Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 17:32:08 -0700 From: Boy Writer Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 10 DISCLAIMER: This story is purely FICTIONAL. Any resemblance it bears to any true story is only coincidence. This story depicts consensual sexual acts involving teenage boys. If this material is illegal to read where you are located, please do not read it. If you are offended by this topic matter, please do not read it. No moral or political judgments are intended by the contents herein. An email address is available and I welcome comments or feedback. I hope you will find this story enjoyable. All For Chad Chapter 10 I got my driver's license after school on October 23, 1996. I remember that day so well because it was the day I got my freedom, my power, my independence. Okay, well, maybe not all that, but I did get to drive one hell of a nice SUV. Mom had picked me up after school that Friday and we drove to the DMV. I was surprised at how short the line was. I only had to wait about an hour before I got to take my driving test. Of course, we had driven the Land Cruiser so that I could take my test in it, since it was the only vehicle I had been practicing in. During the hour wait, Mom felt it was necessary to brow-beat me with reminders. "Remember to use your signals. And, don't let him make you nervous. They want to make you slip up, you know. Oh, and make sure he sees you checking your mirror at the intersections." "Mom, you're making me nervous." I said, looking directly at her. After all, if I didn't know something by that point, it was too late. "You'll do fine, sweetie," She said, gritting her teeth. "OH, and don't forget the parking brake. You never remember your parking break, and you can lose points for that." "MOM!" I shouted in my best pleading tone. "Oh, sweetie, I just want you to pass, that's all. You'll be fine." She had said you'll be fine so many times, it was hard to tell who she was trying to convince. "Is there a Chris Benton here," A man's voice came from behind the desk. I stood up. "I'm Chris," I said, searching for the voice. I was expecting to find a short, bookish guy with glasses, maybe the kind taped together on the earpiece. I was sure he'd be intimidated by my confidence, which would make things go quicker. I was picturing myself with the windows down, the radio blasting, driving up to school on Monday as all my friends gathered round. Much to my dismay, out came my examiner. I knew I was in trouble from the word go. He was only about the biggest, studliest guy I had ever seen in my life up to that point. He was only about 2 inches taller than me, but his shoulders were about as wide as a truck and I could tell his gigantic chest was as solid as steel. His hair was buzzed and he had a sort of rugged, drill sergeant look to him. His shirt was just tight enough to make out a six, no wait, an eight pack of abs. His jeans were so tight, I could not only make out what side is cock was hanging to, but I could tell he was uncircumcised and I could make out the shape and size of his testicle, which were enormous. He must have reach out his hand to shake mine, because I suddenly realized his hand was blocking my view of his bulge, which of course I was staring at in awe. "I'm Jim. I'll be your examiner today, young man." He had a very serious air about him. I could tell right off that bat he would not have to do anything to make me nervous except get in the car. I shook his hand, but couldn't muster the words 'nice to meet you.' My mother even nudged me in the back, but my mouth was so dry I couldn't find any words. I tried swallowing several times, but that didn't seem to help. Jesus, I was going to blow my driver's test over this behemoth of a man. "Well, thank you so much, Mr. Jim," My mother said politely. "I'm sure Chris here is just nervous. He'll be just fine." Mom looked at me like she was panic-stricken. I followed Jim into the parking lot and walked up to the Land Cruiser. The whole way, I kept looking back at him. I'm not sure if I was trying to get another look at his package or if I was afraid he was going to sneak up on me and crush my with his index finger and thumb, like the insignificant bug he must have seen me as. "Well, very nice car for a young man like you." He looked it over closely. I could tell he was admiring the custom rims and the many extra features my father had paid for. I imagine on a driving examiner's salary, he was not driving anything as nice. "Is this mommy's car or are we a bit spoiled.?" It looked like he was trying to make a joke, but I seemed to have missed it. "It was my dad's. He died in August." My tone was so deadpan and monotone, it must have sounded downright evil. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry young man. I was simply trying to lighten the mood. You looked like you could use it." With that, he patted me on the back. Now, I am sure he meant it to be gentle, but I nearly fell over. We got in the car and he instructed me to pull out and turn right out of the driveway. I started the engine and immediately began adjusting my mirrors. Thank God I was still thinking somewhat clearly. I could remember some of what Mom told me while we waited, and I was thankful for her pestering now. I put the engine in reverse and began to back up. "Stop." Jim said sternly. Not angry, but stern. Of course, I hit the breaks hard and we jolted to a stop. I looked over at Jim and then in my mirror, wondering if I had hit a small child or an unfortunate lost pet. Then, I looked back at him, noticing he was smiling and holding his seat belt out from his chest. I HAD FORGOTTEN TO BUCKLE MY SEAT BELT. Oh, Jesus! He might as well have failed me right then. This guy had me so flustered, I'd forgotten something that basic. Jim marked a check box on his form with that patronizing look people in power get. You know, where they raise their eye brows as if they are bored at having to tell yet another ignorant kid how to do something for the umpteenth time. Naturally, I buckled my seat belt and continued to back up as I could feel my shoulders and neck sink back into the seat. Things went really well for the first block-and-a-half, until I had to turn. Jim said to turn left, but I apparently knew about some awful accident or some law he didn't about making turns after 4pm on Fridays. I turned right. He marked another box. We came to stop sign about 4 blocks later and I broke late. My wheel rolled over the line before I completely stopped. Another box marked. Then it was time to park. Parallel park, of course. I had practiced this. I would be fine... Wrong again! I hit the curb with the tire. Then, after making my correction, I stopped and he actually had to remind me to set the brake. Two more boxes checked. I was more than ready to give up. My last phenomenally stupid moment was when a pedestrian decided to dart into the street while the light was in my favor. Did I press the breaks and hold the steering wheel to control the car? Of course not! I panicked, shrieked like a little school girl, slammed on the breaks, and to top it all off, I pulled the soccer mom hand---I reach over and placed my palm on this massive stud's chest as if I was going to prevent his massive hulk from going through the windshield in an accident. Then, realizing what I had tone, I froze and could not remove my hand. I just sat there looking at him with my hand cupping his left peck, which, by the way, felt incredible. Realizing I was completing screwed now, I let out a sigh and dropped my hand in defeat. This was likely not the best move, since my hand landed on his thigh. Jim's eyebrows raised up with a look that I thought would kill me itself, and looked down at my hand, as if trying to figure out how this foreign object ended up in this lap. "The light is still green. Drive!" He was barking at me! "Turn left up here... Now right... Turn into this driveway!" I was scared to death. I was like a robot. I actually muttered a couple of 'yes sir's in there. Finally, we were in the parking lot behind a strip mall that had been closed for several years. He instructed me to park near the end of the lot beside this tree. "Turn off the engine!... Give me the keys!" It was bad enough I had failed my test, but now this goliath was going to beat me for being gay. I was sure it was all over now. I couldn't take this guy if my life depended on it. Could he get away with beating a kid? After all, who was to stop him? I wasn't even comforted by the fact that I knew he would go to jail and lose his job. I decided I should run, so I reached for my door handle. "Sit still!" I did as I was told. "Look at me!" Again, I did as I was told. "Now, son..." Jim's voice began to soften. Thank God! He wasn't going to kill me. "This whole exam has been a disaster, and I think we both know why." I sat staring blankly at him. Did he know why I was a mess? Had he seen me staring at his equipment? "You can talk, son, its fine." "Uhm, I don't know what to say, sir." I was shocked I could find words at all. "I think we both know you are distracted, and I think we both know by what. So, why don't we just get it out in the open and get back to our test." With that, Jim reached down and unbuttoned his fly. His massive cock was so big and so hard, it actually forced his zipper open without his help as it sprung straight up into the air. All I could think was HOLY SHIT. I had never seen a dick that big in all my life, not even in a porno. I swear to god, it must have been 11 inches, uncut, and at least as thick as a soda can. It looked like one of those mag-light flashlights, and was just about as hard. All I could do was stare at it. As he inched his way back in his seat, two massive, fleshy balls sprung from his jeans. They were already sweaty, as they glistened a bit in the dim light coming through the trees, which I realized then he had selected for privacy. The smell of his cock and balls damn near made me cream my shorts right there. "Is this what's been keeping you from focusing on the road, young man?" He was very serious about all this, considering he was propositioning a minor. But then, who was I going to tell? I guess my nerves must have passed at that point. I figured I had failed my test anyway, and I might as well get a taste of this fucking enormous dick. I was sure I'd never seen one as big as long as I lived (and I was right, I've still never seen one in person so big). "Fuck yes!" I said with earnest. "God damn, that's huge!" "Watch your mouth young man," he sounded like a drill sergeant again. "Now, let's see if we can get rid of some of this tension and get on with your exam, shall we?" I didn't need to be asked twice. My head was already on its way to his crotch before he finished the sentence. Jim was kind enough to place his hand on the back of my head and help me reach my destination. His dick tasted like sweat and pee, and it smelled just as strong. His foreskin was thick and gooy. The sweet precum already gushing from his tip tasted like some forbidden nectar. I wondered if I was the first boy to drink from Jim's cock. Or, had he done this to a lot of guys? I didn't care. All I cared about in that moment was getting more. My mouth was not dry anymore. My saliva was actually dripping out the corners of my mouth onto Jims balls as I pushed down hard, trying to get it all in my mouth. As much as I wanted to, there was no way this whole thing would fit in my mouth. But I didn't care. I just started bobbing my head like crazy. Before long, my hands found their way into the situation. My left hand was massaging my saliva into Jim's balls while my right hand was wrapped around the half of his dick that would not fit in my mouth. My hands were squeezing and pumping in unison with my head. "You like that, boy?" Jim asked through labored breaths. I didn't answer, I just sucked harder. I felt Jim's hand cupping the back of my jeans, feeling my hard butt. He squeezed very hard. I thought his grip would break my bones if he had not been careful. His strength, his smell, the feel of his huge body heaving with each breath... It was all I could do no to pass out. For some reason, I loved the way he was using me. My exam didn't matter anymore. All I could think was what we could tell my mom to explain why we had taken so long. I looked down at his massive balls as they bounced slightly from my bobbing and tightened slowly from time to time as Jim moaned. They were so big, I couldn't get them both in my hand at the same time. And the smell of them... It was so musky and so masculine. It was like the smell of pure testosterone had been sprayed all over my car. For just a moment, I was sure this man and his breed were the reason I was meant to be a cocksucker. "That feels great boy!" Jim's eyes were closed and his head was tipped back against the headrest. "You better work harder than that if you want to get some juice out of those balls, boy." He knew the right thing to say. I was furious with my sucking after that. I was determined to make this giant give me his load. As I kept sucking, Jim's squeezing shifted and his finger tips began to run under the elastic of my briefs. I was glad I had worn the black Calvin Klein ones - they had just enough extra room in them for a big hand like his. I shifted in my seat, thrusting my ass up slightly, inviting Jim to go further. Jim needed little encouragement, as he raised his hand to his face and sucked his middle finger briefly, before running it back down to my ass, down my crack, and right into my eager hole. Then, Jim placed his right hand on the back of my head to steady me and began thrusting is hips up off the seat, forcing his huge manhood farther into my throat than I thought possible. My moaning had increased to yelling with this cock in my mouth. Jim was relentless in his pushing. I was sure he would cum at any minute. "GGGRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH" Jim sounded like an animal attacking. For a second I didn't know if I should stop or work harder. Then it happened. Jim began to cum. But, this was not like ordinary men cum. His load was so thick and so heavy, and so forceful, that my head literally blew back. I only got the smallest amount in my mouth before I lost suction from the sheer force of his orgasm. Then, my face just slightly above his cock head, Jim began to shoot load after load. His cum shot out in huge spurts, slashing all over my face and down my neck. It went into my hair, up my nose, and more still went in my mouth. Much of it ran down my neck or dripped back down into Jim's pubes and on the front of his jeans. I've never seen so much cum in my life, before or since. There literally must have been enough to fill a coffee mug. Before I could stop myself, I was sucking cum out of Jim's pubes, off from around the base of his cock, and slurping it off of his balls. Then I started to wipe it from my face, but Jim had better ideas. He grabbed my head and moved me around like I was rag doll. He brought my head up to his face and began licking my face in long laps with his tongue, like a dog. As he lapped his tongue over my mouth, I opened it slightly and his tongue slipped in, finding my tongue and exploring my mouth a bit. This whole time, he was grunting and growling like a farm animal breeding. His mouth tasted so good. Before long, Jim had licked me clean like a momma lion cleaning her cub. He buttoned his pants and I even licked his cum off the front of his jeans before sitting back up and adjusting my underwear. My hole felt relaxed form the welcome invasion of Jim's thick manly fingers. I truly didn't care about my license anymore at that point. "Now, have we sufficiently quenched your thirst, young man? Do you think you can focus on the task at hand now?" Yes, SIR!" I said confidently. We drove the long way back to the DMV. It was 20 minutes and I drove in comfort. I didn't make a single error. As I was driving, Jim pulled a second score sheet from his clipboard and tore the old one up. By the rime I got back to the DMV, I had a perfect score. I was officially a driver! * * * Chad slept with me that night, but we did not have sex. We seemed to be having more and more nights where we would just sleep together. It was actually really cool. I was getting so used to having him in my bed, that I didn't sleep well the nights he was not there. The next morning, I woke up very early, before the sunrise. It was late October and just beginning to cool off, after the usual early Fall Southern California heat wave. I knew instantly where my first drive alone would be to. I got out of bed quietly, making sure not to wake Chad. I pulled my wetsuit from the closet and slipped it on slowly, tucking my half hard cock in carefully. I grabbed my keys and tiptoed down the hall and up the stairs to the garage. Then I grabbed my short board. I knew the waves that early would be better for the short board than the long one. I carefully strapped my board on the top of the Land Cruiser and gently opened the door, getting in. I put it in neutral and let it roll out of the driveway before starting the engine, conscious about not wanting to wake Chad or Mom. Before long, I was heading north on the I-5 towards La Jolla. La Jolla is considered a wealthier area in San Diego. UCSD is located there, which makes it a college area. There's a lot of upscale restaurants and shopping as well. Of course, I was going for the waves. The best waves on the California coast, hands down are at Torrey Pines Beach. The unfortunate thing about Torrey pines beach is that the best way to get to where the choice waves are is to sneak through the brush between two of the wealthy mansions and hike down a cliff to the beach. It was not the only way to that particular part of the beach, but it was the quickest, and the method preferred among my fellow surfers. Having scaled the cliff a few times before, I was skilled at balancing my board without dropping it or losing my footing. Of course, it was easier with the short board. When I finally reach the sand, it was about 5:45 am. The beach was empty, but the water was speckled with surfboards. I would say there were about a dozen fellow surfers out that morning. Some of them I recognized, even from the distance. They were all wearing wetsuits as the water at that beach was usually cold, even after a long heat wave. I immediately kicked off my tennis shoes (a necessity for the hike), kicking them near a pile of several other pair, and ran for the water. I slid onto my board and began to paddle out, hoping to beat the next onslaught of waves. I got out about a quarter mile before a large swell began to rise up in front of me. Even in the ocean, I felt so connected to everything. It didn't matter what the activity was, I was at home in water. I mounted my board and stood at just the right moment. The wave swelled behind me. It was probably about 9 feet, which was just enough to crest over my head. It didn't quite make a 'pipe,' as it is called when the wave curls completely over and around you, but it was still pretty awesome. For just a second before the wave crashes, you can ride like the wind, and it's as if the rest of the world has disappeared. If you're fast enough to get ahead of it in time, the crashing of the wave will thrust you forward even faster. If you are not so lucky, it will crash around you, usually yanking your board right out from under you. Lots of people thinking surfers are screw-ups or lazy kids. But, I have come to find that the true surfers have respect for the power of the ocean and appreciate the awesome feeling of sharing that power for a few fleeting moments. I was lucky on all of my waves that day. I never wiped out once. I only stayed a short while, wanting to get back home and surprise Mom with breakfast before she had to be at work. As I came out of the water, I reach behind my back in a contorted position familiar to most surfers, reaching for the short rope attached to my wetsuit zipper. Once I found it and unzipped my suit, I began to peel it down off my shoulders. As I walked up, I noticed a familiar looking ass pointing at me as its owner bent down putting on his shoes. "Jack?" I said with a smile, embarrassed at recognizing him by his ass in a public place. I had not seen Jack since the day Billy and his family had moved away almost 9 months. Jack had stayed behind to finish college while his parents and his brother, my precious Billy, had moved to Maine due to their father being reassigned. It was great to see him. He was 21 by then and his senior year of college must have been treating him well, as his body seemed more muscular and ripped than I had remembered it. Of course, I had never seen Jack surfing before. "Chris, holy shit!" he shouted, throwing his arms open and embracing me like I was family. I guess I was in a way. After all, he and his brother had taken my virginity and Jack in particular had taught me how to be a great lover, long before I was the age where I would have figured it out on my own. We embraced for a long minute, holding on just a little tighter and just a little longer than any two guys who had not been through what we had would have. "How are you, man?" Jack said, pulling back to look at me. "You've matured." "I'm great, but I'm still the same size as I was when..." "It's not your size, dude. It's something in your eyes. Like you've grown all up since I saw you last. What happened to you?" Jack had a mix of concern and curiosity on his face. I was kind of uncomfortable. There were a lot of ways in which Jack had been like an older brother to me when I was with Billy. He had taught us both a lot, not just about sex, but about love, relationships, taking care of those you hold dear. Important stuff. Life stuff. No one had ever said anything so pointed to me. It was like he was looking into my mind somehow. I would have been more uncomfortable if he had not been so close to me in years past. Of course, there was only one thing that would explain what he had seen in my eyes. "I guess you don't know..." I said, wishing I didn't have to say it again. Every time you tell someone you lost a loved one, it's like it happens all over again. "My dad had a heart attack and died in August." I could feel the tears starting already. "Oh, man. I'm so sorry." Jack pulled me back into a hug. As much as I wanted to fight it, I was crying full out now. Jack was sweet for holding me like that. Eventually, we sat on the sand and began to catch up. I told him about the funeral and Mom and Chad. Of course, a part of me wanted to tell him that I understood his relationship with Billy better, but it just didn't seem appropriate to tell him about Chad and I at that moment. We went on to talk about school. He was graduating with his degree in business and was planning on moving back to Maine for a year to work before deciding about grad school. "How's Billy?" I asked, knowing already how hard it would be to hear the answer. I had not talked to Billy since a couple weeks after Dad died, the night that I was so desperate that I had actually thought about ending it all. "He's good," Jack said hesitantly. "You know about..." "Gregory?" I said. "Yes... I am glad he has a boyfriend." "You know I always thought you two would end up together," Jack said, putting his arm around me. "You'd have made a great sister in law." I laughed. "It would never have worked," I said dramatically. "I was torn between two brothers." We both had a good laugh at that. "Come to think of it," I said as a realization crossed my mind. "If you didn't know about my father, how did Billy hear about him?" I had assumed that Billy had heard from Jack, but had never thought about how Jack would have known. "He knew?" Jack said. A look of sorrow began to come to his face as he began to cry. "Well, we don't talk a lot anymore. Things got awkward after they left. I've only been back twice to visit and both times he was with his boyfriend. We didn't even..." Jack's voice trailed off. "Oh, I'm sorry. That's so sad. You guys were really close, and not just because of that." Now I was putting my arm over Jack's shoulder. "Well, I guess he needed for it to end. I guess we couldn't do it forever, right?" he asked, as if he really needed someone to answer the question. Of course, I didn't know, but I was beginning to worry the same would happen to Chad and me. "I don't know, Jack. Maybe it's just what he needs now. He had to leave both of us, and..." I wasn't really sure where to go with my thought. "I guess so," Jack said. "Hey, so how's Chad," he said, changing the subject. I went red. "Uhm, he's wonderful." I knew I had said it with too much zeal, but I guess a part of me wanted to confess at this point, and Jack was about the safest person to tell. "You dog!" He said, poking me in the ribs. "Are you and him..." "Yes, but don't' say anything okay?" I looked at Jack pleadingly. "Well, that would sure be the pot calling the kettle black, wouldn't it?" he said with a laugh. I laughed too. It was a relief to have told someone and not to be defending it. I didn't give Jack any details, those were between Chad and I. But, I told him about how committed I was to taking care of him and helping Mom to raise him. Jack said he was proud of me, and before long we were hugging and crying some more. Eventually, Jack and I said our goodbyes and I hiked back up the hill to my car. * * * I managed to get breakfast out before Mom came down from her shower. It was not much, but she seemed to appreciate the gesture. While she sat with her coffee, I downed my orange juice and decided to take my chances on a few things Chad and I had talked about. "Mom, I was wondering about a couple of things... I mean, I wanted to ask permission... Uhm." I was surprised to feel so nervous. I guess I was afraid she would say no to my first question. "Out with it young man," Mom said, looking at her watch. "Well, Chad has been saying he wants a dog, and I was thinking if he and I take care of it together, maybe it would be good for him." I turned my head, looking at Mom through the slit of one eye, bracing myself for the worst. She sat in thought for a moment. Then she started in with "you know a dog is a lot of work. Someone has to take it out for walks and to use the bathroom every morning and every night. It costs money for food and the veterinarian. Have you thought that part through?" "Yeah," I said, pleased to be one step ahead of her. "I was thinking about getting a job after school. Mr. Harris at Dad's firm said he could use some help with filing in the evenings. School is out by 2:30 and Chad and I both finish practice at 4. Mr. Harris wants someone from 5 to 7 in the evenings. Now that I am driving, I would have time pick Chad up and bring him home before I go in. Mr. Harris said Chad could even come help too. He agreed to pay me 150 dollars a week if you gave permission. He even said he would pay Chad, as long as we all kept it quiet since Chad is too young to really work. We'd have to have dinner late, but I can always..." I was trying to get all the details in before Mom said no. "Okay, you sold me," Mom said laughing. "You have everything so well thought out these days, there's no use disagreeing with you. I'm beginning to wonder who the adult is in this house lately." "Oh, WOW! THANKS MOM!" I shouted, jumping out of my chair and throwing my arms around her. "But, don't tell Chad. I want to surprise him." "Okay," she said. "Just promise me you won't get a puppy. I don't want to be cleaning pee off my marble floor or out of the carpet every day when I get home." "Yes, ma'am," I said, kissing her on the cheek and clearing the table to do dishes. "Was there something else you wanted to ask me?" Mom looked curious at my departure form the table. I had forgotten. "Oh, right... I was wondering about the holidays." I knew it was going to be a difficult conversation for all of us. "We need to talk about that later. You're brother is not here and we agreed to make all those decisions as a family, remember? Besides, the dog was already a big decision we made without him. Let's talk about that over dinner one night, okay?" "Of course, Mom." I had my one victory. The rest would wait. Mom collected her bag and put on her YMCA baseball cap and headed down the stair to the garage, hollering her goodbye behind her. I went about rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, and very quickly got lost in my planning. I didn't notice Chad coming up the stairs form his room. "Mom leave?" he asked through squinted eyes with his morning frog voice. "Yeah," I said, turning and smiling at him. I noticed his frog voice was not the only morning predicament he had woken up with. Chad saw I was staring at his crotch, then looked down, realizing he had a bad case of morning wood. He wrinkled his nose, throwing me a dirty look, and grabbed the cereal box from the counter and headed for the table. I continued my planning and cleaning the kitchen as Chad ate his cereal. When he finished, he came up next to me as I was scrubbing the stove and rinsed his dishes, and closed and started the dishwasher. Then he stopped and stared at me while I cleaned. I had forgotten that I had never taken off my wetsuit. Instead, I had just left it half-pulled down with my towel around me. I was a bit embarrassed to realize I'd had a whole breakfast and talk with Mom while I was half naked, although I'm sure she never noticed. "You went surfing all by yourself, didn't you?" Chad said indignantly. "Yeah, I got up at five. You were still asleep. Besides, you don't like surfing." I looked down at him. "I know, but I like surfers," he said, followed by a purring sound. "Is that a fact, Squirt?" I said, throwing my rag into the sink. "In that case, you don't have to go far. You've got a choice piece of prime surfer cock right here under your own roof, and it's yours anytime you want it." With that, I put my arms on either side of him, his back to the counter, his body pinned between my arms. I pressed my body against his as my towel fell. Chad began to push his body back against mine. I could heel his morning hard on still going strong, as my own cock began to rise to the occasion. "Goody!" Chad shouted, wiggling to make enough room between us for him to slip down to his knees. He began tugging on my wetsuit like my dick was the last drink of water in a desert. After several back and forth tugs, my wetsuit slipped down and my cock spring up, slapping Chad in the chin. With his back to the cabinets, he began messaging my dick with both hands and slowly pulled it towards his beautiful lips. He took my cock tenderly into his mouth, savoring the taste and the feel of each inch of it until he had my whole 8 inches deep in his throat. That feeling was becoming so wonderful and so familiar. I wondered if I could ever survive without it now that we had enjoyed such pleasure together. Chad went about sucking on my dick, using his tongue to tickly the underside of it, while reaching up with his left hand to tickle and play with my loose sac of balls. The pleasure was amazing, as was the thrill of doing him in the kitchen. We'd always kept our fun time in my bedroom or our bathroom. Doing it in the kitchen seemed to open up a lot of possibilities. I was glad the drapes in front of the huge bay windows were closed, or the whole neighborhood would have had a free porn show, especially Mrs. Ward. I began to thrust my hips slowly back and forth, fucking my little brother in the mouth slowly and passionately. I reach down with my hands and placed them on his head, caressing his cheeks and playing gently with his hair. He looked up at me with utter joy and passion in his eyes. I was always amazed and how much older he seemed when we look deeply into each other's eyes. Chad had released his straining hard on from its cotton cage and was slowly stroking it with his right hand, his left still busy playing with my balls. He broke suction for a moment, long enough to spit in his hand and return it to his cock, before continuing to pleasure me. There I was, looking like I was fucking the counter, throwing my head back and moaning with anticipation. Chad's moans began to grow loader and more intense as well. I knew we would be having one of our mutual orgasms soon. But, I wanted to do something for him first. I pulled my dick from Chad's mouth and reach down, hooking my hands under his armpits and lifting him up. Turning him around to face away from me, I lifted his left leg up gently and began to lower myself to my knees. Chad willingly put his left foot on the counter, spreading his ass nicely for my forthcoming visit. He turned his head to watch over his shoulder as I dove for his ass. My tongue was inside my little brother in no time. It was amazing to me that he was always so clean and tasted so delicious first thing in the morning. It was definitely the best time for me to savor his ass. Chad stretched his hand out against the wall beneath the window. He got on his tiptoe on the foot still on the floor, which allowed him to lay his dick on the granite surface of the countertop and he continued to rub it furiously. I had begun to stroke my own dick out of the excitement of eating his hole. Within seconds, Chad's ass muscles were clenching tightly, preventing my eager tongue from getting inside, which I knew meant he was having his orgasm. Mine, too, was just seconds away. We both shared our orgasms at the same time. Chad shot a few streams out over the counter and I directed mine at my belly. Chad finished his first, and turned and dropped to the floor to try and get the last few spurt of mine directly into his mouth. As he did this, he leaned over him and began licking his cum up off the countertop, which I was thankful I had just cleaned. Chad got my last few drops of cum as I slurped his off the counter. When we were finished, my knees began to buckle, so I sat down on the floor joining Chad. We sat there on the floor in the kitchen, guilty smiles on our faces, panting like animals. Once we caught our breath, we both leaned in and French kissed each other gently, enjoying the moment. "Mmmmm, that was awesome, Squirt. But, you need to brush your teeth," I said, wrinkling my nose and tosseling his hair playfully. "And you need a shower," Chad said, running his index finger through the film of cum I had coated my belly with. We both leaped to our feat and headed downstairs to take a shower together. Since Mom would be at work until 7 pm, Chad and I spent the whole day naked, playing with each other off and on. It was not all sexual, but it was all hot and fun.