Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 13:07:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: sean P <px1252002@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Max

Chapter 1: The realization

 	First, let me introduce myself. My name is Sean.. I'm about 5'6",
120lbs.  . I have short spiky blonde hair that most girls are obsessed
with. I have really tanned skin for a blonde. Probably because I'm outside
skateboarding constantly. I have freckles, which aren't really the coolest
things.
	I come from a pretty rich family. My dad is a professor at the
local university, and my mom is a lawyer for a huge electronics company.
Even though my parents mean well, they try a little too hard to be "cool".
We live in a large house outside of town in neat little neighborhood called
Stone Gate. This "community" is the type of place you need a code to get in
the front gate of.  I say "community" because most of the people that live
in this neighborhood work with my father at the college.
	I was in eighth grade. The year was just about over. All of my
friends want to have a Halloween party but their parents aren't going to
let them have a party in their house. I am blessed however, in the fact
that my parents are extremely cool. They don't really care if my friends
drink or if we occasionally smoke a little bud. So, when I went to my
parents and asked if I could possibly have a Halloween party they were very
receptive...
	"Mom, Can I have a Halloween party with like, "hella people?" I
questioned.
	"Watch the language." She corrected.
	"Sorry. Can I?"
	"How many people is 'hella'?"
	"I dunno.25." I squinted. Knowing that 25 was pushing it.
	"25 huh? Well, I don't know why not.  25 is an awful lot. I say
yes. But, don't hold me to that. You should wait for your father to come
home, then ask him." Giving the look that moms give when they tell you to
ask your father.
	"What's goin on dork face?" my little brother squeaked as he walked
down the stairs into the kitchen, wearing his usual denim shorts and
t-shirt -- his perpetual outfit.
	Max, my little brother. He has the same blonde hair and blue eyes
that I have. He is 11. All the girlfriends that I have had seem to spend
more time with him than me. You know, ' oh he's soooo cute,' or, 'I just
want to hug him.' I guess you could say I "love" my little brother. I mean,
we never fight like a lot of my friends and their siblings do (except for
the calling of names (playfully).
	"Nothing, retard. I'm gonna have a Halloween party." I said giving
him a teasing smirk.
	"Oh are you?", My mother rebuked, " hopefully your father will say
yes.  Then maybe we can have a night out. Without you devils." My mother
added that final shot after she noticed that Max and I had stopped paying
attention and had started to wrestle with each other. We finally noticed
her again after she finished talking and stood staring at us.
	"What are you talking about?"  both of us giving her the innocent
look that boys give when they do something wrong.
	"Get out of the kitchen and do your homework." She chuckled, as she
waved the knife she was chopping vegetables with.
	We both ran out of the kitchen heading upstairs to our bedrooms. I
sat and thought about how great the party would be, If my father gave it
the "o.k.".
	Max walked into the room and stood in the doorway as I sat on my
bed.
	"Hey, Sean, can I go to your party? I promise I won't do anything
dorky."  He gave me a pleading look that he normally wouldn't bother with.
	"Come in, shut the door," he closed the door behind him and sat on
my bed "why do you want to go so bad?" I questioned him because normally he
wouldn't care to go to one of my parties.
	He hesitated and looked around, stared at my Playstation and my TV,
then returned to me.
	"I dunno. You're gonna be in high school next year and I'm gonna be
in junior high. I know it's not cool for high school kids to hang out with
seventh graders. So, I figured this would be the last chance I would get to
go to one of your parties."
	I shrugged my shoulders in agreement with his statement.
	"Sure you can go. I didn't know that you wanted to go to my parties
before. You never really showed any interest. If you go though, you have to
promise not to tell mom and dad anything that goes on there. "
	I gave him the look that older brothers give that means if you tell
I'll kill you.
	"I won't tell them. I swear."
	I grew tired of talking and suggested that we play Playstation
until dad got home.

	My father got home and before he was even through the foyer I was
on him like white on rice.
	"Hey dad! What do you have planned for Halloween? Maybe you and mom
can go out to dinner or something, eh?" I knew that he'd catch on quickly.
	"So...you want to have a Halloween party with. How many people was
it?  Hella? Sure why not. Don't tell your mom but I was actually planning
on taking her out to dinner." He gave me a rub on my head messing up my
hair. In the past couple moths I'd noticed that I was gaining on my dad's
height of 6'. I also noticed that my arms were getting bigger and my
stomach was developing into an eight-pack from the sit-ups I did. I could
now see about nine or ten light-brown hairs under my arms, in addition to
the growing collection around my dick, when I looked in my bathroom mirror
my dad had walked by and seen me looking and chuckled, 'my son is growing
up'.
	My dad walked into the kitchen to greet my mother. I followed him
closely.  Max was already in there helping my mom cook. I stood in the door
way watching my family. My little brother Max was always eager to help out.
My mom, a middle aged lawyer named Darlene who lived for her family. My
dad, Professor Michael Peters, stood a good 6 inches taller than me with
brown hair, I noticed some gray appearing just over his ears. I have always
worshipped my father. He was the greatest man in the world. One minute he
was the Superman, the next he was the almighty dispenser of punishment.
Harsh but never undeserved. As I stood and watched, my dad picked up Max's
small body and twirled him around to take his place next to my mother.
Right then I realized how lucky I was to have such a great family.


Chapter 2: Unbroken bond

	The next day at school I began to spread the word that the party
was on.  I'd spent the whole night planning and scheming to make this party
the best I've ever had. Later that night, after dinner, I went into my
dad's study and asked if it could be a sleepover party.
	"You know. you are kinda young to be having a co-ed sleepover." He
sat staring at his work and occasionally glancing up at me.
	"Yeah I guess so." I wasn't really sure about that but most of the
time it was better to agree with my dad on some subjects.
	"Maybe it's time that I talked to you about something," he stood up
and closed the door to his study
	"You know, Sean, sometimes when a guy...and a girl...um...how do I
say this." He trailed off. Clearly at a loss for words.
	"Do it?" I helped him out. Seeing him struggle was killing me. he
was always so sure of himself. I'd never seen him so lost. Never.
	Why is it that parents can talk to their kids about drugs, alcohol,
and violence but when it comes to sex they freeze up?
	"Yeah, do it." He hesitated, collecting his thoughts, "You see.
it's not always good to just 'do it'." Again he collected his thoughts.
	"Yeah dad. I know all about diseases and stuff." I really did. We
learned all about Herpes and stuff from our science teachers.
	"Sean, I'm not just talking about diseases. I'm talking about
feelings. If you rush into doing something with a girl," he paused, "or a
guy. you have to worry about the way they, and you, feel about it."
	A guy!? Honestly, I'd thought about guys before but not that way.
	"Dad, I'm not gay." I said, sounding very sure of myself.
	"I didn't say you where," he shifted in his chair " but if you
were, your mother and I would be completely supportive of you."
	I was completely blown out of the water. Did my mom and dad think I
was gay? Or was he just covering all the bases?
	"Dad, I know you'd support me in anything I chose to do." I trailed
off, again thinking of how lucky I was to have great parents. "And I know
that you two love me. we really don't need to have this conversation.
Besides, I only expect the guys to spend the night."
	My dad had realized that he had scared me off the subject, so he
decided in his infinite wisdom to drop it.
	"Hey, buddy, I have to get back to work. And you, were supposed to
be in bed 5 minutes ago." He scooped me out of his office chair and carried
me down the hall to my bedroom. The whole way he was tickling me on my
sides.  We passed my mom in the hall. She stepped out of the way as my dad
carried me kicking and screaming in just my boxer shorts. He threw me on my
bed and got me in one of his many wrestling moves he remembered from
college. He eventually let me go and tucked me into my covers. He leaned
over and kissed me on my forehead, the stubble of his chin rubbing against
me.
	"See you in the morning." He slowly walked to the door and turned
off my light. I don't remember the last time he tucked me in at night. The
feeling was very comforting.
	"Dad!" I tried to say before he left.
	"Yeah kiddo?" He spun before closing my door
	"I love you." I stared from behind my covers as I had when I was
younger.
	"I know buddy...I know." he shut my door and I heard his footsteps
go down the hall. I sat and slowly drifted off to sleep thinking about how
much I loved my family, until finally I fell into darkness.

Chapter 3: The Countdown Continues

	I was slow to rise the next morning. I was still tired from the
weekend. I walked across the hall to Max and I's bathroom. He was in the
shower, so I decided to brush my teeth while I waited. Just as I began Max
shut the water and stepped out.
	"It's all yours." He said through his towel as he began to dry
himself off.
	"thanx." I mottled around my toothbrush.
	I spit the minty concoction that had developed inside my mouth into
the sink and slipped my boxers off, making my way to the shower. Max and I
were very used to seeing each other naked. We lived in a very open
household. We thought nothing of it. The warm water hitting my body was the
only thing that stood between first period and sleep, so I melted into it.
	When I was done I stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I
stood in front of the mirrors with max as we got ready. I leaned in close
to the mirror.
	"Hey Max, is that a hair on my chin?" I squinted to see the minute
hair hanging from my chin.
	"Dude, it is." Max, clearly impressed looked at my chin closely.
	"Dad tried to give me 'The Talk' last night. I told him I already
knew about 'it'." I spoke openly about it because he frequently came to me
with questions regarding puberty and such things that sixth graders only
hear rumors about.
	"He'll probably try and give it to me next." He raised his eyebrows
in a matter-of-fact manner.
	I was ready for the day having spiked my hair and dressed. I rubbed
Max's half-done hair, messing it up, and walked to my room.
	"Dude! You messed my hair up!" He said. I could only hear him
distantly from the bathroom.
	"Dude! You messed his hair up! That's whack!" My dad said mockingly
as he straightened his tie and walked through the hall to go to work.
	"Shut-up dad!" We both yelled to our father.
	"Love you boys! Love you honey! I'll pick up Max from soccer today!
I'm getting off early!" he yelled through the house as he walked out the
door.
	I grabbed my backpack and my board and walked downstairs, and
kissed my mom on the cheek as I headed for the door. I skated to school and
put my board in my locker. I got to homeroom just before the bell rang.
	The day went by quickly. More and more people said that they would
be going to my party.4 more days.
	The days flew by, and before I knew it was Friday. All 20 people I
invited could go. Well, almost all of the people. The only person that
couldn't go was Francis. That's o.k. though because no one really liked
her.  My mom and I had gone to the store every night that week to buy the
food and stuff for the party. We had sooooo much food. Everything was set
up Saturday. We had everything ready by Nine with Max's help. Max and I sat
and waited around watching TV. My mom and dad left around five o'clock to
go to dinner. They said that they would be home around midnight, and that
they would take all of the girls and the boys that weren't spending the
night home.  After they left, Max and I got our costumes on and waited for
everyone to show.

Chapter 4: Kryptonite

	Finally, around six o'clock, people started showing up and the
party started. The first to show was Kelly-D .I think she was supposed to
be some kind of princess. After Kelly, people started showing up in groups.
Jenna came dressed as Elvis. what's new? Claire came as a racecar driver,
Jeannine showed up as Satan. The costumes were really cool.
	I was dressed as the grim reaper, and Max was the dead guy I was
after.  After everyone was there we started having fun.
	We began by playing Playstation and stuff. The party was awesome
except for the million people making out around the house. Max was having a
field-day.
	So many girls were hanging out with him and saying how cute he was
and how much they wanted to hug him. I would watch him flirt with the girls
and I was almost proud.
	Soon it was eleven o'clock so I told everyone they had to behave
themselves because my mom and dad would be home soon. So, for the last half
hour or so we sat and watched the "MTV retro Halloween special.", mostly it
was the girls talking about how cool Michael Jackson's Thriller video was.
Right at midnight my parents got home.
	"o.k.! Quit swappin' spit the old folks are home!" My dad yelled
from the garage entrance.
	"Quick! Hide the Weed!" My mom chimed in.  See what I mean when I
said my parents tried to be cool?
	My mom walked in wearing a tight black dress she had bought from
Versace.  My dad freaked out when he saw how much it cost but now he likes
it. She was wearing a pair of high heals and carried only a small purse
with her. Her naturally curly blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and
framed her face.  My dad was wearing a black tuxedo. They had apparently
gone to the theater to see a play. The only time my dad could be seen in a
'tux' was when he went to the theater with my mother. His Brown hair was
parted in the middle covering the slight patches of gray developing over
his ears. He was smoking one of his cigars that he claimed to be from Cuba.
	"How are my boys? What have you all been doing all night?" My mom
questioned as she walked through the house to inspect the damage to the
kitchen.
	"Mmm, MTV. Oh, that Video is tight!" My dad said between puffs of
his cigar.
	Max and I turned a deep shade of red and acted as if my father
didn't exist. However, when my father noticed this he quickly bent over the
back of the couch where Max and I sat and said, "What? You two are too
ashamed of your old dad to introduce him?"
	Quickly Max an I chimed in "Yes!"
	My mother, having returned from the kitchen, her heels clicking on
the granite floor said," Let us change real quick and we'll give you rides
home."  My dad followed her off to their bedroom to change.  My friend Erik
leaned over and said, "Dude, your mom is hot!"  I just looked at him and
said, "Shut-up, ass! I hate you!"  When my mom and dad returned they were
in more casual attire. My dad wore some blue jeans and a Stanford
sweater. My mother was wearing jeans, a red long sleeve shirt and her
leather jacket over it. My mother's hair had been pulled back into a pony
tail.
	My parents began rounding up the 11 girls that needed rides home
and piling them into our cars. My mom took 7 girls in her Black Volvo
station wagon and pulled out of the drive way. My dad piled 4 girls into
our green Land Rover and also backed out of the driveway. We stood waving
to my dad as he finally backed out of the drive way. My remaining friends
and I began to clean up the house. which was no easy task. It took is a
good forty-five minutes just to get the kitchen presentable. My mother had
told us that before we retired to my room for hours of Playstation and
eventually sleep, we had to return the house to its original cleanliness.
	About an hour later, my mother arrived back home from unloading her
cargo of girls. We had just finished cleaning downstairs and were about to
go upstairs when she walked in the door. She applied her stamp of approval
to the cleaning job that we had done and we headed upstairs. She said that
she had heard from my dad on his cell phone that he was on his way back. He
went to the store to replenish the drained fridge.
	Max and my friends played Playstation while is sat back and thought
about the party I had just thrown. It was awesome. We had make-outs, we had
some sex.  that was only my friend and his girlfriend...the stripper, we
had some alcohol, then we had a chill session with MTV. Good times! Soon,
an hour had passed and many games had been played on the Playstation. I
decided to go downstairs and check on my mom.
	As I walked down the stairs, I had a feeling something was wrong.
My mom was talking with someone and she was crying. But the person wasn't
there, it was over the phone.
	As I walked down the stairs my uneasiness increased as I heard the
phone hit the granite floor and watched it skid to my feet. I looked up and
walked into the living room.
	My mother was no where to be seen, but I heard her crying. I walked
around the couch and on the floor she was sitting with her hands on her
face.
	"What's wrong mom?!" I almost had to yell to get her to acknowledge
me.  She snapped out of her blank stare like she was waking up. She slowly
looked up at me through her teary eyes. Their piercing blueness staring
into mine.
	"It's your father." she choked out, " He's been in an accident."
She reached for my hand. And held it.
	"He's alright though...right?", I said through a half smile,
"Right?  Mom?" She had looked away, "No." She choked back her tears again,
"Honey. They couldn't save him. They tried real hard but they couldn't save
him." She had obviously talked to her friend Darlene whom worked at the
local hospital.  Her words didn't connect with me. They simply passed
through me. The suddenly what she had said registered. A look of horror
apparently swept across my face. My mother reached out to bring me, her
oldest son, close to her. I stepped back away from her. Refusing to believe
what she was saying. She reached for me again.
	"NO! You're wrong!" I screamed
	"Honey. they took him to the hospital!" she said gently back
	"SHUT-UP! You're lying!"
	"They couldn't save."
	"NO!" I interrupted her
	"They couldn't save him." she continued, tears streaming her face.
	I fell back on the cold granite floor of the liviing room. A
thousand thoughts ran through my head. I could see my mother pleading with
me, but I couldn't hear her.
	Finally, the news began to sink in. My eyes filled with tears. I
looked around waiting for my dad to walk in the door and say 'it was all
just a joke'.  He never came. I looked up at the stairs, my friends were
standing at the bottom. They were brought by my screams of hatred. Max was
standing between my mother and me. My head cleared for a second to hear my
mother to speak.
	"They did the best they could honey. He was too badly
injured. Darlene; at the hospital, said, the last thing he said was, 'Tell
my wife and sons I love them very, very much."
	Once again my mind filled with thousands of thoughts. 'He can't be
dead!'  it's not possible. I once again lost what my mother and Max were
saying in the confusion of my mind arguing with itself, as it struggled to
grasp what had happened.
	'He can't be dead.'
	'She just said he was!'
	'She's wrong. he can't die. He's everything...like Superman to me!'
	'There's always kryptonite.'  With that last thought my brain shut
itself down and I refused to think. The last thing I remember is calmly
lying down on the floor and seeing my mom and Max all alone.

Chapter 5: Final Rest

	As I awoke I'd forgotten the events of last night. I heard the rain
hitting the gable of my window. I was still half asleep when I realized
that someone was in my bed. As I looked down in my sleep derived stupor I
recognized the head of hair as being Max's.
	At that moment, the memory of last night flooded out of my
subconscious.  An extreme sense of panic swept through me...Had last night
all been a bad dream? As I looked to my right the reality finally sunk
in. It was true, all of it was true.
	My mother sat curled up on the couch in my room. Her mascara had
run from tears shed in the night. She slept there the whole night watching
her boys.
	Just then I remembered more of last night... I remembered waking up
on the floor with my mother in tears. She was talking on the phone to the
parents of my friends. Apparently informing them of the tragedy and asking
them to come and get their children.
	I got up off of the floor and slowly walked up the stairs towards
my room.  Max was always with me. He followed me up the stairs to my room
and climbed in the bed after me, slowly laying his head on top of my chest.
As I dozed off to sleep I realized he was crying. I stroked his head as we
both fell asleep.

* * *

	The rain fell in large drops onto the many black umbrellas that
surrounded the eventual resting place of my father. I stood at my mother's
side as she wept, with my hand on her shoulder. It was a typical Northern
California, Autumn day. The sky was a dark shade of gray and the tops of
the trees slightly swayed with the force of the wind.
	It rained each of the three days since my father's death. It never
stopped.  Since the morning after, when I woke up, I haven't said a word. I
felt as if my whole world had collapsed around me. My entire belief in the
fact that my father would always be with me was completely shattered.
	Max stood to my left, facing the grave. His eyes were red and puffy
from constant crying. It was strange, I seemed to be the only person not
crying. I guess I was trying to be strong now that I was "the man of the
family". It also seemed odd to think of myself as the man of the family
being not quite 14.
	I was snapped back to attention when my mother gently squeezed the
hand I had left on her shoulder. I looked forward to see the priest finish
the ceremony and walk quietly to the back of the crowd. I stood with my
mouth open wide, unable to move, as the mourners walked off towards their
respective cars.  My normally very perky blonde spikes drooped into my
eyes, either from the weight of the rain or the weight on my heart.
	"Good-bye, Michael." My mother whispered as she closed her eyes.
Her blonde hair also sagging due to the rain, her fit-for-her-age body
shook from the cold and the loss. She warily stood and walked towards the
coffin and leaned over to kiss the final resting place of her husband. She
broke down into sobs before remembering Max and I were still there and
regaining her composure.
	"Mom." I stammered out, my voice squeaking from the cold.
	"I'll leave you three alone." As she walked off towards the limo
she stopped only once to watch us.

Chapter 6: Last Goodbyes

	Max and I stood, dumbfounded, for a moment. I took the first shaky
steps towards my fathers tomb. Max was always one step behind, his equally
wet hair in his blue eyes.
	As we arrived at the coffin I reached down and laid a hand upon the
top of the gray box.
	" Well dad, I guess this is it." my throat growing tight " I know
that whatever I say here you can hear, and that you will always be with me.
I just wish that we could have had a little more time together." I paused
to regain my slipping composure. I felt Max's wet hand slide into mine. "I
want you to know a couple things before you go. first, I thought that I
should tell you that when I was 9 I hit the baseball through the front
window and blamed it on Max, but you probably already knew that. Second,
I'll do my best to take care of mom and Max.  I don't really know all that
much about being a man but I guess you have to learn sometime." A feint
smile crossed my face as I pictured the look on my dad's face after that
remark. "last, I want you to know that I love you more than any other
person in the world."
	I looked down at max and saw that he was crying now, his tears
mixing with the rain that fell at a constant pace. I put my arm around his
neck and pulled him close to me.
	" Do you wanna say anything to him?" I questioned max.
	" I love you dad. I want you to know that I'll always miss you."
max choked out between sobs.
	I began to walk towards the car with Max, stopping occasionally to
look back.


Chapter 7

	The ride home in the limo was possibly the longest I'd ever been
on. It was 3:30 when we pulled up to our house. I stepped out and raised
the umbrella for my mother who stepped out after Max. We walked into the
house slowly and unsteadily.
	"Are you guys hungry? I'll make you some soup." My mother looked as
though she needed something to do.
	I walked towards my room pausing only to look at the spot on the
living- room floor where I had collapsed 3 days earlier. Going up the
stairs I untied my tie and unbuckled my belt. I changed into a much need
pair of sweatpants and shirt. I emerged from my room to see max going down
the stairs in a like outfit.
	"the soup is on the table guys," my mother stated as she headed for
the sanctuary of her bedroom " You guys should take a bath you'll feel
better.  That's what I'm doing then I'm going to sleep. I love you boys"
	After Max and I finished up our soup I cleared the table and headed
back upstairs towards our bathroom. As I reached the top of the stairs, I
saw Max leaning against the doorjam of our bathroom.
	" I feel dizzy..." Max slurred out as he slipped towards the floor.
	I caught him before he made it all the way down.
	" You should take a bath, you don't look so good."
	I helped Max into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat
as I drew the bath. I turned around and pulled the white socks off of his
feet, then motioned for him to lift his arms, which he did. I pulled the
gray sweatshirt over his head carefully so not to upset his balance. I then
had him steady himself on my shoulder as I untied the drawstring on his
sweatpants. The Black sweatpants fell to his ankles revealing his nakedness
to me fully. Max sat again while I undressed and climbed into he tub. Max
stood facing away from me and sat between my legs with his head resting on
my chest.
	At first, I felt a little weird having my little brother sitting
between my legs with my dick pressed against his back. I gently began
washing his hair while he rested.
	"Max..." he paused. " How do you know when you're a man?"
	" I dunno...I guess you just do. Why?" I questioned while beginning
to soap his shoulders up with a bar.
	"Never mind...it was a stupid question" Max shied away from the
question.
	I continued soaping up Max's body until I reached his belly
button. I stopped, unsure of his reaction. Max turned his head
questioningly.
	"It's ok...I don't mind."
	I continued down and soaped his sparse pubic hairs then continued
further.  I released the soap when the area was as well lathered as I could
get it under water. I began cleaning the area. I reached down and wrapped
three fingers around his semi-hard dick and pulled his foreskin back,
making sure I cleaned under there. That elicited a slight moan from Max,
which made me feel a little wierd.
	After I had cleaned both of us, I stood and helped max from the tub
and into a large bath sheet. I walked him towards his room, but he stopped
just short of the door. He looked across the hall at my door.
	"Sean can I sleep with you tonight?" Max had a pleading look on his
face.
	"I don't see why not, Max," I appeased him.
	We walked into my room. I was naked and max wore only a towel. I
climbed into my queen size bed and scooted under my "Down" comforter. Max
snuggled in the bed next to me. I was on my back with his head on my chest
and a leg thrown over mine his soft penis rested against my upper-thigh. I
could smell the soft scent of his clean body and his hair in front of my
nose. I reached down and stroked his hair.
	Max began to softly cry into my chest. I was unsure of what to do.
	"Max, everything is going to be okay. Yeah, dad Is gone but we
still have mom...and each other." I added the each other to reassure him
the I would love him no matter what.
	Max rolled over onto his back with his head facing me. He had a sad
look on his face that almost made me cry. I had to do something to make him
feel better. I took a huge chance.
	I leaned forward and slowly placed my lips on his. The kiss only
lasted for a few seconds. I leaned back and brushed some of Max's blonde
hair from his eyes. I looked into his eyes and saw how much love he had for
me. Again, I leaned forward and placed my lips on his this time he began to
kiss back. I could tell this was his first real kiss by how sloppy the
were, but the were good all the same. I reached up and placed my hand
behind his neck and lightly stoked his hair with the other.
	I decided to take another risk and slid my tongue out slowly
towards his mouth. Up until that moment his eyes had been shut. The look on
them was one of uncertainty. I stopped my advance long enough to say
something.
	"It's ok max." very reassuringly
	After that comment, I resumed the kiss and again pushed my tongue
slightly out of my lips. This time, however, it met Max's. I pushed his
tongue and mine into his mouth and began to explore.
	Up until this point, I was a completely heterosexual young teenager
who had a very limited amount of sexual participation with the opposite
sex.  Although my experience was limited to fondling and a great blow-job I
was using what I remembered.
	I decided to take another gamble just then. I broke the kiss and
opened my eyes. Max's eyes stared into mine. My left hand stayed behind his
neck and my right hand moved down to his chest. Max's eyes changed to one
of surprise. As I made contact with his chest, Goosebumps covered him. I
slowly slid my hand down his abdomen to his belly button then continued
further. Soon, my hand came in contact with my little brother's 11 year old
penis.
	Max's dick was about 4.5 to 5 inches in length and had a very small
patch of developing pubic hair above it.
	As my hand came in contact with Max's cock he jumped slightly then
an unsure look struck his ice-blue eyes. He opened his mouth to say
something. I responded by wrapping my hand around his stiffy and slightly
pulling the foreskin back to expose the head. His mouth hung open slightly
and his eyes closed partly. I pushed him down so the he was lying flat on
his back on the bed. I pulled the covers of the bed back to reveal his
small frame to me. His skinny stomach moved up and down with every breath.
I touched his chest, his heart was beating like a drum. I now could see his
body at it's finest. I straddled his legs and began to slowly pull his
foreskin over the sensitive head of his cock then back down again. I
developed a slow rhythm that I continued to use.
	I watched his face as I slowly jacked him off. It filled with
ecstasy. His eyes closed and his head leaned back into the pillow. He
moaned slightly as I pulled his foreskin all the way down, past the head of
his cock. I moved forward so that we were face to face. I once again began
to kiss him. This time his tongue responded and I let him enter my mouth.
He explored my mouth while I slowly jacked him off. I broke our kiss and
kissed him on the forehead. I looked into his eyes.
	"Max I love you so much. I wanna give you something." I whispered
into his ear.
	I kissed his neck the moved down slightly to his chest and kissed
directly where his pecs would one day form completely. I then moved down to
his belly button and kissed the hairless hole. I once again slid down, this
time I was face to face with his four and a half inch cock. Max propped
himself up on his elbows in anticipation. I looked down at the penis in
fron of me. I slid the foreskin as far down as it would go then slipped the
head into my mouth. Max gasped in a deep breath as my warm saliva-filled
mouth slid down the length of his cock. I continued down until my nose
touched his small amount of pubic hair then started back up. Max began to
stroke my hair and thrust his pelvis towards my mouth with each downward
trip of my mouth. After about 20 strokes Max began to tense up. I knew what
was about to happen. However, I wasn't sure of what to expect exactly or
what to do, so I stayed where I was and took his cock deep into my
mouth. My motion downward was helped by Max's hips thrusting forward while
pressing down on the back of my head with his hands.
	" God Sean...I think I'm gonna cum...ohhhh...gooooddd." Max
breathed between Pants.
	Suddenly I felt a small amount of warm liquid squirt into the back
of my throat. I tried to not swallow it but there was such a small amount I
figured it wasn't so bad.
	I released Max's still hard cock from my lips and let it rest on
his hip.  I scooted up to Max's head and watched as he came down from his
young orgasmic bliss. His eyes opened slowly as he laid there still
slightly shaking.
	"Oh my god...I've never done that before." Max exclaimed.
	"You've never cum before?" I said while stroking his chest and
lying down on the pillow next to him.
	"I've come close but never actually done it. That was great." He
smiled at me.
	I leaned forward and kissed him once again on the lips. Shortly
after he fell asleep cuddled close to my chest.


That's it for part 1: good stuff? Comments? E-mail me:
This story is true. I did lose my father 4 years ago exactly how it
happened in the story. the following events are also true.