Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 01:13:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Michael Smith <wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Closeness of Brothers - 3

The Closeness of Brothers

By: Michael Smith

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-Chapter 3: Noah's Mark-

Caleb watches his brother for one more moment.  He is not
happy that Noah is in pain, but he cannot seem to look away.
The adrenaline coursing through the boy seems to make his
muscles seem more taught.  There are beads of sweat caressing
the perfection of the boy's skin.  Caleb takes a step closer
towards his brother.

"Take them off," Caleb says firmly.  "Let me have a look."

This time, there is no hesitation.  Noah pulls at the
drawstring and then pushes his shorts down to the floor.  This
time, there is no erection.  Angry purple welts wrap around the
inside of Noah's left thigh.  A shiver runs through Caleb's body
when he sees them.  He takes another step closer to his brother.

Caleb runs his fingers through Noah's hair; while he does
so, he puts his other hand on Noah's arm.  He feels the boy stop
shaking.  Caleb bows his head and kisses Noah's forehead.

"I know it hurts, but it isn't that bad, so don't worry,"
Caleb whispers.  Noah nods.  Caleb pulls gently on Noah's arm,
leading him to the shower.  "Sit down," Caleb says.  Noah looks
beneath him and sits off to the side, away from the spout.  He
does not understand what is happening, but he trusts Caleb.
They are brothers, after all, and Caleb has never led him
astray—at least not at times like this, when it really counts.
Caleb can tell that Noah's pain is already subsiding a little
bit, just from Caleb promising to take care of it.  He looks
down at Noah, the boy sitting naked against the shower wall,
still holding himself where it stings.

"Let go of it; keep your knees in the air and open your
legs," Caleb says.  Noah obeys immediately.  Caleb undoes the
knot, and his own shorts fall to the floor.  He kicks them
behind him, out of the shower, and closes the glass, shower door
behind himself.

Noah looks up at his brother.  The boy's eyes open wide.
He knows, all of a sudden, what Caleb is planning to do.

"N-no ..." the boy stammers.  "Caleb, you can't.  It's so ..."

"Quiet."  The command is firm.  Noah swallows and closes
his eyes.  Caleb, at seventeen, cannot control his erections any
more than brother, who is thirteen minus a day.  He wishes he
could; being hard will make this more difficult.  He closes his
eyes and pushes down on himself, pointing his cock at its
target.

He pushes, and through the erection, a stream begins to
flow.  Caleb watches it carefully to make sure it reaches its
mark.  The flow becomes more steady as Noah's leg becomes coated
in his brother's scent.  Noah does not know what to make of what
is happening, but he remains still.  He loves and trusts his
brother.  And besides ... Noah begins to smile.  Caleb smiles too;
it must be working.

Noah's boyhood hangs limp; its slightly curved shape makes
it look almost like a little boy dressed in a hoodie.  As
Caleb's pee flow down Noah's leg, coating the stings and
bringing the boy relief, it comes to life.  Caleb holds his cock
in place and watches as Noah's grows, as the blood flows to it,
bringing it into an erection.  Noah's face turns even more red,
but still he does not move.  He rests his head against the wall
behind him and waits for the pain to be completely gone.

The scent of Caleb's piss surrounds them inside the shower.
Caleb squats down and reaches a hand forward.  The backs of
Caleb's fingers trace the outside of Noah's ear.  The boy cocks
his head and Caleb's fingers touch his neck, leaning his head
into feel of Caleb's touch.

"Has it stopped hurting?"

"Completely."

"Good.  Come on Noah, we'd better get cleaned up before mom
and dad wonder where we are."

Noah stands and Caleb turns on the shower.  They wash
thoroughly, the smell of soap and shampoo replacing that of
Caleb's wet mark.

The boys stop by the bar at edge of the beach on their way
back.  Only three of the four drinks contain alcohol.  Mom and
dad are awake now, and they sit up at the sight of their boys
and the drinks.  Noah grins from ear to ear.  Now that the pain
is gone, it is a battle scar; it is an exciting story to tell.
He walks up to his mother and lifts up the leg of his shorts.

"Mom!" he says excitedly.  "Look what happened!"

...

An afternoon in the sun and the water fades into a large
dinner.  They are talkative and happy; but the boys are tired
when they return to the room, and there is silence between them.
Without mom and dad around, the day's earlier events seem to
hang over them.  They stand next to one another in the bathroom,
brushing their teeth and rinsing their mouths.  When finished,
they strip down to their underwear before climbing into their
own beds.

...

Caleb listens to the rhythm of Noah's breathing as he falls
asleep.  But then he wakes, not much later, to the sound of a
rattling bed.

"Noah?" he says, his voice groggy.  The rattling stops
immediately.  There is no response.  "Noah, what are you doing?"
Caleb says more firmly.

"N-nothing.  I was just tossing and turning.  Go back to
sleep."  Caleb yawns and stretches; he reaches over and turns on
the bedside lamp.  Noah is settling into the comforters.

"Noah, I asked you a question."  Noah's face turns red.
Caleb sits up in bed, letting his blanket fall to his waist.
"Noah, what happened to trusting me?"

The boy pulls the comforters more tightly around himself.

"Fine, I was jerking off, okay?"

"Okay," Caleb says.  "See, that wasn't so hard.  Can I make
a suggestion?"

"What?"

"Don't do it so hard.  Do it gently.  You've got to take
your time and enjoy it."

"What do you mean?"

"You're shaking the whole room, Noah.  If you do it, you
know, properly, it will feel a million times better.  Want me to
show you?"  Caleb's heart pounds as he asks the question.  This
is the opportunity he was waiting for ever since he stood
outside of Noah's bedroom door, listening to the boy's furious
breathing.

"Show me?  How?" Noah asks.  After what happened earlier,
the boy is not immediately dismissive of his brother's
suggestions.  But this is a sensitive topic; it is something the
boys have never talked about before.  They are treading new
water.

"Come here," Caleb says, patting the bed beside him.  Caleb
yawns; he is excited, but he is too tired.  Despite getting
caught, Noah's erection did not go down.  He climbs out of bed,
naked, and into Caleb's.  Caleb lifts the comforter for him.

The boys lay down, facing each other.  Caleb reaches over,
under the comforter, and takes one of Noah's hands.  "Noah," he
says.  "If I'm going to show you this stuff, you have to promise
that you're going to listen to me and do exactly what I say."

"I promise Caleb," Noah says, without hesitation.

"Good boy," Caleb says, stroking the boy's hair.  "Now,
stick out one of your fingers."  Noah sticks out his index
finger.  Caleb takes two of his fingers and begins to rub Noah's
finger, very gently, back and forth.

"See how loosely I'm doing that?  And gently?  That's how
you should try it."

"Oh," Noah says.  "Alright.  Umm, should I try it now?"
Caleb nods.  He is covered by the blankets, but Caleb watches
his brother with fascination.  He watches Noah's face, the boy
concentrating on his task, wanting to do it properly, the way
his big brother just showed him.  Caleb lets him stroke for a
while, before taking the boy's wrist and stopping him.

"That's enough for now.  Let's wait, and do it tomorrow
night instead.  The longer you wait in between doing it, the
better it feels."

"Huh?  Are you serious?  But ..."

"Yes Noah," Caleb says firmly.  "I'm serious.  And you
promised to do as I say."  Caleb leans forward and gives Noah a
peck on the lips.  "Good night Noah."

"Alright Caleb, good night."  It takes all of Caleb's will
power to resist masturbating.  He has never been this desperate
for it in his life.  But still, he smiles.  Noah is being
obedient; this is what will get Caleb what he needs.

Caleb stretches in the calm quiet of the early morning.
Beside him is his brother, breathing softly.  Caleb watches
Noah, waiting for the boy to wake up.  When Noah opens his eyes,
he is greeted with a kiss and a wish of a happy birthday.  He
smiles.  He says a groggy thank you, and then turns around and
goes back to sleep.

...

When they wake properly, the boys return to the beach.
Noah fearlessly goes back into the ocean, wanting to see more
fish, despite what happened yesterday.  After snorkeling for a
while, the boys come out of the ocean and return to their
parents.  Mom asks Noah to walk with her on the beach.  Caleb
says he will come too, but Dad says he needs to talk to Caleb
about something.  He uses a serious tone.

"Someone's in trouble," Noah says mockingly.

"Nobody's in trouble," mom says.  "Come on."  Mom and Noah
walk off, down the beach.

"Let's go have a drink," dad says.

"What's going on dad?" Caleb asks, walking towards the bar
with his father.  He is starting to get worried.  He is not sure
what he did to be in trouble, but dad is acting the way he does
when one of the boys has done something wrong.

"Just come on.  And don't tell your mother I'm letting you
drink."  Dad orders them two beers, and they sit at a small
table, with a view of the ocean.  "Caleb, it's important that
you decide about college."

"Oh," Caleb says.  "That."

He takes a sip of his beer.  Mom wants Caleb to stay at
home.  Dad's opinion on the matter has been made clear.  Caleb
has a comfortable life at home; he has a loving family and a big
part of him does not want to leave that.

"When we get back home," dad says.  "You'll have to decide.
It will take us time to find you an apartment and get you
settled in."

"Alright dad.  I'll think about it, I promise."  They get
themselves another beer, and they start to chat.  Caleb thinks
about the question at hand while they talk.  It is exactly this
that he does not want to leave.  The easy comfort of having a
drink and a chat with his father; a mother who loves him and a
little brother who adores him.  A little brother with whom he is
getting closer to by the minute.  The beer relaxes him, and he
feels himself getting hard in his trunks as half of his mind
talks to dad, and the other half brings him back to the room,
imagining Noah laying naked beside him, showing the boy how to
masturbate.

...

Caleb and Noah are both in their underwear.  It is late;
they had a long dinner, celebrating the boy's birthday.  They
are sitting up in bed, their backs against the headboard.  Noah
sits up in the bed, against the headboard.  Caleb is in front of
him, his legs crossed, his erection obvious inside his
underpants.

"Noah, the first thing to do when you're going to
masturbate, is forget about your dick.  You want to make your
whole body feel nice.  I'm going to show you what I do."

Caleb begins to rub his nipples, hardening them.  Noah
copies his big brother, doing as he is told.  "Good," Caleb
says.  "Now rub your thighs a bit, like this."  Noah does as he
is told, gently feeling the sensitive skin just below where his
underwear cuts off.  "Now look at me."

Noah turns to his brother.  Caleb runs his hands through
Noah's soft hair.  He leans forward, holding the back of the
boy's head, and presses his lips against Noah's.  This time, it
is not a brotherly kiss; not just a quick peck on the lips.
Caleb's lips are wet, and he let's his tongue taste his brother.
Noah's mouth opens, allowing his brother in.  Their tongues
taste each other for a few moments before Caleb withdraws his
mouth.

Noah licks his lips.

"How did that feel?"

Noah swallows.  "C-can we do that again?" he asks.