Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 15:06:40 -0700 From: Boy Writer Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 9 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 9 My first swim meet was in October, against San Diego High School. SDHS was our biggest local rival and had beaten us in the past. But, the previous year, my team had gone to state championships and were the current champs. We had a lot to live up to, especially without Pete on the team to boost us and to win all his events. That morning, I had set the alarm early, so I could get in the shower before Chad. I needed to shave my whole body for the meet. Not all of us did this, but it cut down on the drag in the water, and some of us were superstitious about taking every precaution. As I was stepping into the shower, I felt a hand on my back. It was Chad, reaching for my razor, already holding a bar of soap. Despite my little bit of fear that he might cut me, I gave Chad the razor. "Be careful, Squirt," I said as I leaned down to kiss him. "I will, I promise," Chad said, looking over my body like he was studying a great task. Chad slowly began to lather my body with soap, and small section by small section, he shaved my whole body. I am naturally smooth on my torso, except for a small happy trail, which Chad removed in one stroke. My arms and legs were hair, but Chad made short order of those too. I obviously stopped him at my pubes. Those were covered anyway, and I thought shaved pubes looked funny. I did take the razor and quickly shaved my balls, much to Chad's fascination, as he did not yet have hair on his testicles. The part I could tell Chad enjoyed the most was shaving my ass. I only had a light sort of peach fuzz on it, but Chad seemed to think it had to go, even thought I reminded him I would be wearing a Speedo, not a thong. It was when he asked me to spread my butt cheeks that I got nervous. "Oh no, it's way to easy to cut me in there," I said, looking back at my little brother, who was on his knees, his face inches from my ass. "Oh, come on, Chris," He said. "I will be really really careful. I swear. It'll be fun!" Grumbling and closing my eyes, I rested my face on the shower wall as I reach back and opened my rear end to my little brother's blade-wielding hands. He was very gentle about it and it actually kind of tickled. The sensations began to make my cock stir, which until then, had been a good boy about staying asleep. As Chad finished with the razor, he reach up and placed it on the small shelf in the shower, but did not get off his knees. As the water trickled down my now completely smooth hole, Chad began to bring his face closer to it. Chad still had not rimmed me before and I had assumed he was not interested in it. "Chad, you don't have to. I told you before..." "Shut up," Chad interrupted. "I want to." With that, he reached out with his tongue and lapped gently at my pink hole. I felt my hole opening and closing involuntarily in response to Chad's licking. He did a thorough job of running his tongue up and down my crack before beginning to make circles around my hole, as he had learned from me doing it to him damn near every night for last month and a half. It was when he began to plunge his tongue into my hole that I went really crazy. I had not had a tongue in my hole since the last time I was with Billy nine months earlier. It was a welcome return and I was hoping Chad liked it enough to do it again. Chad continued to force his face farther into my ass as he reached between my legs with his soapy hand and began to stroke my cock in a milking motion. The dual pleasure of his tongue in my hole and his hand on my rod was too much. Before I knew it, I was quietly squealing. Fucking Chad's hand and face simultaneously, I shot two huge spurts of cum that streaked across the shower wall. My body quivered and relaxed, opening my hole even wider, and sucking Chad's face in even farther, which he clearly loved, as he began to literally eat his way out of my crack. As Chad pulled his face from my ass and released my softening cock, my legs buckled beneath me and I fell gently to the floor. I knew I would need a few moments to recover, so I pulled Chad over to me and embraced him. "God, how did you learn to do that so well?" "Hello!" Chad said sarcastically. "You've only showed it to me like 25 times in the last few weeks. Didn't you know I was taking notes?" "I guess not," I said, pulling him closer to me and kissing him gently on the lips. We lay there on the floor of the shower, our bodies in a twisted oneness, and we made out while the warm water poured over us like rain. It was the best way to start a competition day. * * * At meets, I swam in 3 events. My first event was the 200 meter freestyle, which I always thought of as a warm up event, since my other events were much harder. This event is an event of sustained speed and it required remarkable timing with your breathing. If you can't hold your air long enough and place one breath just a few milliseconds early, your whole rhythm can be thrown. There were two other guys from my team who swam this event, and three from the SDHS team. One of these guys was Dillon McNally. Dillon swam all the same events as me, and was also a junior. I secretly felt like the meets between our schools was a personal competition between the two of us. One of us always won our event, and the other always came in a close second. My greatest prowess was in the 1500 meter freestyle. It is an endurance race which most people do not have the stamina to do. 1500 meters is the marathon of the pool in many ways. It was also my mom's even in Montreal in 1972, so it had a lot of special meaning to her and I that this was an event I always dominated in. Like I said before, other people on the team, especially Ricky, were faster than me, but no one had the kind of endurance I did in the pool. Of course, Dillon also swam this event. My final event was my fun event. It's the 4 x 200 meter relay. This event is how I met and became friends with my gang. Peter, Allen, Ricky, and I were the four on our team who swam this event. The strategy in this event, like any relay, is about the order your swimmers go in. Each swimmer goes across the pool and back twice, same distance as my short race. But, if you want to win, your first swimmer needs to put your ahead of the others, and your last swimmer needs to be able to catch up if needed. Pete had always been first in this event, because of his speed. Allen and I switched off on the second and third spots because we were consistent swimmers, but not the fastest. Ricky, naturally, brought up the rear, because his speed in the water was often what would save us in the last minute. Without Pete on the team this year, coach was assigning new swimmers to the relays. Allen and Ricky and I felt a little put out that we got the only freshman on the varsity team. He was a transfer from somewhere in Utah. He came from a big Mormon family, with two older brothers also attending my school, and one younger sister attending Chad's school. He was a good swimmer---he had to be to get on the varsity team. But, something about him made me stop and think a lot. He was a total compact little hottie in every way possible. He was about 5 foot 5 inches tall, 130 pounds of pure lean muscle, brown hair, blue eyes, a 26 inch waist, abs of steel, and the kind of frame that was just made to rocket through water. I had, of course, noticed in the locker room after practice, that he had a monster cock. I mean, it was probably only a little more than average length, but very thick, with really nice, dangly balls. I suppose his body size is what really made it seem so big. Anyway, I did not know him well yet, but I was getting to. What struck me about him was his quietness and shyness around people, especially when the topic of girls came up. I wasn't sure if he was just not at the point where he was into that yet, or if it was a religious thing, or if there was a chance he and I had something significant in common. Of course, there was no way to know that yet. Some of the other kids made fun of him for his religion, but the other teammates and I always had his back. I had met his mom after practice one day, and she was obviously the sweetest woman. Lord knows how she raised 8 kids (there were 4 more who were elementary school age). So, our meet was on Thursday afternoon. Mom was obviously there, as she was the coach for the girls team at my school. Chad had gotten a ride from his friend Gary's mom, and was arriving just as I started my first event. I could hear him cheering from the stands each time I came up for air. I swept through the water like a shark that day. It felt good to be back in competition form and in the favorite place on earth - THE POOL. I finished the 200 meter 0.03 seconds behind Dillon McNally, and I thought his head would explode from the boost to his ego, as he came up to me afterwards. "So, Chris... Didn't get much swimming in this summer I can see." He said, patting me on the back as if I needed some comfort. "Fuck you, Dillon," I said. "You know I will still kick you ass in the 1500." "We'll see," He said, continuing to egg me on. "Can't imagine what would keep someone like you out of the water. More pressing issues than swimming come up?" His words cut like a knife. What an asshole! I balled my hand into a first and was just about to turn around, when Allen caught my shoulder. "He's not worth it Benton," Allen said, sounding more like a captain than I had heard in weeks. "And he doesn't know what you've been through." "I know," I said, walking away. Allen went up to Dillon as I left and I could faintly hear their conversation from a distance. "Well, congrats on captain, Allen. I guess you're reaping the benefits of whatever kept Chris from the water this summer." Dillon was clearly trying to make sure I heard. "You're an asshole, Dillon!" Allen said. "Chris' father died in August and he spent that last two months taking care of his mother and brother. You think you could cut him some slack? Or are you an even bigger asshole than I thought?" Allen's tone was aggressive. I did not hear the rest of the conversation, but I didn't want to. I was actually kind of mad at Allen for telling Dillon about my dad. He wasn't anyone I cared about or wanted to have feeling sorry for me. Besides, I had only about 30 minutes to regain my stamina for my big event. So, I wrapped my towel around my waist and I went up to the stands to see Chad, who was very excited to show me off to his new friend. "Oooh, Gary, this is my big brother Chris!" he shouted. "Hi." Gary looked less than interested. We shook hands as I sized him up, trying to see if he was a friend of the family, if you know what I mean. I couldn't tell, but he seemed nice enough, just aloof like most of the 'cool' kids are at that age. "Not a big fan of swimming?" I tried to show some sympathy. It was obvious Chad had drug him along. "Not really, sorry," He said, then added, "But my mom said your mom was in the Olympics or something. That's pretty cool." Chad immediately launched into his story about Mom and Montreal, and how she met Dad. I politely excused myself to focus on my next event. Besides, I had heard Chad's version of the story about 1,876 times. Soon enough, I was on the block again, next to Dillon, leaping into the water for the 1500. It was a long race. I thought about Dad again, and Mom, Chad, and the many events of the last few months. I was careful not to think about Chad too much, for fear that I might get a hard on and create extra drag in the water. When we finally came to the end of the race, I realized I had forgotten about my competition. As I rose my head out of the water, I heard the buzzer and looked over and the clock, realizing I had won! Vindication was mine, but I was not interested in claiming it. I had to find the relay guys and make sure we were all warmed up for our relay, which would be the last even of the day. But, as I got out of the pool, Dillon came running after me. I was growing impatient with him by now. "Hey, Chris, wait up," he hollered. "What do you want, Dillon?" I said, turning to meet his eyes with mine. He looked different, softer, nice even. This made my guard go up even more, which he tore down with what he said. "Chris, man, congratulations! And, I am so sorry. I didn't know about your dad. Man, that sucks. I didn't mean to give you shit." He actually looked like he meant it. He went on to add, "Dude, I know how rough it is. My dad died a couple years ago. My mom says that's why I am such a dickhead." I could tell he had not intended to add the part about being a dickhead, as he began to turn a little red in the face. It was all I could do not to laugh. I could tell he needed a little rescuing. "Dude, thanks. Now I don't feel so bad. If your mom even thinks you are a dickhead, I don't feel bad at all for thinking it." I had a sinister grin on my face. "Ugh, you creep," He said, turning to walk away. "I was really trying to be nice." "Hold up," I said, grabbing Dillon by the arm and turning him around. "I was trying to lighten the mood a little. That was very nice of you. Thank you for saying that. And, hey, I'm sorry about your dad too." We stood there looking at each other a moment, kind of unsure where to go from there. Then, we both moved in slowly and gave each other a very masculine, very quick hug. Naturally, we both immediately got uncomfortable and walked away. My last event went very well. We won our relay, thanks in large part to the new kid, Jeff. He put us so far ahead of the other team on the first leg of the relay that they could not have caught up if they had wanted to. It was a great victory for us all. Allen, Ricky and I patted Jeff on the back and chest, and tossled his hair, over praising him. You could tell he liked all the attention, but remained very quiet. He reminded me of one of those cartoons character who looks at their feet saying things like 'golly' and swinging their foot back and forth on the ground. Chad and Mom came running over just then to hug me. Chad was a little overzealous with his hug, considering how wet I was. As he stepped back, the whole front of his shirt was drenched. Mom began to congratulate the guys, especially Jeff. She was also relaying how the girls meet had gone in the other pool. I noticed as Mom talked that Chad's eyes were studying Jeff. What was most alarming to me, and went unnoticed by everyone else I am sure, is that hungry look I had come to love so much coming into Chad's eyes. Mom's words were suddenly drown out and everything went in slow motion a moment and I realized my little brother was lusting after a boy on my team. Chad's eyes drifted down, examining Jeff's package, which seemed to make his hunger deepen. Then, as I looked down, I realized my little bro was having an uncomfortable problem. Through the fabric in his shorts, I could see Chad was trying to adjust his dick through his pocket. His gaze was glued to Jeff's crotch, his lips began to part in awe, and his eyes glazed over. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught something about Jeff and turned to look. MY GOD, Jeff was hard! I had only guessed at how big it was hard, but I was shocked to see the real thing. It was probably 7 inches long, but at least 7 inches in circumference, making it about as thick as a soda can. Jesus, no wonder Chad looked so hungry. The outline of it, coupled with his balls, was gorgeous. You could actually trace the outline of his head. The pressure of his dick was pushing his speedo away from his body. From my angle, I could see some of his still-wet pubic hairs. I could also tell that he was only seconds away from popping completely out of his speedo. Jeff seemed to realize this himself, as he moved his towel over his midsection, hiding his problem As I looked back at my little brother, he has now full-on licking his lips, clearly forgetting that others were around. And yet, still, I was the only one who noticed. It made me insane with jealousy as that knot reappeared in my stomach. I wanted to shake Chad and hit Jeff. Hell, I would have even hit Gary, just because he was there, even though I didn't think he was gay. There stood Gary by Chad's side while he was ogling Jeff. Between the two of them, it was clear my brother was determined to eventually get someone other than me in bed. Just then, Chad's eyes returned to mine. He looked frightened as his eyes met mine. He could tell I had seen him and that I knew what he was thinking. His eyes became somewhat desperate, as if to apologize to me. He started to open his mouth, but stopped himself, realizing he could not speak openly in present company. As much as the look in his eyes had pierced my heart, I kept reminding myself that I was his brother, and that someday he was going to want a real boyfriend whether I liked it or not. Besides, I had not stopped looking at guys with that lust in my eyes. Who was I to be mad at Chad for being a healthy, normal, horny young man, just like his big brother? My eyes still locked on Chad's, as hard as it was to be the mature, understanding big brother, I knew he needed just that from me. I winked at him and smiled. He immediately had a sense of relief on his face and his shoulders relaxed. He stepped forward and hugged me again, which was rather out of place, considering we had just done that. Mom looked over at as, probably trying to figure out what was going on between us. As Chad released me from our hug, I winked at Mom, indicating I had everything under control. I knew Chad and I would need to have another talk that night. * * * About 30 minutes later, after showing, I was standing at my locker wrapped in my towel with my Speedo, freshly rinsed from the shower in my hand. I pulled my gym bag out for my locker and began to methodically inventory and re-organize the contents. I had taken longer in the shower than the other guys, as I was rehearsing what to say to Chad later that night. By the time I was at my locker, the other guys had all cleared out. We were all going to meet up at Corvette Diner in an hour. Corvette Diner was a 50s themed place a lot of the high school kids hung out at after games and dances. It was, and still is, located in the heart of the Hillcrest, which is generally accepted as the gay neighborhood of San Diego. Of course, back then, I only vaguely knew that from guys I had talked to online. Anyway, I was getting my things together at my locker, when heard someone entering the locker room, but figured it was coach or someone coming to check if we were all finished dressing, so the locker room could be locked. As I dropped my towel and stood there naked, I heard a soft gasp form behind me. Turning around, I saw Dillon standing there. He had put some shorts and a t-shirt on, apparently over his Speedo, judging by the dampness of his shorts. His team had left and I wondered what he was doing still there. "Uh, Dillon. You miss your bus, dude?" I watched for a response, but realized his eyes were fixed on my dick, which was beginning to get hard from the audience. "Dillon!" I repeated louder. "Oh, uhm, sorry, Chris," Dillon said, regaining his focus and looking up at my face. "You need something, dude?" "Uhm, well, I wanted to come and say thanks for out there." His eyes had drifted back to my cock. I covered my half-hard cock with my hand, which caused Dillon to look up, turning even redder in the face. "Oh, sorry, dude," He said. "It's just that it's so big...uhm, I mean, I came cuz I wanted to give you my number. You know, in case you wanted to talk or something. Or maybe swim together sometime." Swim together? Did I look like an idiot? I realized Dillon was actually trying to ask me out on a date. It had never occurred to me that he might be gay. And if he was, I wasn't sure I wanted to date him. He was nice on the deck earlier, but I still thought he was a creep. Still, he was reasonably cute, and my dick was hard at that point after all. I realized Dillon was holding a folded piece of paper in his right hand. I saw an opportunity before me. "Oh, sure, dude," I said, stepping over to him and letting my hand fall from my cock. I purposely moved in too close as I reach down and took the paper from his hand. I opened it, reading the number carefully. "Uhm, that's my own line. No one else answers it," he said, his eyes never leaving my dick. "You know, Dillon, if you want something, we don't have to wait until I have time to call you." I sat down on the bench in front of the lockers, letting my now-rock-hard 8 inches stand straight out from between my legs, pointing right at Dillon. "Oh god" was all he could find the breath to say. I could tell his shorts were bulging from his hardening cock. "No need to waste our time on the phone, is there? Let's just get to it, why don't we?" With that, I reached down and gripped my dick. I threw my head back, closing my eyes and began to slowly stroke my cock. Dillon looked like he was in a trance as he dropped his backpack and came forward, falling to his knees in front of my cock. He took it from my hand without a word and plunge down onto it. I felt a shudder as my cock head hit the back of his soft throat. He pushed hard, trying to get it all in his mouth with one movement. It was obvious he could not take one as big as mine, but he tried until tears began to fill his eyes and I could tell he was choking himself a little. Resigning against deep throating, Dillon began to bob his head up and down my cock. His right hand found my balls, which he began squeezing, and his left hand walked its way up to my nipple, which he began to pinch gently. I could tell he had done this before. "Mmmmmm, Dillon, that's great. Just like that." I encouraged him. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, his mouth full of my cock. At one point, I thought I heard footsteps near the door, but looking over, I didn't see anyone, so I dismissed it. I leaned forward and began to reach down for his crotch, but Dillon pushed my hand away gently and shook his head a bit. Figuring he was more into giving than getting, I leaned back and let him do his work. It was not long before Dillon had found the right rhythm and was making my orgasm build. I knew it would not be long now. "Oh, Dillon, you're gonna make me blow a load, dude!" I moaned. Dillon's pace sped up as he seemed determined to make me cum as fast as he could. It was like he was still in the pool, racing me, like he could somehow beat me to my own orgasm. Without a word, I began to cream the inside of his mouth with my load. He moaned in appreciation for the treat as he swallowed it greedily. I was reduced to panting by that point and could not find words. When I was finished, Dillon slurped my dick dry and stood up. "Thanks," he said, turning to leave. How unaffectionate, I remember thinking. "Dillon, hold up," I said, standing and stopping him. As he turned around, I grabbed him by both shoulders and pulled him towards me, kissing him on the lips and pushing my tongue into his mouth. Dillon pulled back suddenly with a look of surprise on his face. He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes. I thought maybe he was trying to figure out if I was gay. Maybe he had thought I was just straight and willing to let him do me, but kissing him had clearly made him stop to think. I pulled him back in, kissing him again. This time, he kissed back with a vengeance. His hands found the back of my head, pulling me closer into him. His hips thrust forward and I could feel his bulge against my thigh. We stayed like this for at least 2 minutes, sucking face like we were a straight couple at lover's lane. Then, we both broke off suddenly. His face turned red and he began to look worried. I knew how he felt. This was my rival, my arch enemy for all intents and purposes. If he ever got truly upset, I had now given him the ammunition to ruin me. And he had done the same. Our bodies both stiffened as we stepped back from one another. "This never happened," Dillon said in his best dickhead tone. With that, he left. I was standing there alone with my soft, moist dick between my legs, very disappointed in myself. Of all the people to have a weak moment with, why the one person I hated the most? Sure, he had showed his nice side at the pool, but that was no reason to go getting all mushy. He wasn't even that attractive in my eyes. I guess I had just been horny, but what a chance to take. My only insurance policy against him squealing was the fact that his departing comment revealed that he was not out either and could not afford any bad publicity himself. I went about packing my gym bag, while I chastised myself in my head. * * * Allen drove me home from the restaurant and I got in around 10 pm. Mom and Chad both seemed to be asleep, as the house was quiet and dark. I had wanted to talk with Chad about his lusting after my teammate, so I went to my room, dropped my bag, and returned to his room, knocking lightly. There was no answer, but I could see a little bit of light under the door, so I knew he was awake. I knocked a bit louder. "Come in," I heard Chad say reluctantly. "Hey, Squirt," I said as I pushed the door open. "I was hoping we could talk." "I'm tired," was the only response I got. Chad didn't look up at me. He was fully clothed, which was quite unusual for him at this hour. I realized something was wrong. "Uh oh, what happened?" I asked, as I walked in the room. "Nothing. I said I am tired," he repeated in a somewhat irritated tone. Chad set his book down and rolled away from me in his bed. Realizing I must have done something wrong, I grabbed his desk chair and wheeled it over next to his bed, sitting down in it backwards, with the back rest against my chest, my legs straddling the sides. "Chad, what is it?" I said softly. "If I did something, tell me. I don't like this." Chad rolled over and shot me an evil stare as he sat up in his bed, crossing his arms in front of him. "I saw you. You hugged him by the pool, and then... th-then... I saw you in the loc-ker r-room, and he w-was... Ugh." Chad's speech broke up and he began to sob horribly, burying his face in his hands. I thought back to that afternoon, when I thought I had heard footsteps. I realized it must have been Chad running out of the locker room after coming in to look for me. What had I done? Not only had I revealed my biggest secret to a creep by letting him blow me, but I had let my little brother catch me doing it. My heart sank into my stomach and I felt my eyes begin to sting as they filled with my own tears. I wanted to apologize and explain myself. But, I also knew that I was planning to talk to Chad about how it was okay for him to want other guys. We had both talked about having boyfriends and our futures before, but with my jealousy earlier and his hurt now, it was clear we had to work some things out. That last thing I could ever stand was hurting Chad. There I sat, my brother crying because of my stupidity. I didn't know what else to do. I got up from the chair and knelt down by Chad's bed, trying to stop my crying and I reached out for him. He hugged himself tighter, rejecting my embrace. In that moment, I thought my heart was breaking. How had something so beautiful between us turned into something so painful? "Oh, Chad, I'm so sorry. I didn't do it to hurt you." I was being careful with my words. I did not want to say I should not have done it, because I knew one or both of us would do it again. "I was horny and he was there, so we just did it. I wasn't thinking really. Sometimes, when guys get real horny that just happens. It doesn't mean anything except we both needed to get some. Please, Chad, don't be mad at me. This is exactly what I wanted to talk about." "You don't love him?" Chad asked, sniffling a bit and wiping his eyes with his forearm. "Dillon McNally? Hell no!" I said. "I don't even like him. I just got stupid for a minute and let him suck my dick." "But I was right there, and I would have sucked it for you." Chad was still looking so distraught. "Oh, baby bro, I know you would have. And, It would have meant something if you had done it. I love you. With Dillon, it was just a thing, we didn't feel anything. In fact, afterwards, we both regretted it." I was looking directly into his eyes now. I wanted to make sure he knew how sincere I was. "Oh, I hadn't thought of it that way," he said. "But, Chad, we still need to talk," I said in a serious tone. "We are both going to get horny and want to be with other guys. That's normal. It's not as special as when we are with each other, but it's still healthy and normal to do it, as long as it is safe and you trust the person. We can't expect to only be with each other. I have seen how excited you are about Gary. And you know I saw the way you were drooling over Jeff." With this, I poked him a bit in the side and winked. "Hey, it's not my fault," Chad said defensively with a guilty grin on his face. "You teammates are practically naked, and he's, well... he's BIG." Chad's eyes glassed over a bit as I could tell he was remembering back on the afternoon. It was all I could do not to laugh at him. He was practically drooling. "Hey," I said, acting offended. "I will have you know I have seen him completely naked and mine is still bigger... Well, longer at least." "Oh, Chris, I didn't mean it like... It wasn't about you... I just..." "You were just being horny, Chad. That's all I was doing when you saw me with Dillon. It doesn't mean we don't love each other. But, it's okay to think it, and feel it, and especially to talk to each other about it." "I guess you are right, Chris." Chad scooted over and put his arms around me. After a moment, he pulled back with another look of concern on his face. "But, what about if one of us loves the person we sleep with?" I could tell Chad was worried about exactly what I was... Someday, what we had would have to stop if either of us was going to have a real boyfriend. "I don't know, bro. If you fell in love with someone, I would be so happy for you. Of course, I would miss being with you like we have been, but I would still be your big bro. And, I would still be happy for you and there for you. And, as long as whoever you love loves you back and treats you right, that will have to be okay with me. I guess we'll have to see when we get there." "Yeah, I guess," Chad said, pausing to process all we had discussed. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" "Of course, Squirt." With that, I put my arms under him and picked him up in a cradle hold. I surprised myself a bit that I could lift him up. I carried Chad into my room, laying him on the bed. We both quickly stripped and I jumped in bed with him. We met each others in an embrace and began to kissing like lovers. It was becoming one of our favorite activities. We were both so tired that after kissing a long while, we quietly drifted off to sleep in each others' arms.