Date: Fri, 20 May 2011 10:01:28 -0500
From: themariner@cox.net
Subject: Brother's Fantasy 1

			    BROTHERS A FANTASY

			      Copyright 2002
			    Re-written 2011 by
				Lee Mariner

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Chapter #1


February in Kentucky can be miserably cold; sometimes snowy and sometimes
rainy, but as I stood beside my brother Matt's casket in the Lawrence
Family Cemetery - it was both. The irony was that Matt, Gramps, and I had
been standing together in the same place just the year before when we
buried our parents who had died in a skiing accident in Switzerland. Now I
was burying Matt who had died in a freak riding accident on our
grandfather's farm.

The mixed snow and rain beating down on Gramps and me was uncomfortable,
but it didn't stop me from remembering the past.

Except for being the kids of an army officer, Matt and I had grown up like
most brothers; and all of the memories of our growing up flooded into my
head. Life really didn't seem a hell of a lot worth living without him.

Gramps put his arm around my shoulders hugging me gently to him, as he
said, "Let's go, Luke, before we catch our death. This mess is not letting
up, and even dressed warmly and with an umbrella we're getting soaked."

"You go ahead and get in the car, Gramps," I said quietly,
reluctantly. "I'll be along in a minute."

Without saying anything else, Gramps handed me the umbrella and turned,
carefully picking his way back through the grave markers to the car. I knew
that it was as hard for Gramps as it was for me, but I couldn't bring
myself to leave Matt, at least not just yet. I had lost my brother, my best
friend and my lover. We weren't only brothers; Matt and I were gay brothers
and gay lovers. In retrospect, it could have been said and was probably
right that we were gay at inception and over the years as we grew into
man-hood we learned the joys and thrills of what really loving a brother
meant. It was the inexplicable merging of two souls, the mingling of
feelings and thoughts and the forging of a deep insoluble bond that most
straight brothers would never really experience.

YYY

Matt and I were born twenty-two months apart, me in Mannheim, Germany,
where Dad was stationed at the time and Matt in Fort Dix, New Jersey. Mom
used to tell me stories about how I wanted to hold Matt all of the time
even though I was still learning how to walk and stand by myself, let alone
holding an eight pound bundle of joy in my stubby arms. She told everyone
that, wherever Matt was, you could be sure I was not very far away.  I
guess some people would say that was unusual, but Matt was my brother, and
I loved him. In some people's minds we were probably closer than most
brothers normally are, but as we grew older we began to learn why the way
we felt about each other was so different from that of other boys and
brothers our ages.

We lived at Fort Dix until I was five years old and Matt was three. While
we were there, Dad received orders assigning him to a foreign embassy, and
they decided that Mom, Matt, and I would stay behind on Gramps's farm
rather than relocating the family overseas.  It was on Gramps's farm that
Matt and I learned many of the things that growing young boys learn about
themselves, and where we learned why we were so much alike.

Gramps' farm was approximately five hundred acres of woodlands, grazing
pasture and tillable land.  He raised tobacco under an allotment allowed by
the Federal Agriculture Department along with corn fodder, hay, rye, and
winter wheat. He had a few milk cows and beef cattle, but his first love
was his herd of quarter horses. Gramps lived and breathed quarter horses,
and he was a nationally recognized expert in their breeding.

The house was not a big plantation style home; it was an average
three-bedroom house with living room, two bathrooms, and a large eat-in
kitchen. There was a no longer used outhouse that stood in a grove of
wisteria bushes and oak trees several feet from the house, which, for
reasons of nostalgia, Gramps had never dismantled when the house was
remodeled, and bathrooms were installed.  He kept the small building in
good repair, and had filled the hole for safety and sanitary reasons.
Eventually after almost constant haranguing by our Mom, he nailed the door
shut to avoid any possible misunderstanding by anyone not aware of its
history or the possibility of accidents.

Most of Mom and Dad's furnishings, with the exception of a few of the more
personal items, were placed in storage when it was decided that we would
not be accompanying Dad on his new assignment. When we moved in, Mom and
Gramps exchanged bedrooms as his was a little larger and had a private
bath. The other two bedrooms shared a bathroom located at the end of a
short hallway at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

Matt slept in his crib in Mom's room, and I was supposed to sleep in my own
room that was across the upstairs hall from Gramps' bedroom. The reasoning
was that I was a 'big boy' and wouldn't need her as much as Matt would. Mom
later told me I put up such a fuss that she let me sleep with Matt until
slowly, with Gramps' help, they got me to sleeping alone in what would
eventually be our room. I remember vividly the first night that Matt and I
slept together in our room. I was eight years old, and he was six. After
Mom left I crept into Matt's bed and we slept holding each other. When Mom
came to awaken us, she found us that way, but she didn't fuss about it as
much as she had previously.  I believe that, deep in her heart, she knew or
at least suspected the reasons and determined that it was useless to try
separating us.

YYY

It's funny how we remember things about our lives, as we grow older. With
the rain beating steadily down on the umbrella, memories of Matt and the
things we had done together kept running though my head like pictures in a
kaleidoscope. Mental pictures of our life together, the countries we had
been to, the people we had met, and the many things we had done in the
privacy of our own world flashed through my head as the rain/snow mix
intensified.  I was lost in the reverie of days past, when I heard Gramps
calling me.

"Luke, Luke, come on, Son, get in out of this mess or you're liable to
catch pneumonia," he called in a worried tone.  "You can always come back
later."

I was soaked to the skin, but as much as I didn't want to leave, I knew
Gramps was right. Brushing my hand over the wet surface of Matt's dark
mahogany casket, it felt as though my heart would break, and tears cascaded
from my eyes down over my cheeks. I forced myself to turn and walk
away. Before getting in the car with Gramps, I looked back at Matt's lonely
casket resting on the lowering apparatus over the black maw of the empty
grave.

YYY

For the first time, I noticed the two men clad in black rain slickers and
rubber boots leaning on long handled shovels and waiting to complete Matt's
burial. The surreal finality of the scene was almost overwhelming, and my
throat felt constricted by a huge lump as the tears would not stop and I
could hardly breathe. When I got into the car, Gramps pulled me to him,
and, as he threw a lap robe over both of us, he leaned forward and said
something to Lester, a long time friend of the family who was driving the
car.

The car lurched forward as Lester pulled away from the cemetery. The crunch
of the car's tires on the gravel roadway ripped though my brain as I sobbed
uncontrollably, my aching chest heaving. "He's gone, Gramps, Matt's gone,"
I wailed loudly, burying my face into the wet fabric of his coat.

"No, no, Luke!" Gramps exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me and holding
me to him.  "Matt's not gone, Son, he is with your Mom and Dad and your
Grandmother watching over us.  Matt is with them now, and he, like they,
will always be with us in our hearts. Someday, God willing, we will all be
together again."

YYY

Driving the narrow twisting back road was tricky under good conditions, but
in bad weather it could be close to impossible. My great-great grandfather
had set aside the small hilltop cemetery for the family, back in the days
when most families had their own burying places. The road was an old former
cattle path that he had rough graded, using working quarter horses. The
county eventually took over the maintenance of the road, but left it as a
secondary gravel road that, for the most part, followed the original
boundaries of the old homestead, connecting highways US25 and US36.  The
roadway appeared on state maps as a black line with no designation. The
name "Corinth Road" was on a sign at the entrance off of US25. It wasn't
intended to be a high volume roadway, just an access road for the few
families that lived on it, and the only access to our family cemetery.

I didn't feel the bumps from the mud holes as Lester, from long years of
experience, skillfully negotiated the roadway. The only sound I heard,
other than the beating of my heart, was the sound of the rain beating on
the car roof and the hard crunching of tires on gravel taking me away from
Matt.

When we reached the house, I heard Gramps thanking Lester for his time and
asking him if he wanted to join us inside for hot coffee. When Lester
politely declined, we rushed inside out of the worsening weather.

"It's going to snow for sure tonight, Luke," Gramps said, as he removed my
soaked Mackintosh jacket.  "You get on upstairs and, after you get out of
those wet clothes, dry off real good and get into bed. I'm going to make us
some of your grandmother's herb tea instead of coffee, and I'll bring you a
mug as soon as it's ready."

"Yes, Sir," was all I remember saying as I stumbled up the stairs to what
had been our room. I don't remember removing my clothes and sitting on the
bed naked looking at the empty bed on the other side of the room - Matt's
bed. Out of respect for our grandfather, we had two beds in the room, but I
always suspected that Gramps knew that we had slept together for almost all
of our lives.

Gramps entered the room carrying two steaming mugs of herb tea instead of
the coffee he had offered Lester. I didn't realize he had set the mugs on
the bedside table and was standing beside me until he gently shook my
shoulder, rousing me from the deep fog of anguish and melancholy that was
gripping me.

"Luke, Boy, get a grip on yourself," he said softly, gruffly but gently
squeezing my shoulders with his rough hands. "Stand up so I can finish
drying you off, or you'll catch your death sitting around naked and still
wet."

Subconsciously, doing as I was told, I stood shivering; and, as he had done
so many times when I was a small boy, he dried me with an oversized
towel. Thoughts of Matt deadened any feelings that were inside of me; and I
stood listless, while Gramps vigorously dried and massaged my shivering
body, gently inserting the towel between my legs to dry my cock and
balls. I was still naked, but he had me get into bed under the thick warm
coverlets that my grandmother had made.

Placing the beds pillows behind my head, he tucked the patchwork quilts
around my hips and under my arms before draping a huge fluffy towel around
my naked shoulders.  "Now then," he said firmly but softly, as he sat on
the edge of the bed, "Drink this, and it'll warm your innards in no time."

I sipped on the hot herb tea, and from the instantaneous warmth spreading
through my 'innards', I knew that he had added more than a dram or two of
his favorite Cream of Kentucky whiskey or rather what he referred to as his
snake bite medicine. He sat on the side of the bed looking over the rim of
his mug at me with compassionate, yet worried, eyes.

"Luke, Boy," he said softly, patting my quilt-covered thigh as he
spoke. "It was hard losing your mom and dad sudden like, and it's going to
be hard losing Matt.  You boys have meant the world to me, almost as if you
were my own.  I loved Matt and I know how much you loved him. It's not easy
to take, Luke, but now it's just you and me, and life must go on."

Except for the wind and rain ripping at the bedroom windows, the room fell
silent.  Gramps sat with his head bowed, his hand resting on my thigh. I
knew he was trying to comfort me, and at the same time himself.  I knew he
was right, the three of us had grown close to each other, and the loss of
Matt was not going to be easy.


Placing my hand over his, I whispered, "I know, Gramps, but it feels like
something was ripped out of me when Matt died. He was alone after his horse
threw him. I wasn't with him when I should have been. He asked me to go
riding, but no, I couldn't be bothered; I wanted to finish watching that
stupid video, "Gone With the Wind," for the umpteenth time. I should have
been with him, Gramps; I should have been with him."

"Maybe, Boy, but God decides those things, and we have no way of knowing
why or what His reasons are.  Blaming yourself does no good, Son, and you
can't keep tearing yourself apart over Matt's accident.  When the horse
stumbled and threw Matt to the ground, breaking his neck, the doctor said
he didn't suffer, and we should be thankful for that. His dying was God's
will, and it was a blessing that he didn't suffer. We have to accept it,
and go on living," he said in a soft conciliatory tone, extending his hand
containing a vial of pills as he continued speaking. "I probably should
have thrown these out after your mother died, and I don't know why I
didn't.  It's one of those pills she was taking to help her sleep. I never
did understand why she needed them until now. They were in the medicine
cabinet in her bathroom. It should help you sleep."

I took one of the pills, swallowing it down with the last of the lukewarm
herb tea, and, still naked, slid down under the covers. Gramps tucked me in
again like he did when Matt and I were little boys, and he stroked my hair
as I closed my eyes.

The feeling of his hand stroking my hair and of hearing him pray, "Dear
God, keep him safe," lingered in my subconscious as I slipped into a deep
warm sleep.

YYY

Our Dad was transferred back from Germany at about the same time as school
vacation time was starting when Matt was eleven and I was thirteen. Dad was
being assigned to duty as the Transportation Officer in Fort Eustis,
Virginia, and while Mom and Dad were setting up another residence in the
officers' housing area on the new post, we would be living in a motel
outside of the base waiting for the furniture to arrive.

When Mom started packing our clothes Gramps, knowing that we didn't want to
leave the farm to live in a motel, interceded on our behalf. He told Mom
and Dad that if they wanted to live in a motel it was fine with him, but he
wouldn't hear of them dragging us to Virginia to live in a motel while we
were doing fine on the farm. He told them that it was summer time and two
growing, rambunctious young boys didn't need to be cooped up in a motel.

Matt and I were tickled pink when they agreed with Gramps and left us on
the farm with him for the summer. There was the usual laying down of the
law and all that kind of stuff, but they knew as well as we did that Gramps
would for the most part let us do pretty much what we wanted. The one thing
that Mom insisted on was no sleeping together, proclaiming that we were
just too old to be sleeping together as we did when we were younger. She
must have known that her instructions were falling on deaf ears, but she
had said it, and she knew that was the most she could do.

Matt and I didn't understand what the harm was since it felt natural to
us. Even though we were in the pre-pubescent period, and we knew there were
physical changes happening in our bodies that we didn't understand, but we
still liked sleeping together. Every now and then we would wake up and my
penis would be so hard it would hurt until after I had managed to pee. Matt
would look at it and ask me why it was hard and his wasn't. I didn't know
what to tell him since I wasn't sure myself.

Without our knowing anything about puberty, the onset of it was making
strange feelings happen inside of me. Hair had started growing where none
had been before, and since we were naked together most of the time when we
were alone there was no hiding it from Matt.

"Luke," he exclaimed when we were showering.  "You got hair growing on you,
but I don't have any, and your peepee looks like it is getting bigger then
mine," he cried out in a disappointed tone of voice, pointing at my crotch
and then looking at his.

Physically, we both were still pretty much the same size, and probably
because I was two years older, my penis had grown a little thicker than
his. What little hair that had started to grow around the base of mine made
it look even bigger.

"I don't know why, Mattie; let's ask Gramps, he might know."

After we washed up and dressed, we rushed pell-mell down the stairs into
the kitchen. Gramps had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, fried
potatoes, and biscuits on the table with tall glasses of cold milk.  After
a perfunctory "good morning, Gramps" we dove right in.

Gramps grinned at the robust vigor with which we stuffed ourselves, and as
he was pouring his coffee, he said, "You boys had better start learning to
eat slower, or you're going to choke on your food."

Matt, with a mouthful of eggs, ignored Gramps admonition and, in his usual
uninhibited way, blurted out, "Gramps, when Luke woke up this morning, his
peepee was real stiff, and he's got hair starting to grow around it and
under his arms."

Gramps holding his coffee with one hand almost dropped the skillet he was
placing back on the stove when he heard Matt. He hesitated for a moment
before turning and looking at both of us with a surprised expression. I
felt the heat of the blood rushing to my face, and I lowered my head
looking at the uneaten food still on my plate and trying to be as
inconspicuous as possible. For a few minutes the kitchen was dead silent
except for the sound of my heart beating furiously in my ears.

"Oh, my Lord, where is your father when he's needed?" Gramps said in a
mournful tone, shaking his head gently. Sighing softly, he said, "Hasn't
your father explained anything to you about certain changes that will
happen in your bodies as you grow older, or the way certain feelings will
affect you?"

"No, Sir," I answered, looking at Matt and then back at Gramps asking, "Why
would he have to?"

"Why would he?" Gramps exclaimed softly, as he sat down with us after
placing the skillet on the stove. "Why would he indeed, Luke. You and Matt
are growing like weeds, and I would have thought that he had explained the
reasons for certain physical changes and inner feelings that will be, from
time to time, occurring in you and Matt."

"You mean stuff like Luke's peepee getting stiff and hard, and him growing
hair down there, Gramps?" Matt blurted out before I could say anything.

"Yes, Matt, that's what I mean," Gramps answered, smiling softly at Matt's
innocence, and then looking at me, "How long have you been having these
feelings, Luke?"

"Not very long Gramps, only a few times," I replied lowering my eyes as I
spoke.  "My peepee goes soft after I pee, but it's getting to be hard and
stiff almost every morning when I wake up."

"And it will probably happen almost every morning as you grow older,"
Gramps mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he spoke. "There are changes
that will naturally occur in a boy's body as he grows older. These natural
changes mean that he is becoming a young man and will eventually become a
man. In addition, hair will grow where there was none before, and that is
natural. Some men but not all men will grow hair on their chests. Many men
will grow more hair in their armpits, on their legs, forearms and around
the base of their penis and in the crotch. It is a very gradual almost
imperceptible process that for the most part goes un-noticed. It takes time
but it will happen to both of you the same way it does to all boys, and you
can't stop it," he said, stopping to inhale and take a drink of his coffee
before going on.

"Right now, Matt, Luke's body is adjusting because of a physical process
that is called puberty. That means he is changing inside, and certain
things that he didn't see or feel when he was younger will become more
obvious. It is nothing that you should be concerned about, both of you will
change in time.  Luke is just a little earlier than you since he is
older. Waking up with your penis hard is natural. Sometimes it is because
of a full bladder, and you need to pee.  At other times it will be from
other feelings that will take more time to explain than we have now," he
said.  He inhaled deeply and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling exhaled
softly as he continued speaking, "I tell you what, I'll get a book from the
library that will explain why you feel the way you have been, and we will
go over it together, okay."

"When, Gramps?" Matt exclaimed excitedly, glancing at me. "When?"

"As soon as I get time to go into town, Matt.  Right now there is too much
work to be done to be running off for a book," Gramps answered, slightly
perturbed at Matt's insistence.

I sort of understood a little of what Gramps was saying since I had been
having some strange tingling feelings in my groin, and my cock would start
to get hard. It scared me at first, but after awhile it felt good, and I
liked the feelings even though I didn't know what caused them. I was going
to tell Matt about it and ask him if he felt the same way but decided not
to say anything to him since he was such a blabbermouth.

While I was thinking about what Gramps had said, I almost choked when Matt
blurted out, "Do you get those kinds of feelings Gramps?"

"No, Matt, not for a long time now," Gramps answered chuckling and grinning
at Matt's boyish innocence and unbridled curiosity. "You boys finish your
breakfast. Lester is coming over and we will be working in the south
pasture clearing rock. Clean the kitchen, make your beds and, then you
might see if there are any eggs to be collected. Be careful though, it's
going to be hot and you don't need to be out in the heat and getting
sunburned like you have before. Your mother ran right up my backside the
last time you did, and I haven't heard the end of it yet."

"Yes, Sir, we won't," we answered, glancing at each other and blushing as
we remembered the time in mid August when we had gone skinny dipping in the
hot sun.

YYY

We stood on the porch watching as Lester led Jack and Jill into the
barnyard. The two dark brown almost black mules stood quietly as he and
Gramps hooked them to the rock sleds they would be pulling. The heavy
harness chains and traces sounded like little bells, and for a long time
after they were out of sight we could hear the tinkling sound.

"Luke," Matt said suddenly, "I found some nests where chickens have been
laying eggs in the hay loft, and there might be some more that I didn't
find. We can get those eggs for Gramps."

"Okay but we gotta put on a shirt first. Remember what gramps said about
getting sunburned."

"We don't need shirts, Lukie," he exclaimed in defiance of Gramps
instructions. "We're going to be in the barn."

Matt was younger, and he had a wild streak where I was inclined to be a
little more cautious. He bolted from the kitchen, the screen door slamming
behind him, and I followed. Matt was a little smaller, but the development
of his body was showing. His muscles rippled under his smooth unblemished
skin as he pumped his arms, running and hollering, "Bet I beat'cha."

His exuberance was infectious, and I followed straining to catch up with
him, but he was already in the loft when I caught up with him. I dropped
down in the hay beside him breathing heavily from the exertion of running
and climbing the ladder.

"You never could run faster than I could, Lukie." Matt boasted, his eyes
glistening with excitement.

"That's because you start running before I do, Mattie," I gasped, leaning
back on my legs to help my breathing.

"Not always, I don't," he giggled, standing in front of me with his legs
spread apart, his arms akimbo.  "Lukie, I wanna see you make a
muscle. Gramps said our muscles would get bigger, and I wanna see if yours
are getting bigger."

"Okay, okay. Give me a minute will ya?" I exclaimed still gasping.

After a minute or two, my breathing slowed to near normal, and I flexed my
arm at the elbow pumping a couple of times. A small but still impressively
hard bicep muscle appeared as Matt watched intently, his eyes shining.

"Let me feel it, Luke," Matt said excitedly, moving closer and wrapping his
fingers around my muscle and squeezing while he suddenly pulled one of the
few hairs that were in my armpit with his free hand.

"Ouch, Matt, that hurt." I exclaimed explosively, jerking my arm downward
and glaring at him.

"Bet'cha it would hurt more if I pulled one of them long ones that's
growing around your, what did gramps call it, penis?" Matt said, snickering
evilly as he reached for my crotch.

"You will not, Matt; I know that would hurt," I replied, covering my crotch
with both hands and fending him off.  "There aren't many of them, so you
can just stop it."

"I'll bet you have just as many down there as there are in your armpits,"
Matt persisted excitedly as he rubbed one hand over his armpit. "I can't
wait until I get some. What do they feel like, Luke?"

"Just like your regular hair, maybe a little softer." I replied, relaxing a
little but still wary of his intentions.

I knew that once Mattie had his mind set on something, he usually persisted
until he had what he wanted, and very often it was me that suffered from
his persistence.

"Let me feel, Lukie; please, let me feel them," he pleaded, running his
hands over his chest and stomach as he knelt in front of me. "I promise I
won't pull any of them, Lukie, I just want to see what they feel like."

"No, Matt," I said, grinning and enjoying teasing him.  "I told you they
feel almost like my other hair, and you know what that feels like."

"Yeah, I know that, but I don't want to feel that hair," he whined,
scooting closer.  "Please, Lukie, please. I won't pull on them; I
promise. I just want to feel what its like having hair down there."

Matt was kneeling in the hay in front of me, his eyes pleading with me.

"Okay, but if you pull on them, I'll knock your block off."

"I won't, Lukie, I promise," he said, scooting closer on his knees, with
his hands poised, his eyes gleaming.  "Don't just undo the buttons; take
your shorts and your underwear all the way off so I can get a good look."

I didn't know why, but I was excited at showing off for Matt, and he seemed
to be as excited as I was.  I knew we were alone but, I still felt nervous,
and my fingers trembled slightly as I unbuttoned my shorts. A feeling of
pride swelled inside of me as I dropped my shorts and jockeys. Matt leaned
forward to get a closer look and he placed one hand on my thigh just above
the knee. I flinched for a moment, suspicious of what he might do until I
looked down and saw how intently he was looking at the hair around my uncut
flaccid penis hanging down over my small balls. A subtle feeling of
excitement in my groin made me shiver with anticipation of the touch of his
fingers.

When Matt touched the hairs around my cock and wiggled his fingers, I
sucked air between my teeth inhaling deeply and involuntarily thrusting my
hips forward.  A warm tingling feeling ran through me, and I felt my penis
swelling.

"Luke, they're real soft and silky," Matt whispered almost reverently as he
scratched around the base of my cock. "I guess since we are brothers, mine
will feel the same way as yours," he said, glancing up at me and
intensifying the scratching movement of his fingers. "Lukie, your penis is
starting to get bigger; is that because of me scratching your hairs?"

"I don't know, but it feels good when you touch me down there, and wiggle
your fingers like you're doing. It causes tingling feelings to spread all
over me," I answered, trying with little success to control the feelings
growing inside of me.

"I like feeling you, Lukie," Matt said dreamily as he smoothed the hairs
with his fingers. "Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Of course I do, Mattie; but I don't know why except that it feels good all
over, especially down there."

Matt kept on wiggling his fingers in my hair, and my penis was getting
harder from the feelings he was causing. Suddenly he wrapped his hand
around it and skinned the foreskin back revealing the brilliant red,
blood-engorged head. The feeling was so intense that I drew my hips back
exclaiming, "Don't do that, Mattie."

"It doesn't hurt does it, Luke?" Matt said anxiously, looking at me as I
pulled my cock away.  "I saw one of the older boys at school do it that way
when I was in the bathroom. When he saw me watching, he turned toward me
and asked me if I wanted to do it for him. I shook my head, no, and he said
it felt good doing it the way he was, but it felt even better when someone
else did it. He kept on sliding the skin back and forth, and I had a
feeling that I wanted to see what his penis felt like, but I didn't touch
him even though I had the urge to.  He called it his cock; but it was so
big it scared me when he thrust his hips at me the way you did just now."

I leaned back on my haunches, after pulling my penis away from Matt's hand,
my hard four-inch cock lying against my stomach the foreskin still skinned
back. I was breathing hard from the feeling of excitement that he had
unknowingly caused when he exposed the glans. My heart was racing, and I
could see a look of concern on his face. Catching my breath, I started to
speak when he did.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Luke," he said worried tone. "I'm sorry if I
did."

"You didn't hurt me, Matt; you just caused a strange feeling to shoot
through me when you skinned it back like you did," I said softly as my
rapidly beating heart slowed.  "You never told me about some boy in school
showing you his...,his..., what did you say he called it, his cock?"

"I only saw him for a couple of minutes before I ran out of the bathroom,
but that's what he called it."

"That must be what the bigger boys call it," I mused reflectively. "Did you
get hard looking at him?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little," Matt answered, rubbing his groin and looking at my still
hard cock.  "I bet his was as hard as yours."

"How could you tell that without touching it?" I asked, an erotic feeling
of excitement building in my loins.

"I don't know how, but it was a lot bigger than yours or mine, and it just
looked like it was harder," he answered, kneeling forward. "Feel me, Lukie,
I got hard feeling you."

"I don't want to feel you, Matt."

Matt jumped up and dropped his shorts and underwear. He was nearly as big
as I but not as thick, and I could only see a lump of skin in his groin
where I had two small balls.

"Why not?" He asked impatiently, thrusting his hips forward. "I felt yours,
and I could tell you liked it from the way you were breathing real hard. I
bet my cock is just as hard as yours, and it's almost as big," Matt
exclaimed excitedly, pushing his hips at me again.

His cock was jerking just a little, and a feeling of excitement swept over
me as I took it in my hand and squeezed. It was hot, and it felt like
smooth steel. Matt groaned softly as I squeezed it, squirming a little, and
from the way his cock was throbbing it felt like the beat of his heart.

Matt put his hand on my shoulder, and looking me in the eyes he whispered,
"Skin it back, Lukie, please, make me feel good the way you did."

Mattie's muscles tightened as I pushed his foreskin back. When the pink
head of his cock was exposed, I squeezed gently, and he, leaning forward,
pushed his cock into my hand. Leaning his forehead against mine, he moaned
softly and suddenly jerked his cock out of my hand, falling back on his
haunches facing me. His muscles were rigid, and he was breathing real hard
just like I had, and I could see his cock jerking.

It scared me when I saw the way Matt had reacted. He hadn't hollered like
he was hurt, but he was breathing heavier than normal, and his eyes were
closed. Leaning forward, I started to place my hand on his naked thigh when
he inhaled suddenly and opened his eyes.

"Are you all right, Mattie?" I asked hesitantly.

"WOW, Luke! It felt like a lightening bolt running through me when you
skinned it back. Boy, it sure felt good," he exclaimed, looking at me with
an expression of awe, his eyes shining brightly.  "I wonder what other
things there are that boys can do to make them feel tingly and good
inside," he jabbered non-stop.  "I can't wait until Gramps gets that book
so we can see if there are."

Matt and I lay back in the hay and I kicked my shorts and underwear off. We
both were breathing softly and looking up at the rafters in the barn. What
we had been doing was going through my head, and it was confusing. I liked
the feelings that Matt had caused when he skinned my foreskin back, and I
liked feeling him and how hard he was. The tingling sensation in the base
of my cock was exciting and made me feel like I wanted him to keep on
stroking my cock, but I didn't know what would happen if he did or when he
should stop. His story about the boy in school was exciting, and a picture
popped into my head as I remembered some of the older boys I had seen in
the showers at school after PT. Most of them had bigger cocks than mine,
and they seemed to like showing them off to each other or anyone who
happened to be looking at them.

"Matt, why didn't you tell me about that boy in school before now?" I asked
as I moved my hand over the soft skin of my pelvis.

He didn't answer at first, and then, rolling over on his side, he scooted
closer putting one leg over mine as he placed one arm over my chest and
pulled himself half on top of me with his face only a few inches from
mine. His eyes were soft and his soft succulent lips glistened
invitingly. I could feel his half-hard cock pressing against my hip, but it
felt good, and I didn't move

"I don't know, Luke," he replied, licking his lips and intently looking
into my eyes as he moved on top of me with his legs between mine. "I guess
I didn't tell you because I thought that you might get upset about it. I
was sort of scared and excited at the same time. He was a really big kid,
and I liked seeing him playing with his cock, but he really scared me when
he pushed his hand inside of his pants and pulled his balls out as he moved
toward me with his big cock swaying back and forth. The head was all red
and glistening, and there was some sticky stuff oozing from the hole where
piss comes out. I don't even know if he really was a student or not. He was
lots older than you or I; but he wasn't old like Gramps or Dad."

"Have you seen him again?" I asked.

"Nah," he replied, looking at me sort of dreamy as if he was thinking about
the guy's big cock.

"That's okay, Mattie, just as long as you didn't get hurt," I said.

We lay together a little while longer, and I liked the feeling of his
smooth hard body touching mine. I could feel his cock pressing against my
belly alongside of mine, and my nut sac felt like it was hanging further
down between my legs.

"You aren't going to sleep are you, Mattie?" I asked, moving my fingers
over the smooth satiny muscles of his back to the nape of his neck.

"No," he answered, lifting his head and shaking my fingers away. "I was
thinking about the muscles we are going to have when we grow older, Luke,"
Mattie said. "I hope mine will be as big as yours."

I don't know, about that, Mattie," I replied chuckling softly.  "Since we
are brothers, we will probably be pretty much the same."

"Maybe your right," he said as he lifted up on his elbows, looking down at
me, "But you're older so you should be bigger," he said, looking at me, and
running his fingers teasingly over my chest.

"Mattie, please," I exclaimed softly, a feeling of exciting warmth
spreading through my loins. "If you keep running your fingers over my chest
and picking at my tits, you're gonna get me hard again."

"I will?" He said, grinning impishly, a twinkle in his soft adoring eyes.

"Oh, Lord," I groaned inwardly. "I shouldn't have said anything about him
making me hard even though it felt good." Still grinning impishly, he
lifted his hips slightly and slid his hand between us groping for my
hardening cock.

"You are getting hard again," he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his
eyes.

"Yes, I am, and," I replied trying without success to sound angry. "It's
your fault, so stop it."

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was wondering whether he
should stop or keep it up. Knowing him, I knew that he would keep it up
just to aggravate me, but he stopped, and a part of me felt a little let
down. Moving his fingers over my chest and feeling my cock had made me feel
good all over, and I sort of wished he had kept on doing it. There was a
feeling down deep in my loins that was becoming more urgent as he had
played with me, and each time my cock was hard, but I didn't know what
would happen if he had continued playing with my cock.

Surprisingly, he stopped.  Kissing me quickly on the lips, he said, "Pull
your shorts up Luke, we still gotta gather the eggs before Gramps gets
back."

The kiss surprised me but felt good, and I ran my tongue over my lips. Matt
was becoming more surprising all of the time. I liked the feelings he
caused each time he touched me, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way.

We searched the loft and gathered about three-dozen eggs in a large basket
that Matt had found in the barns tack room where the harnesses were
kept. After we had finished gathering the eggs, Matt went down the ladder
first and then, reaching up, took the basket from me. He looked at me
grinning and winked as he ran out of the barn. I was thinking about what he
had told me about the boy in school, and my cock started to get hard.  It
surprised me that I could get a hard-on by thinking about another boy's
cock, and I liked the feeling when I touched my cock. Squeezing the bulge
inside my shorts, I pulled my cock out and looked at it as I stroked it a
couple of times, thinking, "I guess four-inches is a pretty good size for a
thirteen year old."

Tucking my still hard cock back inside my underwear and shorts, I heard
Matt hollering for me to hurry as I walked toward the door trying to carry
a basket of eggs while buttoning my shorts.

"Hey, Gramps", Matt squealed, "Luke and me found some hidden nests in the
hayloft where the chickens have been laying eggs. Look how many more eggs
we found."

Just as I reached the door, I heard Gramps reply. "That's good, Matt;
where's Luke?"

"He's coming, Gramps."

The feeling of how much I loved Matt surged through me as I walked out of
the barn. He never could keep a secret. .