying healthy competition. If I lost a race, it never ruined a meet
for me. Just being there was exciting for me. I knew that making it more
serious than that would take something away from it for me.

As our meeting was ending, Allen and Ricky came up to me looking like they
had a scheme developing.

"Hey, Benton," Ricky said with a fake look of seriousness. "You bring your
Speedo today?"

"No, I knew we wouldn't be practicing." I looked at him, trying to read his
eyes. "What are you cooking up, Ricky?"

"Well," Allen interrupted. "Coach says he is going to have the pool open
after school, and we though maybe we could all get a few laps in, just to
start the year of right."

They both stood there quietly awaiting my response.

"I guess it has been a while. But I don't have anything to swim in."

"Oh, come on Benton, I always have an extra Speedo in my bag." Ricky was
always prepared to swim. He would have brought Speedos in his backpack
while climbing Mt.  Everest.

"Somehow I am not surprised. Are they clean, you disgusting pig?" I asked
as I leaned over pretending to smell him, then pinching my nose. It was the
first laugh I had really had all day, and it felt good. I was thankful to
have them there with me.

Ricky lifted his arm and sniffed his armpit, the wrinkled his nose and
looked somewhat concerned.

"God, I guess I do smell bad." With that he kept his arm up and tried to
come towards me, as if forcing me to smell him again.

I darted away, shouting, "Oh Jesus, I think I might pass out!"

"Go to hell, Benton!" Ricky chased me for a minute or two across the
lawn. I was saved by the bell, as it went off announcing the end of
lunch. We had five minutes to get to class.

"My Speedo's are always clean, you creep!" Ricky said, as he stopped
chasing me trying to catch his breath. Ricky might have been faster than me
in the pool, but I still had longer legs and could outrun him on land.

"Hey dude, I just don't want any of your crabs or anything. Lord knows
where you have put that thing!" I looked down at his crotch.

I was surprised to see he was bulging a bit, and I continued staring for
about a second longer than I probably should have. My attention was
diverted when Ricky put his hand over his crotch and gave it a squeeze,
right there on the front lawn!

"See something you want Benton?" Ricky teased me.

I looked up for a minute, wondering if he knew my secret, wondering if he
would tease me if he really knew.

"No, thanks, Ricky," I uttered nonchalantly as a smile spread across my
face and I started to walk towards my next class. "I ran out of antibiotics
last week. I better not take any chances." With that, I took of running,
knowing Ricky would be on my heals.

"You asshole!" he shouted, chasing after me as we left poor Allen gathering
his books, laughing at us like a parent would his unruly children.  Of
course, I made it to class and had my seat before Ricky got there. But, he
didn't pass up the opportunity to thump me hard with his hand on the back
of my head, causing me to laugh for a second before regaining my
composure. Some of the other students were looking, as if trying to
determine what a boy who had lost his father had to laugh about. I didn't
mind. I needed SOMETHING to feel normal.

* * *

After class, Allen and Ricky and I met in the locker room and changed
quickly. Ricky had his uniform Speedo, which was maroon with a big white
number on the butt, and another in blue. I borrowed the blue, pulling it up
over my hips and taking a towel from the shelf in the locker room before
racing the guys out to the pool.

I hit the water off the platform and glided beneath the surface. I felt
instantly comforted. I swam the first length on one breath completely under
the water. It was only about 30 seconds, but the silence under the water
was much needed. The events of the last month came back to me. I flashed on
the call from Mr. Harris, then on the hospital and the funeral parlor, and
finally the parade of people coming to our home in those weeks. I felt so
empty and so sad, but somehow being in the water made it okay. The few
tears I knew were welling up in my eyes were washed away by the water. It
was like taking a bath. The water was cleansing me.

I came up for air only a brief second before plunging back into my
cleansing water and heading back to the other side, still staying under the
surface in my solitude. On the trip back, I pictured Mom the night she had
finally got me to cry, and I remembered how safe it felt to finally break
down in her arms. Then, I pictured Chad crying in the doorway of my room,
and then sleeping peacefully in my arms. I was more sure in that moment
than ever that Chad and I had both wanted what had happened, that we had
both needed it. And, somehow, I knew it would all be okay.

I can't explain how, but something about those few moments alone under that
water made sense of things. Of course, I was still sad over Dad being gone,
and I was still confused about what had happened with Chad, but somehow it
all seemed to have a reason, and it was okay if I didn't know the full
reason just then. This was what I loved about swimming. You could be alone
with your thoughts, sliding through this magical substance that they say
gave birth to all the life on earth.  Water had shaped the face of our
planet, patiently and with a resolute power that I thought was so
awesome. The water would not leave you, it would not judge you. If you
respected it and its power, it would respect you and yours. It would just
be there for you whenever you were ready to get back in. I was home!

When I came up for air, Allen and Ricky were waiting at the edge of the
pool, watching me.

"God damn, Benton," Allen said. "The way you move through the water is
unbelievable." He had a look of awe on his face, like he had never seen
someone swim before, like he hadn't done it a thousand times himself.

"It's like you're making love to it, dude," Ricky said, only half joking.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, both of you! We gonna race or what?" I climbed out,
taking my block as they followed suit.

"What will it be, Captain," I asked looking at Allen.

"Gentleman," Allen said with his most serious expression, "I think in honor
of Mr. Benton's love making, it is only fitting we do the breast
stroke. 200. Ready?"

"You would," I said indignantly.

The breast stroke was Allen's specialty, which as I have said before, gave
him the chest of a Greek god. It was the only event Allen could beat Ricky
and I at, and we all knew it. But, it wasn't about who won. It was about us
being together. It was about them showing me support and love in the only
way we boys could at that age, without things getting uncomfortable for
them. So, we swam.  We swam for over an hour, trying various events. I lost
every one, but I was so overjoyed to be back in the water, back with my
friends. I felt like Dad would be proud.

* * *

I got home just after five. The landing where the stairs came up from the
garage opened into the dining room, which is where I found my family. Chad
was at the table doing homework and Mom was cooking some chicken. Chad
looked up at me. He had a look on his face that I recognized
immediately. He was feeling guilty about the night before, and maybe even
confused. When I looked to Mom, I realized he was also worried about her.

Mom had a way about her that you could always tell how she was
feeling. Even by looking at her back and the way her hair was uncomfortably
placed, and the way her shoulders were held... It was obvious she was
having a bad day. I dropped my backpack and jacket on the chair closest to
me and walked over to Mom, coming up behind her. I quietly wrapped my arms
around her and put my chin on her shoulder.

"It's going to be okay Mom. We're going to be okay." I pulled her unto a
hug tightly. "Dad would want us to try to move on and be happy."

"I know, Son," She said, turning around to hug me properly. I could tell
she had been crying. I hugged her a moment. Chad got up from the table and
came over, putting his arms around both of us.

"Mom, I know how hard it has been, but we have to remember we all have each
other." The words just sort of came out, like I had reached some
enlightened understanding of thing after my afternoon in the water. "We
need to stick together no matter what. Dad is still here, you know, and we
can remember him with smiles too."

"When did you start sounding so much like him, anyway?" She looked up at me
with pride in her eyes.

It was the first time I think I realized that she had to look up to me,
that I was taller than her.  Standing there, holding her and Chad, I felt
sort of fatherly. I felt like I had to protect them, take care of them.

"More importantly, how come your hair is wet, young man?" She said,
apparently trying to change the subject. Still, I could tell by her eyes
that she had heard what I said.

"The guys and I went swimming." I said, beaming like I did the first time I
crossed the pool without Mom's help.

"Makes a lot of things better after such a long time away from it, doesn't
it?" It was first time I felt like Mom really understood what the water did
for me. I guess I had always assumed she felt the same way, but she had
made swimming such a serious part of her life that I was never sure.

"Yeah," I said smiling like we were sharing some truly connected, almost
psychic moment.

"Let's eat, boys," she said, grabbing the plates from the cupboard. "We
have lots to discuss."

With that we sat down to dinner. Mom immediately lead off where Dad would
have, as if conducting a meeting. It was to be the first of many 'dinner
meetings' the three of us would have over the years. Before, Mom and Dad
had always made the big decisions, just the two of them. It seemed that Mom
had decided we would all make the decisions now.

"Well, first of all, how was your first day back, boys?" Mom looked back
and forth at Chad and I, waiting for what she knew would be some
interesting stories.

"Oh Mom, it was so cool. It's so cool being an eighth grader now," Chad
said with excitement.  "I'm a big kid now, and those little seventh graders
have to be nice to me.  Oh, and guess what?! I am going to try out for the
soccer team at school. Tryouts are this weekend and the season starts right
away. I have to buy uniforms, but I am willing to earn the money for
them. Mrs. Ward said I could help her with her gardening and she would pay
me $5 an hour. Oh, can I, Mom?" Chad was so excited. It was great to see
him so passionate about a sport. After all, he was the bookish one!"

"Of course, sweetie," Mom said smiling. "I am so proud of you. Did you make
any new friends this year yet?" She leaned forward onto her elbows to make
sure Chad knew she was listening intently.

"Well, uhm, yeah..." Chad said, looking at me as if he did not want to talk
in front of me.

"Tell us all about it," Mom said.

"Oh, well... There's this new kid who transferred in. His name is Gary
Jordan. His family just moved from Boston, and he is really cool."

Laughing, Mom said, "I'm sure Gary is VERY cool. Tell us more about him,
sweetie."

"He's so cool, Mom. He is fun and laughs a lot. He plays soccer too. He's
got blonde hair just like mine. Oh, and he has a really cool bike. He wants
to go riding this weekend if you say it is okay."  Chad was beaming at his
new potential social life.

Chad went on about Gary with a twinkle in his eye that I recognized. It was
the same one I had the first time I described Billy to Mom. I felt a sudden
weight in my stomach. I guess if my brother really was gay, he was going to
want a boyfriend eventually. But, so soon?  We just started to explore. I
wanted to show him so many things. He couldn't be ready to move on and
explore with someone else after only one night, could he? I guess I was
jealous for a moment. But, then I realized how silly that was. What did
some other 13 year old have over a big brother? How could this Gary compete
with the years Chad and I had? Besides, I'm not stupid.  It's not as if
Chad and I could ever be anything but brothers. In fact, it's not even
something I would have wanted. He needed friends, but he needed his brother
too. I shook myself from my jealousy as Chad finished his story.

When it was my turn, I told Mom about the team meeting and Allen getting
captain. Mom agreed with the coach, saying it was mature of me to turn it
down, but that she knew I would be captain the next year. I also told about
my Trigonometry class, where we would be having quizzes every week
(YUCK). She laughed and offered to help me study.

Then it was time for Mom's agenda...

"Now, we have some things to figure out together. First, Chris, I want you
driving ASAP. We need another driver to help with errands, and such,
especially if you boys are both going to be in sports that compete in the
same season. I am paying a lot of insurance on that monster in the driveway
and I want it to get some use. So, once you get your permit, we can start
practicing and hopefully you can get your real license by November. Think
you're man enough for that?"  Mom said this with a wink, as if challenging
me to a friendly duel.

"Fine by me, Mom" I didn't need convincing. I had been looking at Dad's
black Land Cruiser for a week, wondering how soon I'd be behind the wheel,
cruising to school in style.

"And you, young man. What do you think," Mom looked at Chad, who seemed
confused at why his opinion was being sought. "We make all decisions
together from now on, boys... So, Chad, what do you think," she said
pointedly this time.

"Well," Chad thought for a moment, looking at me, then at Mom. "Will I get
rides to school? I hate the bus."

I laughed, reaching over to tossel Chad's hair. "Of course. I'll even pick
up you new girlfriend, Gary." I said with a girly tone, hoping he would get
my humor, and knowing Mom would not.

He threw me a dirty look, then turned towards Mom, as if ignoring me. "I
think having my own driver is a splendid idea, Mummy," Chad said, trying to
use a British accent.

"Good, it's settled then." Mom thought a moment. "Okay, now for the last
item on the agenda," she said, lifting her fork to her mouth. After taking
a bite and chewing a bit, she went on... "I have a new job. I went on an
interview today and I will be the intramural activity director at the YMCA.
It's only part time, but the money is good, and we could use a little extra
right now. I will still coach the girl's team at your school, Chris. This
new job is a weekend thing and will require a lot of long hours. You boys
would have to be on your own on weekends and take care of feeding
yourselves, even for dinner, as I will be getting home after 7 pm on
Saturdays and Sundays."

"Mom, I can get a job. If we need money, I can get a job." I was worried to
hear her say we needed the money. I thought Dad had left us in good shape
financially, though I was not listening very well when the will was read.

"No you will not, and that's final," Mom said with a stern tone. "Your job
is going to be going to school and helping me to take care of your
brother. And, I am going to need both of you to do more chores around here
to keep this house together. I want to do this. And don't worry, we are far
from the poor house! So, what do you think boys? Are you in?"

"We're in!" we both exclaimed.

"You can count on us, Mom," I said with assuredness.

"Great! Now, you boys go do your homework while I wash these dishes."

As mom got up from the table to clear her plate, Chad started to rise as
well. I put my hand on his thigh, indicating he should wait. He sat down,
looking nervous again. I think we both knew we were going to have to deal
with this eventually. I leaned over, whispering in his ear.

"We need to talk, Squirt," I said in a comforting tone. "Stay in my room
again tonight?"

"Sure, but..." Chad started.

"Shhhh, everything will be fine. I just want to talk. Make sure how we both
feel about it" With that I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek while Mom's
back was turned. Chad smiled.

* * *

At around 9 pm, Mom yelled down from upstairs that she was going to bed and
said goodnight. We both hollered our goodnight's from our rooms. Within
minutes, Chad was at my door in his briefs.  This time, much to my
surprise, and to my dick's delight, he was wearing his green briefs with
white elastic and piping. The green complimented his gorgeous eyes. His
hair was messed up, probably from playing with it absently, as he did when
he studied his schoolwork. I could tell he was already starting to get hard
by the bulge jutting out from his crotch.  Even thought it had been in my
mouth only 24 hours earlier, his dick seemed new and mysterious, and I felt
like I had not seen it in ages, like I missed it. It seemed so big on his
little frame and made him seem so much older and more manly.

As I looked up and my eyes met Chad's, he had a distinctive look on his
face. It was a mixture of nervousness, hormones, and mischievousness. I
could tell he liked that what we had been doing was a little bit bad. A
smile spread across my face. He looked so beautiful, so full of sexual
energy,

He was much more human than the little baby behind a pane of glass I vowed
to protect as a child, more grown up than the toddler I helped potty train,
and more confident than the boy I supported in the water his first time in
a pool. If it was possible for a 13 year old to look like grown Greek god,
Chad did. But, there was something else... something frightening... Chad
also looked.....  INOCCENT. Suddenly, the guilt I had felt earlier in the
day came back to me ten fold. How could I have done what I did? How could I
be sitting there with a hard on dying to do it again? How could I let this
happen to my little brother? Surely he was not ready for everything that
came with what we were doing. On the other hand, I was exploring a great
deal by that age.  Maybe we Benton boys just matured quickly. Looking back,
I know only that that moment was bittersweet. I wanted to preserve Chad's
innocence and purity, and yet I had already lead him beyond that. I wished
for a moment to rewind to the night before and do something different,
something... something...  different.

"Oh, Squirt... You look great, but I think we should talk. Come over here
and sit with me... Just sit," I said, patting the spot on the bed next to
me.

Chad's face sank, like he was in trouble. His shoulders sank and he looked
at his feet as he walked over and sat next to me. His body shook slightly
and I cold see he was fighting back tears. I was fighting back my own, but
I imagined for different reasons.

"You look sad," was all I could say.

"You don't want me anymore. I'm too young, too little, and I am your
brother." Chad began to cry quietly. He looked like his heart was
breaking. I wanted to make him feel better, to make his pain go away, but
if I gave in, I was so afraid of what might happen. Tonight seemed so much
more serious than the first night. The night before, we gave into the
passions of two horny young boys.  Tonight, if we did it, it would be
something more. I thought for what seemed like eternity before I responded.

"It's not that I don't want you, Chad. I do. I want you so much, I can't
think about anything else.  But, I am scared." I looked down at him. I
wanted to comfort him, to hold him, but somehow even that seemed wrong
now. "A brother should teach you stuff and be there for you, but not like
that, Chad. At least, that's not how its supposed to be... I don't think."
I felt so stupid saying it, having spent so many years dreaming of Billy
and Jack, and finally having them both and seeing how close they were and
how they loved each other. Billy wasn't hurt by that, so why was I so
scared? But, I WAS SCARED. "I'm just scared," I repeated.

"I am scared too," he said. "I know it's supposed to be wrong, but it was
so cool. I never felt so good. I am afraid you are going to say we can't do
it again."

"So, you are saying you want to do it again?" I asked, studying his
expression.

"Oh yes! Every night, if we can!" Chad looked excited again. His breathing
began to speed up and he wiped his tears away, looking up into my eyes. "I
won't tell anyone, Chris. You didn't make me do it, I wanted it. I wanted
it a long time. I wanted since I was a kid in some ways. I guess it wasn't
about sex until last year."

"Last year?" I asked.

"When mom got us our internet connections and my friends showed me how to
look at dirty pictures." He seemed excited to tell me, like it was some
dirty secret that I had not already taken advantage of myself. "I looked at
pictures, and then I found stuff about guys having sex and how they do
it. That's how I found out I am gay. That's when I started to want you."

"The internet, eh? So that's how you knew what to do in bed?" I smirked,
shocked again by how smart Chad was and her well he seemed to have thought
things through. I almost felt like he had rehearsed what to say to talk be
back into this, and it was working. "Well," I went on, "at least you were
learning by reading it and not by doing it with some dirty old man."

"Who needs a dirty old man when you can have a hot older brother with a big
dick?" With that, Chad took the initiative and tackled me, making me fall
back with his body on top of mine. "I want to Chris. I really want to."

Chad leaned down. His lips found mine, and he began kissing me softly. Our
tongues found each other and before long, we were thrashing around my bed
in lust again. I could feel his hard dick pressing into the front of my
jeans through his sexy underwear. God, I wanted to stay in that kiss
forever, and I think he did too, but there was more to say...

Now on top of Chad, pulling away from our kiss, I looked into his eyes.
"Well, I want that too. But, I don't want you to get hurt. If you are
feeling confused or guilty about last night, we should talk about that, not
just about how you wanted it to happen. Bro, I don't want to show you
things you aren't ready for. There's a lot of feelings that come with doing
it, and sometimes its hard. It might be harder since we are brother. I
think it is so cool you want to learn and explore with me, but not if it
will ruin us being brothers. Are you feeling anything? Are you feeling
guilty?"

"No," he said. Then, as if he was reading my mind again, "are you, Chris?"

"Honestly," I said, "yes, I was feeling guilty today. It's like I said
already... I am your big brother.  I am supposed to guide you and teach you
and protect you. I am afraid if we keep this up, you might feel like I was
not being a good big brother anymore."

"I don't want things to change. If you think it will, then I guess we
shouldn't." Chad's eyes were starting to well up again. He looked rejected.

"Well, what do you think Chad? This is about both of us. We both need to
agree."

"I don't feel like it will hurt things. I feel better after last night,
really. I was so sad about Dad, and I still am, but now I feel like we have
something that makes me happy too. Is that wrong?" Chad's tears stopped as
he looked into my eyes.

"No, it's not. I feel the same way, Squirt," I said with a smile.

Chad smiled and blushed a bit.

"You still love when I call you that, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "but not in front of anyone else. Only when we are alone."

"Deal," I said, laughing softly. Then, getting serious again, "are you sure
about all this?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he said.

"Okay. Then, here's the deal. I won't bring this up again, unless one of us
feels like something has gotten weird and we need to talk, okay?"

"Okay," he said. "Now, can I keep kissing you or what?"

I smiled, then suddenly reached down and poked Chad in the ribs. He
immediately broke out into hysterical laughs. Then, he launched himself up
in the air, landing on top of me. Without a word, we were back in our kiss,
groping and clamoring like hungry animals. Chad's hands were under my shirt
within moment, pulling it up, stopping a moment to pinch both my
nipples. We broke our kiss for just a split second while Chad pulled my
shirt over my head, but I did not even get it completely off before we were
on each other again. Now, with my arms pinned behind my head, still stuck
in my t-shirt, Chad pinned me down and spread his legs on either side of my
hips. He began rotating his hips, rubbing his hot groin into the front of
my bulging jeans. I thought my zipper was going to burst. Before I knew it,
my shirt was on the floor and Chad was tearing open my jeans and peeling
them and my briefs off, throwing them on the small couch in front of the
fireplace across the room.  Before I knew it, Chad's teeth were chewing
tenderly on my right nipple, while his hands were gliding over my throbbing
cock.

"Oh, wow, Chad. You are unbelievable." I was even more shocked than the
first night at my little brother's skills. "You learned THAT on the
internet?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," Chad mumbled with his lips still glued to my nipples.

I made a mental note to talk to Chad later about creeps on the internet and
being careful.

Chad lowered himself to my cock, taking it into his mouth as he had before.
Soon, his head was bobbing on my dick and his drool was pouring down onto
my balls and my hole.  He brought his hand up and began massaging his
saliva into my balls and ass. It felt like heaven, as I threw my head back
and moaned loudly. It was as if he knew as my brother just how to touch me.

"Oh yeah, Squirt. Don't stop. You're gonna get me close really fast
tonight."

This seemed to encourage Chad even more, like it was a challenge. He sucked
even harder, taking me deeper into his mouth. Within seconds, my load was
building. With a silent gasp, I began to spray cum all inside Chad's
mouth. The taste of it seemed to make him happy, as I felt his lips trying
to smile around my cock. Just like the night before, he desperately tried
to swallow every drop. Before I could even finish my last spurt, I pulled
his face up and leaned down, kissing him deeply, some of my load still in
his mouth.

As we stayed in a passionate kiss, sharing my juices, Chad let out the most
beautiful sigh.

It was Chad's turn now and I wanted to show him as much pleasure as he
showed me. I reach over him, grabbing him by the legs, and spinning him
around. I put my hands under his green-cotton- covered buttocks, and lifted
him up so he was straddling my chest. I began pulling the front of his
briefs down under his balls and went about lapping at his completely
smooth, loose balls. The musky scent of his balls reminded me we had not
showered before bed, but I loved it. The smell was like a drug to me. I
buried my nose into his sack, smothering myself with his young manhood.

Chad had begun to stroke his cock with one hand, while stroking my hair
with the other. Then he shifted his position, putting his dick into my
mouth, as if taking command of me. It drove me crazy.  I loved this. He was
sitting on me. I was trapped, his prisoner. He could have done anything to
me at that point and I would have been his slave. Being controlled by him
that way made me suck harder.

I was suddenly hungry for Chad's ass and wanted him to know what it felt
like to be rimmed. I pushed him until he was standing on the bed over
me. Reaching up, I pulled his briefs down and dropped them on the pillow
next to me. I guided him to turn around, then reaching up and grabbing his
hips, I pulled him into a seated position on my face, his dick pointing
towards mine. His ass now above my face, I caressed his cheeks gently. I
felt the silkiness of his young smooth skin.  Unable to resist, I licked
his cheeks with my tongue. The velvety skin tasted so sweet. The light
aroma of his sweat urged me on.

Chad began laughing with delight. "That tickles. What are you doing?" I
could see his cheeks begin to tense up, and while it was sexy to see his
butt muscles flexing, it would not make my next move any easier.

"Shhh," I soothed him. "Relax. It's called rimming. You'll love it."

"That's what rimming is?!" Chad asked, his voice raised in shock. "That's
what they mean by rimming? But why would you lick someone's...."

"Shhhh," I interrupted. "Just trust me, baby bro. Will you trust me?"

Chad looked back over his shoulder toward his butt and into my eyes. "Of
course I trust you, Chris."

I reach up with both hand and began to stroke Chad's back and his upper
buttocks as I slowly returned to my licking, moving closer and closer to
his crack. Within second, Chad was laughing and squiring in the cutest way
possible and my tongue approached its goal.  And then, I hit my mark.

"HOLY SHIT!" Chad shouted.

"Shhh," I urged as I laughed, remembering the first time I had been rimmed
and how uncontrollably I had reacted. "You'll wake the neighbors."

"Oh my god, it feels so good. I never imagined.... Ooooohhhhhh!" was all he
could finish his statement with as I returned to my work.

I spent a good 20 minutes licking all around and inside Chad's hole. He was
completely hairless back there and so clean. I would never enjoy eating ass
as much as I did that night, mostly because of Chad's reaction. He spent
every minute of it thrashing out in pure ecstasy, moaning and begging for
more. The hottest part was the end result... After about 20 minutes of my
diligent devouring of my baby brother perfect toosh, the most amazing thing
happened.

"Oh, god, Chris. I think I am going to cum. Oh god... OH GAAAAWWWWD!"
Chad's back arched and his body tensed as I felt hot, thick, creamy globs
landing on my belly and my dick.  Chad was panting and laughing all at the
same time. "Oh my god, Chris," he was so excited, "I wasn't touching
it. How did that happen."

"You weren't touching it?" I questioned.

"No," Chad laughed. "How did you make it do that from back there?"

"I don't know bro, that's a first for me too. But it's pretty cool," I
said, very proud for my part in Chad's surprising eruption.

As Chad dismounted me and fell, exhausted, next to me on the bed, I began
smearing his load all over my belly and chest. Then, I brought my hand to
my mouth and licked his cum from my palm.  Reaching back down, I massaged
the rest of his spunk into my balls and my cock. Then, using his cum as
lube, I began stroking my dick furiously. I knew I was going to have to
shoot another load after all the excitement.

Chad began to stir again, looking at the scene . He crawled down and began
licking his remaining cum off of my balls, before taking them into his
mouth and sucking on them gently as I continued to stroke my thick meat.

The shot of pleasure coming from Chad's mouth made my orgasm build even
quicker. Before I knew it, I was coating my chest with my own load. Stream
after stream of my second load slashed onto my body. After I finished, I
released my dick. Without thinking, Chad moved his head up, taking my dick
into his mouth, cleaning his big brother's dick diligently.  My dick was so
sensitive, I giggled as he did this, but he refused to stop until my dick
was sparkling clean with his saliva.

Chad then reached to the floor, producing my t-shirt, which he used to wipe
my chest and belly clean, before reaching for the covers and burying us
both in a down-feather cloud and crawling into my embrace.

"See," Chad said in a raspy, weak voice. "I told you it wouldn't ruin
things. It's only going to make them better and better."

"I love you, Squirt," I said, already half asleep from the exhaustion. We
both drifted off to sleep, our breathing synchronizing as we slipped into
dream land.

* * *

Around 3 am, I awoke to realize Chad was not in bed with me. Sitting up, I
realized there was moonlight pouring through the door to my balcony, which
was open. The warm September breeze was blowing in, making the drapes fly
away from the open door in waves. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Chad standing
on my balcony, wearing MY briefs, looking up at the moon.

I watched for a moment, wondering if he was upset or something. I got up
from the bed, wrapping a sheet around me, and walked out onto the balcony,
standing behind Chad, not wanting to interrupt him until I knew if he was
feeling okay.

Chad reached back with both hands, as if he was expecting me, and grabbed
both of my hands with his. He pulled my hands on either side of him,
wrapping himself in my arms as the sheet fell from my body. There I was,
standing naked on my balcony, my arms around my beautiful, sweet little
brother. I leaned my head into his shoulder and he turned his head into
mine. We stood there in silence, no words needed, watching the moon and the
planes landing at Lindberg Field.