Date: Mon, 09 Oct 2006 00:40:04 -0700
From: Boy Writer <npwriterboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 8

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 8


Tuesday morning Chad and I woke up in bed together again. I was on my back
with his head resting on my chest. I lay still listening to him sleep for a
few minutes before deciding that it was time to wake him.

"Hey Squirt," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "We need to
get ready for school."

"Uuuuhhhhhnnnnn," Chad moaned. "Do we have to? Can't we be sick and stay in
bed all day?"

"It's only the second day of school, Squirt," I laughed. "We got to be
there."

"But this is more fun," Chad said, as his hand slid down, gripping my cock,
which had been completely hard since I woke up. "Come on, just quickly?"
Chad pleaded.

"Oh, you're killin me kid. Okay, quickly! What do you have in mind?" I
said, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Hmmm," Chad moaned in contemplation, his gorgeous green eyes only half
opened yet.

Then, without warning , his head slipped beneath the blankets and headed
straight for my dick. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around my dick
and taking it all the way into his throat. It was still unbelievable to me
that my little 13-year-old brother could get my whole 8 inch cock in his
mouth so effortlessly. I reached beneath the blankets, stroking Chad's hair
and moaning with encouragement for him. The gentle, persistent sounds of
Chad's slurping sounded like a symphony and his head traveled relentlessly
up and down on my rod.

Before long, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. Chad then threw the
blankets off of our bodies. I looked down to see that Chad had taken off my
briefs, which he had been wearing all night. He was fast at work,
masturbating his dick with fervor.

"Hey, Squirt, I can take care of that for you after you're done with mine."
I continued stroking his hair.

Chad lifted his head from my dick for just a moment to breathlessly
protest.

"No way, I can take care of both. But, tonight, you owe me big time!" With
that, his head was back on my cock. It was only a matter of seconds before
I was going to cum.

"Oh shit, little bro!" I said in a rasping, breathless voice. "You're about
to get a mouthful!"

Then I began shooting my huge load into his mouth. By this, Chad's third
time with my load, he was able to swallow every drop by greedily slurping
and swallowing without stopping. His mouth felt heavenly and his frantic
swallowing efforts felt better then any oral action I had ever gotten.

"Damn, that's great!" I grunted.

"My turn!" Chad shouted as I got up, straddling my chest.

Chad shot gob after gob of his white boy juice on my smooth muscular chest.
I caressed his hips and sides gently, running my hands up and down his
sides as he coated me with his semen. After he finished, he began to
shudder, as he always did, and started to lose his balance. To prevent him
from falling backwards, I pulled him towards me, causing him to collapse
into the mess on my chest. Chad's cum smeared between our bodies as our
lips found one another and we locked in a sensual kiss. We both could have
stayed that way forever, but

I glanced over at the clock. "Shit, we don't have time to get ready now!" I
said with a bit of panic.

"Well, let's shower together. We can both fit, can't we?" I would have
resisted on principle, but my gorgeous little brother knew just hot to push
my buttons, as he jumped off of me and started to walked to the bathroom,
wiggling his cute little butt to lure me.

Without a word, I leapt up, grabbing him by the hand like we were still
little kids, and drug him into the bathroom, thrusting both of us into the
shower. The water was hot, but Chad's body was hotter. We both grabbed
shampoo and began washing out own hair. After a few seconds, it seemed to
dawn on both of us that we were missing and opportunity here. We suddenly
reached out, massaging shampoo into each others hair.

Then, I reached for the soap and began soaping his body. We worked
ourselves into a struggle over the soap as we passed it back and forth,
soaping each other up. It was so exciting to have Chad's soapy hands and
fingers gliding up and down my dick and massaging my balls.  It was even
hotter when he reached behind me and his fingers began to work their way
into my crack. His soft little fingered tickled my hole and he cleaned me
thoroughly. In our recent adventures, Chad had not done anything to my
ass. I had no intention of asking him to, because I promised we would go at
his pace, but having his fingers on my hole just made it beg for more
attention. I wondered if he would give me the same treatment out of the
shower that night.

I gave Chad the same cleansing, soaping him up, and spending extra
attention to his genitals and ass, which he clearly loved. Finally, with
our bodies complete soapy, we began rubbing our bodies together. My cock
was sliding over his slat hard tummy, and Chad's dick found its way to my
thighs and he began fucking his dick between my legs, the way I had done to
him by accident on our first intimate experience two nights before.

We began kissing each other uncontrollably, our tongue aggressively
wrestling with each other.  Our breathing began to increase and I could
tell we were both going to be close again before long.  We continued our
frantic gyrations, sharing each other's breath and bodies as our ecstasy
continued to build. Within moment, our orgasms were building.

I went first, shooting a huge spurt of cum that soared up, sitting Chad in
the neck and dribbling down his chest. I was moaning, my eyes closed, my
head thrown back, almost in a trance.

"You boys okay in there?" Mom's voice shot through the passion from the
other side of the bathroom door like a knife. "You're gonna be late for
school!"

"Oh shit!" Chad whispered, as his hot load began to spurt out in between my
thighs, gluing them together.

"M-mom, we're fine," I said. "I, uhm, overslept and I am hurrying to get my
shower in!"

"Okay," She said, followed by a pregnant pause... "Is Chad still in there
too?" She asked.

Chad spoke up then, trying to sound like his mouth was full. "I'm brushing
my teeth," he mumbled.

"Okay, but you boys have missed the bus. I'll drive you both to school, but
you've got 5 minutes."

We both stood completely still, the water cascading over our naked, cum
soaked bodies. Once we heard Mom's footsteps going up the stairs, we let
out a sigh of relief, followed immediately by uncontrollable laughter. Of
course, I don't think Chad was as worried as I was. I had a feeling Mom was
on to us, judging by her tone at the door.

We rinsed off quickly, jumping out of the shower. After brushing our teeth
together and foregoing shaving, we sprinted to our separate rooms, throwing
on clothes as fast as possible. We hit the stairs at the same time, racing
each other to the top, each trying to push the other out of the way, like
we did when we were little kids. Laughing the whole way, we reached the top
of the stairs, me one length ahead of Chad. As I reached the top, Chad
inadvertently struck out with one last desperate attempt to catch me. His
hand accidentally landed on my ass, but of course we both liked it, and let
our guard down, flying into a far more intimate laughter.

Mom was waiting at the top of stairs, which scared the hell out of me. Had
she seen the one moment on the stairs that would give us away? We both
stood like soldiers, each of us turning several shades of red, waiting to
see what Mom's reaction would be.

She looked us over as if she were inspecting her troops. She had the
all-knowing mother look on her face and I thought for sure our new
adventures were about to come to a painful end. I could feel the lecture in
the car, about us being brothers and it not being right. I was trying to
decide if we should defend ourselves and try t say it was natural, of if we
should just let her be mad. I wondered if she would separate us by making
one of us move our room to the recreation room on the fourth level, just
half a flight of stairs away from her room. For a moment, I was so
ashamed. Then, Mom's face began to change into a more jovial one. She had a
bit of a devious grin, which of course made the same grin begin to spread
across my face (after all, I inherited that devious, sexy grin from
her). We were in the clear.

Mom stepped up, still grinning that grin, as she looked us over. She licked
he finger and stuck them into Chad's already gelled hair, straightening out
what she clearly felt was a misplaced hair. Then she came to me and started
to reach for my hair. But, realizing mine was too short to fix anyway, she
gave up, turning her attention to my polo shirt, adjusting the collar and
buttoning the first button. I was sure she knew I would be unbuttoning it
as soon as I got to school, but I obliged her in that moment.

"Woke up late my ass," she said. "You two were goofing around. This hour of
the morning is no time for shenanigans. Now, go get in the car," she said,
reaching for her keys on the dining room table.

The ride to Chad's school was silent. Chad sat in the seat behind me and
periodically, I felt his fingered trying to reach up my right side under my
shirt. Without a peep, I would reach down, twisting his fingers just enough
to hurt, but not enough to hurt a lot. He would pull his hand back quickly.

As we pulled up to Chad's school, there was a young man mulling about. Chad
seemed to get excited upon seeing this boy, who surprisingly looked like
some long lost twin of Chad's. It was actually uncanny how similar they
looked. He would easily have been mistaken for Chad's brother long before I
would.

"Gart!" Chad shouted, opening the door and sprinting from the car. He half
waved a goodbye to Mom and me, but it was clear we had watched him leap
into another world at warp speed.

I studied the two boys as we drove away. There was nothing sexual there,
but there was definitely already an intimacy, at least on my brother's
part. I felt that moment of jealousy again, but dismissed it as before,
reminding myself this kid was no threat to my brotherhood with Chad.

As we pulled away, I could sense a sudden tension building in the car. My
Mom and I were always close, as I have mentioned before. What I didn't say
is that she and I always seemed to know what the other was thinking. It was
always really cool when I was a kid, because it made me feel so close to
her. I had not properly anticipated what it would mean now that I had a
secret to keep.

"Chris, I need to ask you something," Mom said in her serious voice. I was
back to worrying for my life. Maybe her grin at the house had been a ruse
to keep Chad from noticing until she could get me alone to interrogate
me. She went on...

"I'm curious if you know where Chad slept last night. His bed was just as I
left it yesterday. I know he makes it every morning, which is more than I
can say for you, but this was different. The laundry was still stacked on
it neatly. I know he didn't sleep there. What's going on Chris?"

I looked over at Mom, desperately wanting to lie to her. I knew I could
never tell her the whole truth, but if I told a flat out lie, she would
know it. Then, she would assume the very worst, which would probably be a
less innocent version of what was really happening. I really didn't have
any choice.

"He slept with me Mom. He's been having bad dreams about Dad. A few nights
ago, I woke up with him crying in my doorway. He said he had been doing it
ever since Dad died, so I had him get in bed with me, and now he has been
coming over every night, like he did when we were little." I looked at Mom
trying to read her expression from a side view, as she focused on the road.

"Oh," she sounded relived. "That makes sense. I wondered if he was really
taking it as well as he seems to be." Then came the pregnant pause again. I
was wondering if I should say something or wait for her.

"You know, Chris," she said. "The thing is, you boys are older now, both
going through puberty.  Sharing a bed together is a lot different than when
you were little."

"MOM," I did my best to sound mortified, just like I had when I was 12 and
she tried to have 'the talk' with me.

"Well, Chris," she said. "You know I am right about this. Suppose one of
you boys gets excited when you don't expect it, or you a accidentally run
into each other in the night, and get...well, you know, an erection?"

"MOM!" My reaction was genuine embarrassment---not because she was wrong,
but because my mother had just erection.

"Oh Chris, come on... Now your father is gone, we have to learn to talk
about this stuff. It could be confusing for a boy. Well, actually, I am not
worried about you. I know you're not a virgin anymore." she said with a
very matter of fact tone, "But Chad..."

"WHAT?!" I yelled. "How could you...?"

She cut me off. "Chris, a mother knows these things. I can't tell you how,
but it's just an instinct. I wouldn't begin to guess at who it was with,
but I know you were already exploring things, even before we had 'the talk'
when you were 12." She paused, glancing over at me.  I was mortified and
defeated. I wasn't even thinking about Chad anymore. I couldn't believe she
had said that.

"I just want to make sure that Chad is okay and getting the guidance he
needs." Okay, now she was confusing me.

"Guidance?" I asked, looking confused.

"Chris, I know how boys work. He is sleeping in your bed with you, and if I
know the two of you, neither of you is wearing any pajamas. It is
inevitable that his body is going to react to that. I just want to make
sure it doesn't scare him. So, I want you to make me a promise."

"A promise?" I asked, realizing this conversation was going nowhere near
where I thought it was.

"If he asks questions or gets curious about his body or about sex, will you
be open with him, teach him what he needs to know, be there for him? He
needs to know it's normal and natural, and he needs someone he can talk to
about it. And, well, now that you father is gone..." She trailed off as
tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Oh, god, Mom, of course." I reached over, rubbing her shoulder as she got
control of her tears.

"Okay, good. Little brothers have to learn from someone older, and you're
the only man in his life now. When he is ready to be with someone, I want
him to be prepared." Now, even Mom began to look a little embarrassed, as
if maybe she realized the conversation was dragging into extra innings.

MAN? She called me a man. I never felt so proud in my life, my Mom called
me a man! Not surprisingly, I was also getting hard with all this talk
about Chad' pubescent needs. I decided to quell her fears and get this
conversation over as fast as I could.

"Well, Mom, you know... He's been curious for a while now, and he asks me a
lot of questions and I always tell him the truth. I would never mislead
him, Mom. Chad is the most important thing in my life, and I want to see
him grow up to be healthy and strong, just like you do. And, although I
know what you mean about Dad, it's not just because Dad is gone. I have
felt that way all my life. I would never mislead Chad. He knows where he is
going most of time, and when he doesn't he knows how to find out. And, I
will always be there for him. Nothing will ever hurt him as long as I am
around." My emotions overtook me a bit, and my voice began to shake a
little.

Just then, we pulled up to my school and Mom stopped the car. I did not
make any motions to get out at first, wanting to make sure our little talk
was over before I left it.

Mom turned to me, leaned over and gave me a hug, holding me for a few
moments.

"When did you get so grown up? Every time I think I am lost without your
father, you remind me how mature you are for your age and I feel like
everything will be okay."  She seemed to be sinking into me, as if she knew
I would protect her too.

"Everything is going to be okay Mom. Chad and I are both growing up faster
than you realize. The three of us can keep each other together and safe
now," I said. "Now, if we hug any longer, my reputation at school might be
at risk, you know," I said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Oh my gosh," Mom said, sitting back into her seat. "I'm sorry, honey. Get
to class, Mr. Popular!"  She said with a laugh.

As I was getting out of the car, I had a lost thought, and paused. "One
more thing Mom... Please don't tell him we talked." I so wanted to change
the subject. "He doesn't want you to worry, and I think he is a little
embarrassed about needing to sleep with someone else at his age. Besides, I
think it is helping him to be with me a right now. In fact, it's helping me
too.  We're both missing Dad a lot."

* * *

That night, Chad demanded his payback for his services rendered in the
morning.

Mom had gone to bed and I finished my homework just before Chad, so I
headed for a quick shower before bed. Chad and I had not made any plans to
be together that night, but I guess I just assumed he would come to my bed
when he wanted.  As I came out of the bathroom, still dripping a bit,
naked, and drying my hair, I saw the most beautiful sight in the world.

My bed covers were carelessly straightened up. It was only a slight
improvement over the mess I usually left it in. The door to my balcony was
open and the gentle, warm September breeze was blowing in as it had the
last few nights. Chad had turned off all the lights so only the moon was
providing visibility in the otherwise dark room. The moon cast its
beautiful blue tint onto the picture perfect scene of my little brother
waiting in my bed. He lay on his belly, his feet toward the bathroom door,
legs spread wide so that my view was primarily of his ass.  His head lay in
his folded arms. Chad's dick and balls were pointing down between his
legs---they were a beautiful sight to see in combination with his perfect,
smooth ass. As I came out, his head rose and turned just enough to look
back at me.

"You owe me." was all he said.

"How do I pay up?" I questioned, as I dropped my town and approached the
bed.

"Will you do that thing where you tickled me with you tongue?" Chad
requested, as he lifted his buns slightly off the bed to make sure I knew
where he wanted to be tickled. "What did you call it last night?" he asked.

"Rimming," I replied, finally reaching the bed and touching the bottoms of
his feet.

"Rimming," Chad repeated, pensively, as if studying the word.

I began to run my finger up Chad's calves, feeling the firmness and growing
size of them. I stopped to tickle the backs of his knees a bit, just until
he wiggled and moaned in protest. Then, I continued my way up his thighs,
gently caressing his silky smooth skin. As I reached the start of Chad's
buttocks, I lifted my hand up and just touched him with my fingertips, like
a piano player tickling the ivories. I moved my fingers in soft circles
while gently kneading the first flesh of my baby brother's ass.

Chad loved the attention, as he wiggled and moaned in delight. He flexed
his butt muscles repeatedly, as if showing it off to me. I could tell he
was beginning to learn how sexy he was and what power his body had over
me. I just hoped it would be a long while before he figured out that others
had noticed it too.

I moved my hand up his back, massaging and kneading his beautiful flesh as
I went. Slowly but surely I made my way to his shoulders. As I began to
massage Shad's shoulders gently, I leaned down over him, brining my dick to
rest on his ass and lowering my lips to his ear, which I began to nibble
on.

Chad lasted about 2 minutes before moaning in protest and wiggling his ass,
as if reminding me where my intended target was. Intently following my
little brother's bodily instruction, I made my way back down, finding his
ass. I kissed his cheeks gently, which made him giggle like he did when he
was a baby. Even today, the mere thought of his giggling makes my cock hard
as a rock.

Then I began to slowly trace the curve of his crack with my tongue in long
strokes, all the way up, then all the way down, until my tongue reached his
balls. Chad's dick had grown very hard, but he left it pointing down
between his legs. The more I worked, the more he wiggled, grinding his
backwards-pointing dick into my down comforter.

Finally, I gently placed my hands on Chad's buns and spread them apart
gently, allowing my tongue more room to explore deeper. With each trip up
and down his crack, I went slightly deeper with my tongue, until the tip of
my wet, hungry tongue crossed over his hole.

"Oh, wow," Chad panted. "That feels awesssssss...." Chad's words were cut
off by his ecstasy as I began to more my tongue in circles around his
perfect, pink little hole. I secretly dreamed of my big strong cock being
buried in that sweet delicate hole on day, but knew I would have to wait.

Chad's hole tasted like candy to me. The more I had, the more I wanted, and
the more he loved it and gyrated around, Before long I was holding his hips
for leverage and shoving my face deep into his ass, my lips tightly sealed
around his sphincter and my tongue burrowing deeper into his bowel.  Chad
was grinding into my bed so hard by this point, a small puddle of precum
was collecting around his tip.

Before long, Chad began moaning uncontrollably and breathing very
heavily. I could feel his orgasm building with every beat of his heart,
which I could feel with every nerve in my mouth.

Chad suddenly grabbed a pillow and screamed loudly into it. At the same
moment, his sphincter opened up and seemed to grab my tongue and pull it
inside, holding it there.  I knew he was cumming, and I wanted so badly to
see him make his beautiful mess, but I could not remove my tongue from his
eager ass.

As Chad's moaning subsided, I became aware that my own load was about to
erupt, and I had not even realized how hard I had been grinding my own dick
into the bed while I was devouring Chad's ass.  I stood up, grabbing my
dick just in time for it to erupt a large spurt of cum that slashed onto
Chad's ass cheeks. More shots followed, gliding in slow motion across the
moonlit bedscape and landing in a thunderous mess on my brother's thighs
and balls.  After I finished, the creamy white mess of cum coated Chad's
buttock, ball, the back of his thighs, and my comforter.  Chad looked back
over his shoulder at the mess on his ass and smiled with satisfaction.

I could not bear to see such a mess and decided it should be properly
cleaned. So, I leaned back down and slowly began to lick and slurp up my
load and Chad's. For his part, Chad's giggling became almost wild, as his
skin had become very sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm.

When I finally finished cleaning our mess off my brother's butt, I was
exhausted, and Chad had already fallen asleep. I gently lay down next to
him, our bodies lying perpendicular to the bed, and struggled to pull the
covers over and around us before drifting off to dreamland myself.

* * *

The rest of September went very much the same. Mom was starting her new
weekend job, while Chad and I were getting acclimated to school, and
getting more familiar with each other's bodies every night. Mom didn't ask
about where Chad slept anymore after that. I think she trusted that I could
handle whatever was going on. I did still wonder from time to time if she
knew more than she let on. But, if she did, she either dismissed it or
decided it was healthy, because we didn't talk about it again until years
later.

Things fell into a comfortable and less heated (but not less pleasurable)
patter with Chad. In fact, Chad and I talked, and agreed maybe having sex
every night was excessive. He slept in his bed about as often as he slept
in mine. Some nights, we really just slept together and had no sex at all.
Other nights, we would stay up late talking about relationships, wondering
if we would have boyfriends one day. Chad would still talk like he was
confused, wondering if maybe he would ever like girls. During the days
after school, I would take him to Mrs. Ward's house to swim, or to the
beach---not for long, as we had homework, but for a bit. Swimming with Chad
would grow to something very special later. One night, we even played
chess, which we had both learned from Dad. Our shared showers also
continued in the same way. Some days, we showered together and some
separately. It was clearly not conventional, but it was making the loss of
our father and our own growing pains survivable. Who could pass judgment on
that?

* * *

The second week of September, Mom took me to take my permit test at the DMV
and I passed with only 3 questions wrong. Mom and Chad seemed more excited
than I did. The best fun was my first driving lesson with Mom, which Chad
of course insisted on tagging along for.

I remember how I felt that Saturday morning when Mom handed me the keys to
Dad's Land Cruiser and we descended the stairs from the dining room to the
garage. I was excited and nervous.  I couldn't wait to have the total
freedom of driving a car. I could take Chad to school, rive my friends
around on weekend, and I had some truly devious ideas about the things one
could do in a large luxury SUV parked on the side of the road in the dark.

Our garage was a two-car garage. Mom had always parked her BMW in there
because it was a convertible, and most of the year, she liked leaving the
top down. You could do that in San Diego, since it only rains about 3 weeks
out of the year. The second spot in the garage was taken by Dad's 1972 blue
corvette. It's funny looking back that I never thought for a minute about
driving it (not then anyway). It was a hot number, but we had covered it
and left it like a monument to my Dad.  We would walk around it in the
garage, never looking at it, almost like it wasn't there. It became the
elephant in the room for a long time.

At any rate, that left the Land Cruiser parked in the driveway. As we
opened the garage and walked out to the driveway, I felt very cool pressing
the alarm remote and hearing the horn on the Land Cruiser beep twice as the
doors unlocked themselves. Mom and Chad climbed in immediately, but I went
about walking around the car, inspecting the tires and what have you, as I
had read was the proper thing to do. Once finished, I got in the driver's
seat, adjusted my chair and the mirrors, buckled my seat belt, and we were
off.

The Mission Hills area of San Diego, where our house is, is full of narrow,
curving, hilly roads.  Our street was relatively flat, but all the houses
dropped down the canyon from the street. I backed out of the driveway
slowly, tapping the breaks a bit too hard as I stopped, making the truck
jerk and the tires squeak a bit. This, of course, was all the entertainment
Chad needed to begin laughing uncontrollably from the back seat.

"Now, Chad," Mom started. "I told you that you could only come along if you
promised not to do anything to make your brother nervous."

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. Sorry, Chris," Chad sat up in his seat and grabbed
a hold of himself.

I did not respond because I was too intent on my driving. I started out
down the street. We drove all over the neighborhood that day, practicing
turns, and even a three point u-turn. Mom and I switched seats so she could
show me how to parallel park. It was a great day, and I was feeling very
comfortable behind the wheel. Mom said I was a natural.

Lessons would continue for about a month, until I was allowed to take my
driving test.