Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2006 17:36:41 -0700 From: Boy Writer Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 3 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 3 My sexual adventures with Billy had made me much more curious about my body and about sex. I had begun to have some really great fantasies. Most of the time, my fantasies were about Billy with his older brother Jack. I had been well aware of how attracted I was Jack, ever since Billy and I had had our first sexual experience in Jack's room. Sometimes when I was masturbating, and even a couple times with Billy, I would close my eyes and picture Billy and Jack going at it. I always felt guilty about these fantasies, because everyone is supposed to know that incest is wrong. And yet, at the same time, it seemed so natural for two guys living under the same roof to explore each other that way. As long as they both wanted it and it was not hurting one of them, how could it wrong? Well, at least, that is what I told myself when I felt guilty about my fantasies. Naturally, all these growing fantasies began to push my attention towards my little brother, Chad. Chad and I had always been close growing up. I took my role as his big brother very seriously, even at three when I committed to protecting him the day he was born. I remember the first time Mom let me hold him and help feed him. I remember even when I was in elementary school and he was still a toddler, I would rush home from school to read to him, even though I was just learning myself. I was there for his first steps and his first words. Mom and Dad even assigned me the official potty trainer. I remember when they put the potty training chair I had used when I was a baby back into the bathroom on the third floor of the house, next to the kitchen. I remember the first days when I would watch intently looking for any signs that Chad had to use the bathroom. Then, I would grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom and stand proudly with my arms folded the way Dad did when he was being serious. "Chad, sit here when you have to go. This is how big boys do it," I commanded, in a deep tone, trying to sound like Dad. It took several weeks, and as I think of it now, my part was probably not the most pivotal, but it meant the world to me that Mom and Dad included me in the process of raising my brother. When Chad started school, things changed a lot. I was in third grade when Chad started kindergarten at the same school. That summer, Mom and Dad finally moved Chad downstairs into the second room on the floor where my room was. The room had been used for storage mostly before that. Mom and dad had set up a bedroom at one end of the entertainment room before that, so that they would be closer to Chad in case he got scared at night or got sick. Him moving down next to my room was especially cool, because it meant that our rooms were on the bottom floor of the house, while Mom and Dad's room was on the top floor. Many a late night re-enactment of the latest cartoon went on at night. My room had a double bed, which I had begged for the previous year on my birthday and got despite protests from Mom and Dad. It was way too big for me, but I would grow into it with time. Chad had bunk beds in his room in case he had friends who would sleep over. We would build forts on the bunk beds in Chad's room at night and gather all out toy guns to wage war against each other. I was always the victor, except when I would let Chad win, and dramatically act out my death, clutching my chest and moaning as I fell to the floor. This was always the best entertainment for Chad, as he would pounce on me, tickling me to see if I was 'really dead.' We definitely became close during those late nights. When Chad started school, initially, Mom would walk us to the bus stop together, but after a few weeks, she trusted me to take Chad by myself. Mom had a serious talk with me that first morning. "If I let you do this, you have to keep an eye on your brother. He is little and not as confident as you were, Chris. He needs someone who will keep him safe without making him feel watched. I am trusting you to watch out for him and protect him, especially in the schoolyard. Do you understand?" Mom looked at me with an earnest face, her lips pressed rightly together. "Yes Mom. I would never let anyone hurt Chad. I love him. I will take care of him. I am a big boy now, don't worry Mom." I stood up from my chair to emphasize my point. Mom smiled and hugged me. So, I would walk Chad to the bus stop, ride the bus next to him, and walk him into school and drop him off in his classroom before going to my own each day for the four years we attended the same elementary school. After that, when I went to junior high, Chad was old enough to get himself to school. I remember at the end of each day when I would return to his class to get him and he would bound out of his chair, screaming my name and running to hug me. In just a short few hours, he had missed me so much. He would drag me by the hand over to his desk to show me his drawings and how he was practicing writing his letters. My friends were usually with me and would roll their eyes, telling me we should go. I always ignored them. I never went through one of those phases where I hated my brother. He never went through one where he hated me either. It was kind of remarkable. In a strange way, I always thought my buddies were crazy for not caring more about their brothers and sisters. At nights, when Chad had bad dreams, he never felt like climbing the three flights of stairs to Mom and Dad's room. He would often come and wake me up, telling me he was scared to be in his room. Since my bed was big, I would let him get in and sleep with me. We never touched when we slept, and I never held him like Mom would have, but he seemed to feel safer with me. Mom would often wake us both up in my bed, laughing as I told her Chad had had a bad dream again. My best memories from Chad's childhood were teaching him to swim. Mom was already working at the local community center giving swim lessons. She would take both of us with her 3 days a week after school. I was already a good swimmer at 11, when we first started to bring Chad. Mom started him in the pool much later than me. I was in the water as a baby. Chad had been prone to ear infections when he was a baby and Mom had gotten overprotective, not wanting him in the water. Teaching him to swim with Mom will always be some of my best memories. I got to hold Chad up in the water on his belly, my hands under his chest and waist, as Mom taught him to kick. He took to it well, just like me, but he never had the ambition I did for it. As I said before, Chad was always more the bookish type when we were young. So, I became the star swimmer and he became the brain, except for the couple years he played soccer. Of course, even I was never as good as Mom, and would never have dreamed of following in her Olympic footsteps. * * * By the time Chad and I had grown, our play fights had morphed into watching TV or playing video games late at night. Then, when Chad was 10 and began to get curious about his body, we would talk about sex and anatomy. It was all very innocent and never sexual. With my increasing adventures with Billy and my constant fantasies about him and his brother, I was beginning to look at Chad differently. We would often share the bathroom on our floor in the morning before school. I would shave my handful of whiskers while he showered, then he would pretend to shave while I showered. I began to notice he was sprouting up and losing his body fat. I felt guilty sometimes, as I would catch myself staring at him, then feel guilty about it. The summer when I turned 14 and Chad turned 11 (our birthdays are both in July), he had decided to start playing soccer in the after-school program. It was a surprise because he had never been into sports. But, it was good exercise and he took to it well. I think he wanted to be an athlete like me, but wanted something that made him stand apart from me. Whatever the reason, I was noticing the payoff. By Christmas break, I was beginning to notice Chad's legs were getting sexy. His calves, in particular were developing a nice shape to them. He had slimmed at the waist and had a nice flat stomach from doing sit-ups and running at practice. I was in the shower one day, rinsing off after having jacked off and made a big mess on the wall one day. I must not have noticed the door opening, because I did not know Chad was in the room. I flung open the shower door and stepped out, dripping wet with a semi hard on. To my surprise, Chad was there brushing his teeth. To my greater surprise, he was buck naked and seemed to be checking his manhood out in the mirror. The sink in our bathroom is across from the shower at a 45% angle. Standing at the counter at that angle, I could see Chad's entire ass and most of his dick. It was the first time I had seen him fully naked in a long time. He was beginning to develop a small bush of blonde hair above his dick and had some small armpit hairs jutting out form under his arms. I stood there, frozen, dripping wet, looking at my beautiful little brother. As he bent over to rinse and spit after brushing his teeth, his ass jutted out in my direction and I could see just a glimpse of his hole. His ass had to be the most perfect, round, smooth, beautiful thing I had ever seen. Even at 14, and even though it was my brother, my dick could not resist coming straight to attention and standing in its full 7 1/2 inches pointing straight at Chad's hole as if telling me which way to go. Just then, Chad turned around and looked surprised that I was just standing there dripping. Then his eyes traveled down to my groin area and his eyes got huge. "Oh shit, Chris! It's huge." He looked in awe. I could tell his dick was getting a little harder although I was sure it was nerves more than anything. I realized I was staring at his dick and my mouth started to drop open. Chad, seeing this, quickly cupped his hand over his dick and turned red, looking away slightly. I was suddenly shaken back into big brother land. I grabbed my towel and covered myself. "You should say something when you come into the bathroom so I know you are here. And watch your mouth. Mom and Dad would have a cow if they heard you say that kinda stuff." I folded my arms and pushed past him to the sink to finish cleaning up. Chad stood there silent for a moment, then get into the shower without a word and showered in silence. He seemed in thought as he came out, his towel already wrapped around him. "Chris I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. We always share the bathroom, so I just came in. Do you want me to wait until you are done from now on?" Chad asked, as he was securing his towel even more, still looking embarrassed. "No, Squirt, it's okay. You have to understand, guys my age are different than guys your age. We do things when we are alone that guys your age don't do yet. I was just surprised." I tried to be serious, despite the desperate urge I felt to look at Chad's nipples. "Ha ha," Chad laughed. "If you are talking about you beating off in there, I've known you were doing that for years. And I am not that young. You talked to me about masturbation last year, don't you remember? I know how to masturbate already." Chad thrust his chest out trying to look like an older boy. "Oh, I guess you are right," I said. I was beginning to get hard again and decided I better clear the room before things got any more awkward. "You don't have to wait outside. It's okay for us to share the bathroom, just let me know when you come in so I don't make an ass of myself beating off while you listen, OK?" I asked with seriousness. "I do understand," Chad said. "And I am sorry," he said, putting his arms around me and hugging me. Chad's skin felt like silk against me. His hair and skin smelled beautiful, but I suddenly felt so guilty. I headed for my room to get dressed. I spent the rest of the day beating myself up in my mind for thinking about Chad that way. I vowed I would avoid being in a situation like that again. I stopped masturbating in the shower and got Mom to buy us both robes to wear going from our rooms to the bathroom. * * * I continued night after night thinking about Jack and Billy. I had developed a rather detailed fantasy in my head that worked very well. I was also getting closer to Billy. We had begun fucking on a regular basis and professing our love to each other every time. I think it was a Saturday when I found out the BIG SECRET. It was in October of 1995, so I would have been 15 by then. My parents were seeing the museums that day and I knew that Billy's parents were at their country club. I decided I wanted to surprise him by going over to play, since we had not expected to see each other that day. I had to ride my bike, since my parents weren't around to drive me. It took me about 35 minutes to make the ride, which was good time for a 6 mile trip that is mostly uphill. It was right around 1:00 pm when I arrived. I came in the back door, which was always unlocked. I knew Billy would be home alone, since Jack was off to college for the term already. I was going to call for Billy, but decided I wanted to really surprise him. I walked to the top of the stairs, then hesitated, thinking of a devious plan. I stopped, taking off all my clothes. My dick was already fully hard, and by then fully grown at 8 inches, just thinking about fucking my boyfriend. I walked to Billy's room and threw the door open, trying to pose sexy in the doorway, but was surprised to see his room was empty. Was he home? I thought I'd better put my clothes back on, just in case I had been wrong with my information. As I was reaching down to pick up my clothes from the landing where I had left them, I heard some muffled moaning coming from Jack's room. Oh Shit, I thought, Jack is home! Then I heard more noises from Jack's room. It sounded like the bed was squeaking. I couldn't resist, so I walked over and pushed the door open slightly to peek in. What I saw was shocking. There was Jack, sitting on his bed with his back propped on the headboard. His legs were spread eagle and his dick was standing straight up. I was surprised that mine was bigger. He was only about 7 inches, but about the same thickness as me. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as he moaned with pleasure. Of course, that was not the shocking part. The shocking part was that the pleasure he was getting was coming from Billy, who was riding his cock like a pro. His little brother, Billy! MY BILLY! I wanted to be angry. I balled my hands into fists and decided I would go in and rescue my beautiful Billy from his abusive brother. Just as I pushed the door open a little more, I heard Billy. "Oh God, Jack. I love your cock, big bro. Fuck me! Use my hole, bro!" Billy was clearly having a blast. He wasn't being hurt. In fact, he was totally into it. I wanted to be grossed out, but my hands unclenched and I realized my dick was still rock hard, and that I was still buck naked. Just then, I looked and realized that Jack had been watching me. Billy's eyes were closed, so he had not noticed me, but Jack had a smile from ear to ear, staring at my dick. Our eyes met and he silently mouthed the word 'huge' and smiled, licking his lips. Unable to control myself, I reached for my dick and started rubbing it and massaging my balls. Then Jack reached up pulled Billy by the head down towards him, pulling Billy's head beside his so they were cheek to cheek. Although I could not make out the words, Jack was whispering something to Billy. Billy's head suddenly flung around and he stopped bouncing up and down on his brother's dick momentarily. Seeing me, he looked horrified. He started to get off of his brother, but Jack held him in place. Billy began to cry. "Billy, relax. He was going to find out eventually," Jack said. "Besides, now we can just be honest." Billy wiped his eyes, still sitting on his brother's cock, and looked over his shoulder into my eyes. "I'm sorry, Chris. I don't want you to be hurt. I love you so much, but I love Jack too. He's the one who's been teaching me all the stuff I showed you." Billy began to cry again. Jack lifted Billy up and pulled his dick form Billy's ass, then scooted over and stood up. He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Don't be mad at him," Jack said to me. "When you guys started getting close a couple years ago, I told him we should stop, but he didn't want to. Then, I insisted that he tell you the truth, but he was afraid you wouldn't love him anymore." Jack looked at me, searching for my reaction, still naked and hard, still smelling like Billy. "I'm gonna leave you two alone and get a drink. Let me know if you need me, guys." Billy trodded down the stairs, his tight hairy butt bouncing delightfully with each step. It was more conversation than I had ever had with Jack. I surprised at his tenderness and how concerned he seemed to be about me and Billy as a couple. I closed the door and walked over to Billy, who was covering himself with Jack's bedspread. He looked like his whole world had ended. He looked scared of what I would say. I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about my response. I was mad. I was jealous. I was hurt. But, I was also turned on. REALLY TURNED ON! More importantly, I was not that surprised. I had already been suspicious of this for years. I had also been hoping and praying it was true and dreaming that one day I would get to join in. What reason did I really have to be mad? "Billy, I love you. I am not mad. I just wish you felt like you could tell me." I looked at him as his tears stopped and a smile started to spread on his face. "You don't want to stop being with me?" he asked. "Of course not. But, what do we do now?" I looked into his eyes, as he began to get a sinister look on his face. "Well, maybe we could.... I mean, if you don't' think it would be too weird... Well, it's just that I have been fantasizing about what it would be like to have both the guys I love at the same time." Billy looked embarrassed for having told me the truth. He waited for my reply. I stood up and stepped over to the door, opening it as Jack fell through onto the floor. He'd obviously been listening at the door. "Shit, I'm sorry," Jack said. "I was just worried that..." I took Jack by the hand and helped him off the floor. I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him to me, kissing him hard and deep, shoving my tongue in his mouth aggressively. He responded, returning the kiss. I could feel his dick hardening and pressing against mine, which was still hard itself. Without any further word, Billy got up off the bed and walked over, kneeling between us and taking my dick into his mouth. The pleasure I was feeling was unbelievable. My boy sucking my dick while his brother kissed me. Billy began to switch back and forth, sucking one of us while stroking the other, then switching off. Jack and I kept kissing, as if we were making up for lost time. Somehow, I felt very natural being with Jack. After all, we was the source of my stimulation for my first time. He had also obviously been the teacher who had made sex with Billy so awesome. I felt like we were already close. Billy began to pull us both towards the bed. We obliged, falling in a heap together on the bed. From there, things get blurry. There was a lot of kissing, sucking, licking, holding, stroking, and squeezing that seemed to last for days. It was like we had entered some other realm and time had disappeared. At one point, Jack's tongue was exploring my ass, and I was familiar with the technique, realizing he had taught it to Billy, who taught it to me. I felt like I was relearning all my lessons directly form the source. I was literally living my greatest wet dream. Then, I was on my back, with Jack between my legs and Billy next to me. Billy and I were kissing and Jack was sucking my dick. He commented more than once at how big I was, which made me so hot. Here was a 20 year old college stud telling me MY dick was big. Then, Jack came up and we shared a three way kiss, which I had never considered in my fantasies, but made my dick begin to pour out tons of precum. Jack then leaned into my ear, whispering to me. "So, I hear you've been fucking Billy, but you haven't let him fuck you yet. I think it's only fair you learn how to do both." Jack had a serious look on his face. "Billy can be a little impatient when he fucks and might get carried away. But, I can start you off gently if you trust me." Jack looked into my eyes, kissing me again while Billy nibbled my ear. I began to lift my legs, placing my ankles on Jack's shoulders. I watch intently, never breaking eye contact, as Jack lubed his dick and his fingers. He then began to press his index finger against my hole. I relaxed myself, as I knew I would have to, as he entered me slowly and immediately found my prostate, just as his little brother had a over a year earlier, and gave me the same bolt of pleasure Billy had. Slowly, he added a second finger, and after a few minutes, a third finger. I adjusted to each in time and was really enjoying myself. Jack then pulled his fingers from my hole and pressed the head of his cock up against it. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Just relax, Chris. It's going to hurt at first, but you will adjust. I will go slow and only push when you tell me. Now, it sounds backwards, but I want you to push out like you are trying to push my dick out of you. This is how Billy learned. He wanted me to teach him so he could take your dick. Now, let me teach you." Jack was so confident and so gentle. I was surprised and understood why Billy wanted to be with him so much. "Ready?" Jack asked. "Yes." I said. Then turning my head, looking at Billy, "is this okay with you?" "Oh hell yes," Billy said, with a huge grin. He began to softly rub my chest as Jack started to push. Jack went slow, inching into me slowly. I winced in pain many times and Jack had to instruct me to stop and breath. I was learning a lot from Jack, both about being a bottom and a top. His soothing, gentle way and his confident instructions made me so at ease. It was kind of sad that I had not needed to do that with Billy, since he had already been instructed by Jack. But, now I was getting the same instruction, which somehow made me understand Billy more and feel closer to him as well. Within a couple minutes, Jack was fully inside me. He stopped then, looking into my eyes and kissing me. While we kissed, he slowly began to withdraw from me. He pulled almost completely out of me, then just as slowly pushed back in. I was in simultaneous agony and ecstasy. But, after a few strokes I was getting used to feeling my hole being invaded. "Try going faster, Jack," I said, wondering if I could take it. He obliged and I love it. Pretty soon, I was moaning and groaning, begging for more and harder thrusts. Then, Billy decided to straddle my face and sat slowly down, as I began to explore his insides with my tongue. His ass tasted like Jack, which got me even more horny, and I began lifting my hips off the bed, pushing into Jack as he pushed into me. "Oh yeah, Chris. You keep that up and I will shoot for sure," Jack said. Billy re-adjusted tilting his torso towards me, and sliding his dick into my throat. I was being fucked in both holes by my boy and his bro. If there was a heaven, and it wasn't at least a little like that, I was sure I did not want to go. Just then, both Billy and Jack started to moan loudly. Before I knew it, Billy began shoot his load in my mouth, which I swallowed as I had man times before. At that same time, Jack began slamming into me, screaming my name, as I felt a warm, wet sensation inside. MY GOD! I was taking loads in both ends. My whole body surrendered to the boys as they filled me with their loads. After their orgasm ended, we all lay in a sweaty heap on the bed. Billy and I were facing each other, cuddled together, while Jack was spooning me from behind. I could feel Billy's hot breath against my chest, and Jack's against the back of my neck. We all drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. My opinion about brothers being intimate had changed. It was only a matter of time.