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Subject: The Brothers Next Door – 10 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal) THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius Necessary Disclaimers: * This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my direct knowledge. * This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths under the age of 18, including themes of incest. Do not read if this matter offends you, or because of your age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so. * “The Library is Open!”. Help keep the Nifty library open by donating at http://donate./donate.html * (c) 2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance. Chapter Ten: Ethan and I had collected ourselves quickly, my heart going a mile a minute. While I could not see enough through the crack in the door to know for certain, it was a 50/50 chance it had been my son spying and watching me do VERY adult things with an underaged young man. The repercussions could be disastrous; it felt as if I had just finished diffusing once catastrophic threat and now I was on the verge of another one! I straightened Ethan’s collar and noticed to my shock that there was one long dribble of semen on the front of his shirt. There would be no way around it and I could only pray we didn’t run into Adam before I rushed Ethan out of the house. I opened the door to the bedroom at almost the same time that the bathroom door across the hall opened, and Danny stepped out wiping his hands on a towel. Danny! Maybe this meant that the movement outside the bedroom while I was blowing my load down Ethan’s throat was just his brother. “Well, hello,” Danny said with a smirk on his face. Ethan and I glanced at each other and smiled knowingly. “Hey, uh, we talked about the plan for tomorrow,” I said hesitantly. “It sounds like a great time! I just wish I knew sooner; I would have gotten you something appropriate for such a momentous birthday.” Danny chuckled, “Oh, I can think of a nice present you can get me without the hassle of shopping.” Ethan rolled his eyes at his brother’s obvious innuendo while I blanched, suddenly wondering where Adam was; I didn’t want him to hear such an overt suggestion! “No, dummy,” Danny sniggered, “I mean a gift card for my PS-5. If you REALLY felt you had to get me something, it could be done online in no time.” I shook my head; Danny really knew how to press my buttons. I motioned my hand, encouraging Danny to go ahead of us into the hallway towards the stairs, but he seemed to dance around us for a second. Finally, he pointed himself to my son’s bedroom. “Where are you going?” I asked. “Adam’s room. He said he wanted to show me new stuff he got on the PS-5,” Danny replied as he stepped towards the closed door. I did a double-take in disappointment; if Danny AND Adam had both come upstairs, I was no longer as certain about who had been spying on me. We all followed Danny through the door into Adam’s room, where I saw my son sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the flat-screen TV. Danny joined him on the floor and picked up a second controller. They were both still in their workout gear, and Adam’s looked a little damp. I appreciated my boy was enjoying the free weights and the physical activity; it would serve him well later on in life in keeping himself fit. Adam looked up and I and smiled broadly, “We finished the workout, so I’m going to show Danny my new game on the PS-5. It’s okay, isn’t it?” “Of course, Danny is welcome, just keep your door open so the air circulates — you know how stinky you get after exercise,” I teased him. But that was only half the reason; despite Danny’s recent turning over a new leaf I felt just a little bit safer if they weren’t hiding behind closed doors. Adam nodded, then glanced at Ethan. I saw a smile creep over his face. What did that mean? “Dad, if Danny is welcome, can he stay and have pizza with us?” Adam asked enthusiastically. I glanced to Danny but he looked just as surprised as I felt. “Ethan should stay, too!” he quickly added. “Ah, thanks Adam, but I actually am meeting my friends from the track team at Olive Garden for dinner tonight,” Ethan replied. “How about it, Danny? Is your mom expecting you for dinner tonight?” Danny shook his head, “Mom’s actually working a double shift today so she can be free for the party tomorrow.” “Party?” Adam asked. “Oh yeah, bud, we’ve been invited to their house tomorrow for a little pool party for Danny’s birthday,” I quickly explained. Adam’s face lit up. “It’s your birthday, dude? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because today is the first time I’ve seen or talked to you since last week,” Danny smiled, looking pointedly at Adam. Adam suddenly seemed to catch what he was saying; I wasn’t supposed to know the two had been emailing all week. “Well, Dad, then Danny should stay for pizza and we can rent a movie!” Adam suggested. Danny looked at me and I didn’t see a glimmer of mischievousness in his eye; this wasn’t a scheme hatched by the boys — this was all Adam’s idea. I glanced at Ethan, and he just shrugged. “What do you say, Danny? Wanna hang with us boring Davis boys tonight?” I asked. Danny lips pulled into a wide grin; while he hadn’t orchestrated the invitation, I could see the twinkle of mischief behind his eyes and I knew he would be working something tonight. With Adam around, I could only hope he would keep it low-key. “Sure, I’d love to, Mr. Davis,” he said sweetly. We briefly discussed what pizza everyone wanted, and then turned and left the boys to play on the PS-5 while Ethan and I walked downstairs. As we turned from the living room into the kitchen, he put his arm around my waist and held me close. “Good luck tonight,” he whispered as he leaned up and kissed me softly on my lips. “Thanks, I’ll need it,” I replied. “Don’t forget to change your shirt.” Ethan looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook his head. “I don’t think I will. Maybe I’ll spend the whole night wearing your cum on me — like a badge of honor.” “Yeah, and if your mom sees it?” I asked. “Like Danny said, she’s working a double and won’t be home until 5am,” he explained. “Let the boys on the track team wonder how I got so lucky.” “Huh, well, let them wonder,” I winked at him. He smiled again before leaning into me for another kiss. What started as a quick kiss turned into a long lip-lock as his arms wrapped around my neck again. I had to pull away from him forcefully. “This is why we keep getting discovered — you can’t control yourself,” I said to him. He just winked at me. “You’re right. You try controlling yourself around the perfect man,” he replied. I reached around and grabbed his ass firmly. “I know all about it,” I said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He sighed, then turned and walked out through the garage door, waving at me. I let the boys play video games for another hour. I could hear them laughing and screaming as they navigated the calamities of the different levels in Adam’s new game. If Danny was true to his word and didn’t bring up anything inappropriate with Adam, I would be very happy if the two boys developed a friendship. While it was true that Danny was three… soon, four… years older than Adam, they seemed to have a natural affinity with one another. It would be a safe way to have the boys at the house, and I wouldn’t have to make up strange excuses of why two teenage boys were hanging around at my place. Finally, I ordered the pizzas from the local delivery place — a cheese lover’s, a meat lover’s, the works, and a few 2-liter bottles of Coke. I called the boys and let them know they had to find a good save spot and come down for dinner. About fifteen minutes later, the boys came tumbling down the stairs, still wearing their exercise clothes. I had Adam and Danny get situated in the living room and discuss what movie they wanted to rent. It seemed to be pretty unanimous as they were both eager to see Avengers: End Game. Apparently, Danny had missed it when it came out in theaters, and Adam had only seen it once about six months prior. The timing was good, as they had just made the online movie purchase when the pizza arrived. The boys quickly popped up from the living room sofa and followed me into the kitchen to grab their plates. Something about teenage boys — they can devour a pizza faster than a piranha can skeletonize a cow. With their plates piled up with pizza slices and their tumblers full of Coke, they returned to the living room, settled in, and began the movie. The first twenty minutes, the boys were pretty noisy: chomping, chewing, slurping, and burping. Each rude noise made them both giggle. Danny sat in the middle of the sofa. I sat on his right side, and Adam on his left. But after about 30 minutes, the boys had finished chowing down and had become quiet, settling down into a post-gorge food coma. I watched them: Adam seemed pressed right up against Danny’s side. I had never noticed my son be so physically close with his other friends. What was it about Danny that elicited such trust? If he had only known what Danny had put us all through. After about 60 minutes in, I felt Danny’s right hand slip over mine and his fingers interlace with my left hand. It was low enough on the sofa, between our legs, that Adam would not have been able to see it unless he stood up. By now, he was absorbed in the movie. So, Danny just held my hand, rubbing his fingers between mine. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but it was just — nice. By the time the movie was over, it was 8:30. The boys finally seemed to come alive again, sitting up and stretching. Danny released his fingers from my hand and make some stretching movements while Adam quickly stood and made a dash up the stairs yelling, “Pee break!” I laughed as I listened to the bathroom door slam shut, and then found myself alone with Danny. “Do you want to stay for another movie?” I asked him. He glanced at me with a sly smile and slowly cupped his crotch through his nylon gym shorts. “I’d rather stay and fuck that ass of yours,” he said with a grin. I must have blanched. “Not with Adam here!” I whispered to him. In defiance of me, he grabbed my left hand and with his muscle strength, pressed my hand against his bulge. Under the touch of my palm and fingers I could feel his thickening cock and the full scrotum beneath it. It took my breath away — I was torn between my responsible feelings as a parent and adult versus just giving the boy what he wanted right then. But suddenly, the toilet flushed upstairs and we separated, Danny standing up and walking over to the steps. They passed each other on the stairs as Adam came down, and I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked as if Adam passed something into Danny’s hand. Adam pounced back on the sofa. “Another movie?” “Yeah? What did you want to watch now?” I asked, but before Adam could answer, a voice called out from upstairs. “Todd?!” “Yeah, what is it, Danny?” “You are out of toilet paper. Can you come up here and hook me up?” I sighed; I could have sworn I still had half a roll on the toilet paper holder. I’d have to dig it out of the bathroom closet. I rolled my eyes, looking at Adam which made him giggle. I got up from the sofa and headed up the stairs, calling back to my son, “Think about what you want to do next… we could do another short movie before bedtime if you want.” I knocked on the door of the bathroom, at which point the door opened. I started stepping inside when, suddenly, I was yanked all the way through the door and it was closed behind me. Before I could even respond, Danny spun me around and thrust his mouth against me, kissing me roughly. Powerfully. His hand went between my legs and started groping at my crotch, my dick immediately responding. I pulled away to take a sharp breath, “Not now! Adam is right downstairs!” “I can’t help it,” he gasped, quickly pulling his shorts off. There stood his alabaster cock trimmed with red pubes, moisture gathering at the tip. “Take care of me real quick, I’m so close already!” Before I could change his mind with any rational thought, he turned us so his back was to the sink. He hopped up on the counter, his bare ass on the cool stone surface as he pushed me down in front of him. “You have to, Todd! It will take 2 seconds!” şişli travesti In the chaos of the bathroom, being spun and pulled and pushed, I realized it would take more time to get out of this situation than it would to just finish the job. Before he had to tell me a third time, I took his cock deep into my mouth, eliciting a sigh of satisfaction from the young teenage boy before me. I quickly slobbered on his prick and started slurping him down to the base. Based on the rate of his precum drooling from his piss slit, indeed it wouldn’t take long for him to finish. He grunted as he tried to pump with his hips even further into my throat, but the angle was wrong and the mechanics didn’t work. “Yeahhhhhh, Daddy,” he hissed at my quietly, resolved to lean back and accept my service on his cock, “that’s so good. Do you like it, Daddy?” “Yes,” I said quickly, not wanting to slow down to speak, thinking of my son downstairs. “I love it.” I sucked and slurped harder as Danny gasped, “What do you love?” I remembered this was the same setup as the other night. In his way, he was reminding me what he wanted to hear. “It’s so beautiful… I love sucking my son’s cock so much,” I gasped in between thrusts. This seemed to set him off as suddenly my tongue was drenched in Adam’s potent cum. I made several gulps as he drained himself into me, his strong-tasting spunk gushing across my tongue. Finally, his cock stopped spasming in my mouth as it started to soften, and his breathing returned to normal. “You better go,” he sighed. “I’ll be down in a minute.” With that, I hurried from the bathroom and closed the door behind me. As I turned, I thought I heard padding footsteps on the stairs, but there was so much going on with Danny in the bathroom, I must not have been thinking straight. I composed myself and noticed I had a huge hardon in my pants. I quickly stepped into my bedroom and changed my clothes, opting to put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. Once changed, I hurried my way downstairs. There was Adam on the sofa, looking bored. “Man, I thought you guys fell in!” he said with exasperation. I laughed and told him everyone needed to pee after that long movie, but I was going to get a drink before we started the second movie. He groaned with impatience. I was only in the kitchen a moment and as I returned, Danny came downstairs. “Well, boys, what will it be next?” I asked them. Danny plopped down on the sofa beside Adam and looked over to me. “It’s my birthday weekend,” he said unabashedly. “I think I should pick a movie.” Uh-oh. What did he have in mind? “Um, maybe… what did you want to watch?” “Rocky Horror Picture Show,” he said, a gleam of mischief in his eye. “Ohhhh! Yeah, dad, can we?” Adam piped up in excitement. Oh, boy. For adults, the Rocky Horror Picture Show was racy camp with a fun soundtrack. But for boys Adam’s age? Some of the sexually suggestive scenes were a bit too graphic. “Probably not tonight,” I said to the boys. “That movie has some scenes that you should be a bit older before you see them.” “I’ve already seen it,” Danny said simply. “It’s been a hot minute, but I’d like to watch it again with you.” “Well, then, you know what I mean, Danny,” I continued. “You know there is some suggestive stuff in there and Adam is still a bit young to put that all in context. I think that film would be much better for a high school aged boy.” “I’m not a baby, dad!” Adam said in frustration. “You’re embarrassing me in front of Danny! Why can’t I watch it?” I went over and put my hand on his shoulder, “For the same reason I don’t give you the car keys and let you drive to the store to buy cigarettes. You’re not a baby, but there are some things you have to learn before you can watch movies with sexy scenes in them.” “But, dad…!” “Adam, enough! Now, look, that’s my final say. If we can’t move past this, then we should all say goodnight and we’ll see each other again tomorrow!” I interrupted. Adam knew my voice and it was time for him to either pull back or we’d cancel the rest of the night. Adam huffed, turning beet red in embarrassment having been told off in front of Danny. But instead of calming down and changing the subject, he then stood up from the sofa and marched upstairs by himself without uttering another word. Once I heard his door close (not slammed, thank God — the boy knew I would take the door off the hinges if he did that), I turned back to Danny. “Sorry, Danny, I guess movie night is over. It’s been a long day, I’m sure he’s just tired and will be fine tomorrow,” I explained. “You should have let him watch the movie,” he said to me, his eyes angry. “There is nothing in that film he can’t handle. I saw it.” “Yeah, and I wonder how your mother would feel knowing that you saw that movie. Knowing your mom, probably not that happy.” “She doesn’t care,” he scoffed. “Oh, does that mean she give you permission to see it, or did you just assumed she would be fine and watched it without checking?” Danny ducked the question, “You shouldn’t have been a dick to Adam.” “Danny,” I explained to him, “parenting your child isn’t the same as being a dick to them. You have to set limits and boundaries because kids think they are immortal and can do anything… but they just can’t. Adam doesn’t have the judgment to make some of these decisions yet. Even if I wanted to say `to heck with it’ and indulge him, I don’t have the luxury. If it’s discovered that I have not been absolutely perfect with how I raise him, his mother will do everything she can to make sure I never get to see him again.” He looked at me dumbfounded. I could tell in his eyes he hadn’t thought about the long-term consequences and how it would impact Adam — what 13-year-old would? But he wouldn’t be lulled into feeling contrite for his attack on me. After a long look, he just turned into the kitchen and proceeded to leave through the back door. “See you tomorrow,” I called after him as he closed the door on me. “Boys,” I sighed out loud to myself. With that I picked up the house from the evening. After straightening the living room and putting the rest of the pizza and drinks away, I headed upstairs to my room and got ready for bed. Tomorrow would be a busy day with Danny’s party, so I wanted to make sure I was well rested to handle the overload of boys. As I got to the top of the stairs, I saw the bathroom door was closed and heard the shower running. I took the opportunity to go into Danny’s bedroom, and found — as usual — he had stripped and left his workout clothes in the middle of the floor. Here was his shorts and t-shirt, but where was his underwear? Why was I having such a difficult time with Adam’s underwear today? Suddenly, I was interrupted in my reflection by a call from the bathroom. “Daaaaad!” I stepped over the bathroom door, “What is it, Adam?” “Can you come in?” he asked. I gently opened the door and stepped in. There, hidden behind the frosted glass pane of the shower was my son’s silhouette. He stood in profile, allowing me to see the shape of his body under the spray of hot water. Slender frame with a slight bump at his rear and what looked like a dangling noodle from his front. “Forgot how to shower?” I asked, kidding with him. “I did weights with Danny earlier, and my arms are sore again. It hurts to reach my back. Can you do it again?” “Well, Adam, you know if you are going to start lifting weights, you should learn some stretches as well — so things don’t feel so sore and tight afterwards.” “You’re right,” he said. “But tonight, my arms are still sore. Can you wash me like last week?” “Okay, but this is the last time. You’re too grown up to be getting washed by your old man,” I said, stepping over to the shower door. Rolling up my sleeve, Adam actually pulled the door open for me from the inside. “You’re not old,” he said, matter-of-factly. He turned to face the shower, allowing me full access to his back while handing me the bar of soap. I lathered up my right hand and then reached in. His skin was smooth — hairless — and without a blemish, glistening in the water running down from his shoulders. I gently let my fingers rest on the back of his neck and started soaping his back. Unlike the urgency of last week, I found myself going slower, soaping up his shoulders and shoulder-blades, the delicate ridge of his spine and down into his torso, washing suds along his flanks and down to the top of his hips. He was beautiful, but wouldn’t be for much longer. Soon, puberty would show up and his body would start changing and growing. He’d go through a period of awkwardness, having everything grow out of proportion. Hair would start growing, followed shortly by acne. His voice would drop. He’d start thinking about girls, and dealing with erections and masturbation. I quickly collected my thoughts: I knew I shouldn’t think about Adam masturbating — he was my son! I quickly removed my hand, but Adam looked over his shoulder at me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he laughed, turning forward again. I gulped quietly and returned my soapy hand to the smooth curve of his buttocks, lathering them in gentle circles. As my hand circled out, it softly pulled his cheeks apart, and I glimpsed his perfect pink little asterisk of his anus. With everything that had happened with Danny and Ethan, the sight made me aroused and conflicted at the same time. Suddenly, Adam shifted very softly in his stance, and in the motion of my washing, my fingertips were suddenly brushing along his crack. Before I could even think of pulling away, he seemed to shift some of his weigh back, forcing the contact. What was this? Was this a childish prank, or did Adam know he was doing something naughty?? In order not to alarm him, I slipped my hand away, then quickly gave him a playful slap on the bottom. “There! That should last you an hour, or until you fart again!” I laughed, trying to brush the incident away. As I stood, Adam turned and faced me, showing his fully nude body to me again. He laughed as the water washed way the soap from his back and legs, while giving me a full show of his bits. We had never been modest with each other in the past, but now I couldn’t help looking at his slender, soft prick, estimating it about 3 inches long laying in front of a very small scrotum. I quickly averted my gaze back to Adam’s face but saw that he caught my examining glance. In response, he eyed me up and down then giggled before turning to shut off the shower. “Can you hand me a towel, dad?” he asked. I quickly reached over to the rack and grabbed a fresh towel for him. At his size, he could easily wrap himself up. “Uh, you get yourself ready for bed, teeth brushed and everything, and I’ll come tuck you in,” I said in a hoarse voice, turning and stepping out of the bathroom. After I had closed the door, I glanced down and noticed that my cock was hard and prominent in my gray sweatpants! I padded into my bedroom and tried to collect my thought, my heart pounding in my chest. Not only had Adam apparently pushed his boy anus into my lathering fingers, he then saw me checking out his body while sporting a hardon! My God, what must he think of me? This exactly the sort of thing that, while innocent, could be used by my wife to take away all of my custodial rights! I sat back on my bed, trying to calm down. I started flipping through my phone apps, trying to distract myself while allowing my hardon to die down. I must have gotten very distracted, as ten minutes went by before I knew it, and Adam was suddenly standing in my bedroom door. He was dressed as he usually did before going to bed — in a white t-shirt and pair of white briefs. Without a word he just took a running jump and landed on the mattress, cuddling up next to me. I put my arm around my son, as I had done a thousand times before — but this time I noticed how my hand was at just the same level as his pert bum. My heart started to drum again. I had cuddled with my son time and time again… why was this time making me so nervous? “Dad?” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry we had a fight,” he said. I gave him a small hug, trying not to grasp his cheeks at the same time. “That wasn’t really a fight, but I’m glad you feel better now,” I said in response, putting my phone down. “I just don’t beylikdüzü travesti understand,” he said, “why I can’t watch that movie. I’ve heard all about it.” I chuckled, “Its exactly what I said: that movie has some sexy scenes in it and you are a couple of years too young for that stuff. I know it’s frustrating — you are a very intelligent young man, but I think we’d have to have quite a few conversations about sexuality before you can watch scenes like that.” “Well,” he said thoughtfully, “why can’t we start having them now?” I wondered at what I would have to start talking to Adam about more adult things, but I was wary. He was ten … well, ten-and-a-half now. If I started talking about these things too soon and his mother found out, it would be used against me. But, if I left it alone for too long, I would run the risk of him picking up messages from other people, and could I trust what they would tell him? “Have you had your health class yet in school?” “Um… no I think they are going to do health next year,” he said. I smiled at him. “Well, I’ll make you a deal. When you start your health classes at school, you and I can get together and I will answer any question that you have as honestly as I can. I think that will be best, because you will be getting the facts about your body from your class and I can help you make sense of it all in only the way another man can,” I said. His face lit up. “Ok, that sounds good,” he said. “John said I could ask him questions if I wanted to, but I really don’t want to talk to him about that stuff.” “John?” I asked. “Oh, your mother’s fiancé. You don’t want to talk to him?” “No,” Adam said quietly, tiredness coming into his voice. “He’s always trying to buddy up to me, but its creepy. Its like he’s always watching me.” “Maybe he’s just trying to make friends,” I said optimistically, “He is, after all, going to be around for a while.” “He’s just … weird,” Adam concluded. I had to admit, I didn’t really know John. I jokingly called him milquetoast behind his back because he was timid and so easily dominated by Brenda. But being meek and unassertive didn’t mean he wasn’t harmless, and I really had no idea what kind of man he was. Now that they were getting married, I assumed it would mean they would be moving in together. I would have to talk to my brother Andrew, my lawyer, about figuring this fellow out as well. If Adam was getting strange feelings from him, I wasn’t going to dismiss it lightly — the man would be living in the same house as my son! “Well, this week you are with me, your ACTUAL dad,” I said to redirect our conversation, “And to make up for embarrassing you in front of Danny, I’ll let you ask me a question right now: anything you want to know and I’ll try to be as truthful as I can. But only if you promise me you will never, ever tell your mother I allowed you to have this conversation.” Adam lit up as he was cuddled against me. “Really?” “Really really,” I said. He seemed to look away as he pondered what he most likely wanted to know. I was expecting him to ask a question about puberty — when will he start getting body hair, or when he was going to start growing “down there”. “What’s a blowjob feel like?” he whispered at me. I was so shocked, I actually coughed in surprise. “Where did you hear about blowjobs?” I asked him incredulously. Only a few hours earlier in the day, I was shocked to learn that someone — either Adam or Danny — had been spying on me while I was getting a long, sensuous blowjob from Ethan in my bedroom. Was this his way of admitting what he had seen? He looked at me like I was stupid. “My friends Charlie and Doug both have older brothers, and we’ve overheard them talking about them,” Adam explained looking up at me. I was a bit speechless, but Adam just gazed at me expectantly, then impatiently. “You promised!” he reminded me. I couldn’t believe I just got bamboozled by my son. But perhaps, it was for the best. If this was any indication, then I would have to expect much more delicate questions from my precocious and curious offspring as he got older. “Alright,” I said. “For most men, they feel pretty damned awesome. Some people don’t like them, but I think most men enjoy the feeling.” He groaned, before slapping my arm in frustration, “But you didn’t tell me how it feels. I hear the older brothers talking about how awesome they are, but no one explains why.” How was I going to do this right? I’m not even sure I knew how to communicate the complex sensations that went into the experience of receiving a blowjob, not to mention how to translate it appropriately for a prepubescent 10-year-old. “Well…” I sighed, “It’s hard to explain because it depends on the person who does it to you. Not only how good they are, but how you feel about them. Anything sexual between two people always has to start from a place of love and respect. But the feeling is different based on how well they know how to do it. It’s like kissing… no two people ever kiss the same. Good, or bad, its unique to them — like a signature. But, generally, feels like pressure and suction with the heat and wetness from their mouths and lips ticking your penis over and over again. All of it together feels amazing. For me.” “Wow,” Adam sighed, his voice a mixture of wonder and tiredness. “And… have you ever given a blowjob?” “ERRRRGGGHH!” I called out like a warning siren, “I’m sorry but that was your one question for tonight.” There was `being honest’ and then then there was `things-my-son-didn’t-need-to-know-yet’. He grinned sheepishly at me before letting out a long yawn. “Can I sleep here?” he asked. He was already almost passed out, so I said, “Sure” and gave him a kiss on the head. Pulling up the sheet around us both, I flicked off the lamp and I settled in to sleep. Around seven the next morning, I woke up automatically and was immediately conscious of the little boy sleeping beside me. A little boy who was suddenly interested in me washing his ass in the shower, and asking me questions about blowjobs. I wasn’t sure what this was all about, but one thing was for sure: he wasn’t as young as I liked to imagine him. He was growing up, probably faster than I gave him credit, and soon he would be dealing with puberty and new feelings, like lust. He’d start to experience how it can make you feel so emotionally conflicted, which means that one day, he might be able to understand how my relationship with Ethan happened. But for now, the urgency of my morning routine was immediate, so I carefully extracted myself from the bed and padded to the bathroom in my gray sweatpants. Having relieved my bladder, I slipped back into the room to grab my slippers and bathrobe, I stopped to admire the boy-soon-to-be-young-man before me. A shaft of morning light draped over his body. He had kicked the sheets off and lay there uncovered in his crumpled white t-shirt and his white briefs. No, off-white briefs. Huh? In the morning light, I saw a discoloration in the front pouch. Oh no… did he wet the bed last night? It had been years since his last incident, but maybe the excitement with Danny yesterday got him revved up. Without trying to wake him, I carefully leaned down to inspect. My hand felt around the sheets, and everything was dry. And his underwear didn’t look wet, or smell like pee. It smelled of something else. Underneath the scent of my son, there was a more pungent aroma. Slightly fishy with a hint of bleach… The only thing more potent than a cup of espresso waking you up in the morning is the sudden realization that your son had slept all night in semen-stained underwear. How? Could it have been him? Did Adam have a nocturnal emission? I doubt it… I would have noticed if he was having more frequent erections, so I doubt he produced it. Plus, the sheer size of the patch reflected a much larger and a more mature emission. That’s when it hit me: the previous Sunday night when Danny had fucked me roughly on my son’s bed, he used a pair of Adam’s worn underwear to catch my load. I had passed out right after it happened. Danny must have taken that semen-filled underwear and put them in Adam’s drawer so he would wear them! My God, what a perverse mind that boy had, to think of such a ploy! “Mmmm Dad? Why are you standing there?” Adam asked sleepily, sluggishly wiping the sleep dust from his eyes. “Just waking up, buddy,” I said. “Tell me, where did you get that underwear?” “Eh? I dunno… from the dresser last night. Why?” “They don’t look like they’ve been laundered properly,” I said matter of factly. “Can you take them off for me, and I’ll get them in the washing machine?” Without opening his eyes, Adam quickly peeled the offending underwear off his hips and his skinny legs before handing them to me. With that, he plopped down into sleep, half-nude in my bed. I stepped out into the hallway and lifted the underwear to my face. Except for their warmth, there was no dampness to them. Only the strong scent of my semen and little boy. I quickly redirected myself downstairs and started the day. About an hour later, Adam came downstairs in his t-shirt but no underwear, his cute bum and smooth cocklette on full display. When I asked him why, he giggled and said I had taken his underwear away. Undaunted, I sent him back upstairs to put on new underwear. Yeup, not as young as he used to be. Our day progressed from breakfast followed by a few chores (including my starting a load of laundry with the nefarious underwear), and then some errands to the grocery store and bakery to get ready for the week. Adam was playful but restrained and we had a relaxed morning together. After getting all the goods put away, we started getting ready for Danny’s birthday party. I had downloaded a generous gift card for Danny to use for his gaming system, and Adam and I got our clothes together for our trip next door. Around 3pm, we headed over where we found Carol and the boys already out at the pool with numerous drinks and snacks. Carol was overjoyed to meet my son (finally) and I got the impression that Adam liked her too — Carol seemed to have an unending supply of stupid dad jokes that made Adam crack up laughing every time. After we finished our introductions, the three boys tore off their t-shirts and splashed their way into the pool together. It gave me and Carol a private moment to catch up. She confessed the first few days after the discussion about the boys’ father, she felt pretty insecure and shitty about everything. But then she started to feel more like herself and she had noticed that the boys seemed to be a bit different, too. The hostility between her two sons definitely seemed diminished and while they were not as close as she would like them to be, they were certainly in a better spot than they had been before. In her talk about the last week, she couldn’t thank me enough for being there to help provide a `neutral’ supportive third party they could talk to; both boys seemed to come back from their overnight visits with changed spirits. If she only knew. She also said that although it was tough, she had stuck to her promise and hadn’t had anything to drink. She felt more confident at the end of the week, too. She confessed she didn’t feel it was realistic to forego ALL drinking, but she would limit herself to one glass per day, or, if we were together, we were capped at one bottle of wine together. I joked with her and told her I didn’t think I should have to suffer just because she was the boozer, which got me a burst of laughter and a hard slap across my shoulder. Ouch. The afternoon was warm enough, but it certainly wasn’t sweltering hot and I was dubious about the pool. But the boys seemed to be roughhousing in the water without a care in the world, so why not take a dip. I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped into the water. Luckily, Ethan had been right about the pool being heated… it wasn’t an uncomfortable temperature. But my appearance in the water immediately made me a target of the others. Before I knew it, a slippery wet Adam lunged into my arms and pressed against me, clawing at my neck and trying to drag me down. We played all manner of games that afternoon in the pool. It was just the four of us men, as Carol said she was going to istanbul travesti focus on prepping dinner and cooking on the grill. We would outline the rules of our games, but in the end, everyone just kept trying to dunk each other. I was getting annoyed with them at first for constantly messing up the games we were trying to play, but I remembered something that Danny had said a few nights ago when he confessed everything to me… “That’s your problem, Todd — you can’t control life, so why waste your life worrying about the stuff you can’t control?” I realized I could just go with the flow and adapt to the circumstances around me, or leave the pool and miss out on all the fun. So, I proceeded to dunk each other of them in turn. Then we played chicken fight, with Adam riding on Danny’s shoulders and Ethan riding on mine. We were obviously taller than the other pair, but Danny’s forceful advances successfully toppled Ethan from my shoulders more than once. In one tussle, I could easily feel Ethan grinding his spandex-covered crotch into the back of my neck, which distracted me and I stumbled, dropping him at the same time. Before we knew it, Carol was calling us for dinner. The sun was already getting low and you could feel the temperature was slowly dropping. As Danny and Ethan climbed out of the pool, Adam lunged into my arms again but this time wrapped me up in a wet hug. It had been a long time since I had seen him so relaxed and happy. It the years since my divorce, I really hadn’t had the opportunity to see Adam playing with his friends. When he visited me, it had just been us. But now here he was with new friends and just being able to act like a boy. I gave Adam a big hug in return when suddenly I thought I felt him hump against the front of my swim trunks. I must have been imagining it — it’s so easy to slip or lose your footing and have to shift your position while in a pool. We proceeded to dinner, which my cooking buddy did up perfectly. And we just sat around the table drinking soda and juice and iced tea as the sun got lower and lower. There was a moment I just watched the family together and realized it had been the most relaxed I had ever seen them. With the tension having been released from the secrets they were keeping, they could finally have fun with each other. Finally, Carol brought out the cake — an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. She was a bit annoyed she wasn’t asked to make one from scratch, but it was Danny’s favorite. We sang and made fun of Danny for turning 14 — for the new smells he would start making from all the new body hair he would grow. That made Adam crack up for some reason. We gave him his gifts. Carol had gotten him a new cell phone, which seemed to blow him away. When I offered my present, Danny seemed honestly grateful for the gift card. Under the pretext of thanks, he gave me a big hug, but then whispered in my ear, “I’ll be over later to collect my real gift.” As we settled down, I noticed Ethan hadn’t presented anything. “Ethan, did you have a gift for your brother?” I asked. Ethan just kind of blushed. “I’ll… uh… give it to him later,” he said. Carol just seemed to roll her eyes with an expression that I could only translate as: Boys, go figure! By the time the cake had been devoured, a heavy dusk had settled and the strings of lanterns around the patio had been turned on. At this point, Adam turned to me. “Dad, can Danny and I go to my room to play the PS-5? We want to play more of my new game, and he doesn’t have it on his console yet.” I looked over at Carol, asking her permission. She was already collecting plates when she heard the request. “Hell, the party is pretty much over. If the birthday boy wants to play video games at his friend’s house, who am I to argue?” With that, the two boys got up from the table and walked into the evening towards my house. Carol, Ethan and I cleaned up from the party, then sat around talking. About Carol’s job. About Ethan’s grades and his track meets. About my ex-wife’s trip to Vegas. About an hour later, Carol stepped into her kitchen and then quickly came back out with a bottle of white wine and three glasses. I was surprised, and by the looks of it, so was Ethan. “We are all going to celebrate Danny’s birthday and will have ONE glass of wine,” she declared. “And if Danny stuck around, he could have enjoyed some, too.” She poured us our glasses and plonked an Uno card deck on the table. Just like our Sunday night dinners, here we were doing family game night while the younger boys were playing video games. It made me think this was the family life I could have had if I had picked a better wife. But then I wouldn’t have Adam — who was my perfect boy. There were moments in our play where I could just gaze at Ethan and feel the butterflies in my stomach. It was pathetic, really — a man of my age getting butterflies over a boy of 16. But I couldn’t help it — every moment with him, even the crazy ones, felt like magic. He had made me feel like a living, breathing man again after all those years with Brenda. He was like a second chance. Finally, it was 11pm and with the business of the day and the glass of wine, I was feeling tired. “I guess the party is over,” I said at the two sitting across from me at the table, “Time to hit the road.” Carol smiled at me, before side-glancing at her son Ethan, “Hon, why don’t you go over with Todd and bring your brother home? You know we have to go over to your grandparents tomorrow for birthday stuff, and we can’t be up too late tonight.” “Sure, mom,” he said to her before glancing at me. I knew what he was thinking — a chance of a stolen moment where we could at least devour each other’s kisses for a few minutes. “But you know Danny — it may take a few minutes to unplug him.” “Well why don’t you head over and do your best, and I’ll send Todd in a minute. I just want to have a word with him.” “Uh, okay,” he said. He nodded at me before crossing the yard into the night. That left Carol and I alone at the table, the night having gotten much cooler. I thought it would odd she would want to have a private conversation with me. “Todd, sugar, I just wanted to thank you — over and over again — for all of your support and help during this little family crisis. For me, and for the boys. Especially Ethan,” she said, looking out into the night calmly, sipping at her wine glass. Wait. What? “Ummm, that’s sweet, Carol, but you don’t have to keep thanking me. What do you mean, especially Ethan?” She plunked her wine glass on the table and gazed at me with an expression I had seen a million times before in Danny’s eyes. It was a statement, demanding to know if I was really an idiot. I guess I know where he got that look from! “Todd, how are you this clueless? Ethan is head over heels in love with you!” he said, exasperated. While she portrayed frustration with me, I could hear playfulness in her voice. “Every time he looks at you, or talks about you… its painted all over him. And I think that maybe you are in love with him, too.” It’s a shock after such a pleasant day to unexpectedly have your heart drop like a stone into your stomach. I must have blanched, and sat speechless before her. But the playful twinkle in her eye was still there. I felt like I was spinning, and I couldn’t figure out if she was upset? Angry? What was happening. “W-w-what do you m-m-mean?” “Come on, my friend,” she said, “Stop looking like someone just shit on your breakfast. I learned a lot from my experience with Jack. I learned how to really look at people’s body language, hear the things people say and what they don’t say… let’s just say I’ve had a few heavy hints that leads me to believe that you have more than a neighborly affection for my eldest son. Hints like when you walked in my front door with Ethan on Monday night, after spending all that time in the car in the rain, and your fly was still wide open.” Oh God, how could I have been so idiotically stupid! Now what would she do? After everything she went through with Jack and his molestation of the boy when he was 7, there was no way she was going to let this go. Even after Danny had caught us and blackmailed us, I still was too stupid to cover my tracks with Ethan! I could feel my life slipping out of control — everything lost. Adam, my Adam! As if she could read my thoughts, her face relaxed as she picked up her glass again, “Look, if you could just stop having a heart attack right now and let me say what I need to say, you can continue having a cardiac event later if you want. Just… try not to die tonight; it would cast an unpleasant shadow over what’s been a nice birthday party.” She didn’t sound angry or outraged. I was confused and scared. I sat there patiently waiting. She took a sip from her cup and continued. “Ethan came out to us this week and says he’s gay. Well, I always had a sneaking suspicion he was, but I also thought it was something that happened to him because Jack had molested him those years ago. But he told me this week that he hadn’t really felt safe telling me he was gay because he thought I would assume it had to do with his father’s abuse. He talked to me a lot and let me know that he had feelings before his father had ever done anything to him. It was hard to believe at first, but he convinced me. “I’m explaining this because I don’t know why Ethan is the way he is. He’s gay, and I’m not trying to make him any different. I don’t understand why he is so drawn to mature men instead of other boys his age. Maybe that does have something to do with his father. All I really understand right now is… if he’s going to fall in love and explore his feelings with an older man, I’m glad that he chose you.” You could have knocked me over with a feather. My jaw dropped to hear her say that. “Look, I know that you actually care for him and you aren’t going to hurt him. And he’ll listen to you and accept the guidance you offer. But if he’s going to play with men, I’d rather it be you and not some random stranger. Frankly, I’m still rather stunned — I had no idea you bent that way. Plus, I think he’s old enough to know his own mind, and he’s chosen you. I know it will be awkward with Adam around, and you’ll have to be very, very discreet…” She leaned forward and squeezed my hand for emphasis. “…VERY discreet…” “… but as long as he’s happy, I see no problem with looking the other way,” she finally smiled. I couldn’t believe it… she was letting me off the hook. Even giving me her blessing! With all she had done for me, suddenly this great weight was lifted from my soul. I couldn’t believe it. “Carol,” I finally said, “I know it’s not really… right… but I want you to know I feel about him in a way I’ve never felt about another person. I can’t explain it… but, thank you for trusting me.” She smiled broadly at me, “I do trust you, Todd. But make no mistake… if you guys fuck this up and anyone finds out about it, I will throw you under the bus.” That last bit she said with such glee and playfulness — like she was telling the punchline of a joke — that it was disconcerting. “When did you become such a scary broad, Carol?” I hesitated. She cackled playfully. “Oh sugar, have you never met me?” she laughed. “Now, would you be so kind as to go and send the fruits of my loins home? I’d like them back my 12:30 at the latest. Then, after Adam goes back to his mother’s house, if Ethan were to occasionally stay over, I’d probably just assume he was at a friend’s house.” She smiled broadly at me as I stood up to leave. I thought maybe it was the wrong moment for a hug — as easy as she made it sound, doing what she did might actually be really conflicting for her. So, I just smiled in acknowledgment, and crossed the lawn. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. All the drama, all the terror of the last week suddenly evaporated. It felt like I could breathe again. For whatever reason, this beautiful loving family was going to protect my secret. I didn’t deserve it, but I would be grateful for it. I opened the back door and stepped into my garage. I was only a few minutes behind Ethan, but as I walked in, I saw him there sitting at the end of the weight bench, naked with a full erection and holding some nylon straps. “Oh my God, Ethan!” I said in amazement. “We only have a few minutes before I have to take Danny home. But until then, I think you owe me some private ail Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood fty//gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/

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