Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2006 17:36:41 -0700 From: Boy Writer Subject: All For Chad -- Chapters 1 to 6 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 4 1996 was a year full of many ups and downs. I was halfway through my sophomore year in high school. I was on the varsity swim team and everyone expected that I would be captain the next school year, making me the first to ever be captain as in their junior year. I was going good in my classes and had a lot of friends. I also had a lot of girls hitting on me, and it had become a regular part of my day avoiding questions and propositions, desperately trying not to have anyone find out that I was gay. My closest friends were still the guys on the swim team. Pete was a senior and the captain of the team, and a good friend. He was taller, almost 6'3", and his body made mine look puny. He was quite the stud and had all the girls falling all over him. He was rumored by everyone on campus to be well endowed, but everyone on the team knew mine was the biggest. I was kind of proud of that. I always thought Pete was gorgeous, but would never have made a move on him. He was totally straight. He was sort of grooming me to replace him I guess, but I just liked hanging out with him. He was planning to go to San Diego State the next year, so I knew we would still be able to hang out. Allen was a junior and was an awesome breast stroke swimmer. He was about my build, but had buzzed black hair, an olive complexion, and dark, deep eyes. His event of specialty had left him with enormous pecs. I admit I stopped to stare more than once. But, Allen was with Patty. They were sort of the all-American couple at school. Patty was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Everyone knew they'd get married and pop out some kids not long after they graduated the following year. Lastly, was Ricky. What can I say about Ricky? Ricky was the pinnacle screw-up. He was a bad boy, always in trouble, barely passing his classes, usually grounded, and often hung-over at school. But, in the water, none of that mattered. He swam like he had nothing to lose, and he never lost a race. He was faster than me, no matter how hard I tried. He was also an expert surfer and had been an amateur lifeguard at Mission Beach for three years in a row. And he was only my age! Billy hung out with my friends, but we were always careful about how we interacted, to throw suspicions off. Billy was not an athlete, so he often got left out of the conversations at the lunch table, where the guys and I compared times and talked about upcoming meets and where we all wanted to lifeguard during the summer. Things had really been wonderful with Billy. And, they'd been pretty hot with Billy's brother Jack. After our first three-way together with Billy's older brother Jack, we made a regular thing of it. When Jack was home on weekends and during breaks from school, Billy and I would have three ways with him. Billy and I learned a lot from Jack, and I would say that by New Years, I was getting pretty good at just about every standard bedroom activity. When Jack was at school, Billy and I would still play alone together. We had become very close and had begun to talk about weather or not we might want to start telling people we were gay. We were sure we'd go to the same college. Things were good at home. Despite being completely sure I was gay, and despite my time spent with Billy and his brother, I had avoided anymore awkward situations with my little brother Chad. He was 12 then, soon to be 13, and acting like he was my age. He was definitely maturing quickly. I no long had a moral struggle over incest, as I realized how wonderful it had been for Billy and Jack, and how no one had been hurt by it. But, I still stuck to strict rules about interactions with Chad. After our naked encounter in the bathroom the previous year, I felt like I had to make sure nothing more happened. * * * Everything began to change in February. The second week of February, Billy called me on the phone one day after school. He was crying and begged me to come over. Without thinking, I grabbed my bike and rode like the wind. The whole trip, I kept running through my head everything that could be wrong. Had he and Jack been caught somehow? Had he told his parents about him and me? Of course, when I arrived, it turned out much worse than anything I could have imagined. I arrived to find his mother in the kitchen packing boxes. My heart sank and my eyes immediately began to fill with tears. See, Billy's dad was in the military. Packing could only mean one thing - the military was taking Billy's dad and my Billy away. Billy's mother saw me and immediately put her arms around me. She had always been kind to me, and her and my mom had played tennis from time to time. "I'm so sorry, Chris, I know how close you boys are," she said to me in a comforting way. "Go on up and be with him. I wish we had more time, but Jack senior is being deployed next week, so we have only a few days to pack up and ship off to Maine." MAINE! In the entire continental U.S., the farthest place form Southern California was Maine. How could the world do this to Billy and me? I am not sure why, but for a moment, I remembered my first crush in life, a fellow swimmer named Kaleb, who had moved away when we were 11 because his father was in the military too. My first orgasm had been fantasizing about Kaleb. I walked slowly up the stairs. I could hear my baby crying from his room the whole way up. When I reached the top, his sobbing made me so sad I almost couldn't go into his room. But, I knew he needed me. I opened the door slowly, and Billy fell into my arms. We cried together, eventually reaching the bed and sitting down. I held my sweet boyfriend as we both silently realized we could do nothing about this tragedy. "I'm not going!" He shouted, making sure he could be heard downstairs. Taking his hand in mine, I said "you have to, Billy. You have to be with your family." Inside I felt like I was dying. Billy was the only one who knew about me, the only one I could trust, the only one I thought I would ever love. We sat in silence, crying and holding each other for almost an hour. Then, just as we were getting a hold of ourselves, the door swung open slowly. There stood Jack with a terrible look on his face. He came in silently and joined us in our mourning. Jack squeezed between us and pulled us both to his chest, holding us tightly. Billy and I cried into Jack's shirt and held each other and him in a tight embrace, as if none of us would ever let go. "I love you boys," Jack said. "This is horrible, but you will get through somehow." Jack went on encouraging us that everything would be okay. Jack would be done with school in a couple years and would probably stay in San Diego. He said that Billy could come and visit him once he had is own place, and the two of us would get to be together again. It was sweet to me that Jack did not mention himself. Somehow, in that moment he really needed to be a big brother more than a lover to Billy and me. I spent every free minute with Billy that week. I helped him pack as we cried. We made love as much as we could, worrying that each time would be our last. On the last day, I was there when the car pulled away. Jack stood with me as we waved goodbye to his family and to my Billy. Billy called me everyday for a week after they arrived in Maine. Eventually his calls became less frequent. By Summer, we only spoke once in a while and he was clearly drifting away. In April, just before Easter, Billy called to tell me he had met someone else. His name was Gregory, and he and Billy were in their school play together. I didn't ask for details because I was sure I knew the answers. I could tell Billy was happy and I congratulated him. He apologized over and over, but eventually we had to say goodbye. I heard recently from Jack, who I still run into from time to time, that Billy and Gregory are still together and that they adopted a little girl. I guess things turned out as they should have for my Billy. At the time, my heart had been broken and I thought the world would end. As I look back now, it was probably good preparation, as there would be many more heartbreaks, losses, and tears. I guess what I learned, even as a teenager, was that heartbreak is not permanent. Eventually, things were back to normal at school. Before I knew it, the year was over, and we were all looking forward to a hot summer and to being juniors the next year. * * * That summer, I worked as a lifeguard at the community pool where Mom worked, and Chad went to work with dad to help out around his architectural firm. Chad had a growing interest in architecture, and anyone could see that dad was proud to think that Chad might follow in his footsteps. Chad really came alive as that summer started. He was helping dad with projects and the two of them were obviously sharing a lot of ideas and visions with each other. It was really cool to see Chad that close to Dad, since I had always been as close to Mom. Chad had also begun to get incredibly hot. He was still playing soccer and, as much as I tried not to notice, every time I looked at him, I noticed how beautiful he was becoming. His upper body was developing nicely. But, his legs and butt had become even hotter with time. Of course, I avoided seeing him naked at all costs, so all I knew was what I could see under his clothes. I also noticed that puberty was hitting him hard. He always had a hard on. He would get them for no reason and I could tell he was embarrassed by it, although our parents never noticed. Although, in moments of weakness, Chad had crept into my masturbation fantasies, I pushed these thoughts out with a passion, trying to avoid letting myself explore those feelings. One night, I was lying in bed naked with my hard dick in my hand. My eyes were closed and I was thinking about Billy and Jack. Although it was somewhat painful memory with Billy gone now, it was hottest thing I could come up with most nights. I was pounding my cock good and was getting close to cumming. I decided I needed more stimulation, and slipped a couple fingers down, pressing them into my hole. I was in a mad fury, lifting my legs up, close to shoot my load. Just then, my door opened and Chad was in mid sentence... "Chris, I need help with my algebra, can you.... OH SHIT!" His gaze went straight from my cock to my ass and back again. It was too late to stop myself. I was already past the point of no return with my orgasm. I suddenly shot a huge load of cum, which streaked across my face and into my mouth. Despite my audience, I was so horny, I couldn't help but licking some up and swallowing it, as more spurts coated my chest and belly. I felt like I was fading from consciousness for a just a second, as my head felt light and dizzy. As I came back to reality, cum was dripping into my left eye, down my neck, and all over my abs. I looked up to see Chad staring in awe. He seemed frozen in place. His eyes looked like he wanted to run, but somehow he couldn't get his legs to cooperate. His algebra book, which had been in his left hand, was on the floor open. As my eyes tracked down, I saw it! His right hand was cupping the front of his pajamas, squeezing his bulge, which seemed to have instantly gotten mega-hard. Chad's eyes suddenly met mine, and he realized I was looking at his crotch. He looked down and seemed surprised to see his hand was down there. He suddenly turned very red in the face, grabbed his book, and ran down the hall beginning to sob. All my big brother switches turned on again and I knew I had to catch him. I grabbed the nearest corner of my blanket and used it to wipe my mess up, then threw on my jeans and followed Chad down the hall. My room was at the end of the hall farthest from the stairs. My room was under the living room and looked out over the canyon. Chad's room was down the hall about half-way to the stairs, underneath the dining room. I rushed down the hall and reach his door, finding that he had forgotten to close it. As I walked in, I did not see Chad. I turned to head back to the hallway, figuring he had run up the stairs. Then, I heard his sobbing from somewhere in his room. It was coming from his closet. Chad's closet had sliding mirrored doors like mine, but was in the corner to the left of his fireplace. I walked over, opening the door. All I could see was Chad's knees behind his clothes. I pushed the clothes aside and saw Chad with his face buried in his hands. As he looked up, my concerned look must have seemed like an angry one, based on his reaction. "Oh God, Chris, I am so sorry. I wasn't trying to... I know you said to knock and let you know, but I just thought... Oh, dammit, I am so sorry." He continued to cry, looking at me as if he was afraid I was going to scream or something worse. I was disarmed by his reaction. I had followed him because I was embarrassed, and here he was the one who was feeling embarrassed. I knelt down and scooted myself half into the closet. I took him into my arms and pulled him towards me. "It's fine, Chad. Don't worry. I should have locked my door. It's not your fault." I sat for a moment thinking how to proceed before saying, "you know, what I was doing was totally natural. It just weird to have you see me that way. I would have stopped, but I couldn't." "I know. I know what it's like once you're that close," Chad said. "I'm just sorry I froze and stared. I don't' know why, but I kind wanted to see. I'm sorry, I know that makes me a weirdo, please don't tell anyone." Chad began to cry again. I became aware that there must have been a lot going on with him. He was definitely at an age where curiosity and exploration were natural, and he may not have been fully clear on his own orientation. I did not want him to feel badly about himself. "Chad, come here," I said pulling him closer to me. "Don't beat yourself up over it. It's normal to be curious. I guess maybe we haven't talked about these things enough lately with me being so down about Billy leaving. We need to find some time to talk in more detail, but you need to understand that you are at an age where you are trying to figure a lot things out and being curious is how you will find out who you are and what you want. And I don't just mean sexually. It's just like working for Dad. You are finding your place in the world there too. The point is, there's nothing to feel bad about. Just think, better to walk in on me then someone else. At least you know we can keep secrets as brothers." He looked at me, still uncertain. "Chad, come on... We have shared hundreds of secrets over the years. Haven't we always kept each other confidence? Have I ever broken your confidence or trust before?" "No, I know you wouldn't tell. I'm just embarrassed." Chad looked like there was more he wanted to say, but was holding back. "What is it, Chad? You can tell me anything. I am your brother and nothing will change that. What is it?" I was beginning to be worried. I wondered if something had happened to him that he hadn't told me about. I was beginning to get a little angry, wondering if someone had hurt him. Chad thought for a moment. "It's okay. I'm not ready to tell you. But someday, I will let you know." He sounded so much older than his age in that moment. I could tell whatever it was, he had thought a great deal about it, and I wanted to respect that. "Okay. I understand. Now, how about that homework, Squirt?" I nudged Chad in the side a bit. "You haven't called me Squirt in a long time," Chad said with a funny smile. "Do you like it?" I asked. "Yeah, I kinda missed it." I could tell he was embarrassed again. "Then Squirt it is from now on. Even when you are all grown up, Squirt it will be." I tossled his hair and handed him his algebra book and I helped him up and we went over to desk to look at his homework. "You know, Chris, if you want to help me with my homework, maybe you should shower first," Chad said with a sinister look. Just then, he slowly reach up with his index finger and wiped my temple, pulling his had away to reveal a few drops of my cum on his finger. Chad wrinkled his nose as he wiped his finger off on his pajamas. "You kind of smell like cum," he said, starting to laugh. As I got up, Chad began laughing harder as he pointed to my crotch, which I was just beginning to notice was very wet. "Creep," I said indignantly as I went across the hall into the bathroom. I could hear Chad laughing for several more minutes as I rinsed off. Then I returned and helped him with his homework before we went to bed. That night, no matter what I did, every time I closed my eyes to sleep, I saw Chad, standing in my door grabbing himself as he watched me. I finally gave up, and spent the rest of the night on my balcony watching the planes land, and eventually watching the sunrise. * * * My whole world came crashing down in August. It was the first week of August, just one week after Chad's birthday and three weeks after mine. Chad, Mom and I were working on dinner together in the kitchen. Mom was stirring the spaghetti sauce while I was draining and rinsing the pasta, as Chad set the table. Mom had her usual glass of wine next her, sipping it slowly. Chad was going on about how much he was enjoying Soccer Camp, which had started just the day before. He was also going into remarkable detail about a project Dad was working on and how Dad had let him help build the 3-D model of a new building he was proposing. We still had not heard form Dad, but expected him home soon. I was bending down to open the oven and check on the garlic bread, just as the phone rang. Chad got to it first, answering and exchanging awkward pleasantries with someone he obviously knew. "It's Mr. Harris, Mom. He said it was important." Chad walked over, handing the phone to Mom. Mr. Harris was Dad's partner at the architecture firm. Harris & Benton, Inc. was going into its 18th year. Chad and I went about our preparation activities, oblivious to Mom for a moment, until she let out a god-awful whale and sunk to the floor screaming. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mom curled into a ball on the floor, dropping the phone. Chad and I both hit the floor immediately and grabbed Mom. Everything began to become a blur. "What's wrong Mom?" I shouted. "Mom, are you okay?" Chad looked panicked. I reach for the phone as I could hear Mr. Harris raising his voice in concern. As Chad held Mom, I put the phone to my ear. "Mr. Harris, oh god, what has happened?" I waited for the worst, looking at the clock, realizing Dad was almost an hour late getting home from work. "Oh, son, I am so sorry. They did everything they could." Mr. Harris sounded distraught. "Son, I am sorry. Your father had a heart attack. I am at the hospital. There was no time to call you. They did everything they could. I am so sorry, Chris." "Thank you," I said, hanging up the phone. I felt like I was not there, like this was all a dream. Did he really say my father was dead? How could it be? Mom's sobbing shook me back to reality. I picked her up off the floor and reach over, turning off the stove and oven. I am not sure how I maintained my composure, except to say that I guess someone had to. I pressed the fourth speed dial button on the phone. Our neighbor, Mrs. Ward, answered and I told her what had happened and that we needed a ride to the hospital. I hung up without waiting for her reply. I know Mom would not be able to drive. "Chris, NO!" Chad screamed as I told Mrs. Ward. He started sobbing uncontrollably too. I sat back down pulling him and Mom to me, holding them both. I didn't know why I wasn't crying. I felt like I was just going through the motions in my body, but like I wasn't really there. By the time we reached the hospital, the nurses had removed the monitors and equipment from the room. My father's body lay there peacefully. Someone had obviously combed his hair and tucked the sheet neatly around him to make the scene presentable. Mom sat down. By now she had stopped crying, but started again as she touched his hand. Chad began to cry again too. I stood behind both of them looking at my Dad. I still couldn't cry. I wanted to, I was truly intensely sad, but there seemed no tears.