Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:13:26 -0700 From: Boy Writer Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 12 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 12 Thanksgiving break was a welcome respite from school. I was taking trigonometry and an advanced biology class that year, and the quizzes were getting to be far too much. It was nice to have a long weekend off. Of course, it was going to be difficult without Dad. We had made plans to have Mr. Harris from Dad's firm and Mrs. Ward from next door over for a big feast. We had planned quite a nice menu --- and everyone had a dish. Mom, of course, was roasting the turkey and preparing the stuffing. I was put on peeling and mashing potatoes (YUCK), Chad was making corn, Mr. Harris was bringing rolls, and Mrs. Ward was on dessert. I was sure the meal would be nice, but the day itself could not be the same without Dad. That Wednesday, after swim practice, I headed straight for my truck and sped off to pick up Chad. The weather had been remarkably warm and I figured we could have some time together. Plus, Mom had made evening plans with some friends and would be out late. When I pulled up to the school, Chad was waiting by himself, looking down at the ground. There was a small group of about four guys standing some distance back from him, all huddled together. Among this group was Gary. Chad looked awful, like he has been emotionally hit by a ton of bricks. He kept looking at the ground, even after I honked the horn. I figured something must have happened with Gary after the sleepover incident. Kids do shitty things to each other at that age and I had been worried that there might be problems between the boys. I pulled into a parking spot and got out of the car, hoping Gary and his new groups of friends would see that Chad had the love and support of someone who would protect him. "Hey, Squirt, you okay?" I leaned down a bit to try to look at Chad face. Chad looked up a bit and tried to head past me to the car. I was horrified. "What the FUCK!" I shouted. Chad had been crying and his shirt looked tattered, like he had been in a fight. Then I saw his face. His left eye was bloodshot and turning very dark around the cheekbone. And, although he had cleaned himself up, I could tell his nose had been bleeding too. I knelt down in front of him and looked up into his face. At first, Chad tried to avoid looking at me, but I took him by the chin and turned his head towards me. The rage was building inside me. I could have spit nails in that moment. "Who did this, Chad," I said sternly, using his name rather than my nickname for him, even though no one was close enough to hear, just to ensure he knew how concerned I was. "Don't," Chad mumbled. "Let's just go. You'll only make it worse." Chad was pleading with me. "Answer me, Chad," I said more sternly. It was too late not to do something about this. "Come on, bro, you know I can't stand to see you hurt. I promised you I would always protect you. I promised it when you were a baby. Now, what happened?" "Chris, please, I don't want this to be any worse. Gary told his friends about the other night at his house and they all started calling my 'fag' today in the locker room after soccer practice. I got mad and told them to 'fuck off,' but then a couple of them shoved me. When I pushed back, they started hitting me. It's okay, the coach broke it up. Now, PLEASE, can we go?" Chad was pulling my hand, trying to lead me towards the car. "Just a second, Gary and his friend and I need to have a little talk." I let go of Chad's hand and started walking towards the group. I was sure Chad was yelling after me not to do anything, but I couldn't hear him. The anger inside me had built up so much that I couldn't hear anything, and all I could see was this group of little assholes who needed to learn a thing or two. As I approached the group, Gary and one other boy with sloppy hair and baggy clothes looked nervous. But, then the group moved from their circle into a line, as if making a stand against me. I walked up to the group and immediately grabbed Gary by the arm, lifting him up and towards me slightly. The other boys began to yell in protest. One of them was yelling for a teacher, but nothing could stop me now. I pulled Gary by his arm away from the group. He struggled to get free, but was not successful. Once I got him a few steps away from the group, I put one hand on his shoulder and the other under his chin, squeezing his jaw and forcing his face to turn so he would have to look me in the eye. "Let's get something straight right now, you little shit. My brother trusted you and thought you were his friend. Because of your immaturity he got hurt today. You thought it would be real funny to get a laugh at his expense, and now he's hurt. Let's be clear. I'm letting you walk away from this today only because you were Chad's friend, but I will hold you personally responsible if anything ever happens to my brother again. Do you get me?" I never blinked, my eyes locked in an evil stare right into Gary's skull. "But..." Gary began to protest. "No buts, Gary. You need to learn a lot about friendship. Getting your friend beat up is not cool. You're lucky I don't beat the shit out of you. Now, which one of those little fuckers gave Chad the black eye?" For about a split second, Gary looked like he might actually try to protest or even try to fight me, but I tightened my grip on his jaw, which seemed to make my point clear. "The one in the red sweatshirt." Was all he said as tears began to well up in his eyes. He was clearly scared to death of me, and he was right to be. It was all I could to not to punch his light out right there. I let go of Gary and he ran off down the hallway. I turned my attention towards the kid in the red sweatshirt. He could tell by the look in my eyes that I meant business, and he decided about a second too late that he should run. Of course, I already had him by the arm at this point. I looked to the other boys with a sinister glare and they all ran off. Being almost six feet tall has its advantages when you are dealing with junior high kids. Of course, them being littler, I also wanted to make sure that I didn't really hurt anyone. "Stick around, you," I told the kid in the red sweatshirt as he continued to try unsuccessfully to get away from me. "Let go of me, bitch!" He yelled. "Nice mouth you got there kid. We need to talk about my brother." "Fuck off," he yelled, trying to spit at me. I pushed the kid back against the wall and pinned his shoulders tightly so he could not move, careful not to hurt him, but sure he would not get away. "You pick on my brother again, and you'll be dealing with me. And if he comes home with a shiner like that ever again, I'm gonna come looking for you, and I won't be as nice as I am being now." "You can't do anything to me. I'll get you busted for abuse, you faggot!" This kid was just full of rage. I kept thinking how easy and gratifying it would have been to give him a fat lip, but I held back. "Actually, you're right. It is abuse, but then so is what you did to my brother. Come to think of it, I think I'm gonna take him to the emergency room and have his face looked at, and when they ask how it happened, I'll make sure Chad gives them your name. Then, our mom can press charges an you can bring your family with you to a courtroom and try to explain your ignorant, angry, immature shit to a judge, who will most likely make you spend the rest of the school year and the summer in juvie. Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do," I finished, letting go of the kid as if I was going to head for the hospital right away. "Wait," the kid pleaded. "I'll leave him alone." I pulled the kid by his sweatshirt close to my face. "YOU BETTER!" I growled in his face before letting him go. As I walked back to the car, I could see that Chad had already gotten in and had his face buried in his hands. He was clearly still crying. I hopped in and started the engine. "It's cool, Squirt," I said, putting my hand on his thigh. "They should leave you alone now." "I don't need you to fight for me," Chad protested in anger. "Now they will just call me a sissy for needing my brother to protect me." Chad looked over at me with pouting look on his face. "What was I supposed to do?" I exclaimed. "Leave them alone like I told you to," Chad was now at a full shout. That actually hurt my feelings and I was beginning to feel like I would cry. "I promised to protect you, and that's what I was doing. That's what I will always do. No one hurts my family and gets away with it, Bro." I was choking on the last few words as my eyes began to water. I was careful to blink a few times, preventing any actual tears from falling. We rode the rest of the way home in silence. I decided to abandon my plans of going to the beach for now. "At least come into the bathroom and let me clean you up, Squirt." Chad never said anything, but he did begin to head down the stairs to the bathroom on our floor. I fished our small first aid kit out of the cupboard under the kitchen sink and then grabbed a clean dishtowel and filled a ziplock with some ice. Then I headed downstairs. As I came into the bathroom, Chad was sitting on the toilet, still silent. I grabbed a washcloth and wet it with some warm water. I knelt in front of Chad. I lifted his head by the chin as I always did and brushed his hair away from his face. By that point, his hair had gotten long in the back and was just about long enough to be in his eyes in front. "Your hair is starting to get really long. I like it," I said, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the forehead. Chad was still silent. I gently lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off over his head. I winced at the site of his body when I noticed the bruise forming around his right ribs. I had not realized how bad a beating they had given him. For just a split second I wished I had really pounded that little shit in the red sweatshirt, but taking care of Chad was more important right now. I used the washcloth to clean his tear-soaked face and his nose. I checked his face for cuts, but did not see any. I placed the towel with ice in it up to Chad's black eye. "Hold that there for a few minutes, Squirt." Then I walked across the room and turned on the bathtub. We hardly used our bathtub, but it was cool that we had one. It was actually a large Jacuzzi tub, just like the one in Mom and Dad's room. I grabbed some soap and poured it into the tub, swirling it around with my hand a bit to get the suds going. Then I went back over to Chad and knelt in front of him. I looked into his eyes. "Thank you," he said. "I know you were just trying..." "Shhh," I urged. "It's okay. I was just mad. I didn't want to make things worse for you. I love you." Chad began to cry again and put his right arm around me, still holding the ice to his face with his left hand. His crying seemed to deepen suddenly. "Everything is so different without Dad," Chad said between sobs. "I know, Bro. And I know it's not the same, but I'm here, and I am trying to take care of you." "You are taking care of me, and you know I love you. But, I still miss Dad." he buried his face in my shoulder. Just then, as if on cue, Lucy seemed to have arose from her afternoon nap and decided to inspect the situation. She came through the door leading from the bathroom to my bedroom and walked over cautiously, as if trying to determine if it was okay for her to be there. She put her nose in between our bodies and laid her chin down onto Chad's leg. She seemed to know that he needed comfort. Chad smiled slightly between his tears and patted Lucy on the head. I stood up to turn off the water in the bathtub before it overflowed. I returned to Chad and took the ice from him, setting it on the counter. I took him by both hands and stood him up and began to unbutton his jeans. "I showered in the locker room after practice," Chad interrupted. "I don't need a bath." "It will feel good, trust me," I said. Chad allowed me to return to my work. Once his pants were undone, I pushed them with my thumbs over his hips, catching his sexy white briefs and pulling them down as well. Chad was not hard and I was not paying much attention to his dick. I was not intending this to be sexual at all. Of course, then I looked at his dick and noticed how it seemed bigger every time I saw it, especially his balls. This gave me a big smile. Once his pants were on the floor, I peeled his socks off for him and then stood up. As I stood up, I ran my hands fully along his sides from his ankles, up to his hips, and then up under his arms, finally planting my hands firmly on his chest. His whole body felt firmer and more like that of a young man, and his chest was definitely bigger from the pushups he had been doing at night before bed. "When did you get so sexy?" I asked. Chad did not respond. He merely rolled his eyes and exhaled with a disbelieving sigh. He turned past me and stepped into the bathtub but did not sit down initially. He turned and looked at me for a few moments, then pulled me by the shirt towards him and started pulling up on my shirt. I lifted my arms so he could get my shirt off. Chad then leaned down and put his lips gently to my left nipple. He kissed it sweetly and then began to encircle it with his tongue a few times. After completing this, he stood up straight again and looked down at my pants. "You getting in or what?" He asked, licking his lips. "Even after getting the shit kicked out of you, all you can think about is dick, huh?" I was laughing. "Who said anything about dick?" Chad asked. "I'm just too banged up to wash myself." With that, I undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, wiggled out of them, and stepped into the tub with Chad. We both slowly sat down, taking opposite ends, so we were facing each other, our legs rubbing together. I took the washcloth from the side of the tub and began to slowly wash my baby brother, being extra careful around his ribs, where he was so bruised. Chad winced a bit as I found more tender spots, but I was careful not to really hurt him. Before long, Chad's hands were under the water fondling my balls and my cock, which was naturally beginning to get very hard. I gently moved his hand away, wanting him to let me work on cleaning him for the moment. I had Chad lean his head back and scooped water into his hair, running my fingers through it and planting light kisses all over his forehead and his rosy cheeks. As I scooted forward, Chad wrapped his legs around my and our cocks came together. This position reminded me of the first night we gave in to our passion, when we had sat on my bed in this way. Chad must have remembered it too, because he put his hand on my butt and pulled me towards him, exactly as I had done to him that first night. Our dicks rubbed together in the slippery, soapy water, just as our chests came together to do the same, and our lips met in our usual, passionate kiss. Chad's fingers were like heavenly blessing as they traced my muscles up and down my back and arms. I did the same to Chad, bringing my hands up and into his hair. Chad scooped up handfuls of water and poured them over my back, giving me a warm sensation that only strengthened the passion of the moment. I did the same to him. All the while, Lucy lay on the floor in the bathroom, curiously watching us bath and love each other. Eventually, bored with not getting her own attention, she laid he hea don the hard tile floor and drifted into a nap. By this time, Chad and I were grinding into each other with enough force to make the water in the tub splash around a bit. Chad leaned back a bit to make room for his hands as he began to caress my chest and abs. "You're pecs are bigger," he said. "And your abs look tighter." "The team has been working out harder as we get closer to the state championships." Chad continues his worshipping of my muscles. He coaxed me to put my hands behind my head and began to gently squeeze my biceps, which I flexed in response. He traced the round shape of my arm muscles and then followed the groove under the muscles back into my armpit, then up to my deltoids, squeezing them gently. "God, Chris, your body is so perfect. I want to be strong like you." Chad's eyes were fixed on my muscles. This whole time, we both continued to gyrate in the water, our cocks mashed together. "You're strong too, Squirt. You body gets hotter everyday." "I want to be stronger, like you Chris. I want to be able to defend myself if I need to. I want to work out more and get big and strong like you," Chad explained. "Will you help me?" he begged. "Anything you want, little bro. I would love to work out with you. Tell you what... As soon as the winter break is over, you can start jogging in the mornings with Mom and I. She wants to get better about doing that too. Then, in the evening or weekends, I can usually get into the gym at school, and you and I can lift weights together." "And swimming," Chad said. "But you don't usually like to..." I began. "I want to swim with you," Chad interrupted. "I know I will never be as good, but I love to see you in the water. Just being there with you would be awesome." "Sounds great, bro." I said with a huge smile. Chad in the water with me, in my world, in that place where everything makes sense and the simplicity of life is all too clear. Sharing that with Chad would almost be better then sex. Okay, so maybe not BETTER, but good all the same. And still, we were grinding out cocks together. We both wrapped our legs around one another and squeezed close together, our bodies slithering and sliding against each other, our lips and tongue expressing a love deeper than any other for each other. Our breathing became heavy and our kissing became more heated, more passionate, less neat and tidy. Before long, we were licking each others faces and necks, panting and moaning. We were so hot, I thought the water might start to boil. Then we came to climax together. "Oh GOD, Squirt, I'm gonna blow!" "Me too, Bro!" Our bodied began to quake, water slapping against us both and splashing onto the floor and we both moaned into each other mouths, trying so hard to hold our kiss as we came into the warm water. I could not believe the feel of our orgasms shooting into the water and mixing with the soap, making us both temporarily slimier before the water washed our mess away. We continued kissing and stroking each other's bodies for several minutes, until we heard the door upstairs and knew Mom was home. * * * We spent the better part of the evening peeling potatoes, cleaning the bird, setting the table, and straightening up the house for the company we expected. The next day was as good as it could be without Dad. The dinner was lovely and everyone had a great time. We sat around listening, to my surprising delight, to Mr. Harris' hunting stories, and Mrs. Ward talking about her days when she was in the theatre. I had forgotten for a long time that Mrs. Ward had been an actress on Broadway when she was still a young thing. Now in her 70s with not children (her and Mr. Ward could never have any), and no living family, she must get lonely and love being able to tell her stories. The coolest part was that my little bro already knew all her stories. Mrs. Ward had apparently regaled him while they were gardening together on Saturdays. Mom's turkey was absolutely perfect. Mr. Harris had cheated and brought more then he was supposed to. He had apparently stopped at some restaurant and brought a sweet potato casserole, a green salad, fresh cranberry sauce, and a soup made from squash that was delicious. Chad's corn tasted almost as sweet as he did, and Mrs. Ward's pies were to die for. We started our meal at noon, which had always been our tradition, so we were done eating and visiting by around 3pm, at which point our guests excused themselves, taking leftovers with them. It was after the left that I had to face something I had been avoiding for 110 days. "Can we go visit Dad?" was Chad's question.