Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2018 20:24:49 +0000 From: michael Cardoso Subject: My Brother's Man My name's Eddy, and this is my story. Right now, I have 29 years old. Some would say that I'm at the best moment of my life. And that's absolutely correct. Of course, I went through a lot to be were I am right now... actually, there's so much I want to write down and I don't even know where to start. Maybe I can begin with some little background: I was born in a nice and warming family; my mom and dad were quite young when they had me, but they were used to see chaos in the house. I have an older brother, Chris, and he's the reason why I'm writing this. Some of you will stop writing as soon as you finish reading this very first page, but for those who stay... I can promise you this will have lots of drama. The REAL story starts when I was 15. I was arriving home. As soon as I entered the house, my dad and brother were waiting eagerly for me. There was a reason for this: my first date. Dad was very proud of me, I could see it in his eyes; the reason for that was that his baby boy had gone in a date with the most popular and beautiful girl in town. I couldn't disappoint him so I lied. "It was great, dad"I answered. I was trying my best to sound believable. "But how was it?" Dad was so interested. He was interested in knowing his boys were becoming men. I was nervous. I didn't know what to say. Chris saw this and he interfered in our conversation. "Dad, let's give him a break, this little man right here must be exhausted" "You're right" Dad smiled, then he turned back to me"but you need to tell us everything". "Sure" I said, and went upstairs to my bedroom. I remember that in that moment I was thinking on how our dad felt so proud every time he saw one of us having a "masculine" activity, and there wasn't anything more masculine for him than dates. I'm actually sorry for the disappointment we are for him now. As soon as I took my jacket out, my well-educated brother entered my room without knocking. "So"he started"What happened?" I remembered he looked very handsome in that moment. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, some skinny jeans and some old pair of converse. "Was I too obvious" I timidly asked. "Not for dad, but for me, yes." "I just don't want to talk about it" I said in an angry tone. "Dude, haven't we discussed that we could talk of anything with each other?" He took a sit in my bed. "Come on." I looked at him. He looked amazing. "It's kind of embarrassing". "I've seen you naked, that is embarrassing" He said, joking. Truth be told, I had seen him naked before, and it was not embarrassment what he provoked in me. "Haha, so funny" I answered back. "Can I trust you?" "Of course" He said looking at me in the eyes. "I gave my first kiss today" I said. Chris' face changed completely. Pure excitement filled his face. "Dude! That's fucking amazing!" Chris stood up. "We need to tell Dad, maybe he will take us to hooters." Chris went to the door. My brother loved hooters. "Stop!" I yelled at him. He froze. An awkward expression came across his face. "Wait... why are you not excited at all?" He asked. "That's what I want to talk about... actually, there's two things I would like to talk about" I said very serious. "Go on" He said taking his place at my bed, arms crossed. "First of all..." I decided to tell him the thing that wasn't very important at all. "I think I kissed her terribly". He laughed. "That's it? Dude, that happens to all of us the first time!" "Not for you, apparently". I said. I knew that he had practiced kissing with his male best friend before he actually kissed a girl. He seemed uncomfortable with it and he changed the topic of the conversation. "What's the other thing you wanted to tell me?" He continued. He took me by surprise because, for some seconds, I forgot about it. Without being able to control it, tears came to my eyes. His happiness vanished. He came to hug me. I pushed him away. "Please, listen". He was worried. I've never seen him that worried. "I don't want you to be ashamed of me". "I would never be ashamed of you." He said. He was talking with his "relax" tone, but I knew this was something serious. "You can't tell dad". I said, trying to hold my tears. "Ok" "I think..." Suddenly, I couldn't speak " I think..." Chris mouth dropped. He knew what I was trying to say. "I think..." Chris interrupted me "You think you're gay." It wasn't a question, it was an affirmation. I just nodded. Chris came and hug me closely. "Hey, everything is alright" he said in my ear " I just want you to be happy". I couldn't stop crying, of course, I was trying to be as silent as possible since I didn't want for dad to listen to his son crying. Chris took me to the bed. We sat and after I finished sobbing he asked me "Are you sure?" "What do you mean I'm sure? Of course I am" I said in an angry tone "I kissed a girl today just to be sure". Chris looked at me in a very weird way "But... have you kissed a boy?". I was frozen when he did that question. Truth be told... I hadn't kissed another male. "No" "Then how do you know you're gay?" He said. "I just know" at this moment, I was getting really angry. I opened my mouth to yell at him, to tell him he was stupid and that I knew I couldn't trust in him... but he said something before I could do all of that. "Kiss me" He said "That way, we could get two things solved... your two problems". Kiss my brother had been my fantasy for so long. I have jerked off at the thought of his lips and his skin. Of course I would kiss him... I just... was caught out of guard. "Are you serious?" I asked. "I'm your brother" he said in a serious tone. I nodded and then he did the same thing. He got closer to me and then it happened. He put his delicious lips on mine and started kissing me. An instant tent emerged in my pants and I think Chris saw that cause he giggled. But he didn't interrupt the kiss. He actually took control of it and opened my lips in order to put his tongue inside my mouth. His tongue explored me. I was shocked, I just enjoyed the moment. I really can't recall how much time we spent kissing each other, but the moment the kiss started heating off (his hands were on my forehead and mine on his neck) a moan came from my lips and he cut the kiss. He immediately stood up. He had a visible erection and he tried to cover it. He was looking at me in such a weird way... he had never seen to me like that. I couldn't take my eyes from his tent and his eyes and he turned to the door. "Well, we have an answer" he said, his back facing me "You do kiss good, and you are gay". He left the room and closed the door behind him. As soon as he left, I got naked, locked the door of my room and jerked off to the most erotic and incredible experience of my life. My hand tightened around my cock, with every stroke I gave, a new fantasy of my brother touching me and kissing my body arrived in my mind. My teenager body was feeling contractions from the amazing pleasure I was feeling in that moment. All I could think of was my brothers dick in my hand, giving him head, letting him fuck me, maybe I could fuck him... my own penis grew as never before, I could feel my cum ready to ooze out of me when I heard Chris' voice. "Ed, dinner's ready". He wasn't sweet as usual, but in that moment I didn't care at all. Listening to his voice drove me to a pleasure I wasn't capable of imagining. I came with the image of my older brother blowing me. My seed fell all over my tummy and legs. As soon as the pleasure was over, I stayed in bed, naked, wondering how this new event could affect the relationship with my best friend: my brother, my Chris. My older brother didn't talk to me in days. He was actually ignoring me. Whenever I tried to get close to him, he would walk away. He was going out a lot, of course, he always enjoyed going out with his friends, but he was doing it daily, something our parents didn't approve. Not at all, actually. They talked to him. They fight with him. He lost. I watched the whole battle from the kitchen, pretending to make me a sandwich was the perfect excuse to simply be a witness of the situation. "What's going on with you?" Dad said "This is not your usual you". Then it clicked. I knew Chris didn't take well the kiss matter, but he was not in home on purpose. He was actually avoiding me. A little thing in me broke in that moment. I left the kitchen and walked towards my room. Chris saw I was angry, but he didn't say anything. When I reached the top of the stairs I listened to my mom saying: "Friday night you will not go out. You'll stay here and you'll watch your brother". "You've got to be kidding me" Chris said, angrily "He's not a little boy, I don't want to stay with him". "Why?" Dad interfered "A week ago you were inseparable". Chris stay in silence "Ok, didn't have to do anything anyway" he stayed silent for a moment "Where are you going?". "To our anniversary dinner, we've already told you that" answered our mom. I got into my room. I knew, as well as Chris, what that meant. They would not return until the next day. Interesting. Friday arrived soon. I remember that I was walking home, thinking on what I was going to say to my brother. One thing was sure, though, one way or another, I was taking back my best friend. It didn't matter If the kiss thing wouldn't repeat again, in reality, Chris had always been my friend, my mentor and my protector and I missed him badly. I was about to turn at the corner of my house when I noticed that my parents' car was not there. It was early and they were gone. They were probably also going to the cinema and to a fancy restaurant. I turned to see the windows of my home to see if there was a sign of my bother's presence... and the light of his room was on. Yes! I got into the house as silent as I could, climbed the stairs and went to my room first. I was taking my jacket off when I listened to a weak moan. A woman's moan. I froze. Chris and I talked of everything, literally, and he told me he was virgin. I couldn't believe it... but my brother told me he was saying the truth. I walked, without thinking, towards his room. The door was slightly open and I could hear moans. Moans of a man and a woman. Tears rolled from my eyes even though I haven't seen anything, but I already knew what was happening behind that door. I peeked through the door and there it was: my brother was making love to his girlfriend. The girl had her eyes closed, so she couldn't see me. However, I was focused on Chris. He had always done exercise and his body was beautiful, like a model. His nude back and bare ass covered with sweat, he looked so sexy moving in and out of the girl. I was heart broken. In a very twisted way, I have always wanted for him to do the exact thing he was doing TO ME. Chris turned around and saw me... but he didn't stop. He actually started moving even faster, his moans, his sweat... I even got a glimpse of his rock hard dick sliding in and out of Isabella (Chris' girlfriend). Chris' eyes couldn't take his eyes out of me, he watched me with an angry look, with a confused look, with a sad look. He was not enjoying it. I suddenly realize that I was as confused as him. I had a huge tent in my pants, watching my older brother making love to a girl turned me on... but tears were rollin from my eyes like never before... I had never cried in that way.. I started sobbing and I left. Chris watched as I left the door. I locked the door of my room and took my clothes off, leaving only my black tight boxers. I cried until I fell asleep. I woke up two hours later. I was terribly sad. I was about to go to the bathroom when I watched myself in the mirror. So thin, no sexy thing in my body... I felt disgusting. In that moment I thought that if I had a body like Chris' he would not hesitate on making love to me... or at least to kiss me. I cried again and looked at my image with hate. I couldn't bare to watch more of my body and I went to the bathroom. I grabbed my towel and decided to take a shower. I took my boxer off and then I saw something I really liked about my body... probably the only beautiful thing in me: I liked my penis. It was hot, and nice. But still, it wasn't enough for Chris. I realized of how crazy I was sounding, he was my brother! And I was fantasizing about him! All those thoughts were in my mind when the bathroom's door wide opened. It was Chris. Naked. I felt ashamed on myself. There he was, all muscles and perfection. Years later I learnt that in reality, Chris admired my back and my ass. Back to the moment, I was frozen. He was silent. "You're beautiful" Chris said in a weird tone. I didn't know if he was joking. I decided to change the subject. "Why are you ignoring me?" I asked, seriously. "I'm literally talking to you" he answered, in his not-taking-you-serious kind of tone. "Was it about the kiss?" I questioned him "Kiss? What kiss?" He faked confusion "I seriously don't have any idea of what you're talking". He was walking towards me. Through the mirror, I could see his penis moving as he walked. "Don't act the fool" I said facing him. Terrible mistake. As soon as I was in front of him, my penis started growing into an erection. He stared at it, motionless. My brother was watching my boner and that made me even more horny. "You... you have a big tool down there" He said pointing at my manhood "Dad would be proud". "Listen, I'm not going to loose my best friend". I said to him "I want for all to be normal again..." He interrupted "Nothing's going to be normal again". I stayed in silence. "Why?" I could feel tears coming to my eyes. I cried a lot for him that day. I wasn't going to let him see me destroyed once again. "You... you" he muttered. He got closer to me and then I saw Chris' manhood. He was hard as a rock. I was so focused watching his face that I didn't notice he was having that reaction. I loved his cock. It was big, of course, and his head was just like a mushroom. His length was begging to be attended. I wanted to make him happy. "Dad would also be proud of you" I said, an involuntary smile came across my face. "You're big". He laughed. The first time I've seen him laugh in weeks. Chris was now in front of me.. He grabbed my right hand and he took it to his length. There was an awkward silence in the room as I got closer and closer to my brothers manhood. When I finally reached it, a goosebump went through all my body. Chris closed his eyes as I touched the full length of his penis. My thumb went through all his head, caressing that beautiful mushroom shape. Chris started crying as I continued touching him. Then, I started stroking him slowly. When I realized of the tears in his eyes, I looked at him. "Should I stop?" I said. "I don't want you to stop. I've desired this for so long" he said as my mouth dropped open. My brother felt the same way. "But it's not right... not right at all". The strokes I was giving to him intensified and as I saw him making the most exquisite faces and expressions of excitation, I felt my balls getting tight. I was about to cum... and I haven't touched my length. I fought as much as I could because I didn't want to cum. But I failed. My seed came out of my penis and fell on the floor. However, there was some of it in my brother's leg. He turned his face to see the drop of cum of his little brother and, as soon as he saw it, he cummed all over the place; my stomach, my own length, my legs... all covered with that delicious liquid. I wanted to try it, but as soon as he finished, his tears returned and he left the room saying "Sorry". I was getting tired of that. I faced myself in the mirror and I was proud and happy to see Chris's seed all over me. I touched it and started putting it all over my body. When all my chest, dick, balls and legs were covered by his semen, I took a little on one finger and I ate it. It was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. I took a shower, I went to my room and he was sitting in the bed, wearing some grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt. "We need to talk" he said "And whatever we say in here, we're going to take it to the grave. Do you understand?". I nodded and then I closed the door. "Ok. We need to talk about what's happening". Chris said. "I agree" I said. All I could think of was that he looked so handsome in that precise moment. "We're brothers, Ed! What the fuck are we doing?" He said, angrily. "I know it's wrong..." "Apparently, you don't know" he interrupted me. "We kissed! You jack me off in the bathroom! That's not what brothers are supposed to do". "I know..." "You don't know!" He yelled. "You're a boy! You don't understand anything!" "I'm not a boy!" I yelled back. He stood up. He intimated me. "You're a fucking boy. I don't care if you're gay, but we're not supposed to do this. I'm supposed to take care of you, to protect you... not to..." he didn't finished. "You said that you were waiting for me to touch you for so long... how much time are we talking about?" I inquired. I wanted the answer. "It's not important" "It is important to me"- Now, I stood. "Who do you think you are?" He pushed me. I pushed him back. And that was all it took. We started fighting. He threw me to the floor and started punching me, I tried to defend myself, but it was impossible. He was way too strong. One of those punches hit me hard and I screamed. Even though I promised I wouldn't cry, tears fell on my face. Why was he doing that? I didn't understand. I suppose he saw my tears and he stopped. He returned to his seat in the bed and started crying. I tried to crawl for the door, but I just stayed there, in the floor, gazing at my older brother who had kicked my ass off. "I'm sorry" he said crying as If someone had died "I'm really sorry". "Why did you do that?" I asked. "I'm confused" "Is that why you hit me?" I said angrily "Is that why you lost your virginity today to that bitch you don't love?" I destroyed him with that. "What do YOU want from me?" He said. "The truth". I answered back "The truth. I know you felt the exact same way about our kiss. That you enjoyed how I jacked you off. SAY IT". "I won't" he said. "Why?" I said, trying to hurt him "because you can't accept you are not as macho as you thought you were?" He was crying and I didn't stop. "Because you feel responsible for me? Get over yourself, Chris". "Fine" he yelled, loudly. My mouth dropped open. "I DID enjoyed it. I did like it. I've been fantasizing about you since I was 13. My first masturbating session it was you who was starring in my fantasy". He threw all that information to me "But we're brothers. When you told me your two fucking problems I saw an opportunity to at least kiss you and guess what, Mr.? It was the worst mistake in my life. I can't stop thinking about you, I jerk off thinking of you, with image of my dick sliding deep inside you. I even imagined marrying with you. Do you see how sick this all is? How twisted it is?". "I don't think it's twisted..." I managed to say, the shock of what I've just heard was still in my head. "I think it's love". "Oh, that's bullshit" he said "I don't love you". "You don't?" I answered "I do love you". "You're a kid. You don't know what you're talking about" he said quite desperate. "I don't know?" I said, my voice rising "I was 8 the first time I saw you with different eyes. I was 10 when I first touched myself, and all I could imagine was you naked. Every single time I do it, you're the image I do it to. I don't watch porn... I even felt disappointed on me for having my first kiss and not being you... I felt heartbroken when I saw you making love to that bitch". When the last words came out of my mouth, tears appeared in my eyes. We stayed silent for a while. "That wasn't love... what you saw me doing there... I didn't even finished... I was trying to prove I was virile... that I was manly... but I was soft even when we started... I was kind of hard... but I got rock hard when I saw you standing there" he said without looking at me in the eyes "when I saw you cry, I got soft again and... I told her it wouldn't work... she was a virgin and she gave it to me, you should've seen her face when I told her it was over. She hated me. But I... I just couldn't do it... all I could think was that it was wrong... I... I..."he stumbled. "You what, Christopher?" I said. "I always had a fantasy where we both were virgins... that would definitely be love making... GOD! I'm going to hell!" He yelled this last thing. "Don't know about you" I got closer to him "But I never thought I was going to heaven anyways". He faked a smile. "You still don't understand". "I only need to understand something" I got even closer to him "I need to live this". I closed the space between us and we finished the conversation with a soft kiss. At first, he didn't answered back the kiss, but after a few seconds he tried to gain control. His tongue managed to get into my mouth and we started a tongue wrestling. I felt a rush of excitement when he placed his hands on my hips. My arms went directly to his neck and we continued our kiss that grew passionate every second it passed. Kissing Chris was the most amazing experience in my life... but I decided to take it one step further. My hands fell to his hips, going all through his muscled back. When I reached the hips, I dared to touch his ass. My both hands touched his hot butt and squeezed it. Chris only moaned, I thought he was going to get mad, but he seemed to enjoy it. I stopped squeezing my brothers bubble butt when his manly hands went to my own ass and squeezed it with such strength that it hurt me a little. I didn't say anything, I didn't want to ruin the moment, so I let him squeezed my butt as hard as he wanted. I did the same thing. He took my sweater off my body and then he had me right there, shirtless and horny, he tried to take me back for another kiss, but I didn't let him. First, I took his shirt off. There we were, looking at each other. We've had seen each other naked before, ever since we were kids, but this time, we were really looking at our bodies, admiring each other. Our bodies clashed as we went back for another kiss and we fell on my bed. I fell in top of him. He took the opportunity and squeezed and spanked my butt. It was the first time in my life I felt sexy. I felt powerful. A hot man was under me, I could feel his crotch clashing against my own, he had an expression of excitement in his eyes... the best thing was that the man that was under me was my older brother. He smiled at me and continued kissing me. He caressed my butt, spanked me and then, suddenly, his hand went through my trousers and boxer and grabbed, violently, one of my buttocks. I stopped the kiss and stared at him directly in the eyes. I told him I didn't like porn, and that was true, but I've seen it, and those faces the men usually do when they touched a woman's breast turned me on a lot. Chris was making that face as he touched my body. I undid my trousers and, without giving me an opportunity to react, he threw me to the other side of the bed and, like an animal, took my pants off. He left my tight boxers on. Now, I was laying face down, my buttocks facing him, and then he put himself on top of me. He started moving, as if he was fucking me, and I could feel his hard member in the middle of my butt. Suddenly, he stopped and I heard how he was taking his sweatpants off. He was wearing some grey tight boxers and he looked very sexy. I turned around and we both stare at each other. Both watching our way too obvious erections. "Are you sure?" He asked. "I've never been so sure of something in my life" I said smiling in a sexy way. Chris put his hands at my waist and pulled my underwear off. I will never forget his expression when he saw me fully erected. My pubes, my length, my balls, my sweat and my smell, all of that he observed, sensed and smelled. I felt the most attractive man in the world. "Ed, wow... you're beautiful. You're a god." Chris said, and it was in that precise moment I realized that if we continued, it would never stop. And I didn't care at all. His hands explored all my legs, every single inch of them and, finally, Chris arrives at my manhood. Both of his hands touched my penis for a while, he caressed my dick, he explored my head and smiled. For a brief moment, he smelled me and, while doing that, one of his hands started playing with my balls. Holding each of my testicles in his masculine hands. He stopped and I looked at him. "You're beautiful" he smiled "Can I try something?" I knew what he meant. "Of course" I said with a huge smile on my face. His tongue touched my cock and went all over it. One of my deepest fantasies was becoming a reality. With the point of his tongue, Chris draw the lines of the mushroom head of my dick. I almost came, and my brother saw that, and then, he stopped. "Don't cum yet" he said with a tricky smile on his face "I haven't finished". Then, a vision I had always imagined, an image I've recreated every time I jerked off became truth. Chris took my all penis inside his mouth. All of it. Of course, I wasn't as big as his, but still, I had a good size. Chris started giving me head then, his lips moving up and down on my manhood. He was good at this. All I could do was moan, I had never felt something like that, it was not only the most amazing pleasure ever, but it was just as I had imagined. Chris was blowing me when I took him from the back of his head and I choked him. "Please, take it all"- I said in a tone unknown even for me. Chris did that and continued. He was choking and his head was moving up and down. Of course I couldn't hold my cum for a lot of time. It was my first sexual experience and the pleasure was just too big. "I'm gonna cum" I said grasping. But Chris didn't stopped. I could see the head of my dick inside his cheek. I hold the back of his head and I chocked him in the process. I started shooting my load in Chris' mouth. I could see he wasn't breathing, but I couldn't have any kind of control. Then I saw something I never imagined. He was swallowing my seed... and he was moaning. When I finally stopped cumming, he let my dick and stood up. "Dude, that was... wow... where did you learn that?"- I managed to say. "Let's just say I do watch porn"- he smiled. A little trail of my cum in the corner of his mouth. When I made a signal for him to clean himself, he just grabbed it with his tongue and swallowed it. Chris smiled and said. "It's my turn". I just smiled and did the face I always do when I'm excited. "You're so cute" Chris said. This was it. The moment I'd waited for my entire life. I stood up, my dick still hard. I faced him and I gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. As I pressed my lips in his, I started taking his tight boxers off. And finally, his manhood popped out. I caressed him, I jacked him off and I was enjoying it so much. "Please, blow me" he said, a desperate look on his face. I lowered myself. His beautiful dick in front of my lips. Without think it twice, I put his whole length in my mouth. As I blowed him, I looked up to him and I could see his orgasmic expression. I tried to do a good job, I imitated the exact moves he did with me. My head bouncing up and down. I could feel the sweet taste of his precum. My balls were getting tighter and I realized I was going to cum again. Having Chris's cock in my mouth, giving him pleasure was like heaven. I continued. Then, with both of his hands, he grabbed my head and started face-fucking me. The sensation was glorious. It was glorious to see his facial expressions, it was amazing feeling all his length inside me, his mushroom head clashing against my throat. He was choking me and I couldn't breath. But he'll if it was worthy. My brother continued and all I could do was to enjoy every single moment of it. "Eddy, I'm about to cum. If you want, get it out..." Hell no. It wasn't even an option. His load arrived at my mouth. It was a lot, after three shots of his hot semen, I started swallowing all. Every single drop. In total, he shot 7 times and I'm proud to say I managed to swallow every single drop. After he started getting soft, I let him out of my mouth. Chris grabbed me by my arms and hugged me. We both fell on the bed. Chris lay facing up the ceiling. I rested on his chest, my head on his athletic chest, one of my legs on his penis (lucky for me since I could still feel him). "I would like to stay like this forever" I said. We stayed there in silence for some minutes. My brother caressing my back and my butt. Then, Chris stood up. I thought that he was going to leave again and the hell of Chris ignoring me wasn't an option to me now. "Listen, we need to get dress" he said "Mom and Dad can arrive any minute now... I don't want this to get ruined". After I heard that, I smiled. However, seeing Chris with clothes again was a little disappointing... but he looked hot anyway. When we were fully dressed, we went downstairs, to the yard. We sat on some wooden chairs and we faced each other. Chris was smiling and I was happy for seeing this reaction. "What are we going to do?" Chris asked me. "Well, for me it's very clear". "Then tell me". I spoke with a serious tone, I tried to sound confident but I was nervous as hell. "I want us to be like... boyfriends... seriously, I can't imagine being with someone else, or feeling something for somebody else... I want to be with you... I want you to make me yours, I want to make you mine... I..." "Ok, stop" he interrupted "I agree. I want to be with you, however, I'm still your older brother... don't understand me wrong, but I think we need to take it a little slow... of course I'll take your virginity one day... but we need to take it slow, do you agree?" I didn't agree. But I couldn't dare to spoil anything. I was actually thinking Chris could take me that same day... it was a little disappointing "Of course, I agree" I managed to say. Chris got closer and kissed me passionately. We stopped the kiss as soon as we heard the garage door opening. Chris was frozen with fear and then he looked at me "Listen, Eddy. You're mine. Do you understand?" I nodded, I couldn't be happier. He kneeled right in front of me. "Would you do me the honor of going with me on a date?" He looked so sweet. A beautiful and hopeful expression on his face. I smiled and said "Of course". We kissed again and each sat on his respective chair just as dad walked outside where we were. He smiled at us and said: "My boys, guess what? Tomorrow we're going to hooters!". We both faked happiness. But Chris and I couldn't stop staring at each other, desire in every single one of our glimpses.