Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 13:20:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter Eleven - My New "Little Brother"

DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions of
sexual activities between teenage boys, and sometimes between men and boys.
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DON'T READ IT!  If you choose to read it, then please enjoy.  More chapters
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			       WADE GROWS UP

		 Chapter Eleven - My New "Little Brother"

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While I was in college, there were several kinds of extra-curicular
activities that a person could participate in.  In my sophomore year, my
roommate David got me involved in one that I found very rewarding.  There
was an organization in the city my school was in that matched up college
students with younger local kids who had only one parent.  For instance, if
a woman was raising a son alone, she could enroll him and he would be
matched up to a male college student who would spend some time each week
with the boy, to give him a male role model to look up to.  David had
enrolled during his first year, and had an "adopted little brother".  They
had a wonderful relationship, and David thought I would enjoy getting
involved in mentoring a boy too.  So I went with him to an organizational
meeting, listened to what they had to say, liked what I heard, and signed
up.  A few days later, I received a call from them saying they'd matched me
up to a boy who needed an "older brother".  Over the phone they gave me the
boy's name, his mother's name, their address, and phone number.  I was told
to call the mother and set up an initial meeting.  I did.  The woman,
Maria, was most pleasant.  She had a son Matthew who was 12.  Her husband
had died a year earlier in a car wreck, and there were no other men in her
family or neighborhood for Matthew to spend time with.  She asked me all
kinds of questions about myself, and apparently liking the responses I
gave, invited me to dinner the next night.  I accepted, and we said
Good-Bye.

The next afternoon, I decided I'd better not show up at their house
empty-handed, so I went to the store.  I wanted to make a good impression.
I picked up a box of pastries at a little Italian pastry shop, a small
bouquet of flowers for the mother, and a few packs of baseball cards for
Matthew.  His mother had told me he liked baseball, and collected cards. At
the appointed time, I arrived at their house.  It was a small Cape Cod with
a good-sized yard, in a pleasant suburban neighborhood.  I was a little
apprehensive as I rang their bell.  In a moment, the door was opened by a
short nice looking woman with short brunette hair.  A shy-looking boy with
dirty blonde hair, who was almost as tall as she was, was standing behind
her, looking nervous himself.  I told them I was Wade, and the woman said
she was Maria and invited me in.  Once inside, I gave Maria the flowers and
pastries, for which she thanked me profusely, and reprimanded me for
bringing.  Then she introduced Matthew, who shyly said "Hi", in a rather
high voice that hadn't begun to change yet.  I looked down at him, and
offered my hand for a hand shake.  He took it and shook it, turning a
little pink in the face as he did so.  I handed him the bag with the
packets of baseball cards in them and told him I'd heard he collected them.
He opened the bag, and a big smile spread across his face.  He looked up at
me and thanked me - a big grin on his face.  I said "I hope you find some
in there that you don't already have."  "Me too" he said.  "Go ahead" I
told him, "Open them up."  Maria told us we should sit in the living room,
while she saw to dinner, then she disappeared, leaving us alone.  Matthew
led me into the living room, and we sat down.  "Ya gonna open 'em or not?"
I said.  He grinned again and began opening the packets of cards.  I
must've done good, because there were 3-4 cards he was very excited about
that he didn't have.  When he'd finished opening them all, he was all
smiles and thanked me again for getting them for him.  Then we both sat
there for a long moment, not knowing what exactly to say.

Finally, I decided I had to get us talking, so I asked him who his favorite
team was.  The Yankees he told me.  I said they were my favorite too.  He
grinned again.  Then I asked him if he played little league.  He said he
did, and then he started telling me all about it.  I told him I'd like to
see him play sometime.  He grinned again, and said he hoped his mother
would let him play again in the spring.  I told him if he played before,
she'd probably let him play again.  He grinned.  After that, the
conversation flowed more easily.  We had a nice chicken dinner, and all
visited for a while afterward.  Matt showed me his room, and we played a
little pitch and catch out back.  Around 9:00 I told them I'd best get
going.  Maria asked me if I'd like to see Matt and spend some time with
him, and I said I would.  Then I asked Matt if he'd like that, telling him
it was OK to say no if he didn't.  He eagerly said he'd like to.  I asked
if it would be alright to come get Matt and take him out for a few hours on
Saturday, and Maria said that would be OK, so we agreed I'd pick him up
Saturday at 1:00.

For the next few weeks, I'd spend Saturday afternoons and evenings with
Matt, and usually stop over mid-week to visit after supper too.  Usually,
Maria invited me to have supper with them, and most times I did.  Matt and
I developed a good relationship, and Maria and I got along well too.

After several weeks had gone by, Matt told me one Wednesday night that he
wouldn't be able to see me Saturday.  His mother was going away Friday
night, Saturday and Sunday to visit an old friend, and he had to go too.  I
told him it was OK, and to have fun.  He looked at me gloomily and said
"it's gonna be awful - and SO boring!"  I laughed.  He said "No!  Really!".
He looked miserable.  I excused myself for a minute and wandered out to the
kitchen, where Maria was putting the finishing touches on a salad for
dinner.  I told her what Matt had just told me. She groaned and said "I
know! And the thing is - he's right.  I've got to do this, and he has to
come with me, and he is going to be bored."  I thought a minute, then said
"Well, he could stay with me for the weekend, if that would be OK with you.
He could come stay at the dorm with me.  My roommate is gone on weekends"
She looked up at me and after a minute asked "Would you really want to take
him for a whole weekend?" "Sure!" I said, without hesitating.  She looked
at me and said "I suppose you could actually spend the weekend here with
him if you'd like - it might be more wholesome than a college dorm for
him."  I laughed and told her that'd be OK too.  "What would be OK?" piped
up Matt from behind me, as he came into the kitchen.  Maria looked at me
questioningly, and I nodded, so she said "How'd you like to spend the
weekend with Wade, instead of coming to see Theresa with me?" "REALLY?"
Matt shouted, "I'd love that!" Then he came over and threw himself at me
and hugged me and said "Thanks so much!"  "WOW!" I said, "Guess we'll have
to do this more often!", and I hugged him back.  Matt's mood was much
improved the rest of the evening.

That Friday afternoon, after classes, I packed a bag with some clothes, and
drove over to Matt and Maria's house.  Maria was all set to leave, and Matt
was just finishing his homework.  Maria left a long list of instructions,
emergency numbers, and some money for food, kissed Matt Good-Bye, then
surprised me and kissed me Good-Bye too, and she was on her way.  We spent
the rest of the afternoon playing games, as it was raining out.  Matt was
antsy and wanted to be outside, so I figured he needed some exercise.  I'd
gone to the bathroom, and was coming back to the table, so as I came up
behind him I jabbed him in the ribs.  Matt was very ticklish, and loved for
me to chase him around, and tickle him when I caught him.  He let out a
shreak of laughter, jumped up and started to tear into the living room,
with me on his heels.  We spent the next 15 minutes or so with him running
around, me chasing him, and every-so-often capturing him.  When I did, I'd
hold him down and tickle him in the ribs or armpits.  He'd get hysterical
with laughter, and I'd finally let up, and give him a rest before we'd
start in again.  Long about our 7th or 8th chase, I caught up to him and
had him lying on his back on the livingroom floor.  I was tickling his
pits, and he was squirming and shreaking with hysterical laughter.  When I
finally let up and leaned back, I noticed a large dark wet spot had formed
in the crotch of Matt's pants.  I'd tickled him so hard, he'd peed his
pants.  I felt awful.  Matt was still settling down from his laughing, and
realized I was looking at his crotch, then he got quiet and a looked rather
embarassed. I asked him "did I tickle you too hard?"  "No" he said quietly,
"Well, maybe a little.  I like it when you do, it's just - well - I had to
go to the bathroom earlier, and I forgot, and..."  and he turned pinker.  I
apologized and told him it wasn't his fault and not to worry about it.
Then I told him he'd best get his clothes off so we could wash them.  I
told him he should take a shower too, to wash off the pee.  He stood up and
started taking his clothes off right there in the living room.  I figured,
he'd go into the bathroom before taking his pants off, but he didn't, he
stripped them off right there in front of me.  It was the first time I'd
seen him naked.  He had a really nice body.  He had a small circumsized
penis, and a smooth skinned hairless scrotum, in which hung two little
egg-shaped testicles.  I was surprised to see a few pubic hairs sprouting
from above his penis.  He noticed I was looking at him, and proudly said
"look - I'm starting to grow hairs on my wiener!  Mom says that means I'm
starting to turn into a man!"  I laughed and said "I guess you are."  Then
he headed off to the shower, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.  I
picked them up and took them downstairs to the wash machine and threw them
in with some soap and started the water.  "HHEEYYYY!"  I heard Matt
yelling, and realized I shouldn't have turned on the washing machine while
he was showering, so I quickly turned it off, and yelled "SORRY!"  After I
heard the water shut off, I restarted the machine and went upstairs.  Matt
was walking out of the bathroom dripping a little with a towel around his
waist.  "Sorry" I said again, "I didn't think about it".  "'s OK" he said
and ran up the stairs to put on some fresh clothes.  When he came back
down, I apologized again for tickling him so much.  He told me it was OK,
he liked it when I tickled him, but asked me to please not tell his mom.  I
agreed.

The rest of the evening went routinely.  We ordered pizza for supper.  Ate
it when it came.  Watched some TV, and basically just goofed off and
talked.  When it was way past his bed time, I told him to brush his teeth
and go to bed.  As he was about to go up the stairs, he asked "aren't you
coming?" so I went to follow him.  He said "you forgot the light."  I said
"well, I'll be right back down."  "Oh" he said, "aren't you sleeing with
me?  I have a double bed."  I told him I'd planned to sleep on the couch.
"Oh c'mon - please!" he begged, "it'll be like a sleep-over!"  I remembered
my sleep-overs as a kid, and thought 'christ no - we can't be doing that -
I'll get arrested'.  He kept begging though, and finally, I relented and
turned off the light and followed him upstairs to his room.  When we got up
there, he pulled off his T-shirt and Jeans, and jumped onto the bed.  Then
he asked "what do you sleep in?"  I told him I usually slept naked, but
that tonight I'd keep my briefs on.  He said he usually wore pajamas, but
he'd like to try sleeping naked, and we should do that.  I told him, that
wouldn't be such a good idea, because guys don't usually sleep naked
together.  Then he said "but what about brothers?"  As I pulled off my
T-Shirt, I looked at him and grinned "no brothers don't either."  He asked
why, and I explained that guys don't like their penises rubbing against
each other and stuff like that.  "Oh" he said "I never had a brother so I
didn't know."  He looked and sounded disappointed, and it began to dawn on
me that he might just be curious about seeing me naked, as he hadn't to
that point.  I sat down and pulled my jeans and socks off.  He said "well -
we're like brothers aren't we?"  I swiveled around and smiled at him and
said "Yeah - you're a pretty good little brother I guess!"  He grinned, and
said "Well, I don't mind if your penis rubs against me - would you care if
mine rubbed against you?"  I looked at him.  He had this innocent look on
his face.  Finally I said, "it wouldn't really matter to me I suppose."
"Great!" he yelled, "let's do it then!" and he rocked back onto his back
and pulled his briefs off.  In doing that his knees rose to his chest and
his ass pointed right at me with the cheeks spread wide apart so I had a
good gander at his tight puckered asshole.  I began to think this wasn't
going to be such a good idea as I felt my penis begin to stretch a little.
Matt laid there waiting for me to get up and remove my jeans and underwear.
It was obvious to me now that he wanted to see me naked.  OK, I figured,
afterall, I'm supposed to be teaching him to be a man, and a boy should
know what to expect he's going to look like, so I stood up and took off my
jeans, and then my briefs.  As I did so, my back was too him, I expect he
got a gander of my asshole too as I bent over to pull my underwear off my
feet.  Casually, I turned around, and Matt's eyes fastened on my cock and
balls.  "Wow!" he exclaimed, "you gotta huge wiener, and all that hair!"  I
just said, "you'll be big and hairy someday too."  Matt sat up and swung
his feet over the side of the bed, his face was level with my crotch, and
he was only about a foot away.  I could practically feel his hot breath on
my cock.  "Can I touch it?" he asked.  I explained to him that guys didn't
usually do that, but since he was like a little brother to me, if he really
felt the need, he could touch it, but just for a second.  Eagerly, he
reached out and wrapped his whole hand around my dick!  I knew I was in
trouble, as I began to feel my dick growing in Matt's hand, so I said "OK,
that's enough - get into bed now!"  He let go of my penis, looking a little
disappointed, and crawled into bed.  I crawled in next to him, and reached
over and turned off the light.  I could feel the heat from Matt's body, as
he laid under the covers next to me.  In my mind, I was still feeling his
hand on my penis.  I could feel my penis starting to tent the covers.  I
was glad the light was out.  At that point Matt started to chatter about
what we might do the next day, and my mind got off my cock, which then went
limp again.

I could tell Matt was tired, but he still wanted to talk.  He kept yawning.
Suddenly, he asked me, "Did you mean it when you said we were like
brothers?"  I told him I did, the he rolled over toward me, until he was
laying on his stomach, leaning on me, with his left leg draped over my left
leg, his penis and balls pressing agains my thigh.  His left arm stretched
over my chest and he muttered sleepily "Thanks!  I always wanted a big
brother like you.  I love you Wade!" I wasn't sure what to do, so I just
kissed him on the forehead and whispered "I love you too Matt!"  Then I
wrapped my arm around him, and with that he drifted off to sleep snuggled
up with me, our naked bodies intertwined.  It felt really nice having the
naked boy in my arms sleeping peacefully.  It also aroused me, and my dick
was soon standing at full mast, leaning lightly against Matt's hip.  I was
glad he was asleep.  I soon drifted off to sleep myself.

A couple hours later, I was awakened, feeling Matt moving or squirming or
something.  It was the middle of the night, about 3 AM I noticed on the
bedside clock.  Matt was still lying on top of me in my arms, and appeared
to be having a bad dream or something.  As the haze of my own sleep began
to wear off, I realized, his penis was hard, and he was humping against my
body in his sleep.  He must've been dreaming about something sexual.  I
tried to shake him a little, and he seemed to calm down, but shortly
thereafter his ass was going up and down and he was dry humping me again,
only more urgently this time.  I wasn't sure exactly what to do, and tried
shaking hims again, but it didn't help, when suddenly I felt the
unmistakeable feeling of cum hitting my hip.  He was having a wet dream,
and his humping was causing him to ejaculate all over me.  He let out a
sharp cry, as he woke up while firing another gob of cum between our
bodies.  He stopped humping immediately when he woke up, but he shot 3-4
more loads of goo between us.  I reached over and turned on the light.  He
looked terrified, and had tears in his eyes.  "What just happened?" he
asked in a frightened little voice as he lifted up off me and saw his cum
all over me.  "Isn't it obvious?" I asked.  "No!" he said, "what is that
stuff?  Where'd it come from?  Is there something wrong with me?" and tears
started to run down his cheeks.  I realized, he'd never had a wet dream
before, or at least, not one he remembered, and apparently nobody had ever
explained them to him either.  I quickly reached for the box of kleenex,
and pulled a bunch out and wiped up the mess of cum Matt had squirted all
over me, then I used some on him too, as some was on his belly too.  As I
wiped us off, I explained to Matt that he was just fine, and what had
happened was normal.  Then I told him all about wet dreams.  He was really
relieved to find out he wasn't mortally ill, but then he got very
embarassed by what had happened.  I told him it was alright - it was just
me it happened with.  Then I explained to him that that was another reason
why guys don't usually sleep together, and if they do, they leave their
underwear on.  He apologized, and I told him it was OK, but that we should
both go shower.  So we went downstairs, and he showered up quickly, and as
soon as he was through, and was drying off, I jumped in and showered off
too.  I heard the bathroom door close, and figured Matt had gone back
upstairs.  As I soaped up, the events of the day and evening crept back
into my mind, and I found myself remembering the feeling of Matt's hand
wrapped around my dick.  I wrapped my own soapy hand around my member and
started pulling back and forth.  In a few strokes, I was stiff as a board,
so I started to slide my soapy hand up and down my member faster.  God it
felt good!  I could feel my cum churning, and my orgasm starting to build.
It only took about a minute, and I fired a load of cum against the wall in
front of me!  'Ah relief' I thought to myself.  Then I heard a tiny sniff
outside the shower curtain, and I saw it dropping back against the wall.  I
realized it had been open a crack.  I said "Matt?" "yeah?" I heard the
gulity reply from outside the curtain.  SHIT! I thought.  "I thought you'd
gone back upstairs" I said.  "Not yet, I was waiting for you."  I quickly
rinsed my cum off the shower wall, and rinsed the soap off myself, and
turned off the water.  "were you peeking at me?" I asked, and I ripped the
shower curtain aside to find him sitting naked on the toilet, fingering his
own hard dick, which he quickly tried to cover with his hands. He turned
very red, and looked at me.  He looked scared.  He looked down, and I
realized he was looking at my dick which was still shrinking back to its
normal size.  "Well?" I asked. He gulped and whispered "I'm sorry."  I said
"well - don't do it again, what people do in the shower is private.  Like
what you were just doing with your penis."  He looked up at me, still
looking a little scared.  Then he quietly said "what were you doing in
there anyway?  I saw you doing something that made your sperm squirt out of
your penis."  Again he was looking up at me with those innocent
questioning, somewhat scared eyes of his.  I dried off, and said "C'mon -
back to bed, and I'll explain things to you."  So we went back to bed, and
before we went back to sleep I explained masturbation to him.  I asked him
if he ever did it.  He admitted to playing with his penis and getting it
hard, but said he'd never squirted his sperm before, like he'd seen me do.
My turn to tell him not to tell anyone what he'd seen, especially his
mother.  He readily agreed.  Then he said he wanted to try to jerk off till
he ejaculated.  I could see in the dim moonlight filtering through the
curtain, that there was a tiny tent in the covers where his penis was.
Then I realized the tent was moving up and down.  He was masturbating
beneath the covers right next to me.  I could hear his breathing had gotten
heavier too.  "Whoa!" I said.  "That's something guys do alone - not when
there's other people around.  Well - alright sometimes young teenage boys
will do it with their friends..." and I realized after it was too late, I
shouldn't have said that!  He stopped and questioned me about that, so I
told him how sometimes boys his age, who are good friends, who are just
learning about sex, sometimes checked each other out, and sometimes jerked
off together.  I told him if that happened, not to worry about it.  I told
him if he had any further questions he could ask me, but that now it was
time to go to sleep.  I was exhausted, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning when I woke up, Matt was gone.  I listened, and heard some
noises downstairs.  I got up and pulled on my jeans and wandered down.  He
was just coming out of the bathroom, he had a pair of shorts on, but I
could see the outline of a little hardon in his crotch!  He looked all
flushed too.  He beamed at me "It worked!"  I said "What worked?" "Jerking
off!  I just did it, and this time sperm came out!" he replied - smiling a
huge smile at me!  I laughed, and told him that was wonderful, and to enjoy
it.  He said he thought he'd be enjoying that alot.

As you might expect, most of the next morning was filled with Matt asking
me all about sex. I should explain that Maria had already told me that if
he asked me any questions, it was alright to answer them, so I answered his
questions and explained things to him.  He certainly had a lot of new
information by the end of the weekend.

That night, before bed, we took turns jerking off in the bathroom (he
announced he was going to, I never told him I did), and we wore our briefs
to bed.  We both slept fairly well that night, although in the morning, I
woke up to find Matt draped over me sleeping peacefully.  I could feel his
little hardon twitching in his briefs as he was pressed up against me.  I
of course had a hardon myself.  Gently I rolled him over, he didn't wake
up, and I went downstairs and took a leisurely shower, jerking off of
course!  When I came out of the bathroom, Matt was sitting at the kitchen
table, a shit-eating grin on his face - "I bet I know what you were doing
in there!" he said coyly.  Then he realized he was in grave danger of being
chased down and tickled.  He leapt up and was off.  I caught him back up in
his bedroom, and gave him a good tickling - being careful not to overdo it.
Finally, I told him to go shower.  He said he planned to, and he was going
to do what I'd been doing too!  I laughed.  In the space of a couple days,
he wasn't an innocent little boy anymore.

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully.  The weather was good, so I
took Matt on a hike in the woods at the state park.  Maria came home while
we were still hiking.  She had dinner on the table when we returned.
Later, before I left, I was able to catch her alone a few minutes, and I
told her that we'd had a lot of discussions about sex, just in case
something came up.  I also told her he'd started having wet dreams.  She
said "Oh no!  I never told him about them!" I said "I noticed." She felt
awful, so I told her it was fine, that I'd explained everything, and he was
OK.  She thanked me for helping out so much.  Matt came in then, and looked
at me questioningly.  I said "I gotta go now."  He came over to me, and
wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug.  He looked up at me and
thanked me for everything, and especially for being his big brother.  I
just about melted at that.  So I hugged him back, and told him it was an
honor to have such a great little brother.

As the weeks went by, we spent a lot of time together.  Eventually, he came
to the dorms and spent some time with me there too.

One Saturday he was going to spend the night there with me.  That
afternoon, we were at the dorm, and I needed to shower before we could go
out to eat, so he sat down to watch some TV, while I was in the bathroom.
I took my time - about 20 minutes.  I didn't hear the TV going, but when I
walked out, he quickly flipped it off, and looked guilty and embarassed.  I
also could see he had a hardon.  I thought 'Jeez - wonder what he was
watching?  Must've been good'.  Then we went out to eat.  When we got back,
I sent him in to shower and get ready for bed, and I sat down and flipped
on the TV.  It was then that I realized, I'd left a gay porn flick in the
VCR that was attached to the TV, and I realized too, that it had been
forwarded since I'd watched it the night before.  That's what Matt must've
been watching.  SHIT!  I decided not to say anything, but to see if he
brought it up.  He didn't.  I put in a movie I'd picked up for us to watch,
and we settled back on my bed to watch it.  About an hour into it, he was
snoring, so I turned the movie off, and got him tucked in, then I turned
off the light and crashed on David's bed.

I woke up suddenly, as I began to ejaculate.  I thought Shit I'm having a
wet dream.  I had been dreaming that David was sucking me off.  It was
dark, and I was groggy, but as I shot another gob of cum, I realized
someone WAS sucking me off.  I looked down, and there was Matt's head
bobbing up and down my hard dick, and I was shooting my wad into his mouth!
"AAaahhh, Oh God Matt!" I cried, as I squirted again, "what're you doing to
me?"  He didn't stop, and I couldn't stop, as I shot another gob.  Finally,
after about 7-8 spasms, my orgasm was over, and I reached down and pulled
Matt off me, as he was finishing licking my dick clean.  "Matt!" I said,
"what're doing?  Why were you sucking my dick?"  "Didn't you like it?" he
asked.  "That's not the point!  Yeah - of course it felt good.  But you're
like my little brother, and guys don't do that to each other anyway."  He
looked hurt and scared.  "Hey!  I love you, and I'm not mad at you" I told
him "I just wanta know why you did it though?"  "I don't know!" he wailed,
and a tear ran down his cheek.  He turned away from me.  I turned him back
toward me, and wiped away the tear.  "Where did you learn to do that?" I
asked him.  "From the video you had in your VCR" he said.  Then before I
could say anything he asked "are you gay?"  "and remember" he added, "you
told me you'd never lie to me!"  That was true, I had told him that.  DAMN
IT!  Finally, I looked at him and said "yeah - I'm gay!"  "So am I" he
said, and he reached over to my dick and swiped a drop of cum off the tip
of it that had been leaking out, and stuck his finger in his mouth.  We sat
there silently with each other for a couple minutes, not knowing exactly
what to say.  I noticed he was still hard as a rock.  His penis had grown
some too - it looked to be almost 4" long when it was hard now.  Not
surprising, since he'd recently turned 13.  Finally, I said "Look - OK -
I'm gay - and yeah - it felt great when you sucked me off like that - BUT -
you - well - you're young yet - maybe you're gay - but maybe you're not."
Then he told me how he isn't at all interested in girls, but when he sees a
cute guy, he gets hard.  He also told me that he and friend (coincidentally
- also named Matt), had started jerking off togetherr.  He told me how
great it was.  Then he told me that they had just started to suck each
other off too.  Then yesterday, he saw my video, and figured out I was gay
too, and was really happy - because he was gay, and he loved me, and he
wanted to have sex with me, but he knew I would never do that, so that's
why he decided to go down on my while I was asleep.  He started to go on
and on about how he knows it's wrong, but he can't help himself.  He
started to cry as he went on and on about his feelings, and how embarassed
he is to be gay.  Then he said how he was scared he was going to lose me
now.  He'd never talked so much all at once.  I told him he'd never lose
me, then I put an arm over his shoulder, and pulled him into me, and he
stopped talking and just wept quietly a while.

After he calmed down, we had a long serious talk, and I explained a lot of
things to him about being gay.  I also explained that we couldn't have sex,
because he was still a kid, and I was an adult.  "But if that wasn't a
problem, would you want to have sex with me?" he asked.  I told him that
yeah - I would.  And it was true, that hard little dick of his looked
really nice to me.  He told me he'd never tell anyone, and that it would be
OK.  I told him NO - it wouldn't.  After some more talking, I told him I
loved him, like a brother, and I always would, and that we could talk about
anything, anytime, but for now it was time to go to bed.  He went to pee,
but took a while.  I heard the faint slap slapping of his hand as it hit
his belly, and a quiet gasp as he began to come.  When he emerged, he was
still semi-hard.  He leapt into bed, and pulled the covers over him and
said "Good Night".  Soon he was asleep again.  I finally drifted off too.

Not long after that incident, I met Matt's friend Matt.  He was a cute dark
haired boy, the same size as Matt.  Matt joined me and Matt one evening for
a movie.  We stopped back at the dorm to pick up some movie passes I had.
When we got there, there was a message from one of my professors - he
needed to see me right away.  I told the boys to settle in and watch some
TV for a bit - it'd take about half an hour.  25 minutes later, as I came
back, I heard my porn flick going through the door.  I quietly slipped the
key in the door and unlocked, and opened the door in one quick move.  I
walked in on the two of them naked on my bed in a '69' position, sucking
each other off.  Neither of them realized I had walked in, as they were
both just about to orgasm.  They were laying on their sides, each deep
throating the other's hard cocks and they were playing with each other's
balls too.  If I'd have walked in a minute later I would've missed their
climaxes, for only a few seconds after walking in, they both started
pumping their cum into each other's mouths, sucking away furiously on each
other, and pumping each other's cocks with their hands, milking all the
come out of each other's balls and into their mouths.  When they'd
finished, and they lay there panting a minute, when one said "Oh God,
Wade's gonna be back any minute", and they both leaped up, and both let out
a yelp when they saw me standing there.  Man were they shocked, and
embarassed.  The other Matt was especially embarassed.  He looked ready to
cry.  "Looks like you guys found something to do while I was gone." I said.
They both kind of looked at me.  I said "You guys look a bit sweaty - you
might want to shower before we go to the movies - we have time - Matt - you
know where the towels and everything else is."  They both looked at each
other, surprised I wasn't going to lecture them, then they padded into the
bathroom together and shut the door.  I heard them, climb into the shower
together.  I figured it might take them a few minutes, so, since the video
was still going, I whipped my cock out and sat down to watch. Didn't take
long, and I loaded a couple of kleenexes up with a copius amount of cum.
The boys emerged a few minutes later.  When they came out they both looked
flushed.  I said "if you guys keep this up we're gonna miss the movie".
They both grinned sheepishly, and quickly started putting on their shoes.
My Matt glanced up at me and said rather laciviously, "hmm - looks like you
were at it too".  My turn to be embarassed - on the floor there was a gob
of cum I'd not seen, and therefore hadn't cleaned up!  Both of them
laughed.

The next weekend, I had both Matt's again for the afternoon on Saturday.
Again, upon reaching my dorm to pick up something, I was called away to fix
a problem with someone's computer.  This time, before I left, I reached up
and flipped my new video camera to record.  It was sitting on a shelf in
the corner - rather unobtrusively.  I'd had it there filming myself the
night before as I jerked off on my bed.  I'd wanted to see how it would
work.  Again I was gone for about a half hour.  When I came back - this
time both boys were in the shower already though.  My porn flick was
running though.  I guess they figured it was alright with me if they
watched it and had sex.  I quickly lifted the camera down, and rewound it a
bit - yup - they'd been at it on my bed.  I decided to watch it later.
That night after I'd taken the boys home, and returned to my dorm, I hooked
the camera up to the TV, and settled back onto my bed with a tube of lube
and my favorite vibrating dildo.  I started the film, and in it, no sooner
had I left when Matt went right for the video, and surprisingly, for my
lube and dildos too!  I looked down at the dildo I was about to grease up,
and held it to my nose - yup - it had been up at least one of their asses -
I could smell their scent.  My dick was throbbing just thinking about it.
It looked relatively clean, so I lubed it, and lost no time stuffing it up
my ass and turning it on.  I also greased my hand and started to massage my
cock as I fucked myself up the ass with the vibrating dildo.  As I watched
the film, I saw that they ripped their clothes off and immediately the
other Matt knelt in front of my Matt and started sucking his dick.  Then he
pushed him backward down onto my bed, and took the dildo that was currently
going in and out of my asshole, and greased it up, and pressed it against
My Matt's tight asshole, as Matt brought his knees up to his chest.
Suddenly, the dildo disappeared up inside Matt's rectum, as a grimace
crossed his face, and I heard an "AWW - take it easy!" The other Matt
turned on the dildo and began to fuck my Matt up the ass with it, then he
leaned in and started to suck Matt's dick as well.  I was getting so hot
from what I was watching, and from the dildo being up my ass.  The fact
that only hours earlier it had been up my "little brother's" ass made me
even hornier.  As I watched Matt working on my Matt, and my Matt's orgasm
obviously beginning to build, I too felt mine beginning to build!  Only a
few more seconds, and I saw my Matt's face contort, as he groaned "Oh Matt
- don't stop, I'm cumming man!" and I could see him spasming as he filled
Matt's mouth with his cum.  I began to shoot gobs and gobs of my own cum
too.  Some of it hit the book shelves behind me!  AFter a few seconds,
Matt's orgasm subsided, and so did mine.  I cleaned my self off, as Matt
was doing too.  Then they traded places, and the other Matt selected the
bigger dildo I had in the box.  It didn't vibrate, but looked like a huge
Dick.  My Matt greased it up and serviced the other Matthew in the same way
as the other Matthew had done to him.  There was a difference though.
Before the other Matt had a chance to build up an orgasm, he rolled over
onto his stomach and told my Matt to fuck him up the ass!  I watched as my
Matt lubed his cock, and then pulled the dildo from his friend's asshole.
The other Matt's asshole had been quite stretched by the large dildo, and
the hole remained open about 3/4" across, as it contracted and relaxed, in
an attempt to close back up.  My Matthew quickly moved in between his
friend's legs.  The other Matt shoved a pillow under his hips, so that his
but would stick up.  Matt go behind him, and pressed his dick head against
Matt's Hole, and pushed forward.  He slid in right up to the hilt, his
dick, being smaller than the dildo it was replacing.  The other Matt let
out an "OOoooHHhh!" as my Matt slammed into him.  Matthew started to fuck
in and out of Matt immediately.  The Matt who was being fucked began to
moan and squirm a little, pressing slightly back at Matt as he came down
onto him.  "Fuck me harder Dude!" he said!  Matt started to pound in and
out of his friend's rectum.  I realized I was hard as a rock and started
pumping my own dick again in time with Matt's fucking motions.  About a
minute and a half later, I was ready to cum, and so were both boys.  Matt
who was being fucked started first, groaning and gasping as he unloaded his
gobs of come onto the pillow under him.  The feeling of his friend's
asshole clamping and unclamping during his orgasm, must've gotten Matt
going, as he dumped another load of his own cum, this time deep inside his
friends anal canal.  I started shooting another load myself at that point.
Both boys laid there and relaxed a few minutes, then Matt got off of Matt,
pulling his now limp dick out of his friend's ass hole.  They quickly
picked up and headed for the shower.  Which is exactly what I did too.

As time went by, I spent a lot more time with both of the Matthews.  The
other one's parents were divorced and he and his father were at odds with
one another usually, so he kind of glommed onto me as an older brother as
well.  Besides, like my Matthew, he knew I was gay, and felt he could talk
to me about it openly too.  Both the boys talked with me often about sex.
Both made it known to me that they would've liked it if I'd have sex with
them.  Both were made to understand that that wasn't going to happen.  They
accepted it, and greatly enjoyed the things we did do together.  Our
relationship continued throughout the rest of the time I was at college,
which was another 2-1/2 years.  As the boys got older, they grew, and
became more and more handsome.  In my last year at school, the "other"
Matthew and his mother had to move away.  His mother got transferred.  He
and my Matthew were completely devistated at being torn away from each
other.  At least my Matthew had me. The day the other Matthew left, I was
with him.  They cried openly in each other's arms.  It was pitiful.  After
they left, I asked Matt what he felt like doing.  He asked if David was in
our room, or gone.  I told him he was gone, so Matt asked if we could go to
my dorm.  He wept quietly the whole way there.

When we got up to my room, he turned to me and the tears started afresh.
He just collapsed into my arms and sobbed.  I held him until he stopped.
Then we sat down on my bed.  He was looking down at the floor.  He said "I
didn't know how much I loved him, till now.  And now, he's gone, and I
won't be seeing him anymore.  You're the only other person I love as much
as I love him.  And you're going to be leaving in a few months too for
good."  I draped my arm over his shoulder and hugged him to me, and told
him I loved him too.  He looked up at me, and then he leaned toward me and
kissed me on the lips.  Not just a quick peck, a long hungry kiss.  I felt
his tongue trying to press between my lips.  He pushed me back onto the bed
and got on top of me, kissing me.  You have to remember, he was almost 16
now, and he was big for his age.  As he continued kissing me, I finally
relaxed my lips and let his tongue slide through.  He kissed me deeply and
longingly.  Then I felt his hand cupping my genitals, and my cock began to
harden.  I could feel Matt's hard cock pressing against my hip.  He began
to massage my crotch, gently but firmly, my cock responding by engorging to
its full hardness.  I tried to push him off me, but he was relentless.  He
stopped kissing me long enough to rasp "please don't stop me - I need you
so much right now!" and his started to nuzzled my neck, while with his
hands he opened the buttons of my shirt.  He licked down my neck to my
chest and started to suck on my left nipple.  His hands were undoing my
belt buckle and the button and fly of my jeans.  "Matt!  I love you, but
this is wrong, we have to stop" I was saying.  "No" he moaned as he licked
down my belly to my pubic hair, his right hand massaging my hard cock
through my briefs.  "Matt..." I began, but he yelled "NO! GODDAMNIT!  I
love you so much, and I've waited so long for you!  I need you now!", and
he reached down with both hands and ripped my jeans over my hips and down
to my knees.  The kid was pretty strong now, and it showed.  Before I could
say anything else, his hungry mouth engulfed my swollen penis and he began
to suck up and down it.  I was overcome with desire, so much that I
couldn't try to stop him anymore, and I gave into my passions, and began to
fuck his mouth, as he pumped up and down my shaft.  I felt him pry a finger
between my buttocks and begin to massage my anus, as I had told him about a
year or so ago. As he rubbed back and forth over my tight hole, he
continued sucking up and down my dick.  I could tell it wouldn't take much
longer, and I'd begin spewing my love juice.  I could feel it beginning to
rise.  "I'm gonna cum soon" I warned, in case he didn't want me to come in
his mouth.  This just caused him to pick up his pace, and within seconds, I
felt my body go rigid and begin to spasm as I pumped gush after gush of cum
into Matt's waiting mouth.  Thirstily he swallowed everydrop, and only
stopped sucking my tool when he was sure he'd gotten it all.  When he was
done, he laid beside me.  I kissed him on the forehead.  He said "I don't
want to hear that it's wrong.  It's not.  I love you.  I want you.  That
makes it right."  He looked so forlorn I couldn't stand it.  I leaned down
and kissed him on the lips, worming my tongue inbetween his teeth, as he
opened his mouth to accept my kiss.  I could taste the flavor of my own
cum, still in his mouth.  I reached down with my left hand and felt for his
penis.  It was hard beneath the fabric of his jeans.  I stopped long enough
to finish pulling my own jeans off, which were constricting my movements.
AS I did this, Matt quickly pulled his own off, and we were lying naked
with each other.  I suckled at Matt's nipples, giving them each equal time,
as he laid back, barely breathing.  I got between his legs and lifted his
legs up from behind his knees.  I started licking the inside of his thighs,
and the backs of his thighs from the knees down to his crotch.  I licked at
the spot between his scrotum and his ass, then I pushed his knees up to his
chest, exposing his ass.  I started licking the insides of his ass cheeks.
Matt's breathing became heavier. I kept working closer to his pucker anus.
Finally, I started at the top of his ass crack, and licked right along the
deepest part of it, right over his anus to his scrotum.  He let out a gasp
as my tongue raked over his hole.  "Oh man, nobody ever did that to me!" he
moaned.  Then I went to work on his asshole.  I began to lick it in
earnest, and he began moaning with each flick of my tongue.  After a while,
I formed my tongue into a spear and stabbed directly at his pucker, forcing
my tongue through his sphincter.  He was loving it.  I tongue fucked him
for a while, then pulled out and licked his ass all over again, before
traveling up to his still hairless scrotum.  I sucked each testicle gently
into my mouth and played with them with my tongue, before releasing them,
and slowly licking my way up the vein that was his urethra on the underside
of his cock.  When I reached his cock head, there was a drop of pre-cum
glistening on the tip of it, I greedily licked it off, savoring for the
first time, the flavor of my "little brother's" juices.  I swirled my
tongue around his cock head, and finally, as he was beginning to beg me to
suck his cock, I plunged down over his cock head, sucking in his full (now)
7" shaft, nuzzling my nose in his now prominent bush of pubic hair.  I
breathed in deeply his musky scent.  I reached under and started to massage
his anus with my finger, and then began to suck up and down his stiff
stick.  I could taste some more precum oozing from his piss slit, as he
began moaning and thrusting his hips up and down.  I wrapped my left hand
around the base of his shaft and masturbated him as I sucked on the top
half of his cock.  Keeping time with my strokes was the finger I'd now
inserted into his rectum and was rubbing against his prostate gland.  Matt
was groaning and thrashing about now, and I was sucking him for all I was
worth, and fucking his asshole with my finger.  All of a sudden, without
any warning other than an "AAARERAHGHH" I felt Matt's hot jism begin to
flood into my mouth and down my throat.  He was pumping what seemed like
gallons of fluid into my mouth.  It was sweet, yet a bit salty, with a
tangy aftertaste.  I swallowed it all.  After he'd finished his orgasm, I
withdrew my finger from his rectum, and licked his penis clean, then I laid
down next to him, and took him in my arms.  He fell fast asleep, laying
there with me.  I was tired myself, so I dozed off too.

Matt spent the rest of the weekend with me.  We sucked and fucked all
weekend, and only stopped long enough to get food or to sleep.  When I
dropped him off at home Sunday night, he was in a really relaxed and mellow
mood.

As hard as it was for me to tell him this, the next weekend I told him we
couldn't have sex like that anymore.  We were brothers - not lovers.  I
told him he needed to find a boy his own age.  I told him that it would
make it easier when I had to go home when school ended.  I told him that no
matter what though - we'd ALWAYS be brothers, and we'd always have each
other.  He seemed to accept that, although that first weekend was a little
rough - we were both pretty horny.

In time, my last semester at school ended, and I graduated.  Matt wasn't
caught by surprise by this, he'd know for three years that when school
ended I'd be going home.  Both of us were sad we wouldn't be seeing each
other like we always did, but he'd already visited my home several times,
and Maria opened her house to me anytime I wanted to come visit, so once
school was over, Matt and I stayed in touch.  For the first summer, he
actually came and spent 3 weeks with me.  After that, we saw each other
every few weeks, when I'd take a trip out there, or he'd come by bus to
visit me.  We've stayed in touch ever since, and still consider each other
brothers.  He still lives near the college, and has a really nice guy in
his life.  They visit us often, and we visit them too.  As for the "other"
Matt - he's in Texas somewhere, living with a guy on a ranch I guess.  The
two Matts write to each other at Christmas time I guess.  I usually get a
Hello from the "other" Matt in the letter he sends to my Matt.

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If you enjoyed this chapter, Keep your eyes open for "Chapter 12 - The
Runaway" - where I tell you about a runaway boy I picked up who was
hitch-hiking.