Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2003 16:36:02 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Chapter 2 (corrected)
MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
Chapter Two
WARNING: This story is offensive to some people. If you
don't like hearing or reading about gay love, sex, or incest--
or if it's not legal for you to read sexually explicit
material--don't read this story. The story is based on fact.
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Chapter Two - Discovery
We must have looked and sounded really funny, running
and shivering our way back to the cabin in the dark after our
shower--10 fourteen-year-old guys wrapped in towels--using
some not-so-nice words to say how cold it felt to be half wet
and exposed to the night air in the mountains. There were
sounds of 'Ow!' and 'Ooh!' as tender bare feet blindly stepped
on sharp rocks and pointed twigs along the path.
We all gave a sigh of relief when we finally walked into
the warmth of our cabin. I figured it would be time for bed.
There was no sign of Phil, who had been there when we left for
our showers. Everyone was putting their regular clothes back
on, so I did, too.
We were no sooner all dressed, when Phil came in and
told us to get ready for bed and lights out. At least they
had electricity at this place. We were told it was built in
1940 something. I don't think they updated it since then.
The thing that made it great was the huge plot of land they
had, including the lake, and a fair amount of the forest.
Everyone grumbled that they had to get undressed again.
As I started to undo my belt, a younger boy, about 12, came
running into the cabin, all out of breath. Everyone stopped
what they were doing, and stared at him.
"Hey, you!" Phil growled at the kid. "Knock before you
enter another cabin."
"Sorry, I didn't know," the boy said, looking scared.
"What's your name and what can I do for you?" Phil
asked. The kid hesitated like he forgot why he was there.
"Oh! Dillon McAdam. Phone call at the office for Matt
Rogers."
"Phone call?" I said, gulping and looking worried.
"Don't worry, Matt." Phil said, "It's probably your
parents just making sure you got here ok--that happens all the
time. You don't know your way to the office, do you, Matt? I
have to stay here and put my boys to bed. Dillon, can you
show him?"
"No--I gotta get back to my cabin right away."
"I can take him to the office," Rick said. Phil agreed,
and Rick and I headed out.
"Flashlights!" Phil shouted.
We turned back, went to our bunks, grabbed the
flashlights, then sped out the door. It was night, and
outside, there were no lights. Wherever your flashlight
didn't shine, it was totally black. I thought that was cool.
That's the way is was where I lived, once you got away from
the house.
"How far is it?" I asked Rick, after it seemed like we'd
walked forever.
"Not that far. We'll be there soon."
I began to wonder if whoever was calling me would stay
on the phone and wait all this time. Just then, someone
grabbed me from behind. I screamed. Then he let go and left
suddenly, and I could hear older boys laughing in the
distance. It wasn't a big deal, but it bothered me. I was
starting to wonder if I was going to be picked on because I
was little. That idea didn't sit well with me.
"Don't worry, they're just teasin' ya," Rick said. As I
think back on it, I have to give Rick credit. For an only
child, he seemed to be good at knowing my feelings and knowing
what to say.
"Hello?" I said, when I finally got to the phone.
"Hello?" I thought the line was dead, but then I heard
static. I kept talking but there was no answer. Finally, I
gave up. Glum described my mood, then.
"Everything's OK!" Rick said. "What could be wrong,
Matt--we just got here, right?"
"Yeah," I said, as we made our way through the
blackness, headed back to our cabin.
"Hey Matt--there's three guys your size in our group.
Maybe you'll get to wrestle one of 'em."
Rick was doing his best to cheer me up. It wasn't so
much that I thought something bad happened, but I really
wanted to talk to dad or Damon, or whoever called me. I guess
I was just let down. I was sure it was Damon.
When Rick and I arrived at the cabin, I was glad Phil
took me outside and asked me about the phone call in private.
"I thought the line was dead," I explained, "and then I
heard static, but no one was on the other end." I was
embarrassed.
"That's ok, Matt. Don't worry. That happens a lot,
here. The phone lines aren't the best."
I didn't say anything. It helped to know about the
phone lines, and Rick was being nice suggesting I might
actually win a wrestling match, but I had trouble falling
asleep, anyway.
By the time morning came, I felt great, and I'd pretty
much forgotten about the phone call. The first thing I
noticed was a pile of boxes in the cabin. Phil was up, and
noticed my curious look, wondering what the boxes were for.
"Mess kits," Phil said.
"Oh," I said, "but I brought my own."
"Good! Use it, then. But if there's anything you need,
I can get it for you from one of these."
"Thanks," I said, jumping down from my bunk, reaching
for my clothes. I was starting to like Phil more and more.
He seemed to really care about us. I bent over, digging
through my bag for fresh underwear.
"You out of underwear, Matt, or do you sleep nude all
the time?" Phil asked, with no particular tone.
"I never wear clothes to bed," I said, turning around to
face Phil. I almost told him that I tried wearing underwear
at night, once, and it felt so weird to me when I moved in
bed--but I didn't say it. I was still naked. I guess because
Damon and I talked a lot in the morning before we got dressed,
being nude was no big deal to me. I was surprised Phil asked
about it. He seemed a little embarrassed, and I thought that
was funny--with him being eighteen, and all.
Damon told me once that because our grandparents came
from Europe, we didn't have the hang-ups about being naked
that some people have in the U.S.
"I guess I'll have to wake these sleepyheads up," Phil
said, smiling. No one else was up yet.
The second surprise of the day was a pile of boxes
outside--around what should have been a campfire. I was the
first one out, so I started building the fire right away. The
boxes were our breakfast, and I peeked in a few of them. They
were all the same--eggs, bread, butter, jelly, and two little
containers of milk. I greased the pan from my mess kit after
the fire got going, so I wouldn't forget when it came time to
cook the eggs. I had a habit of forgetting, and ending up
with a pile of junk stuck to the pan.
Breakfast went smoothly, and the food was good. We were
messy, though, and cleanup was hell.
It was cloudy, and no one wanted to go swimming. That
was fine with me, because we got to play basketball. Damon
and I played a lot at home because he was on the basketball
team, and he had to practice--so I was I pretty good at it. I
did ok, but got fouled a lot. I was used to that, though.
I don't know if Rick said something to Phil, or if Phil
had it planned, but we had a wrestling match that day, and I
actually won. The boy I wrestled wasn't the smallest one of
the bunch, either, and I was glad about that--he probably had
five pounds on me. He was a really good sport, and we enjoyed
ourselves. They had given us all postcards, and I couldn't
wait to write home and tell Damon about it. I knew it would
make him smile and be proud of me. Then I remembered the
phone call and started wondering about that, again. By this
time, the sun was coming out, and all the guys were in good
spirits.
Everyone got to wrestle, and I was glad Rick won his
match. We all showered after wrestling, and after a quick
towel fight, we finished getting back into our clothes, like
Phil told us. There was one guy in our group that must have
been an early bloomer--he was really tall, and his muscles
looked like Damon's.
It was hot, and I wondered why we weren't putting our
bathing suits on to go swimming, but I didn't say anything. I
stuffed my dirty clothes into my laundry bag. I guess it was
close enough to lunch time, by then, that we'd end up eating
too late if we took time to swim, now. Phil knew what he was
doing.
"Hey, Bud!"
I knew that voice. I turned around. It was Damon! My
heart pounded at the sight of my brother. All I wanted to do
was reach up and hug him, but I knew that wouldn't be cool in
front of the guys, so I had to wait. We beamed at each other.
"Damon! Wow!" I felt awkward. I guess Damon did, too.
"How ya doin', Matt?"
"Great!" My face hurt from smiling. "Hey guys," I said
proudly, "this is my brother, Damon."
"Hi Damon." The sound of their voices, all saying the
same thing at the same time made me think of school. They all
looked at him.
"Hi guys," Damon said. He was always so confident.
Damon said something to Phil, and the next thing I knew,
I was walking through the campgrounds with my brother.
"Damon, I'm so happy to see you! I never--"
"I'm real glad to see you, Matt," he said with a huge
smile. "Surprised?"
"Yeah, I'll say!" Damon always walked so fast, I had to
work hard to keep up with him. I think his legs were about a
foot longer than mine.
"Last night, I tried to call you and tell you I was
coming, but I got disconnected. I kept trying to call back,
but the line was busy the rest of the night."
"Damon, thanks! I don't care about that--I mean...
just...I'm so happy you're here." I guess that sounded dumb,
because we already knew we were glad to see each other, but it
felt like I'd been away from him for a week.
"I packed a lunch," he said. "Thought we'd find a spot
and eat." We just kept walking. I had no idea where we were
going.
"Sounds great, Damon. How long will you be here?" I
asked eagerly.
"I'll see about staying overnight. Don't really know
the rules at this camp."
"Wow, that sounds really good, Damon!" I didn't know
which part of his face I liked better--his brown eyes or his
big smiley teeth.
I was thrilled. I knew I loved my brother, and admired
him, but I guess I was dense. Either that or I didn't think I
was worth it, but it was slowly dawning on me that Damon cared
about me the same way I cared about him. All of a sudden I
saw the past in a whole new light.
"I'll stay as long as I can, Matt," he said, suddenly
getting a weird look on his face, "or should I call you
'MATTY?'"
"Get out!" I said, and gave Damon a firm, friendly punch
in the ribs. He just grinned--knowing he got a rise out of
me. His smile had extra meaning for me, now. I wondered if
that showed on my face, like everything else did. My mind was
a blur. My knuckles hurt from punching his ribs.
I had a million questions about what was going on at
home, and Damon had plenty of questions for me about camp. We
talked and talked the whole way. A few of the older boys gave
us a stare as we passed by. I guess they wondered what we
were grinning about. A lot of them were nice and said hello.
We got to a quiet spot in the smaller, front part of the
woods, with lots of pine needles, and Damon pulled lunch out
of his knapsack. The really good and more private spots were
in a huge forest on the back side of the camp, but this was
perfect for lunch.
It took forever to eat--we took occasional bites between
paragraphs. I still couldn't believe my big brother drove all
this way to find me at camp. I was preoccupied sifting
through a bunch of new feelings, and we were so busy talking,
I forgot about hugging him. I thought of one of my friends
who never really talked with his brother, and started to think
how great life was with Damon. I just kept looking at him.
I wanted to believe that all brothers had what we had,
but now I was beginning to think that very few did. As happy
as I was right then, I felt disappointed about that.
Compared to me and my little 5 foot 2 body--all 90
pounds of it, with my pale blond hair and equally pale blue
eyes--Damon was a god. He was tall--about 6 feet, I guessed,
lean, almost thin, with real muscles, brassy brown hair, and
deep brown eyes that grabbed your attention. He had hair in
different places on his body, even a little on his chest and
under his arms. I had zip for hair.
I was a late bloomer, they said, and had zip between my
legs, too--compared to Damon. I was anxious to get to the
blooming part. One day when I asked, he said that when I got
taller, my dick would grow, too.
I used to fantasize about that. Since I had about ten
inches to grow to catch up with Damon's height, my dick would
do a whole lot of growing--then everyone would admire me, and
no one would tease me about being little.
About a month ago, I'd asked Damon about sex. I'd heard
some of the guys talk about jerking off, but I didn't
understand.
"Don't listen to those guys. When you get older you'll
find out," Damon said. "That's the most fun part--discovering
it by yourself."
Fun? I peed with it, and sometimes it got hard and
hurt, but that was about it. Although it WAS fun to pee
together. We did that a lot, but it was sort of routine. I
always felt secure when my brother explained things to me, so
I was satisfied with what Damon told me. I guess I never
thought about it much, after that.
After we ate, we stopped at the office, and Damon asked
about sleeping over. They had a special cabin for overnight
family visitors, and the two of us could sleep there, but
Damon got permission for us to sleep in the woods. I was
never so happy in my life. He took the keys to the cabin, so
we would have a home base, I guess.
The family guest cabin was on a part of the lake away
from the main camp, so we pretty much had the whole area to
ourselves. The cabin was homey, and Damon threw his stuff on
the bed. I thought for sure this would be our hello hug, but
Damon pulled out his bathing suit and started unbuttoning his
shirt. That was all the hint I needed, and I started
stripping, too. Damon was naked way before me, so he just
stood and watched as I finished taking my clothes off. My
eyes were all over him.
"Damon, did you just work out?" That startled my
brother, and he looked into my eyes.
"No, squirt, why?"
Damon looked different. He was very red-looking, and
pumped up, somehow. "Your body...it's...you look redder, or
something."
"No. No workout yet, today. Must be the mountain air,"
he said, as he reached for his bathing suit.
"Ooops. I forgot mine."
"You forgot what?" Damon flashed me a smile. I was
always forgetting stuff.
"My bathing suit."
"Screw it. There's no one around. We'll just go
skinny-dipping," Damon said, as he tossed his suit.
"Cool!" I shouted.
Swimming with Damon was fun, mostly because we raced--
and since I didn't weigh much, most times I could keep up with
him. When we got tired of that, we would play in the water,
just goofing around. I loved that, and for some reason it was
more fun when we could do it naked.
"Yeah. But before we go in the water..." Damon said in
his most authoritative tone...
"I know--mandatory ten-minute layout in the sun, first."
I loved being in the water, but Damon always had to sun
himself first, so we had it worked out. I would lay with him
for ten minutes, then we'd go in the water--unless it was
really hot out, then we both just jumped in. I never saw the
point in laying out. You got just as tan, swimming. My
instinct was to head for the water and dive in, but no way was
I going swimming alone, with Damon lying on the beach.
I took secret admiring glances at my brother--and some
not-so-secret--especially his big chest and his legs. We
really didn't have secrets from each other, and he was used to
me staring at him. He played basketball, so he didn't have
any fat on him. He was built more like a football
quarterback. I'd hoped I would look that way, some day. His
arms were awesome, too.
Damon was very good-looking, but I guess I took that for
granted. I told him I thought he was the best-looking guy in
our school. Damon told me I was cute, for a little fucker,
but he didn't use that word a lot, and never around dad. He
scratched his dick, and that made me giggle. He knew I was
watching. He looked at me.
"Matt, dad says you need more meat on your bones, but I
think you look good, thin."
"I'm not thin, I'm skinny. I wanna look like you."
Damon just smiled, soaking up the admiration.
"Beat you to the water!" Damon said, springing up
suddenly. I was up for the challenge. Of course, with his
long legs and sixteen-year-old strength, he knew he could
outrun his fourteen-year-old brother. But I had fun trying.
This time, I was on his heels, and I grabbed his ankles when
he hit the water.
"I got ya!" I yelled, grinning at Damon's surprise.
"Just luck, Bud. Besides, I went slow so you could
catch me."
"Yeah, yeah."
We played in the water, then swam, then played some
more. At the end, Damon put me on his shoulders--me sitting
with a leg on either side of his neck. He paraded around the
water that way, as if showing me off--with my heels pounding
his chest like he was some kind of bass drum--although no one
was around to see. And he didn't try to dunk me! After that,
I tried to put him on my shoulders and carry him around, but I
wasn't strong enough, yet. It felt good to try, though, and
it felt really good that he let me try.
By this time, it was past sunset, and we needed to find
a spot to make camp. As we waded our way out of the water, I
told Damon about the forest at the back side of the camp
--not that I needed to. I'm sure he'd already looked around
and seen it for himself.
"Matt--did you check it out, yet? Find a good spot to
camp out?" Damon said, as he dried himself.
"Not really, but--"
"That's ok. We'll find one."
"Yep," I said, knowing he was an experienced camper. I
wasn't far behind him in camping skills.
We hopped back to the guest cabin, and gabbed for a
while. Damon looked outside and saw it was almost dark.
"We better get moving, Matt."
We threw our clothes on, and picked up our gear--Damon's
gear, really. It's a good thing my brother's a good planner.
He had everything we would need--right down to an extra
flashlight. Now it was time to head out and find a place for
the night.
Damon seemed to be in a hurry, dashing through the trees
at top speed. I could barely keep up with him. By this time,
it was totally dark. It's a good thing we both had
flashlights, or I would have lost him. The special feeling I
have when we do things together, especially camping, is one of
the best feelings in the world. I knew if we were separated,
he'd find me.
Finally, Damon stopped and said this was our campsite.
It had a lot of pine needles on the ground, just like our
lunch spot--that made it soft and a good place to put your
sleeping bag. It was high, too, so if it rained, we wouldn't
be in a puddle. I hadn't noticed the temperature dropping,
and I was cold, all of a sudden.
We both instinctively started building the campfire
before pitching the tent. Once the fire was going and the
tent was secured, we relaxed. Damon reached for his gear.
"I see you brought the big tent."
"Yeah," he said, grinning, "I wanted us to have plenty
of room." There's nothing worse than that cramped feeling I
always got in a pup tent. Damon knew that.
"Aren't you gonna let me hug you hello?" I finally
asked, as Damon unzipped the sleeping bag.
"Sure thing, Matt. Let's climb in the sack, first--
It's chilly out here," Damon said, stripping off his clothes
furiously. We were naked in no time. I took the rest of the
gear, and Damon grabbed our clothes. We ducked into the tent,
and climbed into the extra-big, heavy sleeping bag. It was
about a year ago, it seemed, when Damon and I last slept in
it, and it felt good to crawl in with him.
I reached out, groped around, and put our clothes in a
special plastic bag, so they'd be dry in the morning. Damon
usually did that, but I'd beat him to it. This particular bag
made its own unique crinkling sounds, as I stuffed it full.
"I was just going to do that," Damon said, as if
apologizing for that fact that I ended up doing it.
"I know," I said. "I just wanted to do it."
The last thing I saw as I turned out my flashlight was
his white smile. Damon not only had a great smile, but for me
it was a sign of his approval. That gave me a special feeling
in a league of its own. I did my favorite thing and rubbed
his chest. I liked doing that, and I guess Damon knew it was
my way of saying I was happy and feeling good.
"I love when you do that," he said softly.
"You do?" I was surprised. Damon had never mentioned
it before. I can't explain the good feelings that went
through me at that moment. It was an extra, extra token of my
brother's approval.
"You've done that ever since I can remember."
It had been a hot day, but it got cool fast, at night,
up here in the mountains. It felt so good with him next to
me--even though the sleeping bag was hot enough with just one
person in it. I thought for sure Damon would do his favorite
thing and tickle me, but he didn't.
I always got hard when I climbed into bed. Damon did,
too. Being brothers and sleeping together, you get to know
each other's bodies pretty well, but you don't really think
about it a lot. I still hadn't figured out why it got soft
and hard, like it couldn't make up its mind, but I thought
that would be a really dumb thing to ask about.
When we were settled in, I could wait no more. I turned
on my flashlight, lighting up his face. "Ok," I said, "I'm
ready to give you your 'hello-I'm-glad-to-see-you' hug and
kiss." I guessed it would be a goodnight kiss, too, but I
didn't say that.
"Oh you are, huh?" Damon said, wasting no time getting
himself into the right position. I wasn't exactly slow
getting my arms and mouth into position either, and kissed him
as I hugged. When my lips touched him, he squeezed the air
out of me.
I'd given Damon a really good hello kiss. It's funny
about family kisses. With a hello or goodbye kiss, the person
coming or going does the kissing, and that's that. But this
time, Damon kissed back. I pulled away for a second, and put
the light on his face again. There was a strange look in
Damon's eyes, and in spite of the warmth of the insulated
sleeping bag, I was getting chills. The heat of his body
suddenly felt very good.
Usually he turned his back to me after we kissed
goodnight, but not this time. He moved in close and we were
pressed front-to-front together--which was great, back at home
in the winter, when our room was cold, but not really
necessary in this thick sleeping bag that dad made for us.
"Whoa! Something way bigger, here!" Damon said.
At first, I didn't know what he meant. Then it hit me
that maybe since my dick was bigger soft, it would be bigger
hard, too--and Damon felt it against him.
I could feel the blush in my face, and all I could say
was, "Um...."
"Um, nothing! You got a major thing going, here, Matt.
What happened? Did you grow up, overnight?"
"I...I don't know. I mean, I--"
I jumped when his hand wrapped around my penis. He'd
never done that before.
"Yup! Serious size increase. You're a big boy now,
Matt."
I'm sure I was glowing. I know I grinned from ear to
ear. I was a little scared, too.
"Um, thanks, Damon. I just noticed that, yesterday."
I'm not sure why, but I didn't want to tell Damon that Rick
had noticed it first.
I felt my brother's big, warm dick pressed against my
leg. That was nothing new because it happened a lot when we
were sleeping, and I always liked that feeling. But this
time, we were awake--and the end of it was touching my balls,
which made me shiver. He kept his hand wrapped around my
dick, and for the first time with Damon, I didn't know what to
do, so I wrapped my hand around his dick. I figured it was
always safe to do what he did. I liked it, even though I felt
a little weird putting my hand there. But there was more to
it. Something inside me was churning.
"Oh," Damon moaned. I wondered what was wrong, but
didn't dare say anything. Then, he squeezed his hand on my
hard dick. A huge wave of warm feelings went through me, as I
became more confused and overwhelmed.
"Damon that feels good," I said with my voice quivering
and my insides shaking. I wasn't sure how it was supposed to
feel. I thought maybe I was different, somehow.
"Feels good to me too, Matt." I loved the sound of my
brother's calm, deep voice.
"Really? It makes you feel good when I do that?" I got
brave and squeezed it in different places.
"Oh yeah!" Damon said in a curious, far away tone,
"Really good, bro."
I was overjoyed with the discovery that I could do
something so simple that made my brother feel good. So I did
it more. Then we were both squeezing our dicks faster and
faster. Damon always felt warm in bed, but now, he was warmer
than ever. I thought I'd explode with the good feelings.
"I like it, too, Damon. Feels great!" I could hardly
catch my breath, but I tried to be quiet about it--I didn't
want him to think something was wrong with me.
Then, he did something else new. He slid up to my face,
and kissed my neck with his lips spread out, and I felt how
hot his mouth was. His dick was right next to mine. I
couldn't help groaning. I think that encouraged him--he kept
doing that, then he kissed and licked me down my shoulder and
chest. At that point, I was shaking visibly, although it was
pitch black and you couldn't see anything. Damon kept his
squirming hand on my dick, and I kept moaning.
"I think I can do better, Matt," he said. For the first
time that I could remember, my brother sounded unsure of
himself. His voice was weird, and I didn't know what he
meant. He kept kissing lower and lower on me, until his face
was against my leg. He turned--so I could keep hold of him
down there, I think. This was totally new, and I was bursting
with curiosity and excitement.
"Oh, wow," I said, not able to actually think from the
new sensations. I could feel Damon's breath on my balls.
That felt really good in a weird way. I was in love with the
feeling of my brother's big pole in my hand, the way I could
make him moan, and the feel of his face against me. I knew
his dick was big when it got hard, but it seemed huge, now
that I was actually touching it.
Damon changed position, let go of my dick, and he slid
both his hands up my chest, across my bald armpits, and held
both my arms. I was shaking so hard, there was no way he
could've missed it. Then, he loosely gripped my arms at the
shoulder, and slid down them until my hands were engulfed by
his. I thought my heart would push itself out of my chest.
When Damon squeezed my hands, his hot mouth touched my dick.
"AH!" I screamed.
"Matt, I'm sorry, I--"
"No, Damon, don't be sorry--that felt so good!"
"Well, I really wasn't...and...felt good, huh? Didn't
taste bad, either. I thought it would have a bad taste."
"Damon, do it again."
"I...uh......Ok, bro."
Damon moved his lips up and down the side of my dick. I
never felt anything so good in my whole life.
"Oh, God, Damon! Let me do it to you!"
"No."
"Damon, you gotta let me. It feels so good, you won't
believe it!"
"It's not...feels that good huh?"
"Damon--I swear!"
"Ok, Matt. Just...ok go ahead, bro."
It all came back to me--what I heard the older boy say
in the shower last night. All of a sudden, it didn't sound so
weird. At first, I slid my lips on the side of his dick, like
Damon did to me. Then I did what the boy said last night. I
pushed my lips out, and slid them over the end of it, and
wiggled my tongue. I felt my brother's hot dick swell in my
mouth.
"Oh, Matt!" Damon said, sounding so dreamy, as he put
his hand on my head. Then I knew he really liked it.