Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2016 22:14:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Smith Subject: The Closeness of Brothers - 1 The Closeness of Brothers By: Michael Smith -Nifty- Please consider donating to Nifty, a site that has housed a wonderful library of material, and encourages new authors to try their voices and submit their work: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -Author's Note- All feedback is very much appreciated. Please send to: wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com -Chapter 1: Caleb's Desire- Halfway into the movie, Noah Foster moves closer to his big brother. Caleb lifts his arm to welcome the shirtless boy. His hand rests on Noah's forearm as the boy cuddles against him. They are covered by the soft throw on the couch, and by pyjama bottoms resurrected from Christmas; Caleb's with pictures of Santa and Noah's with little elves. This is how the boys can be found on some Friday nights, while their parents are out on a weekly date. Noah is almost thirteen, and there is a sweetness to his smell. There are hormones stirring in the boy, and Noah pulls his legs onto the couch and sits in a way that his erection would not be noticed. For the moment, he is soft inside his pants, but the state of that changes without a moment's notice. Caleb stares at the screen, his thoughts consumed by the boy's smell. He can feel Noah's long hair, soft against his bare chest. He desperately wants to move his hand from Noah's forearm and feel parts of the boy that are covered by his pyjamas. Caleb puts his other hand inside his own pyjamas. He allows himself a few light strokes as he imagines what the boy feels like between his legs. Anything more than that might be noticed, and Caleb has to stop. He wants the movie to pass quickly, longing for the privacy of his bedroom. The movie comes to an end and with the television switched off, there is nothing but the sound of breathing. Caleb holds Noah even tighter, enjoying the warmth of the boy's skin for a few more moments before they go upstairs. Caleb let's Noah climb the stairs first, so he can watch the boy from behind. As they brush their teeth in their shared bathroom, Caleb watches his brother from the corner of his eye, imagining himself teasing Noah's nipples. When the boy is not looking, Caleb keeps having to push his erection downwards to try to hide it. If he has noticed, Noah has not said anything about it. "Good night Noah." Noah faces his brother, his head upturned. Caleb brings his lips to Noah's. It's a quick, brotherly kiss; the way they were taught to say good night when they were little boys. Caleb waits for Noah to disappear, and for the door to close, before he heads back to his own room. Caleb strips off the pyjamas and lays face up on his bed. Caleb resists touching himself, for now, instead concentrating on his breathing, feeling his pounding heart, and waiting for something that isn't coming. He closes his eyes and his mind brings him back to years past, when there would sometimes be a knock on his door and a little pyjama clad boy, awoken from a nightmare, seeking comfort. Caleb thinks about Noah now; a skinny twig growing into a sapling. The boy's muscles are starting to develop and his scent has started to include hormones. Caleb can almost hear the knock; he can almost feel the boy coming into his bedroom and climbing into bed next to him. He imagines himself pull down the boy's pyjamas and feeling Noah's boyhood. Caleb can resist no longer. He begins to stroke himself, as images of Noah flood his mind. A glimpse of the top of the boy's bottom when his pants ride down; Noah's pale legs which are visible when he's wearing gym shorts; nipples begging to be teased. Caleb pulls the skin all the way back, and with his other hand, teases the slit underneath the head, until he is wet. He lets the skin return. Because of the erection, it only reaches halfway up the head. "Put on your Christmas pyjamas as well!" Noah had said. At seventeen, Caleb is too old for Christmas pyjamas. But it was a family tradition; even mom and dad did it. And there they were, the soft red pants sitting in a drawer. Caleb uses the pyjamas to wipe up when he is finished. Caleb covers himself, still naked, under the blankets. Now satisfied, he begins to feel guilt for these thoughts in his head. Noah is, after all, his little brother. ... Earlier that evening, Caleb was sitting in his car with his best friend Ryan. He was trying to make a decision. Caleb was accepted to the college of his choice, two hours away from home. It is close enough that he can live at home, but far enough away that it would also make sense not to. "You really should get your own place," Ryan says. Ryan has been saying this to him ever since the acceptances came out. "I mean, I'm going to. And your dad did say he would pay for it." Caleb's father is of the same opinion as Ryan. That at this age, going to college, it would be a good experience for Caleb to live alone. Today is their last day of high school. Ryan is leaving the next day for a long, summer trip. It is the last time they will be able to talk for a while. "Well, I guess I have a lot of thinking to do. Have a good trip Ryan." The boys give one another a brief, friendly hug before Ryan leaves the car, and Caleb drives home. He has been looking forward to the summer, especially to spending more time with his little brother. And it is for this reason too that he does not know if he wants to move away at the end of it. Caleb enters his bedroom. It is late, but he thinks that Noah may still be awake. He undresses slowly, and hangs his school uniform carefully. He will never wear it again, but he always looked good in it. The navy jacket compliments his eyes; the striped tie makes him look tall. Caleb never cared for the grey pants, and he removes them, stripping himself down to a well fitted pair of black boxer briefs. His door suddenly swings open, without so much as a warning knock. "You're finally home! Guess what we're doing for my birthday!" Noah exclaims. He walks into Caleb's room, dressed in a pair of red pyjama bottoms resurrected from Christmas, naked from the waist up. Caleb has noticed the boy has started to fill out a little bit. Caleb does not answer. Instead he puts his hand behind the boy's head, feeling his soft hair, and leads him over to the bed. They sit beside one another. "I'm too tired to guess kiddo, just tell me." Caleb puts his arm around his brother. He can smell the shampoo in the boy's wavy blonde hair. The hormones have started to give him the distinct smell of a teenaged boy. Caleb rests his hand on Noah's forearm, wishing he could rest it somewhere else. He knows he should not have these thoughts, but when Noah is around, his only thought is the curiosity of what Noah has between his legs. Noah produces a brochure advertising a sun filled resort hotel somewhere down south. The grounds appear to be filled with palm trees, set against the bright blue of the ocean. "They're even getting us our own room!" Noah says excitedly. Caleb raises an eyebrow and looks down at his little brother. "Cool, that'll be fun." Caleb smiles, imagining himself in a room with Noah, the possibilities of what can happen. "Yeah! Hey, wanna watch a movie?" Noah asks, ignoring the fact that his brother is tired. Caleb yawns, but he agrees. "Sure kiddo." Noah orders his brother to put on his Christmas Pyjamas, and leaves to go get a movie started. ... It is that time of the early morning when the colour of the sky is changing from black to navy blue. Even at this time, Caleb sweats as he runs through the streets of the quiet suburb. The summer's warmth lingers, and the muscles in his legs begin to ache as he pushes himself to run further. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a short tree in someone's yard. His mind tricks him into thinking it is Noah. From this point on, he feels his muscles start to ache. He wants it to be Noah, there with him. He wants to collapse into every lawn, tickling his little brother, making Noah laugh as they roll around in soft grass. The boy stays in his head for the remainder of the workout. Then, as he stands under the hot spray of the shower, he thinks about the trip they in a few days. Turning off the water, he realizes he forgot his towel. He walks back to his room, naked and dripping. His heart jumps as he walks into the bedroom, about to grab his towel off the hook on the door, when he sees Noah dressed in a too large pair of swimming trunks, tugging at the string around the waist. "Noah!" he snaps. "What are you doing in here?" Noah is startled. His eyes open wide as he looks at his naked brother. He says nothing; he stares, his body frozen. "Why don't you take a picture," Caleb says. "It'll last longer." He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist, while Noah, coming to his sense, looks away. "What are you doing in here?" "Sorry!" Noah says. "I wanted to show you the new swim trunks mom bought me. But, umm, they don't seem to fit." Caleb sighs. Noah's face is red. "Alright, let's see." Caleb ties the towel, so his hands are free. Noah lets go of the trunks and they fall a little bit. He grabs them. "I'll take you to the mall later, we'll exchange them. How about that?" "Really?" "Yeah. What are you doing up so early anyway?" "I-I ... nothing ..." Noah says nervously. He leaves the room to get dressed. Caleb lets his towel fall once Noah is gone. He closes his eyes, freezing the picture of the shirtless boy, of the trunks falling down and almost revealing his brother's boyhood. His heart is pounding. "Snap out of it," he says to himself, out loud. He picks up the towel again and lays down on his bed. He begins to stroke himself. It's an activity that always clears his head. He pushes any thought of Noah out of his head, trying to think about anything else. But it does not work. As he comes, he can only think about his brother. He cleans himself off with his towel and sits up in bed. He stares at the door, almost wanting Noah to come in again. "Fuck," he says out loud. ... Despite needing to go himself, Caleb rolls his eyes when Noah says he has to pee. They find the bathroom in the mall. Noah walks towards the one of the lower urinals at the end; Caleb finds the one as close as he can. The boy pushes himself right up against it, so there is no chance of anybody catching a glimpse. Caleb concentrates, listening; he hears the stream of piss starting, hitting the porcelain. He closes his eyes for a moment as he relieves himself, trying to imagine what his younger brother's penis looks like right now. Caleb sighs as he hears the sound of a zipper. In the store, Caleb waits nervously outside the dressing room, his mind desperately trying to think of any excuse to go in. Noah finally comes out, holding a pair of black swim trunks with baby blue accents. "These fit," he says. Caleb smiles. "Cool. Let's grab a hot dog or something before we go home." ... Noah's voice fills the kitchen. He talks quickly, excitedly, as everyone else eats their dinner. He cannot wait to leave tomorrow. He is excited about the airplane; about the beach and the ocean; the new snorkel and flippers he can try out. He talks about the resort, not letting anybody get a word in edgewise. The excitement of a boy. "Alright, that's enough sweetheart," mom says gently, putting her hand on Noah's arm. "You need to eat your dinner." Noah takes a bite and goes back to talking. Caleb rolls his eyes, but he listens intently. He is excited about the trip as well, and his brother is allowing him to see the vacation through the eyes of a much younger boy. Later that night, Caleb lays in bed, waiting for Noah to join him. He knows that when Noah is this excited about something, that the boy will not sleep. He will come to Caleb's bed to talk more. Caleb lays in bed waiting, anticipating the feel and the smell of his younger brother. But it does not come. There is silence only. Caleb climbs out of bed and turns the doorknob slowly. He does not want to wake his brother; he does not have a reason to in there. He opens the door quietly. Noah's room is dark except for a sliver of moonlight. Like a hurricane, the sound of Noah's breathing fills Caleb's head. The boy's breathing is heavy, whimpers escaping his mouth with the breaths. There is a small, consistent creak from the bed. Caleb can tell from the breathing and the creaking that his brother is masturbating furiously, tugging too hard and too fast. The way a boy will do when he has not yet learned to slow down, to be gentle with himself, to delay his pleasure so as to have a better orgasm. He might be noticed after Noah finishes, and he knows he needs to leave. He stays in the doorway, listening only for as long as he dares, before closing the door quietly. He goes back to his own bed. Even though he strokes gently, he finishes quickly himself. With his head a bit more clear, he smiles to himself. Caleb knows now that he must have his brother; that he cannot resist any longer.