Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2012 12:07:58 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 4 Incest: brothers (b/b/b oral urination) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young brothers and what they discover together. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I'm grateful for the many responses to the first three chapters! The responses help me assess various options for a story, and I do listen to readers. I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com And THIS IS IMPORTANT: Readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 4 The boys had just enough time to figure out a plan for including Bruce's best buddy, eight-year-old Charlie, in their sexcapades. They were still putting their clothes back on when the doorbell rang. Bruce opened the door, ran out to say "hi" to Charlie's mother in the car at the curb, and brought Charlie in to introduce to his big brother. "This is Charlie, Jack." Jack realized that he probably looked half-demented as he stood there with his mouth agape. Charlie was the same age as Bruce, but he was smaller, a little thinner, and he looked a least a year younger; he could easily have passed for a seven-year-old. But that wasn't the reason Jack was stunned. Charlie was a little beauty! His dark curly hair surrounded an angelic face, centered on dark eyes and full lips. And he was the color of chocolate. His smooth skin looked like a blend of cream and rich chocolate. Jack had expected a little boy rather like his own brother. But Charlie was something more exotic. Much more! "Charlie's from... Seery... ah..." Charlie smiled a shy little smile. "Not really. My dad is from Sri Lanka, and my mother is white. So, I'm..." He shrugged and grinned. Gorgeous, Jack thought. "We just moved here from San Francisco." And that seemed to be the extent of little Charlie's contribution of the conversation. "Come on, Charlie; let's find a movie to watch." Bruce was following the first step in their plan. The boys selected a movie, started the DVD, and lay on the floor on their bellies to watch. Jack sat back on the couch, more interested in the two little boys than any movie. Their heads were almost touching as they propped them up on their hands -- blond and black; their shoulders touched occasionally as they moved. Their little boy butts looked like four little mounds of... boybutt. Soon, Bruce started wiggling his ass, moving his crotch against the carpeting. This was step two. Charlie didn't seem to notice. In a moment Charlie sat up and saind, "I need to use the bathroom." He waited for directions. "Sure, Charlie," Jack said. "Up the stairs and on the left." Charlie quickly went up the stairs. Bruce looked at Jack with a question on his face. There was a bathroom downstairs. Why...? "Go on, Brucie," Jack whispered. "I guess this is Plan B. Get up there and pee with him." Bruce got a wide smile. "And don't forget the door," Jack added. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. As interested as they were in pee, they'd discovered that if the door wasn't closed all the way and was angled just so, a guy could watch himself pee. Bruce ran up the stairs two steps at a time. Jack smiled. Here's a chance for you guys to pick up where you left off at recess, he thought. He sat back on the couch and tried to imagine what was happening upstairs. Two little peters... two streams of pee... There had been plenty of time for the boys to pee and get back downstairs, but they hadn't appeared yet. There's really something interesting going on up there, Jack thought. But after a silence of several minutes, there were still no boys on the steps. Jack went over to the bottom of the stairs to see if he could hear what was happening. He could barely hear two little-boy whispers and then some giggling. He smiled. Yeah, something is happening. He listened to the giggling for a while and finally heard the toilet flush. He hurried back to the couch. And the boys came down the stairs. And they were wearing only their little boy briefs! No clothes, no socks, just tighty-whities. Bruce was down at the bottom while Charlie was walking down more slowly, a little hesitant despite the fact he'd agreed to it. Jack had seen Bruce in his undies many times, of course, but it was Charlie who had his attention. Slim brown legs. A little-boy chest highlighted by unbelievably dark nipples. And a brown face, smiling while still hesitant. "It's okay, Charlie," Bruce encouraged him. Charlie stood on the bottom step, his small feet at the edge, his tiny toes curled into the carpeting. "Me and Jack, we just sit around in our undies lots. I mean, not when Mom is here, of course." Charlie walked over to stand next to Bruce in the center of the living room, his hands cupped over the little pouch in the front of his briefs. "Yeah," Jack said. No Plan B thought; we'll just wing it! "Just us guys, you know." "But you gotta take off your clothes, too," Bruce said to Jack; "just your tighty-whities," he grinned. "It's only fair." Jack stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He was rather proud of his chest -- for a thirteen-year old it was pretty good. His pecs were just beginning to show nicely, and so were is biceps. He looked at Charlie and saw that the boy was watching every move. Jack grinned as he unbuckled his belt, let his jeans fall to the floor, and kicked his shoes off. The little guys didn't have any socks on, so Jack pulled his off, too. He sat back down on the couch. What's gonna happen now, he wondered. The boys walked over and sat next to him, one on either side. Bruce was grinning so much Jack thought it must be painful! Little Charlie's eyes were racing over the body of the young teen who had stripped for them. But his attention focussed, finally, on the protruding pouch on Jack's white briefs. Bruce tightened his hand around his own little pouch once, and Jack could see there was a small tent beginning to form. "Um... I told Charlie about your big peter," Bruce said. But Bruce wasn't quite sure... he was winging it now, too. Jack reached down and squeezed his cock through the white cotton and felt it grow in his hand. The he let go and sat back on the couch. Bruce said, "Uh.. I told him it's lots bigger than ours, and a little hair, even." Well, fuck, Jack thought, grinning to himself. Should have let little Brucie make all the plans! The boys had obviously shown each other their little peters upstairs, and Bruce had directed their conversation to the big cock downstairs. But he could see that this sudden turn of things was making Charlie a bit uncomfortable. "Come on, Charlie," Jack said, patting the couch beside him. And Charlie scooted over a bit. "It's just us guys here, and well... Brucie and I just like to sit around in our undies sometimes, like Bruce said. I guess it's a guy thing." Bruce scooted a little closer to his big brother on the other side. Jack felt his warm little leg brush against his thigh, and he saw Charlie look down at their thighs -- one thicker and beginning to show muscle and one slender and dark. "Why do you call them tighty-whities?" Charlie asked. "Well, they're white," Jack grinned, "and they're tight. Sometimes tighter than others. Real tight when there's something growing inside. And I think there's something growing inside three tighty-whities right now." Charlie grinned. "It's okay, Charlie," Jack said. "Scoot over here. We're just messing around like guys do, you know." Charlie moved a little closer, and Jack put his arm around those smooth chocolate shoulders. He felt Charlie tense for a moment, then relax against him, one of his shoulders and his side against Jack's naked flesh. Jack felt the skin-to-skin contact and his cock flex, and he wondered if the boys had noticed that. "It's just us boys," he said again. And he lay his other hand on the boy's thigh. Charlie tensed again, then relaxed. Jack rubbed the little brown thigh and made sure his fingers brushed -- only once -- over the boy's pouch. There's a peter in there that isn't completely soft, he thought to himself. He raised his hand to Charlie's warm belly and began to rub it lightly, slowly, gently. Charlie sighed and relaxed further into the arms and against the side of the bigger boy. Jack continued to rub for a while, and all of them were silent. One little brown beauty, a lean pale teen, and a little boy on his other side who couldn't keep from rubbing his crotch. "I told him, maybe you'd let him touch it... see it..." Bruce said hesitantly. "We can do that if you want, sure," Jack said, still talking to Charlie. "But we'll do only what you want to do, you know. Nobody has to do anything they don't want." He pulled his hand from Charlie's belly, squeezed his little pouch gently, and moved his arm aside. He left his other arm around Charlie's shoulder. Jack moved only slightly, just enough for the young boy to feel the skin-to-skin touch of their thighs. The hand over Charlie's shoulder fell a little lower, and Jack moved his fingers lightly over the boy's smooth chest. He felt the tiny nipples as his hand moved. "If you want, Charlie, you can put your hand on it," Jack said quietly. He glanced down and saw that his cock was so hard the white pouch could hardly contain it. There was a wet spot on it. The edges of the pocket in his y-fronts were pulled tight and away from his legs. Charlie lifted his hand and lay it on Jack's thigh. Jack felt the warm little fingers crawl over his skin. After a pause, Charlie gently rested his hand on Jack's briefs, right on the tent that had formed. "That feels nice," Jack said quietly. "Thank you, Charlie. Rub it a little for me, okay?" Charlie's eyes were fastened on the big mound under his hand as he squeezed it and then rubbed it up and down once. He gave a little sigh at the discovery between the teen's legs. He got up his courage enough to squeeze it again. He could feel the heat through the soft cotton, but the big peter felt so hard... so long... His fingers traced the outline of Jack's shaft and found the big cockhead. He sucked in his breath as his fingers passed over and and around it... then again... It felt so big... "You want to see it?" Bruce asked. Charlie nodded. "Sure, you can if you want. But, you know," Jack said, "it's really not fair." He smiled. " I mean, you two have already seen your peters. And if I'm going to show you mine, you should show me yours. Only fair. Deal?" Charlie nodded his head, and Jack felt the black curls brush against his chest. "So, I'll go first?" Jack asked. Charlie scooted away from him so Jack could hook his thumbs in his waistband. Jack raised his hips a bit and pulled his briefs down to his knees. His 6-and-a-half inches were at full staff, and his cock slapped against his belly. He pulled the briefs all the way off and tossed them aside. Charlie had never seen another boy's peter before that day, when he'd seen Bruce pull his little undies down to show off. He glanced at his buddy and saw that he was rubbing the mound in those same undies. Then he realized his own peter was stiffening. It felt warm and good around his midsection. He watched Bruce reach over to his brother and close his hand around the big cock. Jack smiled and said, "Oh, that's nice." "You can touch it," Bruce said to Charlie. And Charlie didn't hesitate a moment. He'd wanted to touch Bruce's peter upstairs, but Bruce hadn't suggested it. And now he found himself eager to touch a real cock on a big teen... He reached out and touched Jack's big red cockhead; he squeezed it, feeling its thickness and sponginess. He watched it bob around in reaction to his touch. Then he followed Bruce's lead and closed his hand around the shaft. He sucked in his breath. It was so warm! The skin was so soft and silky as he moved it a bit, but the inside was so hard. He squeezed once. "Now maybe you guys should do the same thing for me," Jack suggested. "Let me see you." Bruce immediately stood up and pulled his briefs off quickly. Jack loved the look of that hard little peter, and loved it more every time he saw it. The brothers looked over at Charlie, who was looking Bruce over carefully. He stood up and moved in front of Jack. He pulled his waistband down and slowly stepped out of his briefs. "My god, you're beautiful!" Jack spoke before he realized it. But Charlie's peter was such a dark chocloate -- much darker than his skin -- his little dickhead round and a little pointed at the tip. And he was four inches long at least! Maybe closer to four-and-a-half. At eight years of age! Jack had seen guys at school -- his own age -- with dicks that weren't any bigger. Charlie's chocolate balls were still little and tucked up against his body, but his peter was standing proudly outward, pointing just a little to the left. Jack found himself breathing heavily as he looked this gorgeous boy over, from head to toe. And that peter! "Wow!" Bruce said. "I didn't know you were that big, Charlie. That's awesome." Apparently the younger boys hadn't gotten each other hard upstairs, Jack thought. Charlie grinned and looked down at the floor, a little embarrassed at his nakedness in front of them and a little embarrassed about his friend's praise of his peter. "Turn around, Charlie." Jack just had to see that tight little brown ass, now that it was freed from the briefs. Charlie's boybutt was as beautiful of as the rest of him, two dark mounds of boy flesh. Jack reached down and stroked his cock just as Charlie turned back to them, and Charlie grinned at him, his eyes on that big cock and the hand pleasuring it. "You jack off?" Bruce asked. He was anxious to get on with it, now. Jack grinned. "Let him tell us what he wants, Brucie. We're all just here to enjoy ourselves. You know, Charlie, boys have always enjoyed playing with their peters. And Bruce and I sure do." Bruce had started to stroke his three inches to lengthen it as much as possible, still not able to believe that his buddy's peter was so big. "You want to have a little fun, Charlie? We can show you what Bruce and I do." "Yeah," Charlie said. Jack pulled Bruce over in front of him, standing him right next to Charlie. He reached for Bruce's peter and began to stroke it slowly. Bruce reached for his brother's cock and returned the favor. Charlie stepped around to the side to watch the two peters -- so different than his. Bruce moaned his pleasure, turned his head to Charlie, and said, "It feels so good, Charlie." He paused. "Uh... can... can I do you?" Charlie didn't say a word, but he stepped closer to his best buddy. Bruce switched hands so he could stroke Jack's big thick peter with one hand and Charlie's smaller, dark peter. He didn't know which peter to watch; they were both wonderful -- and both were in his hands! Jack watched Charlie as his little brother wanked his peter. Charlie's dark eyes were slowly closing as the boy abandoned himself to the heat in his peter, his groin... He groaned softly, then opened his eyes to see if anyone had heard him. He grinned when he saw both brothers looking at his small form and his dark peter. "OO ooo fuck, Jack, I'm gonna do it... oh yeah..." Bruce moaned. Jack moved his fingers faster on the little three inch nail. Bruce put one hand on Jack's shoulder to brace himself. He felt his thighs begin to quiver and that hot place inside him grow hotter, bigger... it was taking over his whole body... he was going to explode with it... "Ahhh.... yea yea... yea yea..." His high little voice sounded his pleasure as his dry cum hit him, as waves of sweet lightness washed all over his body. When his orgasm had subsided, he was left panting, his head on his brother's shoulder. Charlie, whose peter had been released when Bruce's orgasm began, stood with his mouth open, wondering what had just happened. Whatever it was, it must have been great. Bruce's cries of pleasure were unmistakable. He felt Jack's hand on his arm, and the bigger boy pulled him down on the couch beside him; Jack's arm slipped around Charlie's shoulder. Bruce still stood in front of his brother, breathing deeply, his worn little peter limp in front of them. "Do you know what happened?" Jack asked. Charlie shook his head; such things were never discussed at his house. Jack turned to him, and Bruce sank down to the carpet, his head resting on Jack's thigh. He listened to Jack explain things to Charlie, just as he'd explained them to him. He smiled as he listened. He must have the best brother in the world, he thought. "Do you want Brucie to make you feel good, like he did?" Jack finally asked. Charlie nodded enthusiastically. He was used to getting his peter hard when he was in bed at night, sneaking his hand down inside his pajamas. It felt so good to be hard. But something very different had happened here. And he wanted it to happen to him. Bruce reached around Jack's thigh and closed his hand around Charlie's peter. He scooted in front of him so he could stroke him better, following his brother's caution not to do it too fast. Charlie threw his head back against Jack's shoulder and felt the warm hand of his buddy stroke his peter, up and down. It felt so much better, being hard, when another hand was doing it! He relaxed and breathed softly. The sight Jack watched made him so horny he reached for his own cock and began to stroke slowly. A little white hand circling the little chocolate dick, obviously bringing more of a thrill to the brown boy than he'd ever had. But Charlie was so turned on by what he had seen before, it wasn't long before his ass began to writhe against the couch, and a little moan escaped his dark lips. He sucked one of those lips into his mouth to keep from being louder as the heat in his peter grew and spread into his body as never before. He sat up suddenly, needing to see what was happening; Bruce's hand was moving up and down Charlie's peter faster. Charlie let out a long sigh as he watched his peter move so rapidly in Bruce's hand. But he gasped when something new, something different, began to happen inside him. A knot... a tightness... growing bigger... so big he knew it would bust out of his belly... "Ah..." Charlie began more quietly, but his moan became louder and higher as his first dry cum hit him. He felt something moving inside, racing around inside him as though it were trying to find a way out. His peter was so stiff now. He placed his hands on both of Bruce's shoulders and looked down. His belly was shaking inside! His thighs... his peter... And a strong wave rippled from deep within him, moving outward, engulfing his whole body... and his peter... his peter... "AAaaaaaaaa... uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Over and over, he was swept away with waves of sensation. "AAaaaaaaa..." When it was done, he wilted back into Jack's waiting arms and found himself nestled against the teen's chest. Bruce dropped his hand, pleased at the pleasure he's obviously given his best friend. Jack looked down at the beautiful angelic face, the eyes closed now, the lips pursed as the boy's breaths came a little slower. Jack said quietly, "It's great what boys can do for each other, isn't it?" Little Charlie didn't speak, but the tightening of his hand around Jack's arm was his answer. He felt a soft, warm brush against his forehead and opened his eyes. Had Jack just kissed him on the forehead? Jack sat him up and hugged him; Charlie melted into the arms of the bigger boy, still in awe of the sweet boy secret that had been shared with him. Jack's tight nipple was right in front of his lips. For some reason, he wanted to kiss it. But he hesitated. This was a new world for him and he would let his friends open it for him. He felt Bruce's hand on his shoulder and turned to hug him. Bruce's arms circled his buddy. "This was your first one, wasn't it?" he asked. Charlie nodded. They stood for a moment, enjoying the first time the two best friends had ever had this kind of body-to-body, skin-to-skin contact. They hugged each other tightly. The boys relaxed and decided to go into the kitchen to get something for lunch. Charlie was surprised that they walked through the house naked, but he followed their lead. He watched both of them as Jack got some lunchmeat from the refridgerator and bread from the cabinet. Jack's long peter, soft now, was swinging with every movement, and Jack looked over and grinned. Charlie thought Bruce was cuter when he was naked than he ever was at school, his peter bobbing and his butt wiggling. When the phone rang, Jack answered it. He turned and grinned at Bruce. "Mom's not coming home right after work. She's going to dinner and a movie. Won't be back until maybe 1 am. Said we'll have to get something to eat on our own." He walked over and tweaked Bruce's peter. "Of course, we're been eating all day." The boys giggled. Charlie thought Bruce was so lucky to have a big brother like Jack. They ate their lunch quickly, with unspoken agreement that they wanted to get back to their games. "Upstairs now," Jack announced. The two younger boys bounded up the steps, Jack following. He smiled at the boybutts in front of him, white and brown, vanilla and chocolate. "Gotta pee," Jack said as he detoured to the bathroom. "Me, too," Bruce said. Charlie followed them without hesitation into the bathroom. The brothers stopped at the toilet. Bruce looked up at Jack with a question on his face. "Later," Jack whispered to his little brother. Charlie watched them hold their peters and begin to pee -- both at the same time! Their pee streams crossed each other and splashed against each other as they shot into the bowl. Charlie had never watched a boy pee before he and Charlie had peed together -- he'd always wanted to -- and certainly not two brothers peeing at the same time! Jack led the way into their bedroom and went straight to the double bed that was his. The mattress was bare -- the laundry still in the dryer -- but that made no difference. The two little boys joined him, teasing each other and giggling. "Charlie, there's other ways to make your peter feel good like that, too. Want to try what Brucie and I like to do?" Charlie grinned. He certainly did. Whatever it was, he wanted it. He watched Jack scoot back against the headboard with a pillow behind his back. "Get up on the bed and walk over here," Jack smiled. Bruce held his hand to steady him as Charlie walked across the bed, and Jack placed his hands on the boy's waist and helped him plant his feet, one on each side of the teen. Jack looked up at the slender legs and limp little peter of the chocolate boy and felt his cock flex in anticipation. He put both hands on Charlie's butt cheeks and gently pulled him forward to himself. When he was close enough, he moved his face to the boy's groin and sucked in the little brown peter. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Charlie felt his peter surrounded suddenly by the warm, wet mouth. He looked down to see the white face at his groin, the lips pressed tightly against his pubic mound. He felt the suction, the licking... "OOOOOOOOOOoooooo yessssssss!" He'd never imagined a boy would put his mouth on another boy's peter, but this felt so wonderful, so awesome... The little chocolate peter in his mouth felt warm and hard against Jack's tongue. He sucked it and began to move his lips in and out, the little shaft moving slowly between his lips. He flicked his tongue against the little dickhead and listened to the boy above him sing his pleasure in a high, long song that made his own cock throb. He released the stiff little boydick and licked at the tiny chocolate balls beneath and hearing another sigh of pleasure. After enjoying the boyballs, he returned to slowly fuck his face on the stiff peter. Then he felt his own cock. He paused only long enough to look around Charlie to see Bruce sucking at his own six-and-a-half inches. Not one to be left out, his horny little brother! Sucking and being sucked. Jack was in ectascy. He didn't know which he enjoyed most -- the little hard brown peter in his mouth or the soft, wet lips working on his own cock. Two little boys, both pleasuring him! He licked and sucked faster. It had been a while since he'd had a cum, and with his little brother workng on him he needed release. He moved his hands on Charlie's brown butt so he could slowly snake a finger into his crack. A little deeper, and he felt it. A tight rosebud, probably as brown as the rest of the chocolate angel he was sucking. He felt Charlie start a bit when he felt the finger at his hole, but the boy began to move his hips into Jack's sucks, getting fully into an erotic moment few little boys get to experience. Jack moaned against the brown dick as he felt his cock stiffen in Bruce's mouth. He sucked the brown tube faster and wiggled his finger on the tight hole. He heard Charlie moan loudly and then cry a long sound of pure pleasure as his dry cum began. He twitched his hips uncontrolably, but Jack held him tightly. His little peter was on fire...! And Charlie bucked his groin harder as his dry cum sped through him. It seemed endless! So awesome! Totally spent when his orgams was through, Charlie fell limply onto the teen. It was so wonderful, what his friends could make him feel! Then he realized Jack was panting with short little breaths. He looked up to see Jack's eyes closed; then he looked around to see Bruce sucking on the big teen cock. Jack almost gagged in pleasure. Just as the little peter in his mouth began to spasm, he realized he was close to a cum himself. Charlie collapsed on him just as the heat deep inside Jack's belly grew so enormous it couldn't be contained inside him. He panted loudly and felt Bruce's suction pulling it outward... His balls drew up tight against him... It shot through his belly, up his cock, through his little cocklips... The first shot of cum was so hard it almost burned his cock! He pressed up at the mouth sucking but felt helpless as shot after shot of his cum entered his little brother's mouth. He could feel the boy swallow as his cockhead pulsed with more... and more... "OOOoooooooooooooooo fuck oooooooooooooooooooo..." Jack writhed as his cum was sucked out of him by the warm little mouth. Then he sighed a long loud sigh and felt himself wither, inside and out. One of the best cums he'd ever had... Charlie was watching as the teen's big cock moved rapidly in and out of Bruce's mouth. The sounds meant something big was going to happen, and he suddenly realized what it was. He'd heard the boys at school talk about it, and Jack had just told him about it. Cum. White cream. Shooting... It would shoot into Bruce's mouth, Charlie realized with a start. Bruce would... his mouth... Then Bruce pulled slightly back so the cockhead he was sucking was barely in his mouth. Charlie saw it! He saw the cock throb, then again... Bruce held the cockhead right outside his open mouth, and Charlie could see it! The cum was spewing out hard, and it was shooting right into Bruce's mouth...! Charlie couldn't take his eyes off his buddy's mouth. He felt Jack relax against the headboard, but he stared at Bruce. Bruce grinned and then opened his mouth. Charlie could see it! The cum... Jack's cum... inside Bruce's mouth! He watched Bruce swallow. Bruce crawled up against Jack as Jack lowered himself on the bed. Bruce wound up on one side of the teen and Charlie on the other. Charlie watched in wonder as Bruce moved his lips closer to Jack's... and they kissed. A long kiss... With some of Jack's cum in Bruce's mouth... When they separated, Bruce's head fell back on the bed. Jack turned his face toward Charlie. Charlie found himself drawn to those lips, the lips that had kissed him on his forehead earlier, the lips that had tasted his peter and his balls, the lips now covered with the white cream from Bruce's mouth. Jack's mouth stopped just at the little brown lips and waited. He felt the response he hoped for. Small lips, moist and warm. Jack gently moved his cum-covered lips over them, then gently opened the little lips with his tongue. He felt the small warm tongue hesitate for a moment, then begin to lick as Jack's licked. The mouth was so small... so warm... Charlie knew, but he was still surprised when Jack kissed him. He knew, but he was still suprised when the slick moisture covered his own lips. He knew what was happening, but he was still surprised when the teen's cum-covered tongue entered his mouth. He hesitated for only a moment, just long enough to taste the tang and sweetness Jack was giving him, and then he opened his mouth fully to let the teen go where he pleased in his mouth. He felt the big, hot tongue... tasted the white cream that had moved from Bruce's mouth to Jack's mouth and now his own. He sighed in pleasure into Jack's mouth. If this is what boys can do, he thought... This is what I want to do! With Jack and Bruce... the big teen and his best friend... He wanted more...