Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 23:30:09 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 20 of Just Like Scott

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Chapter 20

Bond of Brothers

      "Want some strawberry shortcake?" asked Scott's mom when the two boys
walked in from outside.

      "Mmmm, sounds delicious," said Tom. The family sat in the family room
and chatted pleasantly together while they devoured their shortcake. The
conversation came easy as they discussed the coming school year and Scott's
excitement over making it into the Philharmonic Orchestra and Tom's hopes
for attending the state college there in Nampa and earning a walk-on spot
on the basketball team. Sammy talked about how excited he was to join the
swim team. Swimming wasn't that big of a sport in Idaho, but since the
local high school put in a new pool two years ago it was gaining popularity
there. The junior high shared the pool, and to Sammy's delight, had created
a swim team also.

      "We better get to bed," Scott suggested, "because sunrise is coming
soon." They all rinsed off their dishes and headed to the bathroom to get
ready for bed. Tom hung back and waited for Scott and Sammy to finish up
before going in.

      "It's okay if you want to come in," urged Sammy as he washed his
hands after peeing. Scott was in the shower rinsing off the stale sweat
from all his hard work at Mr. Jenkins' farm and in his own yard. Sammy
started brushing his teeth and Tom opened his toiletries bag and did the
same. "I'm glad you're safe and you came to visit us. I'm really sorry
about you going to jail cuz of me."

      "Sammy, stop saying that. You didn't do anything wrong or bad. I
don't have any bad feelings toward you. You're a sweet kid and I hope we
can be great friends." Sammy smiled happily and trotted off to Scott's
bedroom.

      Scott shut the shower off and opened the door. He reached for a towel
and Tom lifted it from the rack and handed it to him. "Thanks."

      "Welcome."

      "You showering?"

      "I think I should since I'm sleeping in your brother's bed. But, I'll
make it quick." Tom pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. He
pulled off his socks and jeans and stood there in his briefs looking at
Scott as he dried himself. Scott peeked and saw the clear outline of Tom's
expanding penis. Scott smiled and stepped out of the tub and put a foot up
onto the toilet lid and dried one leg and then the other. He dried inside
his crotch taking extra care to dry all around his large balls and dick,
flopping them about an extra long time. He grew to half mast in the
process. Pulling the foreskin back, Scott carefully dabbed around his
sensitive head and then wrapped the towel completely around his dick and
gripped it firmly. When he removed the towel, he was fully boned and he
slid the skin back up over the tip.

      Tom grinned, pulled off his briefs and exposed his own full
erection. Stepping by Scott, he reached down and grabbed a handful of
Scott's boner and said into his ear. "You are an impossible tease, you know
that? You tempt me almost beyond my ability to resist. Go to bed, you
devil." Tom released Scott's dick, slapped his bare ass and climbed into
the shower. Scott chuckled, knowing what he'd done and watched Tom's long,
muscular body move gracefully into the tub enclosure and slide the door
shut, creating a fuzzy image of his naked torso behind the frosted
glass. Scott's dick begged for relief. He put on his clean boxers and
wrapped the towel around his waist while he quickly brushed his teeth and
went in to bed.

      Sammy was lying against the wall with the covers pulled down. Scott
turned off the light, dropped the towel to the floor, and slipped in next
to his little brother, lying on his back. Scott pulled the sheet up over
himself and sighed at his predicament. He needed so badly to jack off but
he was stuck with Sammy in bed with him. He formulated another idea, a much
better idea.

      "Good night, Scott," Sammy said softly.

      "Good night, squirt." Sammy rolled to his side and Scott could feel
his warm breath on his neck. He turned to look at his little brother. He
remembered being that age and the carefree times he shared back then. He
thought about all the fun he'd had in that bed with Mike over the years. He
couldn't help but wonder what Mike and Sammy had done together. He
remembered seeing Ribs sucking Sammy's dick and thought about how he was
really growing up. He reached out and brushed Sammy's bangs aside and
looked at his face. Sleep was not coming soon and he was on edge waiting
for his opportunity to get relief.

      While he waited, he reflected on Matt and Stewie back at camp. He'd
helped those boys out and he had to be honest it wasn't all selfless
charity. He'd really enjoyed doing it with them. Was Mike right, he
wondered. Was he no different in messing with those two than Mike had been
in messing with Sammy?  But they needed him and they liked doing it. He was
helping them out, and so what if he got some pleasure out of it too? He
felt a little guilty about the crap he'd given Mike. He realized he had
been sort of unfair to him. He thought about Mr. Jenkins from earlier and
the genuine embarrassment the lonely old guy felt from letting his dick
head do the talking in the house instead of his regular head. "Sometimes,
sex just makes you do crazy shit," Scott mumbled.

      "Hmm?" said Sammy peeking from one eye.

      "Nothing, squirt. Go back to sleep."

      "Mm-kay."

      He started thinking about Camp Challenge again and pondered the mess
with Cheryl and how disappointing that whole episode turned out. Of course,
he remembered most of all the wonderful fun and tenderness he shared with
Tom. He remembered how Tom would hold him and gently caress him after the
sex. That was as good as the actual thrill of sex, maybe even better in
some ways. He thought back on that spectacular moment when Tom entered him
and filled him up. He had been so nervous about it, but when he really
relaxed and trusted, it had been so overwhelmingly good. He ached for Tom's
dick to be inside him again. He longed for the tender caresses of Tom's
large, strong hands across his chest and stomach. He ached for Tom's
methodical pumping into his body, stimulating that magical spot up inside
of him. It felt as if his dick was going to burst and he tried to sense if
Sammy was fully asleep. Scott calculated that Tom should already be in bed
by now based on when he heard the shower shut off and the bathroom door
squeak open.

      Carefully, Scott slipped out of bed. It reminded him how he sneaked
out of the tent to go rendezvous with Cheryl and he smiled to himself. This
was a much better mission he was on now. He tiptoed out of the room and
down the hall. His heart was thumping in his chest. Then, Scott hurried a
little more quickly to the other end of the house where he peered carefully
into his parents' room. There was no stirring as he opened their door and
peeked in. His mom and dad lay naked from the waist up. His dad was on his
stomach and his mom was draped partly across his back. He could see his
mom's left breast pressed against his father's shoulder blade and he
smirked. They were breathing deeply in a sound sleep.

      "Perfect."

      He scurried back to Sammy's room where Tom had shut the door, and he
carefully and slowly turned the knob. The door stuck just briefly and Scott
had to give it a bit of a nudge to open it. Quietly as possible, he shut
the door behind him, dropped his boxers and lifted the sheet. Scott sat one
butt cheek on the bed and slid one leg and then the other under the sheet
and scooted over toward Tom. He rolled to his side and ran his hand over
the front of Tom's white briefs.

      Tom got startled and jerked away. "Scott?"

      "Yeah, it's me. Relax," whispered Scott.

      "What are you doing?"

      "Tom, this is our only chance before you go stay at Mr. Jenkins'
Farm. I want to be with you tonight. I need you in me again. I need to be
close to you again." Scott pushed in against Tom's body pressing his
throbbing erection into Tom's side.

      "Scott, you can't do this to me. I promised God. I can't do this, and
what if your dad caught us? He'd kill me and castrate you."

      "He won't catch us, I checked on mom and dad in their bedroom and
they're both sleeping. I think they had sex together because they were
naked on top. They're for sure not getting up. Relax and trust me."

      "Scott, we can't risk this. The answer is no. I'm not breaking this
promise to God or to your dad. This is really unfair of you. Go back to
your bed."

      "Tom, please. What if you find Jeff and he loves you still? What if I
never get to be with you again ever? Don't leave me hanging like
this. Please?" There was a note of desperation in his voice. He reminded
himself a bit of Mr. Jenkins almost.

      "No. I'm not doing it. Go to bed."

      "At least suck it or jack it for me then."

      "No." It was a firm reproach, leaving no doubt about Tom's resolve.

      Scott suddenly felt foolish and small. He was embarrassed and ashamed
of tempting Tom. He felt the pain and even unfounded anger in being
rejected. His face was hot and tears were trickling down his cheeks. "I
thought you said you loved me."

      "I do love you, Scott. I love you too much to take a chance on
ruining your life or mine any more than it already has been. Please, go
back to bed. We can talk more tomorrow."

      Scott slid dejectedly out of bed and picked up his boxers. He left
and closed the door on Tom. He walked sadly back to bed and sat down on it
naked. He sat there for a while debating whether to jack off or not. His
dick refused to go down in spite of Tom's rejection, but he knew jacking
off would be a huge letdown. He'd waited all day to have sex with Tom, and
he'd imagined all kinds of wonderful things they might do together. He felt
angry and miserable. Finally, he slid into bed and lay on his back naked
and boned and more than anything, frustrated. He put his hands behind his
head and sighed in exasperation. The emotion overwhelmed him and he started
to cry. He shook slightly and covered his eyes with his hands.

       Sammy stirred and cuddled up next to his big brother. "What's wrong,
Scott?"

      "Nothing squirt. Go back to sleep."

      "But you're crying," said Sammy empathetically. He slipped his hand
over Scott's waist and the bottom of his palm rested slightly against the
tip of Scott's erection.

      "Why do you have a boner?" Sammy asked.

      "It's complicated, squirt. I can't really talk about it." Feeling
embarrassed about crying in front of his little brother, he fought to gain
control. Occasional fits of shudders wracked his chest and stomach as he
did. He pulled some tissues kept by the bedside, put there for another
purpose, and wiped at his eyes and blew his nose.

      "Can I help you?" Sammy reached his hand down and gripped Scott's
boner.

      Scott considered reaching down and removing his brother's hand, but
could not will himself to do it. He liked being held. He knew he really
should remove it. He knew if he didn't, he probably wouldn't be able to do
it later. The touch of his little brother's hand was electrifying. It felt
wrong and right simultaneously. "Hey," Scott thought to himself, "he wants
to do it. He wants to help me out. What's the big deal just because we're
brothers? He already knows about sex stuff and does it with others, so it's
not like I'm messing with his head."

      Sammy had imagined doing this ever since he found out about Scott and
Mike playing with each other at his age. He wanted to feel his brother's
dick that he had admired and idolized over the years. He remembered the
time Scott pressed against him that one night in bed and he realized now
what had happened to make Scott swear back then. He knew he'd spilled his
cum on him and must have felt bad about doing it. Sammy wiggled his hips a
bit and Scott felt a swelling in Sammy's loins. Sammy just held his brother
in his hand without squeezing or sliding it for a full minute, waiting for
a reaction. When none came, Sammy slowly drew the thin, soft layer of skin
downward and back up. Again, he did it - then again.

      It was big and hot like Mike's had been. Then Sammy fell into a slow
rhythm and Scott peered down at the motion of the sheet as Sammy slowly
helped him achieve desperately needed relief. For Scott, guilt mixed with
lust, confusion with elation. The pleasure of Sammy's small hand gripping
and stroking him was overcoming his better senses. Somewhere in the
recesses of his brain, Scott was sure he'd hate himself in the morning and
he was about to reach down and stop Sammy. He looked over at his little
brother and in the dim light saw an entranced smile. The dimple on his
cheek was pulled in deeply. There was youthful wonder in his eyes.

      Instead of removing Sammy's hand, Scott reached down with one arm and
slid it along Sammy's back, under his waistband and over the smooth globes
of his young bottom. Scott reached over with his other hand and stroked his
fingers through Sammy's shiny, brunette hair. Sammy squirmed some more and
stopped stroking Scott's dick long enough to shed his boxers and then
pressed his naked, three inch boner into the flesh of Scott's upper leg and
resumed stroking his big brother's cock. Scott ran his fingers through
Sammy's thick brown hair and said, "Sammy, it feels so good. Thanks
squirt."

      "You're welcome. It's fun. I'm glad you're letting me. Can I rub mine
against your leg?"

      "Sure, squirt. Rub away."

      Sammy squeezed a bit tighter and stroked Scott's firm boner a little
faster as he humped against Scott's leg. It was just so cool for Sammy to
actually touch and rub it. Sammy pushed the sheet away and lifted his head
up just below Scott's shoulder so he could watch. He pulled the skin down
off the head and lifted the long, thick pole, looking it over really good,
wondering if his would be like that. Sammy loved finally getting to touch
and feel Scott's thick, mature penis. He'd wondered many times how it would
feel. He'd seen it all his life and wondered when his would be just like
Scott's. Even when they were little and took baths together, he would look
at it and wonder. His little wiener could never seem to catch up to Scott's
as they grew, but he knew one day it would. He was especially happy to
return a favor for all the nice things Scott had done for him. It made it
even more exciting and fun than doing it with Mike or Tommy or Ribs.

      Scott began writhing slowly as the impending orgasm crept up on
him. "Ohhh Sammy, it feels really good. Do want me to do something for
you?"

      Sammy looked at his brother and said, "Yeah, if you want to. I like
getting sucked on best."

      Scott smiled and said, "All right, if that's what you want. Slide up
here." Sammy grinned ear to ear and clambered up and around. He straddled
his knees on either side of Scott's head and Scott reached up and pulled
his little brother's penis down a bit and sucked on the tip of the skin. He
slid Sammy's tight foreskin back and flicked his tongue across the
sensitive head. Sammy cooed and twitched. With his other hand Scott reached
down and started Sammy's hand back into a jacking motion on his aching
dick. Sammy returned to his smooth jacking motions along the long, hot
shaft and with his other hand began stroking and fondling his brother's
soft scrotum that had pulled up into a tight pouch. He liked being down
closer to Scott's wiener so he could see every detail better. Once in a
while, Sammy would pull the skin all the way down and just stare at the
big, red tip part. He moved from fondling Scott's balls and rubbed his
finger around the bulging tip, spreading the oozing pre-cum over the
head. Then he ran his fingers through the soft, downy patch of pubic hair
while he jacked him some more. He stopped and spread the oozing, slippery
stuff around some more. Sammy liked how it felt under his fingers, rubbing
the slippery juice around the shiny, bumpy tip.

      "Mmmmm," Scott moaned with his mouth full of Sammy's dick, each time
Sammy circled around his glans. He pulled away from sucking Sammy and said,
"Jack it faster, squirt, I need to cum."

       The momentum built quickly and the familiar tingles exploded in
Scott's dick and burst through his insides. At the last second, Scott
sucked in Sammy's small balls along with his dick and held them tightly
captive in his mouth. He wrapped both hands around Sammy's backside and
pressed his face deeply into Sammy's groin. "Mmmmnnnnn," Scott moaned as
the pent up juices emerged from his balls and exploded forcefully from his
dick, splashing on Sammy's cheek and onto Scott's chest and stomach. Sammy
giggled as he watched it erupt.

      Sammy kept stroking the gooey shaft even after it finished squirting
and watched mesmerized as more and more cum oozed from Scott's hole, down
over Sammy's hand and into Scott's pubes. Sammy wiped the cum off his cheek
and made small circles in the puddles of cum on his brother's belly with
his fingers as if doing finger-painting in kindergarten.

      Scott relaxed as his orgasm subsided and rubbed his hands up and down
Sammy's soft back and smooth bum. He resumed sucking Sammy in earnest,
fully concentrating on his mission to get his little brother off. He
gripped the small shaft tightly with his strong lips and used his tongue to
increase the stimulation. "Wowee Scott, you're really good at sucking, even
better than Ribs. It feels sooooo cool."

      Soon, Sammy's body started humping into Scott's mouth and then he
jerked and twitched. He sucked in a breath and held it as the amazing
spasms shot through him. Scott tasted the sweet spilling of early pubescent
boy juices and he flashed back to a time he had done this very thing with
his friend Mike back when they were mostly hairless and constantly
horny. The warm ooze spread over his tongue and he rubbed it over Sammy's
quivering wiener. When Sammy relaxed, he started giggling slightly. Scott
was infected with his laughter and pressed Sammy tight against his face and
giggled softly along with him. Sammy slipped out of his brother's mouth and
slid around along side of Scott.

      "That was fun," Sammy said cheerfully.

      "Yeah squirt, yeah it was."

      "And you're not sad anymore."

      "Nope, you made me all happy now."

      They shared a brief, but pleasant, recovery together and then Scott
reached up and pulled a dozen tissues from the box on the nightstand. Scott
wiped up the biggest puddle on his stomach then rolled Sammy to his back
and gently wiped him dry. Then he cleaned up the remaining slippery mess on
his own body. Scott disposed of the tissues under some papers in the trash
can, opened the window a crack, pulled on his boxers and crawled back into
bed. He rolled to his side and Sammy snuggled in behind him. They adjusted
a bit until their puzzle pieces all fit nicely and they fell quickly into a
deep, and surprisingly for Scott, guilt free slumber.