Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2022 03:10:03 +0000
From: M S <blondtop18@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Harding Brothers - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

The Harding brothers grew up in a typical, middle class, nuclear family.
Just under two years apart in age, Robby and Josh had been roughhousing,
bickering and picking on one another every chance they got, ever since
Josh could walk and talk. Although they would never dare say it out loud,
they loved each other like only brothers can. They were fiercely devoted
to one another, and would take up for each other under any
circumstances.

For most of their lives, the boys enjoyed a carefree existence. They knew
they were not rolling in money, but there was always food in the fridge,
plentiful gifts at Christmas and birthdays, and their parents never
fought in front of them. Mom worked occasionally as a substitute teacher;
Dad inspected manufacturing facilities. Although he traveled for work
rather frequently, he was still an active presence in his sons' lives,
and a good father. Mom doted on them, but seemed to grow joyless, tired
and conservative as the boys got older. This frustrated their Dad, a fact
that was lost on the boys in their younger years.

At 16 and 14, the boys' idyllic life was suddenly upended. Their Dad
confessed to carrying on a series of affairs over many years. The
confession was not made in hopes of forgiveness, but rather, freedom. The
boys would realize many years later that in fact, neither side was
willing to fight to save the marriage. A brief and confusing separation
was followed by a definite divorce. It all happened pretty quickly. The
family's suburban home, the only house the boys had ever lived in, went
on the market and sold within days. Dad moved to an apartment in a town
nearly two hours away.

As if the breakup of their family wasn't hard enough, it seemed to
coincide with a coming-of-age rift between the boys. Until this point,
they had always felt close enough in age and life experience to relate
easily to one another, understanding each other without saying a word.
But suddenly, something was different.


The way that Robby protected their Mom, and Josh their Dad, that part
wasn't new. It was clear where each had gotten their personality.
However, one fleeting conversation during the separation seemed to point
out the stark reality of their natural allegiances, not to mention their
differences in maturity.

One day as the boys arrived home after school, discussing their plans to
visit their Dad over the weekend, Josh carelessly mused about their
parents getting back together once Mom "stops being such a bitch."
Robby sharply pulled his head out of the fridge to glare at his younger
brother.


"What? Mom's not a bitch."

Josh rolled his eyes and tipped his head back. "Robbyyyyyy CMON. You
know what I mean. She's uptight." He shrugged his shoulders taking a
bite of a cold pop tart. "That's why Dad wanted a break. He'll be
back." Josh was quickly startled by the sound of the fridge door
slamming shut, looking up to find his brother right in his face.


"You don't know what the FUCK you're talking about. He's not on a
"break" you idiot. You're such a stupid fucking KID." Robby stomped
out of the kitchen, upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door, without
ever eating a thing.

The whole episode was bewildering to Josh, but he knew Robby could be
moody.

A few days later, at their Dad's new apartment -- where he worked hard
to impress the boys with the view, shiny new toys, and even offering them
their first beers -- Josh could see Robby wasn't having it. Josh was
dumbfounded. Didn't Robby WANT their Dad to come back home?


Later that night, Josh woke to find his brother out of bed. He tiptoed
towards the hallway. What he overheard, he really couldn't believe: a
slightly tearful Robby berating their father, the head of their
household, Josh's idol. Josh listened to the hushed whispers for about
five minutes, not catching everything, but what he did catch was hard to
hear.

"You BROKE her"

"..... selfish.....fucking asshole"


The most cutting, devastating thing Josh heard, and what sent him back to
his bed, was hearing his brother utter the words:

"I FUCKING. HATE. YOU."

Josh felt confused. But above all else, he knew that his family, at least
the way he saw it, was done. And more painfully, the brother he'd always
felt so close to was suddenly in a very different place.

Mom managed to find a suitable rental for her and the boys to live in, in
a neighbourhood where they could continue attending the same school. It
was a nice enough place given their new reality and new budget, but there
was one huge change that neither Robby nor Josh was prepared for: the
brothers were going to have to share a bedroom.

"Mom! He STINKS!" Josh whined as he and Robby toured the empty rental
with their mother. "And this room's so SMALL!" Josh extended his arms to
demonstrate his point. Robby grimaced slightly and folded his arms over
his rounded chest.

"I stink? You need to put your arms down, punk, before you make me and ma
pass out." Josh sneered and gave Robby a playful push on the shoulder.

"Shut up jerk!" Robby snatched Josh's wrist with ease, twisting him
around and rapidly slipping his arms under Josh's pits to put him in a
sleeper hold.

"Boys...BOYS," their mother interceded, "...please. This is hard enough
without you two arguing."

Robby slowly let Josh free, and both boys looked a bit ashamed of
themselves.

"It's time you grew up a little," their mother chided, "and besides, you
both need to get used to sharing space with people, anyway. You're going
to have roommates in college, you know."


As their mom lectured them, Robby and Josh looked at each other
defiantly. Their mother's face clearly expressed the difficulty she was
having in the moment. Robby hugged his mother tenderly as he softly
apologized.

"Sorry, ma." Josh walked up to the side of his mother and brother and
hugged them both from the side, "Me too, Mom. Sorry." With their Mom's
eyes turned downward, Josh stuck his tongue out at Robby. Robby's eyes
narrowed and he mouthed the words FUCK YOU.

The next few months were a blur for the Harding brothers. In addition to
their already busy athletics schedules, they both had to help Mom pack
and move house. Dad had become very scarce, seeing the family quite
infrequently, going so far as to hire a moving company to collect the
possessions he was allotted in the divorce agreement. Without their
father there, Robby naturally stepped into a more authoritative role,
leading to occasional fights between him and his younger, willful
brother. But aside from these isolated incidents, Josh was mostly helpful
and cooperative, especially when he could tell his mother was
particularly overwhelmed by the circumstances. Josh also could feel Robby
maturing at a disproportionate pace, and was trying desperately not to
lose touch with him. Their mother's mental state deteriorated to the
point that she had to see a doctor, and was prescribed medication to help
her sleep.

Despite the rapid upheaval in their lives, the Harding brothers adjusted
to their new reality with an uncharacteristic maturity (mostly because
Josh was savvy enough to follow Robby's example). Josh found himself
thinking more and more about Robby, and how admirable Robby's growing
maturity was.

Another preoccupation of the younger Harding brother was his own
developing body, and his envy of his older brother. Josh was quite keen
to know how he was going to grow. Before his parents' divorce, there were
many instances of casual nudity between the Harding men. Josh was aware
that he was younger, but could still see and understand the similarities
between his body, his brother's and his father's. He had assumed that the
three of them, while in different stages of development, were just
normal, average males.

At 16, Robby could have easily passed for one or two years older.
Wrestling and rugby had developed his young body into a firm, solid,
muscular build. He had broad shoulders and firm rounded pecs, a taut
defined stomach leading down to strong hips and thick, meaty legs and
ass. He had big feet for his age -- size 12 sneakers. In just the past
few months, he had started to grow a light treasure trail on his lower
abs, to go with his now thick pubes and armpit hair. His chest, butt and
upper thighs remained mostly smooth.

Robby was quite handsome, and many of his classmates had crushes on him,
but Robby was a natural loner. He was quiet, unassuming, and usually
reserved, and only had a couple close friends, aside from his younger
brother. When in company he found comfortable, Robby could be quite
sociable and talkative, but at school, he had a bit of a reputation as
being an intense, mysterious, lone wolf type (which ironically went a
long way to getting people to crush on him).

Josh, on the other hand, was an energetic and outgoing 14-year-old. He
became obsessed with baseball at an early age, playing in Little League
as soon as he was able, collecting baseball cards and memorizing stats of
his favorite players. He was a very curious and bright boy. He seemed to
want to know everything, how things worked, how to make things work, fix
things. He was eager to do any outside chores, and his brother often
teased him for being such a brownnoser.

Compared to his brother, Josh was definitely leaner, almost lanky, and
just smaller overall. They were roughly the same height, 5'9" and
5'8", but Robby probably outweighed his brother by 30 pounds. He was
still growing, too, but was pretty much smooth all over, with a nearly
invisible dusting of blonde peach fuzz on his forearms, stomach, and
shins. He had sprouted darker fuller pubic and armpit hair, a development
that he took great pride in.

While not identical by any means, you could tell that Robby and Josh were
brothers. Robby's face was wider, with a strong square jaw and rounded
cheekbones. He had started growing stubble on his face, shaving it
weekly, and kept his slightly wavy dirty blonde hair cut to a medium
length that terminated just at his earlobes. Josh's face was more boyish
and oblique. Josh preferred his hair short on the sides and in the back,
with a longer messy top that stuck up like a haystack. His hair was a
shade lighter than Robby's. The one feature they shared most closely was
their twinkling chocolate brown eyes.

One of Josh's many secrets was a jealousy of his older brother's obvious,
burgeoning manliness. Josh hoped that he would have fuzzy, masculine
muscles like his big brother someday and someday soon. As Josh began
puberty, and sprouted his prized pubic hair, he began noticing something
else in the locker rooms during baseball season. He'd always thought of
himself as average, but seeing other boys in the nude, boys not related
to him, Josh realized that his cock was NOT average. Even when he and his
teammates were casually dressing after gym or practice, Josh noticed that
his soft cock was undoubtedly bigger than his peers. And shortly after
this revelation, Josh began to inspect himself in the bathroom mirror
nightly. Looking at himself from different angles, touching hi.s body,
touching his cock. He found that touching it not only made it larger, and
harder, but that it also gave him a very pleasant feeling. In this way,
Josh discovered masturbation.

He wanted to know more about this feeling. He wanted to understand, to
know how it worked. But in the midst of his parents' split, and the
awkward nature of the subject in general, he had no idea who to turn to,
and even if he did, how could he ever broach the subject?

Josh started jerking off every chance he got. He'd just tug his dick a
couple times and it would stand at attention, and he'd keep rubbing it
until he had a sudden feeling like he was going to piss, and his body
would tingle and relax, and then his cock would be soft again. At first,
he did this in the bathroom, watching himself in the mirror, but once he
was interrupted by Robby knocking on their bathroom door, he decided to
confine the activity to the privacy of his bedroom.

As things between his parents got more tense, Josh started touching
himself much more frequently. To the point where, he felt like he didn't
have much control over it. Then, one evening before bed, during his usual
routine, he felt that special feeling he loved so much building in his
oversized teenage dick. But this time, the feeling wracked his body with
a new intensity, and as he stretched his long lean legs out and curled
his toes in anticipation, his loose gripped hand gliding up and down his
young member, he felt a weird surge. He tightened his grip, sped up his
pace, and stifled a moan as he stared in awe at his swelling knob.
Suddenly, like magic, a clear, snotty looking goo started pouring out of
his piss slit, all in his pubes, and he rocked side to side, struggling
to stay quiet as he ejaculated for the first time.

Josh panicked instantly. He thought he'd somehow injured himself. After
all, he'd never stroked his cock so hard. He stood up and paced his room,
feeling the goo run down into the pits of his groin. He snatched up a
dirty t-shirt from his hamper and began frantically wiping his cock,
balls and undercarriage, but he was once again overwhelmed with that
super special feeling, and more goo came oozing out. If he had hurt
himself, he thought, then why did it feel so good? Then he
wondered...would Robby know? His older brother would be the only person
he could conceivably talk to about this new, strange development. But
then, Robby would probably laugh at him. Tease him. He tossed his soaked
t-shirt back into the hamper, and crawled into bed, naked, and fell
asleep.

Since Josh had no intention of giving up the special feeling of playing
with his cock, he came up with a creative manner of dealing with his
ejaculate: he started using socks. He would play with himself until he
was hard (which took less than a minute), then he'd slip one of his dirty
socks over his dick and slide it down, and stroke his young jock dick
until the goo just came out in the sock. Then all Josh had to do was
squeeze out the excess, wipe it up his shaft and knob, and toss the sock
in the hamper. This became his routine, and a regular distraction from
the tumult of his parents' divorce.

But now...NOW...how in the WORLD was he going to be able to have his
special, private time? The new house was so small. The bathroom actually
adjoined to their mother's room. And Robby would be in the room every
night. Josh was beside himself. For the first two weeks in the new house,
he didn't masturbate once. He noticed that his dick was getting stiff ALL
the time, and in the most embarrassing situations. Even baseball
practice, putting on his jockstrap and cup, his dick would get instantly
hard, and he'd conceal it in a panic from his teammates.

There was one silver lining, however: after a few days of sharing a room
with Robby, Josh noticed he was quite a heavy sleeper. For a week and a
half, Josh would fake sleep until his older brother was sufficiently
passed out. Then Josh would get up and make minimal noise, or sometimes
even nudge Robby's shoulder or foot to see how he'd react. It was usually
the same: Robby would grunt or mumble something in his sleep, shift
around or roll over, and settle back into a light snore. These
experiments emboldened Josh, who was going crazy with teenage
horniness.

Two weeks to the day after the Harding brothers moved into their new home
and shared room, Josh waited until Robby went to the bathroom to get
ready for bed. He grabbed a knee sock he'd worn at baseball practice that
afternoon, and stashed it under the covers of his bed. He pulled off his
t-shirt and crawled into bed under the covers, just in his boxer shorts,
which was his usual custom. Robby walked in, yawning, and sat on his bed.
He pulled off his shoes and socks, then tugged off his shirt. Josh was
laid on his side, with his back to Robby.

"You asleep needledick?" Robby asked quietly. Josh didn't move or answer.
"Man, mom's medicine knocks her the fuck out," Robby chuckled as he
stood, undoing his belt and jeans, and pushing them down, pulling his
large feet out one leg at a time. He stood there a moment in his blue
boxerbriefs. He smirked and scratched his balls in his underwear, "Guess
you're knocked the fuck out, too." Robby walked over and turned off the
lamp on Josh's nightstand, and, to Josh's surprise and delight, gave his
younger brother a tender rub on the head, his fingers sliding through
Josh's messy hair. "Night, numbnuts," Robby whispered, and smiled. He
took the few steps required to get to his bed and laid down, pulling the
sheet and blanket over him, and clicking off his lamp. Even with no
light, the streetlight outside the boys' window lit the room enough to
see once their eyes were adjusted.

Josh laid still with his back to his brother. His eyes were closed, but
his mind was racing. His young dick was so hard it ached, and it was
already leaking some goo, which, along with a change in the color,
consistency, and amount Josh shot when he climaxed, was another source of
worry. Josh thought he had permanently injured his dick, but like an
itch, he could not keep himself from scratching. He very slowly,
surreptitiously slid his left hand down, his right pinned under him on
his side, and slipped his erect, drooling cock out of the wide fly of his
loose, plaid boxer shorts. He softly pet his erection with his open hand,
his soft palm sending waves of pleasure through his body. His heart
pounded so hard he could feel his pulse in his cock against his hand. He
bit his lip and struggled to stop. Surely, it was too soon.

After fifteen agonizing minutes, Josh finally heard the telltale sign of
Robby's light snoring. Josh softly whimpered and pretended to roll onto
his back in his sleep. He looked over at Robby. He squinted and waited
for his eyes to adjust to the low light, and could finally make out his
brother's features: Robby's lips were slightly parted, and his eyes
closed. His covers were pushed down to his waist, exposing his muscular
frame, including the new sexy treasure trail that even Josh had noticed
by now. His right arm was draped over his face, exposing his deep, dark,
thickly haired armpit; his left arm bent and draped across his torso. His
big right foot was just barely dangling over the edge of the bed,
protruding from under the covers.

Josh knew it was possible his brother was just faking, waiting to catch
him and tease him, but that was mere paranoia, a concept that would never
occur to an overly hung 14-year-old desperate to play with his raging
hard cock. For a split second, Josh's eyes lingered on Robby's slowly
rising and falling pecs, and for the millionth time hoped/wished he'd
have a chest like that someday. Josh shook that thought off and threw
caution to the wind: he lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down and
off under the covers, and fumbled his hand around until he found his
hidden knee sock. He spread his legs wide and then drew them up, bent at
the knees, his feet planted on the mattress. This created a large tent
over his crotch, so if Robby WAS awake or DID wake up, Josh's movements
would be obscured.

Josh pointed his cock up with his right hand, his thumb pushing up at the
base. He could feel his pulse through his thumb on his dick and vice
versa; his teenage excitement palpable. He slipped the sock over his knob
and caught a whimper in his throat, working it lower, lower, slowly, down
to his nuts. He used his left hand to pop his smooth balls into the tight
elastic top of the sock, and squeezed them gently. With his right hand,
he started to very slowly, methodically, stroke the soft fabric of the
sock up and down his hard 7" cock, feeling his precum quickly dampen the
inside. He squeezed his nuts harder and threw his head back, biting his
bottom lip and stifling another moan. He picked up his stroke pace
considerably, feeling the extra length of cloth over his knob start to
flop as he tightened his grip and jacked his sensitive member even
faster.

With a suddenness that shocked Josh out of his sexual revelry, Robby
snored inwardly very loudly, and shifted around on his bed. Josh froze
immediately. His knees were still up; he didn't think how incriminating
his current position would be, because after Robby's loud snore and body
move, Josh heard Robby audibly mumble, "Do you wwannt me too..."

The phrase sent Josh's mind racing, and then he realized how he would
look to Robby at that moment, so he instantly stretched his legs down and
rolled onto his side simultaneously, facing his older brother's bed.

Josh laid there and stared at his brother for a couple minutes. Robby's
entire thick, furry, muscular right leg had flopped all the way off the
side of the bed. His left leg had bent, his left knee pushing his covers
back, exposing his entire body save his left knee. His right arm was down
now, his big hand spread and resting over his navel. His left hand had
slipped to rest on the inside of his left thigh. Josh's heart pounded in
his chest like a hammer. His pulse was so strong and his cock so hard, he
could feel it bobbing with each heartbeat, making the loose portion of
his knee sock that extended beyond his cockhead actually flop ever so
slightly and tap the inside of his thigh.

Once again, Josh found his gaze fixed on Robby's slow, steady, rising and
falling chest. His mind flashed again with a conflicted mix of envy and
admiration. Josh watched as his brother's movements evened out to be
indicative of sound sleep, but as he waited, agonized, for that
confirmation, his mind also raced with the possible implications of
Robby's sleep talk: "Do you want me to?" Do they want you to do WHAT?
Who? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

With all this teenage lust mixed with the mystery and Josh's natural
curiosity, he watched Robby about another minute before concluding he
was, in fact, fully asleep. Although he didn't totally realize it in
these terms, this was, in fact, up to this moment, the very most intimate
moment Josh had ever had with his older brother. The most intimate
moment, in fact, he had ever shared with anyone. Unable to fully
understand this confluence of thoughts and feelings, Josh slowly, quietly
slipped out of his bed and tiptoed over to the side of his brother's bed.
His young cock was still rock hard and wrapped in a sock, bobbing gently
in front of him as he crept, pointing like a compass.

Josh stood there, his arms limp at his sides and his mouth hanging open.
He stared for a moment at Robby's handsome, manly face, convincing
himself definitively that his older brother was genuinely asleep, and not
playing some elaborate prank.

By now, Josh's eyes had effectively adjusted to the low light of their
shared room, and in this silent, private moment, young Josh could admire
his brother's innocence as he never had before. Once again, he was gazing
at his brother's impressive pecs, but in addition to his jealousy
concerning their perfect roundness and firmness. For the first time, Josh
noticed Robby's nipples. They were round and in perfect symmetry with one
another, the nubs round and protruding. Josh smirked as he thought of
Robby's nipples as twin erections on his chest. Then Josh regarded
Robby's foot. Josh always thought of feet as ugly and smelly, but in this
strange and new moment, he realized, however primally, that they were
symbolic of Robby's power, Robby's prowess, Robby's ability on the mat
and on the field.

Josh's eyes drifted slowly up his brother's leg, from ankle, to shin and
calf, knee, quad, and inner thigh. The definition and musculature of
Robby's leg, and how his leg hair enhanced it, mystified young Josh. Once
again, he found himself in a state of hopeful envy of his older
brother.

This slow and languid inventory of Robby's leg's anatomy was suddenly
interrupted by the leg of his boxer briefs stretched around his thigh.
Josh sighed practically silently, but then his eyes drifted slightly to
the right. And he saw something he never saw before.

Robby's dick was hard in his underwear. Josh was young and ignorant
enough that, if he even had seen an erect penis other than his before, it
didn't really register. But given that he'd only recently become aware of
his own cock and its above average size, coupled with his envy of his
older brother's body, the sight of Robby's cock bulge was a revelation.

Josh was entranced by the sight. Robby's cock was so perfectly outlined
that his little brother could make out all the details, even in the low
light. Robby's knob, especially, was plain to see, his bell-end
resembling the end of a deadly, primitive club. And right at the tip of
Robby's impressive spearhead was a round, dark puddle soaked through.
Josh finally had confirmation that the "goo" he had been so worried about
wasn't a symptom of harm after all. Josh's eyes trailed up and down,
memorizing the details just like he used to with baseball players.
Robby's slab was thick, and long - over 8 inches, even though Josh
wouldn't know to estimate that measurement. All Josh knew was that it was
definitely bigger than his own, in both length and girth. It was so hard
and stood out from Robby's body with such might that even the tight
elastic waistband of his boxer briefs was raised up from his crotch,
giving Josh a glimpse of the thick, curly bush adorning it underneath.
Most excitingly of all, Josh could just make out the fat base of his
brother's cock, where it was rooted in his thicket of pubes. Josh had a
whole new reason to envy and admire his brother.

Josh was so caught up in examining his brother's erection that his body
had gone into autopilot. As he visually soaked in every detail of his
brother's cockbulge, his hand had started stroking his own cock in his
sock again. He sped up the pace as he felt a new, forbidden and dirty
sensation well up in him. Josh was so caught up in pleasuring himself to
the sight of his own brother that, when Robby snored loudly and shifted
in his sleep a second time, Josh wasn't deterred a bit. Not even when
Robby writhed in his sleep, his hand sliding over his fabric-covered
dick, and squeezing it through his underwear. At the sight of this, at
that moment, Josh stifled an intense whimper by throwing his free hand
over his own mouth. He suddenly realized that maybe - just maybe - Robby
enjoyed jerking off just as much as Josh did. As Josh increased his sock
fucking to even greater speed and intensity, his mind flooded with a
fantasy of showing Robby how to use socks to masturbate, and the two of
them laying side by side, pleasuring themselves together as Robby praised
and thanked Josh for helping him make his cock feel so good.

His head swimming with this sudden, lurid fantasy, biting his knuckles on
his left hand to stifle any noise he might make, Josh's eyes zeroed in on
Robby's black ankle sock on the floor, right next to the bed, by Josh's
foot. With full abandon, Josh whipped his knee sock off his dick, making
it spring and sway, rock hard and on edge. Josh snatched up Robby's sock,
still damp and slightly warm from its daily wear, and slid his cock into
it with absolutely no hesitation. Josh started to fuck the sock and his
hand so fast and hard that he nearly fell over, having to catch himself
by gripping the edge of the bed with his hand, dangerously close to
Robby's hip. After two weeks of denial, caught up in these new, dirty
thoughts about his own brother, Josh hammered his cock in the black sock
a few more times, clenched his throat to stifle his cum groan, and let
his 7 inch, 14 year old cock explode like an atom bomb into Robby's worn
sock.

Josh's dick spewed with such intensity that his first two spurts shot
through the toe of the sock and splattered the side of Robby's bed on the
sheet. Josh stood up panting quietly, gripping his knob in the fabric and
squeezing it off, milking the rest of his load into the sock. As he
basked in the afterglow, Robby snored loudly and shifted in his sleep
again. Panicked, Josh jerked the cum-filled sock off his still-hard cock,
snatched up his own knee sock, and dove into his bed. He rolled over
under the covers quickly, with his back to Robby, just as he heard Robby
mumble some other unintelligible sleep talk.

Josh laid still, fondling his still-hard, super sensitive young dick,
rubbing the last bit of cum oozing from his tip down his shaft. When he
heard his brother's snoring resume its normal sound and rhythm, he slowly
rolled back over to stare in awe at his brother. He sighed contentedly,
fondling his dick, and slowly drifted to sleep watching his brother
sleep.

Josh didn't even think that by morning, both Robby's sock and sheet would
likely still be wet with his cum.