Date: Thu, 09 Jan 2003 15:34:07 -0600 From: Matthew Wellesley Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Chapter 6 MY BROTHER LOVES ME A story by Matt Wellesley Chapter Six WARNING: This story is offensive to some people. If you don't like hearing or reading about gay love, sex, or incest-- or if it's not legal for you to read sexually explicit material--don't read this story. The story is based on fact. _________ I'll ANSWER all email. I hope you write to me. MattWxyz@hotmail.com _________ Chapter Six - Growth I found a little folding table at the far end of the cabin, and Damon set up the board. He was being extremely slow and fussy, placing the checkers just so. I went to see what was up with him, and when I got closer, he grabbed me and tackled me to the floor, easily pinning me with his body and one hand. I was helpless. "Big tickle-monster come. Make Matty laugh." "No, Damon, please--no!" Damon's big hand came toward my ribs slowly, while he made weird, monster sounds. Then, he just fell on me, his chin on mine. His hand disappeared. When our lips met, I let out a moan of relief. "You scared me, Damon!" "I had to. My big-brother card was about to expire." "I thought we were playing checkers." I really tried to sound annoyed, but it wasn't working. I was laughing. "We are. The board's all set." "Well, aren't you gonna let me up?" "I'll think about it." "Come on, Damon!" "Ok. But don't think you're off the hook." I loved playing checkers. Damon concentrated on the board. I think I spent more time looking at his face than thinking about the game, though. To me, there was a whole new world in Damon's face. Yesterday, he was my brother--a wonderful guy, my best friend, companion, and protector. Now, those same eyes that said 'brother' and 'friend' spoke of love and a new closeness that had my heart soaring. A happy calmness settled over my entire body. I felt warmth on the back of my neck while I stared at my brother's face for the millionth time. His hair looked so shiny, and there were bright highlights I hadn't noticed before. The sun had come out. "Dang!" Damon said, with his smirky smile, peering out the window, a hand to his eyes to block out the bright light, "They sure got weird weather up here. One minute a deluge, now the sun's out, full force." I was still in the trance of his eyes, and it took a while to register that he said something to me. "Huh? Oh!" "No wonder you're losin,' Matt," Damon said, all bright-eyed and smiley, "you're on another planet." I'd almost forgotten about our game of checkers. "Who, me?" I tended to zone out. Damon didn't inherit that gene, I guess. "I just wanted you to win, Damon, that's all." "Yeah, right." "Well......I got this bad habit," I said sheepishly. Inside, I was burning with excitement--I knew he'd like what I was going to say. "Oh, this I gotta hear. MY baby brother, admitting to a bad habit? Wait, I'm gonna faint," Damon said. "I'm in the habit of looking at you a lot--your eyes, your mouth, your big arms and legs, even your bulge." "My bulge?" Damon said, standing up, looking down at himself. "What bulge? I'm naked." "Well--you know what I mean." "Your serious, Matt, aren't you?" My tears were his answer. Just in case, I nodded slowly, too. Damon just gazed at me, his face going through a hundred expressions. Curious, sympathetic, puzzled--finally, a grin. "I love you, Matt." "You make me feel complete, Damon. I can't explain." "Don't explain. Would it sound weird to you, if I said you make me feel complete, too?" "It makes me happy to hear you say that.... Yeah, sounds weird, too. You're the one--" "Look, Matt--YOU'RE the one. And no more discussion on it, or I'll tickle you till you're blue!" I gave that some thought. A devilish grin crossed my face. "YOU'RE the one!" I said, and ran for my life toward the bathroom. "You're dead--you're so dead, Matt." Damon grabbed me, I slipped out of his grip, and the chase went on and on. I was surprised I lasted so long, without actually getting caught. But the inevitable happened, and he had me pinned to the floor, face up. I tensed my muscles, waiting for my punishment, and closed my eyes tightly. "Damon, please, please--don't...don't tickle." It was suddenly quiet. I couldn't even hear him breathing. I opened one eye, hoping this was not the trigger he was waiting for. I was panting. "Damon?" "Hi," Damon said, smiling. "You're not only taller, Matt, you're cuter." "So, I'm off the tickle list?" "For now--maybe. Besides, I just renewed my big-brother card, remember?" Then Damon plopped himself on top of me for a long kiss. I was basking in the glow of that moment, the sun on our bodies, when Damon got up. "Crap! These windows! We're naked." Neither one of us thought about the fact that anyone could be outside, and see in. "Damon--I haven't heard anyone." I had really sensitive ears, and Damon knew it. "Ok, Matt, good. That makes me feel better, but still, we gotta get dressed." We took a quick shower and threw our clothes on. "I'm hungry, Damon. Aren't you?" "Starved. What do you do for lunch, here?" "They have a cafeteria, but they cook fireside, too. Rick didn't know which meals were which, so, I don't know where the food will be." "Wait, Matt--there's a store not far down the main road. We could get sandwiches there." "Cool." We went to Damon's car and drove to the gate. They wouldn't let me leave the campgrounds without a paper from the office, so we turned back. We decided to go to Phil's cabin. The guard was nice, and showed Damon a place to park that was closer to the cabin. That saved us some walking--and time. "I promised Phil we'd stop by your cabin, anyway, Matt." "Yep. Might as well get it over with." "Get it over with? Matt--don't you like it here?" "It's not that. Well, the guys are ok, and we get along ok. I-- just feel like being with you right now, not them." Damon was quiet after that, like he was really thinking over what I'd said. Maybe he didn't believe me, or maybe he thought I was holding back. "You horny, Matt? Is that it?" "Yeah--no--I mean, I think I'm more hungry than horny, or--" "Ha ha! I hear ya, bro. Hey, you better quit that, or I'll be getting out of the car, tenting my shorts." I was rubbing Damon's leg. "Ok, Damon, sorry." "There they are--the long lost brothers," Rick said, as he saw us walking toward the cabin. Phil popped into view, lunches in hand. "Good to see you guys," Phil said, handing two boxes to Damon. "How'd you know?" Damon asked. "Know? Oh, I figured you guys would be hungry," Phil said. "If that's not enough, we have more." "Thanks!" "Yeah, thanks, Phil--we're starved," I said. Rick came around and we talked while we ate. Pretty soon, a bunch of the guys from my cabin joined us. They all wanted to talk to Damon. I watched the kid I wrestled--he didn't say anything, but kept staring at Damon. "How far away do you live from here," the tallest boy asked? "About a hundred miles," Damon said. "What about you?" "Yeah--about the same, I think." One boy about my size from another cabin, Craig, came by, and soon we were all talking. Craig seemed nice. "What'd you guys do?" Craig asked? "Went swimming, camped out on the mountain last night," I said. "You get soaked?" Rick asked. "No. First gust of wind this morning, and we were on our way to the guest cabin." I had to explain to the guys what that was. "So, why'd he come up here?" someone asked, referring to Damon. "Oh...he just wanted to see the camp, and see if I liked it." "Lucky," Craig said, "to have a brother that would do that." "You an only child, Craig?" Rick asked. "Yeah," Craig said, looking at the ground like a sick cow. "Cool! Me, too," Rick said jubilantly. This brightened Craig's face. The two of them started their own conversation. Meanwhile, behind me, I could hear constant chatter--the other guys talking with Damon, who was like the Pied Piper to them. The crowd of boys grew, until I think half the junior part of the camp surrounded my brother, who was sitting against a tree, near the fire. It had turned hot, and I could see him sweating. Phil blew the counselor whistle, and called everyone in. The guys piled into the cabin as Phil stood outside, checking them off on his clipboard. I was the last in line. I looked at Phil. "Are you back with us, now, Matt?" Phil asked. "Well, I wasn't sure what to do," I said. "You don't have to come back till your brother leaves, Matt," Phil said, smiling. "Cool!" I turned, took a few steps toward the eating area, and Damon was gone. I didn't see anyone. I stopped so suddenly, I almost fell forward. I turned around and looked at Phil. "Boo!" Damon shouted, as hands grabbed my ribs, from behind. I think I jumped three feet in the air, then fell to the ground. I looked up to see if any of the guys saw me, but they were all in the cabin. I stared at Damon with a pleading look. "Come on, squirt," Damon said softly, "let's get back to the guest cabin. We'll think of something to do." We started walking. I looked back, and Phil must have gone in with the guys. "Damon! I thought you were gonna tickle--" "Did I scare ya?" Damon said, looking silly. "Um, not really." He'd scared the hell out of me. "Payback time, though." "Oh? I embarrassed you? Did big brother embarrass Matty?" "Stop!" I thought about punching him in the ribs again, then I remembered that hurt, so I used my elbow. "Ow!" "You mean, that hurt?" I asked, thinking Damon was immune to pain. "Yeah, but that's ok." I thought he'd react more than that. "Why is that ok, Damon?" "It just is, bonehead!" Then Damon leaned down and whispered, real quick, "'Cause I love ya." "Oh." "Oh. You're funny, Matt. Did you forget?" "No," I said, blushing. By this time we were away from the main camp area. I knew it wouldn't be long, before we'd reach the guest cabin. "Good," he said, grabbing my ribs and reducing me to jelly. "Hey, no! That's not fair! Damon--ah!" "There you go," Damon said, helping me up, "now you got something that calls for a payback, Matt. And I know what you want." "What?" "I'm not telling, till we get to the cabin." "Suppose you're wrong?" I said, gulping. It was a new tone for me, challenging him. Damon smiled approvingly. "I'm not wrong." I knew what I wanted, and I knew Damon knew, but I was determined to prove him wrong. When we got to the cabin, I had my plan worked out. "I wanna go swimming," I said. "What? Swimming? That's the payback?" "Maybe," I said. I could tell, I'd thrown him off. Inside, I was so excited to have this new effect on my big brother, I thought I'd burst. "Still no bathing suit, huh, squirt?" Damon said, as we took our clothes off. "Do we need them?" "Not really, Matt." "Cool." We lay together on the sand, and just soaked up the sun. Well, Damon soaked up the sun, and I just got warm. It felt good, though, after being cold most of the morning. Damon looked lost in thought. "Beat ya to the water!" I shouted, scrambling to my feet before Damon had a chance to react. I ran as fast as I could, flipping sand high in the air as my feet made their way at top speed to the water's edge. I turned as I got to the water, flopping on my back so I could see Damon. I made a huge splash as my eyes focused on my brother. I was amazed. I'd beat Damon by a good ten feet! My high spirits were short lived. He was closing in, fast. Here I was, in shallow water on my back, with Damon over me, his hands stretched out in that way that lets me know I'm in for it. I thought by beating him to the water, I'd scored a victory. Now, I was in the perfect position for him to pounce on me. I tried to push myself back into deeper water, but it was too late. "Yahhhh!" Damon yelled, as his hands landed on my chest. Then--I don't know how he did it--he turned and ended up on his back with me on top of him, practically face to face. He gave a mighty shove with his legs, and we were heading for deeper water--Damon doing the backstroke, and me riding his chest. "How's this, Matt?" Damon asked excitedly. He was all happy with himself, judging by his smile. I guess this is how it felt to ride a dolphin. I felt like king of the mountain. "Awesome!" "Watch out--I'm gonna flip," Damon said, as he rotated, throwing me off him. I wasn't ready for that, and got a mouthful of water as I went under. I reached up automatically, grabbed what I could, and found myself looking into Damon's eyes--his dick in my hand, and my mouth on his balls. "Mmm!" I said. Damon was shocked. "Better not, Matt. You never know who's got binoculars." "Ok." I pushed away and got alongside him. I really hadn't tried to do anything sexy on purpose, but it did look like it. I floated on my back, like Damon was doing. I looked him over and his dick was sticking up. It was almost a boner. "See what you did to me?" Damon said. Then, he put his legs under him. The water was waist high. "Yeah, you looked so good, that way. Sexy." I'd remembered he'd said that to me--that I was sexy. I liked saying that word. "We better cool it, Matt. We still have to walk naked to get back to he cabin. Come on, up!" With that, he lifted me, and got under me. Before I knew it, I was sitting on his shoulders, riding his neck--like I had, the day before. "You know, Matt, I think you not only got taller, but you feel heavier. You're growing like crazy!" He had walked closer to shore. "Ow! Ow!" I shouted, as I leaned backward, and fell to the water. I came up on my feet, bending slightly forward, with my hands on my crotch. "Ooh!" "I told you your balls would hurt!" "Yeah, Damon. They do. Ahh!" "Ok, Bud. Let's get back." "But--" I said, looking down. "Cover it with a towel," Damon said, as we got out of the water. He turned to face me, grinning. "That's what I'm gonna do." "Wow! I think you're growing, too," I said, looking at his boner, sticking straight up. "Yeah. Maybe." We were dry by the time we got to the guest cabin. It felt good to get out of the sun. Damon took blankets and covered the windows. I turned to him--his arms wrapped around me. "Hey, sexy. Let's take care of that," he said, kissing my forehead, and sliding a warm hand down to my butt. "It feels better now, Damon." The pain was less, in my balls. Suddenly, I was in the air. He picked me up, swooped across the room, and put me down gently on the bed. "I think it grew more, since yesterday," Damon said, with his deep voice sounding better than ever. The way Damon was standing, his balls were almost in my face. I reached up, and touched them softly. "Ohhhh!" he moaned from my touch, crawled in next to me, and kissed me. Damon held the kiss for a while, then looked up at me. He kept doing that as my head spun from excitement and pain. The look in his eyes was beautiful, and gave me warm chills. Now, my balls hurt worse, but I didn't tell him. Everything else was feeling too good. I put my arms around my big brother, and hugged for all I was worth. Soon, Damon was kneeling between my legs--with his mouth, inches from my hard bone. "Yes, I want to take care of this." "Ow!" I said, as he tried to lift my dick from my stomach. It hurt when he pulled up on it. "Damn. This thing's like steel," Damon said. Then he rubbed my chest with his warm, strong hands. "You need to shoot some cum--take the pressure off your balls, Matt. That'll help the pain." "Ok." I looked up at his big chest, and wanted to crawl inside it. I guess the rubbing relaxed me, because he could slide my boner in his mouth, after that. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh......Damon!" A wave of shock went from my dick to my heart, and I felt the hotness inside me flow into my big brother. His mouth churned with more pleasure--squeezing with his tongue, and swallowing as I squirted and shot myself into him. My balls tensed with pain and pleasure, and he pulled off to let me feel my own cum shoot and splatter on my skin-- little strands of heat, burning my chest. It was awesome. On top of me, he slid up, squirmed and rubbed against me, hugged and wriggled as his hands caressed my head. Damon's kisses jolted me and made love to my face. With his chest against mine, we throbbed together, and he thrust on me--his hard pole channeled into my stomach, and our bodies squeezed together so tightly, I thought I could feel on my ribs, what he was feeling in his hot, hard pole. I wanted that in my mouth so badly, I clawed and clawed him until he got the message, and brought his treasure to my lips. I couldn't talk, so I pressed against his back to make him slide himself in deeper. As his body heaved more desperately, he pulled out and thrust again on my stomach. He needed more than my little mouth could give him, and pressed his sliding hotness over me, branding me with it. Damon raised his hips slightly, as he thrust more quickly and forcefully. He sprayed me, coated me with himself, and one of his hot jets hit my chin. When he dropped down again, I felt the heat of his thick streams shoot across my dick, like hot sparks. I flowed again, with him--the twin streams jetting upward to my chest as he lifted up again to let this happen--while his hands moved so fast over me, my dazed mind couldn't keep track. Finally, he lay down exhausted, as our last shots blended together. There was no way to talk after this--heaving and huffing--our breath out of control. I didn't want to say anything. My body said it for me as it accepted every pulse and throb of his. My mind was still numb from what he had just done for me, and to himself. I traced deep tracks on his back with my fingers, as they pressed in, desperately trying to squeeze more of him against me. Damon's fingers ran down the sides of my neck and along my shoulders, and we shuddered in pleasure together. My legs jerked upward in pure bliss, and he put his legs over mine as if to calm them. He released them, and bent to kiss me, his hands on my chest. My arms and legs twitched and bounced. I caught my breath, finally. "Oh, Matt, baby! ...Oh, baby." he said as he turned his head, and his cheek pressed against my lips. "Damon, Damon!" I yelled. I was still dazed, but I was really liking, 'Oh, baby,' and my lips slid to his neck. "Matt!" "My sexy big brother!" I had to work up a lot of courage to call him that--but I really wanted a special name for him. "Mmm," he said. I guess that meant he liked it, and I smiled. "Mmm, yourself," I said, gaining courage in how I talked to him. "I feel that smile on my neck, Matt." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "I can hear yours, in your voice." I loved when he talked, lying on top of me. "Matt, how's your balls doing? Still hurt?" "Yeah, some." "That'll go away, I promise, bro. Might take some time, ok?" "It's ok, Damon, I swear." We did a lot, that day--played basketball, took a short hike, saw a little waterfall, and went swimming in the stream. The cold water felt good on my balls. Damon said if the water's too cold, it can make your balls hurt. I loved watching the spray from the waterfall. We ate in the cafeteria that night, and I wondered if we'd camp out again, but we ended up going back to Phil's cabin. We all talked, right up to lights out--sometimes all twelve guys at the same time, counting Phil and Damon. It was time for Damon and I to go back to the little guest cabin. It was too late to go camping. Before leaving, I did remember to take some things with me, this time, including my flashlight and bathing suit, before Damon and I left for the guest cabin, in the pitch black. It was a fairly long walk-- the same path Rick and I walked, when we went to check out the phone call that night. The total darkness reminded me of that. I agreed with Damon, that we should walk instead of drive. It was more fun, that way. I told Damon what happened, how someone grabbed me, then let go. "Damon--I heard some older boys laughing after that, but Rick said--" "Damn! They give you any trouble, you call me!" By then, we were at our cabin. "Call you?" I said, disappointed. Damon looked at me. "Yeah, squirt. I gotta leave tomorrow. You gonna be ok?" I just hugged him, and hoped I could hide my tears from him. I shouldn't have worried. When we looked at each other, his face was wet, too. "Now it's my turn, Matt." "Your turn?" "Big brothers aren't supposed to say this, and--you're never going to tell anyone what we did or what I said, here, right, Matt?" "Never!" "Ok. Well--the way I feel about you, little bro, I'd do anything for you." He grabbed me in another hug. "Oh," I said in shock. I knew he really meant it. The day came when Damon had to leave me at camp. The good-bye was hard, but not as bad as I thought it would be. "Matt--you have my cell phone number?" "Yeah, I brought it with me--I forgot I had it." Cell phones were pretty new then, but up in the hills where we lived, you really needed one. "All right, look," Damon said, handing me a piece of paper, "here it is again, in case you don't find it. If anything happens, call me, ok?" "Ok." A final hug, and he was on his way. I sat on a rock, and thought I was going to be sad, but I smiled a little, thinking about all that we'd done as I watched his car disappear in the distance. I comforted myself by reaching into my pocket and touching the little paper he gave me, knowing his hands had just touched it. Feeling aimless and alone, I walked past the outdoor chapel and stopped to sit on one of the benches there, and stared past the altar into space. I sat there quite a while, before I got up and walked slowly back to the cabin, to be with Phil and the guys. I took about ten steps, and saw two older boys coming the other way. I was guessing one was 17, the other, 18 maybe. "Well, if it isn't the sexy boy," the younger one said. His friend said something I couldn't hear, and took off, leaving the two of us there. "Well......I--what--" "Don't be scared. I got something for you," the boy said, coming closer, "I think you want it." "I----I don't know what you mean," I said, my voice shaking. He looked at me a long time. "I think you do. But--ok. You're not just playing with me, are you, kid?" "No, no--I swear. I just--" "Forget it," he said, and walked away. I couldn't believe how much I was shaking. I walked the rest of the way with my hands in my pocket--one of them gripping Damon's paper. I was relieved to get back to the security of the cabin, Phil, and all the guys in my group. Later, after we all showered, that same boy and his friend saw me walking back to the cabin. The older boy started talking to me the same way the 17 year old had, but his friend pulled him away. I was very scared, and worried about all sorts of things, after that. When I got back to the cabin, Phil took me outside, away from the others. "What's wrong Matt? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is it because your brother had to leave?" "Um, no, not really. I just--I just tripped and caught myself. It scared me, that's all." "Ok," Phil said, "Just be careful, Matt. I don't want you to get hurt." I was blushing, and hung around an extra minute after Phil went back inside. I don't think he believed me, but I guess he didn't want to push it. I started to question everything. What was wrong--what had changed? I kept thinking about the older boys who'd talked to me, calling me sexy. That was scary. I wondered if I had a sign on me, saying, 'This boy knows about sex. Ask him.' After that, every time a boy looked at me, I blushed--and I started to think everyone thought I was weird. I kept thinking about all this, and hoped these were just freak things, and everything would soon be back to normal. The next day, the thing I feared happened. Another older boy cornered me in the toilet. He was asking me to suck him, getting more insistent. One of our guys must have noticed, because Phil was on the scene in seconds, and that boy was in trouble. That would have all been good, except Phil had heard everything, and he knew what this was all about, now. Even though I'd said no, and resisted, I felt bad, like an outcast. Phil looked at me with different eyes. When we got back to the cabin, all the other guys seemed to know something was up. Word had spread, I guess. I was at a low, low point. That night, the moon was full, and the light was comforting. I cried myself softly to sleep, praying no one would hear, and pleading with God that none of those other boys would come in and get me. I slept, but kept waking up. Later, the dreaded thing happened. In the moonlight, I saw a boy's shadow in the cabin doorway, pointing his flashlight to the ground. My heart pounded in fear. He was bold and brazen, the way he walked right toward me, in the semi-dark. If it hadn't been for the moon, I wouldn't have seen a thing. At least there was only one boy, and not a pair, like the first encounter. My fist was ready, and I would do what I could to defend myself. He was tall. He was practically on top of me when I heard him take a breath. I tried to aim at his gut, but the bunk was too high. My arm shot a fist into his chest. I yelled from the pain in my knuckles. "Oof!" the boy groaned as he landed on his butt. Phil's flashlight came on instantly, and several other boys woke up, and shined their flashlights on the floor at the intruder. He had turned around, ready to bolt out the door, I guess. He'd already started to get up, and didn't look like he was hurt from my punch. Before Phil could get to him, the boy turned to us, and we saw his face. "Damon." Phil said. "Damon! Oh, God!" I screamed, dropping my flashlight and putting both hands to my mouth. I had punched my big brother--the guy I loved. "Wow, what a greeting," Damon said, smiling, the light of six flashlights on him, "my brother defends himself well." "Glad you made it, Damon." Phil said. I was totally confused, and my brain was frozen. As it turned out, Phil had seen my original paper, with Damon's cell phone number, and our home number, and copied them down. Phil had called Damon, after he got wind of what was happening to me. In private, Damon asked me what I wanted, and I agreed to leave. I was sad to leave Rick behind, but I found out that he got sick the next day, and they had to send him home on a bus. I said good-bye to everyone, and felt good that some of the guys said they'd miss me. For me, the ride home with Damon was a blur--a happy one. Right then, the car seemed like a palace. "Geez, squirt, your punch packs quite a wallop!" Damon said. I couldn't help giggling. "Damon, I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. Do you hear me complaining?" "Well--not really." "I'm proud of you, Matt. Very proud." I didn't know what to say, for once--and just hugged my big brother. Those words 'very proud' kept coming to me, over and over. It was the ultimate brother admiration. Back home, I didn't need to worry about other boys approaching me. There were very few others nearby, and Damon was always with me. The years seemed to fly, after that. Damon graduated with honors, not the top honors, but good enough. I was so proud. Dad beamed. We were both glad dad hadn't said anything about us staying together. I guess it helped that all the other bedrooms were filled with junk, leaving just the one, for us. At least we had a double bed, so no one thought it was weird, I guess. Before I knew it, Damon was in college, driving 32 miles each way, and it was my turn to graduate high school. During the ceremony, Damon had to wipe his face a few times, and I loved him all the more. We didn't have sex every night, and many nights we talked ourselves to sleep, and were happy. Damon was determined to get a good job, so he studied even harder than we had in high school. His enthusiasm for studying was catching, and although I didn't do as well as Damon, I did manage to get a respectable GPA. It was fun, going to school together again. It surprised Damon, but never really fazed me, that dad fixed up the guest house, and moved into it. I just figured dad knew that college guys needed more space, and he was proud of our grades. We partied, not a lot, and never with the rowdy guys, just the better crowd who wanted to go somewhere in life, and didn't drink a lot. Damon and I were never real drinkers. We even dated some girls, at our friends' coaxing. That was for show, and we gave that up after a while. If anyone knew about us, they never let on, that we could tell--except for one kid who approached Damon, who seemed to think Damon was deep into guys. Damon told him to get lost. The guy was fairly small, and I think he was intimidated by Damon's size. I was approached a few times, but mostly by guys who were unsure of themselves to begin with, so it was easy to fend them off. We got more work-out equipment, and the two of us used it religiously. We stayed trim and lean. I ended up growing to a height of 5 foot 10--not quite up to Damon's 6 foot 1. He's still bigger than I am, and I like it that way. We discovered the joys of another kind of sex, and I love my legs on Damon's broad shoulders, and the feeling of his thickness pumping into me. I hunger for it, and because we both enjoy it so much, we started having sex more often, like in the beginning. I am definitely the bottom, but Damon has me be the top, often enough. Sometimes he makes me beg for it, and that's a game we play, among others, that keeps me hard and dripping for him. Not to mention Damon's sex drive, which pretty much equals mine. We do other things in bed, too personal to include. It's fun, sometimes rough. Above all, loving. It was our love that grew the most. Looking back on how I felt, in the big sleeping bag having my first sex, or in the guest cabin where my sex drive began to bloom, I thought I knew love at its deepest. But time taught me differently. I guess love never stops. It seems to grow and grow. Some of the sweet things Damon does for me, I think I can never top, but I keep trying. We had our disagreements, but we were men about it, and as we settled down, we learned how to handle those without turmoil. I love it on the days when I can be home, waiting for him, when he gets home from work. That doesn't happen often, now, but at those times, a pair of arms never felt so good. Now, at 23, I feel like I'm still 16, and at 25, I'm sure Damon feels the same. He's still my big brother, and I'm still his baby bro, and that's fine with us. Staying up in the hills on the farm has its advantages--mostly that we don't socialize half as much as our friends from college, which means we have less exposure to the everyday world, and feel a little younger, cleaner, less tainted and contaminated by the not-so-good things, out there. I'm glad we're both masculine. We don't criticize guys who aren't, but we're more comfortable around guys who are. We cleaned out the house, got new furniture, eventually, and are happy. We both feel lucky--not just that were together and loving, but that we've held on to something, the little boy in us maybe, that adds an extra spark to everything. Damie and little Matty come out of their hiding places, once in a while, and we have fun, with Damon babying me, like I was twelve, again--and both of us eating it up. We still replay that scene where I stand up and pull my pajama bottoms down. And those are the times we seem to get more wonderfully lost in each other.