Bryan's Story, Part 6

Bryan – 06

Michael helped Bryan lug his bags up to his room. Michael kept up a steady stream of patter on the trip from the car to his room, almost like he was trying to distract himself or Bryan. His older brother couldn’t help grinning as he remembered back to when he was thirteen and experiencing constant erections. He remembered finding ways to cover his crotch and distract others – sometimes with conversation, but Bryan had also discovered he had the ability to blend into the background. Of course, his friendship with Aaron helped – Aaron was gregarious and happy to be the center of attention. It didn’t hurt that Aaron was one of those few people who had managed to move from boyhood cuteness to drop-dead gorgeous handsome as he entered his teen years. The good thing about Aaron was the fact that he was totally unaware of just how handsome he was, and seldom believed others when they went on about his looks. Aaron always attributed the compliments to the fact that he was addicted to the latest fashions and styles.

Bryan came back to the present when his little brother’s chatter suddenly stopped. Looking up, Michael was just excusing himself – claiming he had had too much soda while waiting at the airport and had to go to the bathroom. Bryan almost laughed – he couldn’t count the number of times he had used that very same excuse. It also didn’t escape Bryan’s notice that instead of using his bathroom, Michael went to use his own bathroom. Bryan hoped Michael would be gone a long time and really enjoy his jack off session. As soon as that thought popped into his head, Bryan began wondering what his little brother’s penis looked like now, how big it was, and if it was as perfect as his own had been.

Sitting at his desk, Bryan started his desktop computer, his left hand dropping to his lap and absently rubbing his crotch where his dick used to be. He still missed the familiar outline that had been his favorite toy for so many years. Once the welcome screen cleared, Bryan quickly opened his secret journal and began typing.

14 august 2000

home again … aaron wasn’t at the airport, guess the waves are good today … mom and squirt were waiting for me … man, squirt has really changed since the last time i saw him … he must be at least 2 or 3 inches taller. his mop of a bowlcut is gone … he’s got a real stylish flattop now, not one of those military skin tight flattops, but a really cool surfer variation, looks good on him … the big change in squirt tho, is that he had a boner at the airport and all the way home … i can’t believe it, my little bro is getting erections!!! he used the “drank too much soda and need to pee” excuse then hightailed it down to his room instead of using my bathroom … he’s jerking off now … wish i could see what he looks like … hope he knows how to really do a good job of it …

Bryan had to close his journal quickly when Michael bounced back into the room. Checking the computer clock, Bryan groaned – Michael had barely been gone ten minutes, that meant all he could do was just stroke himself off quickly. Bryan shook his head; the kid probably didn’t have any idea of how much he was missing by not taking his time and really doing the job right.

“So,” Bryan said turning around and straddling his desk chair, “what’s with the new haircut? What happened to that mop you had when I left? I thought you liked it long and floppy.”

Michael shrugged, his cheeks showing a little color, “It was time for something different. That was a kid’s haircut, I am a teenager now, y’know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bryan grinned. “Like I said, it looks really good on you. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Yeah, well what about you?” Michael challenged. “You got a new haircut, too.”

Bryan ran his hand up the tightly faded side of his head, “Yeah, I did – saw a new style down there and decided to give it a try. It was so hot down there, I needed something shorter and didn’t want to just buzz it al off like some guys did.” That wasn’t really a lie, Bryan comforted himself. A lot of the guys on the work project had gone off to the local barbershop and gotten themselves buzzed almost bald in an attempt to stay cool.

Michael started asking Bryan what the work project was like and if he got any pictures. Bryan got up and rummaged in his canvas bag, retrieving three rolls of film and tossing them on the bed with a sly grin. Michael scooped them up like they were canisters of gold.

Bryan had expected Aaron to meet him at the airport or at least drop over to the house when he got back from the beach. But, Aaron didn’t show up or call at all on Bryan’s first day home. He called his friend three times the next day and left several e-mails figuring his friend would get in touch with him, but he still heard nothing. Michael just shrugged when Bryan asked if Aaron was okay.

“He started acting weird about a month ago,” Michael said. “He’d take off from the beach just when the waves were getting really good and disappear. I think some girl is making him goofy.”

“Don’t tell me you still think girls are yucky,” Bryan laughed.

“Don’t be silly,” Michael retorted. “It’s just that most girls don’t like it when guys hang out together to just surf or do stuff.” He flopped, belly down on Bryan’s bed. “Girls make you change – like not hanging out on the beach, or cut your hair the way they want it.”

“Is that what happened to you?” Bryan teased. “Some girl talked you into getting a haircut?”

“I told you,” Michael protested. “I just wanted a change. But, I think some girl made him cut his bangs off.”

Bryan looked up in surprise, “What do you mean?”

“Remember how Aaron’s bangs almost reached his chin? Well, he got them chopped off.”

Bryan felt his heart sink – Michael must be right. Aaron had finally met that special girl who could make him change and give up the beach and his adored surfer style. He thought of all the times he and Aaron had spent in private jacking off together. He remembered how he always wanted to wrap his fingers around Aaron’s beautiful cock and jack his friend off, how much he wanted to feel Aaron’s hands holding him. But, he’d always been too afraid of admitting he was gay – even to his best friend. Now, he’d never know what it would feel like to hold Aaron in an embrace. He supposed he should be happy for his friend, and in time would be. But at the moment, Bryan just wanted to cry.

Michael started asking why girls fell for a guy who looked and acted one way and then insisted on changing them as fast as they could. Bryan could only shrug and give his little brother the stock answer of who knows what a girl thinks. That brought a grin from Michael.

Bryan had been home about a week – a week in which one of his major preoccupations was surreptitiously checking out his little brother’s frequent erections. The Squirt seemed to always have a hard on – his hormones must really be raging out of control. A week after his return home, Aaron suddenly showed up one morning. Michael had been right – Aaron’s long, white blond bangs that used to reach almost to his chin after arching over his forehead had been cut short. Now, his bangs fell across his forehead in tantalizing wisps. He’d also begun to let the sides and back grow out from their skintight buzz. The look was radically different for Aaron, but only served to make him even more appealing.

“I thought you’d dropped off the face of the earth,” Bryan said in surprise when Aaron showed up on the patio where Bryan was having breakfast.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around when you got home,” Aaron said right off. “But, I was out of town. I just got back late last night and came right over this morning.” His emerald eyes looked troubled. “Hope you’re not pissed.”

“Why should I be pissed?” Bryan snorted. “Did you have a good time?”

“Kinda, I guess,” Aaron shrugged. He looked bothered and uneasy about something.

“Is something wrong?” Bryan asked, growing concerned.

“Um, no – ah, look can we go somewhere to talk?”

“What’s wrong with here?”

“I just wanted to um, you know – talk in private,” Aaron kept glancing around nervously.

“The folks are at work and Michael is down at the beach, he won’t be back all day,” Bryan assured his best friend.

Aaron didn’t say anything. For the longest time, he just sat on the other side of the table staring out at nothing. For a minute, Bryan thought his friend’s green eyes were tearing up – but he couldn’t remember ever seeing Aaron get emotional enough to cry.

“Um, we’re friends, right?” Aaron’s voice was tiny and sounded on the verge of breaking.

“You don’t even have to ask that question,” Bryan said quickly, beginning to fear for his friend.

“No, I really need to know,” Aaron insisted. He looked up and there were tears in those emerald eyes.

“You know we are,” Bryan assured him. “What’s the problem?”

Aaron stared up at the sky, blinking back his tears, “Um, well – it’s – well, I wasn’t on vacation these last two weeks,” Aaron said, his lower lip trembling. “I was at – um, kind of a camp.”

“Hey, that’s nothing to get emotional over,” Bryan said, trying to get his friend to laugh or even smile.

“It’s a place for teens who did stupid things, see?” Aaron said haltingly.

“What’d you do – get caught with weed? Take a car for a joyride?” Bryan asked concerned for his friend.

“I wish!” Aaron exhaled heavily. “I – ah, I broke into my old man’s liquor cabinet, drank a bottle of Scotch and then went out to the pool.”

“Are you crazy?” Bryan was suddenly angry. Aaron knew booze and water was potentially lethal. “You could have killed yourself.”

“That’s what I wanted,” Aaron said, his voice suddenly weak and even tinier than before.

Bryan was stunned. He couldn’t imagine why anyone like Aaron would ever want to kill themselves – Aaron had everything going for him. He had good looks, a family with money and influence, a fantastic personality. Bryan used to joke that Aaron could charm rocks, he was so personable. Suddenly he felt guilty that he wasn’t around for his friend when he was most needed. Bryan moved over next to Aaron and laid a supporting hand over Aaron’s hand.

“Aaron, why would you want to do something like that?” Bryan asked, close to tears himself.

“I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Bryan asked.

“Afraid everyone would turn their backs on me,” Aaron said, beginning to choke up again. He pulled his hand away from Bryan’s and hung his head, staring dully down at a spot between his feet. “I’m a fag.”

Bryan was so stunned he leapt up from his chair, sending it tumbling across the patio, his face a mask of stunned surprise. Looking up and seeing his friend’s face, Aaron finally burst into tears. Suddenly, Bryan was angry. In two swift steps he was by his friend’s side. Grabbing Aaron’s hair, Bryan jerked his friend’s head up and stared down into those green eyes that always made him weak in the knees.

“You are not a fag!” Bryan shouted.

“I am!” Aaron wailed helplessly. “You just can’t understand.”

“You’re not a fag,” Bryan insisted. His voice softened, as he let his hand tenderly drift down the side of Aaron’s face to support his friend’s chin. “You’re gay – just like me. But don’t ever think you’re a fag. You’re gay,” Bryan repeated, “and the most beautiful person I know.” Bryan dropped to his knees and took both of Aaron’s hands in his own, kissing the fingertips lightly.

“But you’re the straightest person I know,” Aaron protested.

“When was the last time you saw me go on a date?” Bryan demanded.

“Well – that’s just ‘cuz you’re shy and always hitting the books,” Aaron said, dumbfounded.

“You dope,” Bryan laughed. “I always have enough time to hang out with you and I don’t think either one of us can count the number of times we jerked off together.”

“Everyone does that,” Aaron insisted. “We never jerked each other off or even touched each other.”

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t want to,” Bryan said. “Oh God, how much I wanted to reach out and feel your dick in my hand. You don’t know how badly I wanted to put my arms around you and feel your arms around me. I was just afraid to admit it,” his voice dropped. “I was afraid to admit I was gay because I didn’t want to lose your friendship.” Bryan looked up into Aaron’s beautiful green eyes. He took a deep breath and said with fervor, “I love you.”

Suddenly Aaron was in Bryan’s arms, his head resting on Bryan’s shoulder, hugging him tightly. Twisting his head around, Bryan found Aaron’s mouth and kissed his best friend for the first time in his life. Aaron responded eagerly, his lips seeking out Bryan’s. For the first time in each of their lives, each young man shared a passionate kiss with someone they loved.

Bryan couldn’t remember how they got to his bedroom. He had a vague recollection of holding Aaron’s hand, of stumbling into furniture as they tried to walk and kiss at the same time. The last clear memory he had was out on the patio, and then they were in his room. Bryan eventually broke away from Aaron long enough to turn his computer on and copy several entries from his personal journal into a new file. Standing, he had Aaron take his place in front of the computer.

Aaron’s jaw dropped as he read the journal entries – each one was about him and went back for years. Reading, his mouth hung open in wonder as he read the words on the screen. He turned to stare at Bryan; “You liked my bangs long?”

“I think I said they were sexy,” Bryan grinned, blushing. “I always wanted to lay next to you and run my fingers through them. I imagined what it would feel like to have them touching my face when you leaned over me – they always looked so soft and I wondered if they felt as silky as they looked. Oh man, how I wanted to run my fingers through them.” He snorted a funny laugh. “Of course, I wanted to run my fingers other places, too."” Bryan reached out and tenderly brushed Aaron’s much shorter bangs off his forehead. “I do have to admit that I kind of like your new style, too – it gives you more of a boyish look. I like that.”

Bryan’s heart was pounding as he ran his fingers through Aaron’s golden locks – his friend’s thick hair felt even softer and silkier than it looked. He did like Aaron’s new style – the eyebrow fringe of bangs softened Aaron’s handsome face, giving it a more innocent, boyish look. Even before he admitted to himself that he was gay, Bryan had been attracted to other boys with small builds and boyish, even effeminate features. Of course, others teased most of those guys about being “queer” in school, and even though Bryan had wanted to make friends with them, he hadn’t. To befriend those beautiful boys would have opened Bryan to the same accusations, putting him in the spotlight.

Aaron stared up at Bryan, his green eyes shining. “I can’t believe you had a crush on me,” he said in wonder. “I felt the same way about you – there were times I wished I could be more like you.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I’m serious,” Aaron insisted. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been one of the coolest people I knew.”

“Me, cool?”

“I mean it,” Aaron said. “You’re always so sure of yourself – you didn’t have to show off or wear the latest fashions to get attention. You were always your own man – you didn’t follow trends. You were just so confident being you.”

Bryan laughed out loud, “You dope – I was so scared of people finding out I was gay that I did everything to keep from being noticed.”

“When did you know?” Aaron suddenly got serious.

Bryan sat on the edge of his bed, pulling his friend over to sit next to him. “I began to figure it out when I was about eleven. But, I knew for sure by the time I was thirteen.”

“You knew for sure?”

“Yeah – by then, I didn’t have any doubts,” Bryan admitted simply.

“How’d you deal with it?” Aaron asked, leaving the rest of the question ‘without doing something stupid like me?’ unasked.

“Same way I deal with everything,” Bryan replied. “I read everything I could find in the library and on the Internet. It took a while, but eventually I discovered that for some people being gay is as natural as having gorgeous green eyes or silky blond hair.” Bryan shrugged. “I wasn’t afraid of being gay anymore after that – of course, I was still afraid of how others at school would react.”

Bryan turned to face Aaron and gingerly stroked his friend’s face – Aaron’s skin was so soft and warm. “I wish I had told you before,” he whispered. “I could have been there for you.” He took Aaron’s face in both his hands and pulled his friend close, his lips parted.

His lips met Aaron’s tenderly. The kiss was less one long, intense kiss than it was a series of small, passionate, loving pecks at first. Not quite love bites, the two tasted each other’s mouths repeatedly. Each time the kiss lasted longer than the last one. Finally, Bryan pushed his tongue against Aaron’s mouth. Aaron eagerly opened his mouth and the small series of pecks dissolved into one long, soul-sharing kiss. Both young men knew in their hearts the kiss wasn’t the kiss of teens in the throes of infatuation – somehow, they instinctively knew this was the first kiss of lovers.

Neither knew how long their mutual lip embrace lasted, time had no meaning for them. They just knew they had been forced to pull away or pass out from lack of air. Breathing heavily, Bryan nuzzled the soft skin below Aaron’s ear.

“Swear to me you’ll never, ever do anything stupid like that again,” he murmured. “You’re not alone, I’ll always be there for you.” He paused and then repeated what he had said earlier, “I love you.”

Bryan straddled Aaron’s hips and tossing his glasses onto the nightstand, grinned seductively down at him as he began unbuttoning Aaron’s shirt. With each undone button, Bryan pulled Aaron’s shirt open wider exposing more and more of Aaron’s smooth, well-muscled chest. Aaron reached down for Bryan’s groin, but Bryan quickly took each of Aaron’s wrists in his hands and pulled them away, shaking his head.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, the seductive smile still on his face. “We will make love together – but not today. Today, you’re all mine.” His voice grew huskier, “Today, I’m going to take you to heights you’ve never ever dreamed of, I promise.” Keeping his hold on Aaron’s wrists, Bryan leaned down and gingerly flicked his tongue over each of his lover’s nipples. Aaron’s reaction was immediate – he moaned softly and twisted under Bryan’s attention. He released Aaron’s wrists and moved his hands to Aaron’s neck, tenderly massaging it as he continued to work on his love’s nipples. Once he had those pink buttons on Aaron’s chest standing tall and hard, Bryan began nibbling on each one in turn, using only his lips. He knew he had plenty of time, so he didn’t hurry – Aaron deserved to have the best, most intense sexual experience of his life after what he went through, and Bryan was just the person to give it to him.

Bryan gently held Aaron’s right nipple between his teeth as he rapidly worked the tip of his tongue over it, sending shivers up and down Aaron’s spine. Bryan glided his hands from Aaron’s neck to a point midway between his arm pits and pecs – to a spot Bryan knew would intensify the shudders of delight already running through Aaron’s body.

Suddenly, Bryan felt Aaron’s hands on his head. Aaron’s fingers lightly glided over his shaved nape, up to the short buzzed hair of his faded style, moving higher to the longer, thick brown hair on the top of his head. It was Bryan’s turn to moan as he felt an electric tingling run down his spine to his toes. He turned his attention to Aaron’s other nipple – it was almost time for him to move on.

Glancing up towards Aaron’s face, Bryan’s grin grew wider as he slowly slid off his friend and slipped to his knees. He reached up and unbuckled Aaron’s belt, then began unbuttoning his jeans. Aaron’s emerald eyes grew round and sparkled with anticipation as Bryan slowly tugged the open jeans down.

“You’re not…” Aaron began. Right then, his suspicions that Aaron had never had a blow job in his life were confirmed.

Bryan shushed his friend as he pulled Aaron’s brief’s down to free Aaron’s hard six and a half inch cock. Bryan examined Aaron’s erection almost like a jeweler examined a new gem; his eyes didn’t miss a thing. A glistening stream of precum was running steadily from the Aaron’s mushroom head. He was surprised to find that Aaron’s golden pubes had been trimmed down short. His brown eyes twinkling, Bryan traced his index finger along the shaft of Aaron’s cock, letting a drop of the shimmering precum collect on it. Rising, Bryan held his finger out to Aaron’s lips, nodding his encouragement.

Tentatively, Aaron opened his mouth for his first taste of boy juice. He timidly stuck the tip of his tongue out to taste the gift Bryan was offering him. Licking Bryan’s finger clean, he smacked his lips a couple of times and grinned.

“It’s beautiful,” he sighed.

“I know,” Bryan said softly, collecting more of the clear fluid on his finger and spreading it over Aaron’s lips. Before Aaron could lick his lips clean again, Bryan come closer for another kiss, sharing his lover’s taste with him.

Sinking back to his knees, Bryan began slowly and deliberately licking Aaron dick clean of precum. Beneath him, Aaron’s whole body was quivering with anticipation, but Bryan continued his long, slow seduction. He delicately wrapped his hands around Aaron’s balls, cradling them in the palms of his hands, gently massaging them. Finally finished cleaning the shaft, Bryan rose slightly and lightly kissed the mushroom head of Aaron’s cock before opening his mouth and sliding his lips over it.

“Ahhhhh,” Aaron’s breathy moan came from the very depths of his soul as he felt Bryan’s soft, moist mouth engulf his cock for the first time. He could feel the blood pounding in his head; his whole body tingled as if an electrical current were surging through it. He wanted to scream, but no sounds came from his open mouth as Bryan swallowed more and more of his dick. He felt his face flush, burning hotly.

Bryan slowly worked his head up and down on Aaron’s delicious dick while his fingers lightly tickled Aaron’s balls. He knew his friend was close to climax, he could feel it in the trembling shaft filling his mouth, he could feel it in the way Aaron’s balls moved under his delicate touch, he could even feel in the way Aaron’s body trembled with greater intensity.

Suddenly, Aaron’s back arched as he climaxed. A low, drawn out gasp finally managed to escape his throat as his dick pulsed violently. He collapsed back on the bed, feeling light headed and dizzy. It felt like his whole body was weightless and floating and still Bryan continued to suck him dry, taking every drop of ejaculate he had to offer.

Bryan finally climbed back up on the bed to lay next to Aaron, tenderly stroking Aaron’s blonde hair, brushing it from his brow. Aaron felt totally drained of energy, unable to lift his hands, he rolled his head to the side to look into Bryan’s gentle eyes.

“So, what do we do now?” Aaron asked.

“We just hold each other,” Bryan said, nuzzling Aaron’s neck.

Bryan hated to see Aaron leave a couple of hours later, but Aaron had to get home. The two young men held hands as they walked through the house, neither one wanting to break physical contact with each other. Bryan stood on the patio watching Aaron disappear down the curved driveway. On the way back to his room, Bryan stopped at the refrigerator to grab a can of Coke. He thought he remembered seeing a couple of cans in the fridge when he got himself some juice in the morning, but there weren’t any sodas in the fridge. Shrugging, e figured he had just been mistaken and settled for a glass or orange juice.

Back in his room, Bryan slowly stripped as he filled his bathtub with hot water. Gingerly slipping into the steaming water, Bryan leaned back and covered his face with a wet washcloth. Absently he let his right hand drift down to his crotch and rest on the flat spot where his cock had once been. He rubbed his hand back and forth slowly thinking about how strange life could be sometimes. For years he had dreamed of feeling Aaron’s hand wrapped around his dick – he had fantasized hundreds, thousands of times about how that would feel. Sometimes, he had even dreamed about what it would feel like to have Aaron’s warm mouth engulfing his throbbing dick. Now, he’d never know how that would feel. He’d never experience Aaron sliding his hand along his shaft and pulling him close.

Of course, Bryan reminded himself, he didn’t know Aaron was gay, too. Hell, Aaron didn’t even know he was gay until recently so there really hadn’t been much chance for them to experiment sexually. He sighed heavily remembering all those jack off sessions together – both of them had been careful to keep as much distance between them as possible. Absently rubbing the smooth skin above his balls, Bryan became aware of a pleasant feeling – not as nice as slowly jacking off, but one that still aroused him and gave him a feeling of contentment.

He began to imagine what it would feel like to have Aaron’s hand rubbing him down there. He wondered if Aaron would even want to touch him down there – the whole idea of his best friend being dickless might just freak Aaron out too much. Aaron might run from his room screaming in terror. No, Bryan decided, Aaron might freak, but he wouldn’t scream or run out of the room. He might stomp out, but he wouldn’t run. He sighed heavily again.

Maybe he should have waited until after their senior year to go to Mexico – there really hadn’t been any reason for him to rush down there and get his dick chopped off while he still had a year in high school. If he had just waited one more year, then he’d have the chance to know how it felt to have his boyfriend’s hand and mouth wrapped around his hard shaft. He imagined a whole year filled with the two of them making love to each other every day – hell, maybe more than once a day. A year of mutual hand jobs and blow jobs. That would have been something to experience.

“Well, that’s an experience you’ll never have now,” he said aloud. “Hope you’re happy you went through with the surgery.”

Hearing the words echo in the bathroom made Bryan pause – so far, since the surgery he had been happy that he had gone through with having his dick removed. He started considering the other side of the coin. Maybe if he had waited, Aaron wouldn’t have admitted to himself that he was gay. That was a possibility. That would mean he wouldn’t know how it would feel to have Aaron’s hand wrapped around his dick anyway. Then, he’d have to face another whole year of frustration with his unyielding urges to masturbate multiple times a day. It would be another whole year of waiting impatiently for the day when he could get to the clinic in Mexico and have the surgery.

Bryan let his mind wander back over the countless really intense self-seduction sessions in which he’d engaged. There had been several times when he’d managed to achieve orgasm without ever touching his dick. It had taken even longer than his usual lengthy masturbation sessions, but those climaxes had been every bit as intense as the ones where he finally jacked himself off to climax. He wondered if together he and Aaron could accomplish the same results.

The only way to know the answer to that question, he knew, was to admit to Aaron that his boyfriend had undergone a penectomy while on vacation. He couldn’t let their new relationship go too much further without telling Aaron the truth. Just the thought of how he was going to accomplish that task gave Bryan a case of the shakes.

Climbing out of the tub, Bryan lightly toweled off, pulled a fresh pair of underpants on and wrapped a soft Terrycloth robe around his damp body. Going back into his bedroom, Bryan leaned back on his bed to think things over. Maybe he should copy select pages from his personal journal and have Aaron read them – that approach had worked once now. Or, he could just drop trou and let Aaron see everything for himself. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he thought things over.

A gentle creek from the other side of his room made Bryan snap his eyes open. Michael was standing there in the doorway. Stepping into the room, Michael eased the door closed behind him with a gentle snap.

“Hey Squirt,” Bryan smiled. “How was the beach today?”

“Pretty cool,” Michael replied, bobbing his head up and down. He licked his lips as if he was nervous. He made straight for the bed and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, leaning forward.

“What’s up?” Bryan asked, a strange feeling coming over him. Michael hadn’t brushed his hair after leaving the beach – instead of standing straight up, his flattop lay flat against his head.

Michael licked his lips again, then asked, “What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” Bryan asked, feeling his stomach tighten.

“I came back for a Coke before,” Michael said, picking his words carefully. “I thought I’d come up and see if you wanted one. I saw you and Aaron.”

For a minute, Bryan thought his heart was going to explode. He looked blankly at his little brother, not knowing what to say. He didn’t think Michael was going to have a serious problem discovering his older brother was gay – at least he hoped not. Their folks had always been open about questions of sex. Their mom was an entertainment lawyer – as a result, the family had a lot of openly gay friends. Hell, Bryan and Michael even called a couple of close gay family friends “Uncle.” Bryan had always planned to come out to his parents after he started college – now; he might be coming out to them a lot sooner.

“Hey, I’m not gonna tell anyone about you, bro,” Michael said as if reading his thoughts.

“I – I don’t know what to say,” Bryan said quietly.

“Are both of you gay,” Michael asked bluntly. “Or is it just you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, some guys at school said it doesn’t mean you’re queer if you let someone suck your dick,” Michael explained. “They said you’re only queer if you suck dick.”

“Yes,” Bryan said flatly, “I am gay.”

“What about Aaron?”

“That’s his business,” Bryan said firmly.

A knowing grin came over Michael’s face, “So are you and him like boyfriends or what?”

“What’s all this about, Squirt?” Bryan asked, sitting up.

“I wanna know what it feels like to get a blow job,” Michael said simply. He stood up suddenly and pulled his shorts down revealing a five-inch erection. Bryan was amazed to see that his little brother already had a nice, small but thick blonde pubic bush. Stepping out of his shorts, Michael came around to the side of the bed and reached out to stroke the side of Bryan’s head. “Wouldn’t you like to taste this?” He asked, wagging his erection up and down.

“Look Michael,” Bryan said evenly. “Forget what you saw before. This is somewhere you don’t want to go.”

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Michael said coolly, reaching out and taking hold of Bryan’s hand and guiding it to his hard on. “Aaron looked like he was in heaven when you were going down on him. I wanna know how it feels – I wanna know if it’s better than beating off.”

“How long have you been masturbating?” Bryan asked, trying to change the subject.

“Since before you went to Mexico,” Michael admitted, holding Bryan’s hand on his dick. Bryan knew he could easily pull away if he really wanted. But, he didn’t want to for several reasons. One, he didn’t want to hurt his brother’s feelings. He wasn’t afraid of Michael complaining to their parents. After all, he couldn’t really go to them and complain that Bryan wouldn’t give him a blowjob when he wanted one. But, he was concerned about hurting Michael.

Another reason was that he did like the feel of Michael’s dick in his hand – it felt comfortable. He was a little concerned that Michael might be too young to deal mentally with having sex. For Bryan, there wasn’t any moral issue. He had heard in the locker room of lots of guys jerking off with their brothers – and, he had long suspected many of them were actually jerking their brothers off. The teen years were all about experimenting sexually and finding out about yourself and your sexual identity. He was concerned, however, that Michael might mistake pleasurable experiences with being gay. He didn’t want Michael to make that mistake.

Pulling his hand from Michael’s dick, Bryan took Michael by the shoulders and looked him square in the eye. “Do you think you’re gay?” He asked.

“No way, bro!” Michael laughed. “You’re not afraid you’ll turn me gay, are you?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Didn’t you listen to anything Mom and Dad explained to us? No one can make you turn gay; you have to be born that way. I thought you’d know that by now.”

It was Bryan’s turn to laugh – his brother seemed to be pretty well grounded. He pulled Michael into a hug. “I know no one can make you turn gay,” he admitted. “But, I also know you can think you are because of how good it feels to have sex with someone else.”

“So how do you know you’re queer?” Michael asked bluntly, searching his brother’s face. “Maybe you just think you are because you and Aaron have been having such a good time.”

Bryan patted the bed and made Michael sit down next to him as he explained that until this summer he had been a virgin. He explained that he had discovered early on that he was gay because he was only interested in other guys. He said he liked girls as people, but no girl had ever sexually aroused him. He described his experiments over the years of trying to fantasize about girls while he masturbated and how each time had ended in failure. Only other guys aroused him.

“Everything gives me a boner,” Michael said honestly.

“At your age, everything is supposed to give you a boner,” Bryan laughed. “What gave you an erection at the airport?” Michael looked shocked. “It was hard not to notice – you’ve got to stop wearing such tight jeans if you want to hide it.”

“Do you think Mom knew?” Michael seemed worried.

“Don’t worry, I think mothers are the last to even think that their little boys could ever be interested in sex or get things like erections,” Bryan laughed. “But, you didn’t answer my question – what gave you an erection at the airport?”

Michael blushed a deep shade of red, “I saw this girl who reminded me of Karen Blackthorne.”

“Karen Blackthorne?” Bryan asked. “The one with long red hair in braids?”

“She stopped wearing braids this summer,” Michael said. He leaned forward and whispered. “She’s growing titties! You can see them when she wears a bathing suit – well, you can see they’re growing.”

Bryan laughed, feeling relieved and rubbed his brother’s head playfully, “I can’t believe it! My little brother is already noticing girls and getting an erection over them. You’re okay, bud.”

“So, do I get a blow job now?” Michael asked, returning to his original topic.

“No,” Bryan said. “Not today, anyway.” A look of hurt flashed across Michael’s face. “Chill out – I said not today, not not ever.” He began stroking his little brother’s thigh. “You’ve got some things to learn first.”

“Like what?”

“Like how to jack off properly,” Bryan said.

“I already know how to do that,” Michael countered.

“Yeah right,” Bryan sighed. “Like when we got back from the airport? You left here to jack off and were gone less than ten minutes.” Michael’s mouth opened in surprise, but before he could say anything Bryan stopped him. “Don’t even try to deny it. You had an erection that was about to break through your jeans when you pretended to take a pee. You came back here in less than ten minutes and the bulge was gone.”

“How’d you know?” Michael had such a hangdog expression on his face that Bryan had to laugh again.

“Because that’s one of the excuses I used to use,” Bryan laughed. “The difference is that I took a lot longer.” Bryan took a deep breath and placed a hand on the nape of his brother’s neck and began tenderly stroking his neck. Almost immediately, Michael gasped in surprise as his dick gave a little jerk.

“You have a lot to learn first,” Bryan said softly. “Up to now, I bet you thought only your dick could bring you pleasure. But, there's a lot of places on your body that can make you sexually aroused.”

Turning to face Michael, Bryan placed his other hand on his brother’s head and started delicately massaging the tender skin just behind each ear. A new gasp escaped Michael as Bryan continued his ministrations. Glancing down, Bryan saw his little brother’s dick was leaking steadily.

“You’ve got to learn about all the sensitive spots on your body,” Bryan said quietly, his voice almost hypnotic. “When you masturbate, you’re making love to yourself – you owe it to yourself to make the experience as fantastic as possible. That way, each time gets better and better.”

Michael made a desperate grab for his dick, but Bryan slapped his hands away as his own hands slid down the sides of his brother’s neck. Michael was starting to sway backwards, so Bryan eased him down to a prone position on the bed. Already Michael’s breathing was deep and growing even deeper. Little puppy-like whimpers of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Bryan wanted to lean down and kiss those open lips, but decided that move might be a little “too gay” for Michael to deal with at the moment.

“Bet you think your cock is about to explode right about now, right?” Bryan asked. Michael could only nod his head. “Well, I have to tell you that the areas I’ve been working aren’t anywhere as sensitive as your little nipples, little brother.” Bryan lightly traced his fingers along the edge of each pink nipple, smiling when they immediately grew hard and erect.

Michael began writhing from side to side, his legs pumping up and down, as the whimpers grew more intense. He again reached to take hold of his penis and once more Bryan slapped his hands away.

“Please, please,” Michael whined. “I’ve gotta squirt.”

“No you don’t,” Bryan said gently but firmly. “You can last a whole lot longer.”

“I can’t,” Michael’s wailed plaintively.

“Yes you can,” Bryan said, beginning to knead Michael’s nipples. He smiled broadly, as his brother’s writhing became more intense.

Relenting slightly, Bryan reached down and began circling his index finger around the sensitive mushroom head of Michael’s twitching dick. For the first time, he took the opportunity to really examine Michael’s cock. It was so much like his own had been, Bryan marveled. The purple mushroom head was perfectly symmetrical, the circumcision scar hardly noticeable. Bryan ran his finger directly over the leaking slit at the head, laughing at Michael’s frantic writhing. Michael’s dick was so hard now that instead of pointing straight up, it was angled towards his smooth belly.

Licking his lips, Bryan drew his index finger straight down the underside of the shaft very slowly. Michael was teetering on the very edge of climax now. Bryan knew that he could back off a little for a while and make Michael experience an even greater climax. He was tempted, but Michael’s moans were growing so pathetic as be begged for released – he seemed to be on the verge of tears.

Taking pity on his little brother, Bryan gingerly wrapped his hand around Michael’s five-inch shaft and began to slowly stroke upwards. He kept his thumb raised slightly so that it rubbed against the flared head of Michael’s dick with each upstroke. Bryan had barely stroked his little brother’s dick a dozen times when he passed the point of no return.

Globs of white boy juice flew high in the air, some of them landing hotly on Michael’s face and in his hair. Michael’s body jerked convulsively, his arms and legs jerking spasmodically as he endured multiple orgasms. Finally, Michael collapsed limply in the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes closed.

Bryan took the opportunity to lick his hand clean, tasting his brother’s juice. He liked the taste – a little salty and sweet. Getting up from the bed, Bryan went into the bathroom and washed his hands. He brought a damp washcloth back to his brother, who was still sprawled limply across the bed. He bent over and lovingly wiped the spots of cum from Michael’s face and hair. To his surprise, Michael raised his head and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks,” he said weakly. “That was…”

“Okay?” Bryan grinned.

“Intense,” Michael corrected.

“No, that wasn’t intense,” Bryan said, a devilish grin on his face. “Intense comes later – this is just the beginning, Squirt. This is just the beginning.”

To be continued…