Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2018 10:48:54 -0700 From: Mark Lin Subject: White Smiles and Burning Youth, Chapter 2 Hello dear reader. This is part two of a story between a father, his sons, and the intersection of their lives. This second story continues from the first, and focuses on the relation between the brothers. The series is my first try at writing this kind of story, and would love to hear from you, on what worked and what could be better. Contact me at parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com. Enjoy! --------- Chapter 2 Benjamin and his dad talked a lot that afternoon, in the small little sauna room. Benjamin was embarrassed, of course, but at the same time curious, and thankful. The years that faced him ahead were no longer surprises, and he saw his own transformation into a man, step by step, just like his dad said he would. He would have loved to talk more about it all, but he never really found it easy enough to bring it up out of the blue. He did, of course, talk to his friends at school, and his dad, presumably, trusted that what he had taught him had been more than enough. Outside school, the only other person Benjamin talked to about all this is his older brother. Matt was quite a bit older than him, a gap of 7 years, and was born to another father. Elise had him when she was quite young, with a boyfriend that she's since left. She thought of the boyfriend as an unfortunate mistake, at least when they parted, but not Matt. When the ex eventually couldn't come to terms with the role of father, he drank and he shouted, until one day, they'd decided that Matt would have a better life with Elise. He's barely heard from ever since. Not that this was a big deal for Matt - he barely remembers any of it. The earliest memories he has of his father was Richard. With his straw coloured hair and olive green eyes, strangers often raised a curious eyebrow when little Matt called Richard "daddy". When Benjamin was born, Matt was his brother, not his step-brother. The two grew up together, and laughed together. Benjamin remembers when Matt was leaving for university at another city, he held on so tightly in a hug, Matt joked that he would break his bones. Matt kissed him on the head, wiped the tears off his puffy little eyes, and told him just how much he loved him. The car pulled into the drive way. Not 30 seconds had passed, and Benjamin's mom opened the front door, greeting them. She looked anxious, and was already in her business attire. Benjamin always thought his mom's work look was so different from her normal self - a sharp, severe image of a woman who looked like she knows your darkest, deepest secrets. A suitable look, really, for a political correspondent. "Really Rich, I really thought you'd actually not bring him home before I go!" "Well, he -" His dad started. "Come here Benny!" Elise cracked into a broad smile, opening her arms for an embrace. Benjamin hurried his steps and gave her a hug. "Hey mom. Where to this time? Dad told me you had to go soon." "To New York. It's always a hassle travelling to the States, and New York City especially. They got this pre-clearance and all..." The car flashed twice as his dad locked the car, walking around towards the mother and the son. He gazed fondly at them both. "It's good to have both my big boys here again! Come here!" Elise waved his dad over, and put her arms around them both in a big hug. "Soon it will be three!" Richard said. "Yes, your brother's coming back today to see you before you go off to university! He's going to be here for the weekend." Elise nodded, her gaze fixed on her 18-year-old son. "Oh cool! I haven't seen him for months, not since I had my birthday." "Yes... He had been unusually busy with work stuff, not that I know what it would be for him to not come visit for so long! He called us when..." Elise turned around, looking at a taxi driving towards them. "Oh! That's mine. Sorry dear that I'm dashing away as soon as you're back. You can blame your dad for that." "Oh really, come-" Richard raised his arms up in protest. "I'll need to get the suitcase, see you in a week darling!" Elise hurried into the house in her heels. Benjamin and his dad waved her off, and as the sound of car receded into the distance, his dad put his heavy arms around his shoulders. "Let's get you a shower, buddy, you stink!" --- Benjamin threw his clothes into the laundry basket in the bathroom. Turning around, he examined himself in the mirror. The full height windows, translucent with frosted white, stood either side of the tall mirror and sink, bathing Benjamin's body in natural light. At 5'11, he's just a tad taller than his dad. His dark and dense facial hair had grown a bit unkempt, quite a departure from his normal neat and trimmed look. His skin, tanned to a light bronze shade in the past few weeks, was covered in neat, thin black hairs around his legs. The hair on his chest was trimmed, and his stomach, unlike his dad, was bare. He was lean, with just a hint of definition around the arms and chest. Benjamin turned the chrome tap clockwise. Gentle streams of water flowed out of the rain shower, and Benjamin took a step forward. The water glistened on his body, droplets hanging at his eyebrows. The warmth instantly soothed him, and Benjamin let out a soft sigh. His privates, freed from the fabric of his underwear and caressed by the warm water, relaxed and softened. The woody and citrusy smell of the shower gel engulfed the shower, and steam frosted the glass doors, leaving just a slender silhouette of a young man, and the sound of water splattering on the flattened stones of the floor. Just as Benjamin was towelling off, he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He quickly rubbed the towel on his locks of flowing black hair, and put on a pair of gym shorts, running down the stairs to the front door. His dad was already there, and had just opened it. Benjamin rushed to it, stopping just before stepping out, already smiling wide. The silver car doors opened, and his brother Matt emerged, smiling. His straw coloured hair glistened in the sun, his eyes bright. "Matt!" Benjamin yelled, running towards him. Matt cracked open an even wider smile, opening his arms for his little brother to crash into him with a hug. Benjamin's bare chest felt his brother's cashmere cardigan, and the warmth beneath. The earthy smell of his brother rose into his nostrils, the clean shaven cheek touched his own. He felt his brother's wide, solid shoulders, and an arm hugging his waist. "Hey man, haha! You missed me?" Matt rubbed his little brother's head. "Yea I fucking missed you." Benjamin said softly, overcome with emotion, struggling not to crack his voice, not moving an inch from the embrace. "Let me look at you," Matt said, holding his little brother's shoulders, pulling himself away to examine the young man in front of him. "Still not eating enough." "Boys," Their dad put his arms around them both, giving them a squeeze, "come on in. Ben you are walking bare feet on dirt." The three men smiled, their eyes meeting each others warmly, walking towards the door. ---- "Ben, I'm taking you out tonight buddy." Matt said at the dinner table. "Oh? What for?" Benjamin said, both his dad and himself looked curiously on. "For you making it to such a good university! I couldn't be there when you got accepted, but I'm making up for it now." Matt said smiling. "Take him back in one piece though, and don't stay too late, he's been out for so long." Richard said cautiously. "No worries dad, I can take care of him." Matt said. "I can take care of me too." Benjamin quipped, eliciting a smile from the two men. After dinner, Matt told him to dress in smart casual. Benjamin took out a white dress shirt, and put on a skinny pair of blue jeans. When he met Matt downstairs, Matt had already been waiting. He's got a white V-neck on, as well as a light blue blazer. He wore dark jeans and a pair of tan loafers. His straight straw coloured hair combed to one side, with just a few long strands dangling over his right eye. "Oh hello Avicci," Benjamin joked. "Haha, come on, the taxi's waiting outside. I'm not driving." Matt opened the front door. They both sat in the back seat, with Matt asking Benjamin about his long camping trip. Not too long a ride, and they arrived at Low Tide, a local club. Matt walked straight to the entrance, past the waiting queue. The staff exchanged a few words with him, and waved for him to go in. "I got us a table. My treat tonight!" Matt beamed. The lights lit up the fog in the club, in purple, then in green, then in blue. The music pumped out of the speakers, and Matt handed him a shot of Vodka. Benjamin hadn't been drinking much, and quickly he's starting to feel the warmth from the drink. He couldn't stop smiling, and neither could Matt. His big brother, there, with him, being young together. Matt took off his blazer, and the stretch fit t-shirt showed his physique. Damn, my brother got even bigger, Benjamin thought. Matt took his arm, and they moved to the dance floor. Benjamin was lost in the music, between flashes of light, he can see his brother's smiling eyes. People all around him pushed against his body, his flesh upon theirs, the nameless ones. He could feel a hand there, an arm there, a back there, brushing against him, warm. He bumped forward too, with his muscular brother pressed into him. His pecs, his neck, his waist, all unconsciously touched him, just for a fleeting moment. Hours later, Matt took him into a car. The taxi was driving them home. Benjamin was still filled with the joy and the music, the smile lingering on his face, aching his cheeks. Matt also looked relaxed, and content, looking at nothing, smiling. "I love you Matt." Benjamin leaned against his brother at the back of the taxi, turning his head to look at the olive green eyes. "I love you too buddy." Matt said softly, putting his arm around Benjamin. Benjamin felt his warmth, and again breathed in that earthy scent, now tinged with just a hint of the sharp smell of sweat. He closed his eyelids. --- "Get up buddy, we're home." Matt shook him, pulling him by the arm. Benjamin stumbled out of the taxi, head spinning a little, disoriented. He caught Matt's forearms, and held himself still. "Common, I think dad's already asleep. Let's get in quietly." Matt switched on his phone's torch light, and carefully walked up the stairs. He held Benjamin's arms, and led him into Benjamin's bedroom. Closing the door softly, he turned around, walked to the night stand and turned on the bedside lamp. A warm white light flooded the room. "You alright buddy?" Matt looked at his little brother, already lying in the double bed, his clothes still on. "Mmmhmm. Managing." Benjamin spoke with a pause, opening his eyes. "Come on, get your clothes off and get into bed." Matt slumped down on the bed beside him. "Make me." Benjamin grinned. Matt cracked open a smile, looking at his little brother. He moved suddenly, sliding his right arm under Benjamin's back. Benjamin giggled trying to wrestle with his big brother, to no avail. Matt pulled him up, holding him tightly against his own torso, pinning him in place. His left hand pulled on Benjamin's jeans and underwear, ripping them down. Benjamin laughed and struggled, and as he twisted, both items of clothing overcame their tightest point and slid down to his knees in one swift motion. "Dude! Hahaha..." Benjamin laughed as he caught his breath, lying face down on the bed. Matt also breathed heavily, himself now lying down on the bed, his chest heaving in a silent laughter. "Still my little brother, never listens." Matt said, and jokingly slapped Benjamin's now bare cheeks. "Alright, alright." Benjamin said as he turns to face the ceiling, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He pulled on the jeans, struggling a little as it got to his ankle. "Hmm. You've grown bigger since the last time I saw you?" Matt said quietly, propping himself up with his thick right arm. "Uh... I guess I changed how I trim. Don't think I've changed for years." Benjamin glanced at his crotch, then threw his clothes to the corner of the room. "Hmm. Funny how you started trimming so early. I don't think I've ever even seen you with a bush." "Yea, all dad's good work. He told me about trimming before I even got hair down there." Benjamin crashed back down onto the bed, facing the ceiling, his head hitting the pillow. "Ha. Yea. That talk." Matt grinned as he looked away, crashing back onto the bed beside his little brother. "Oh!" Benjamin hadn't thought about this before. "Did he do... The talk with you too?" "Yea. Told me everything I needed to know for years when I was 11. Sure am thankful that our dad is so open about it. Especially when I hear about how my friends' dads dealt with it." Matt replied, staring at the ceiling, his muscular pecs rising and falling as he breathed, stretching the thin fabric. "Hmm. Yea. He was always pretty open about that sort of stuff. You pretty much learned everything watching the guy every morning in the bathroom." "Ha, yea. But he doesn't walk around with a boner on." "Ha." "Hmm." Matt hummed, letting out a sigh of contentment. "I did see him once though, when he was at full mast." Matt said after a little while. "I did too, once. I was 11, he showed me at the talk." Benjamin turned his head. "I just remember he was huge, but then I was barely 4 inches." "Oh wow, you got the special treatment." Matt turned his head as well, looking at his brother. "I just saw him with morning wood one day shaving in front of the sink." The brothers paused a moment, and then laughed, turning their heads back to the ceiling, staring silently. "He's pretty long, but I'm a bit thicker." Matt said. "Oh yea?" Benjamin asked, his heart pounding just a little. He's never really talked about his brother's dick with his brother before. "How big are you?" "I'm just your average 6.5 inches long, but nearly 6 inches around." His brother said. "No!" Benjamin rose up from bed, grinning, "I don't believe you." His brother turned his head, meeting his gaze. "Why, how big are you?" "Uh, I'm like 7.5 inches, but 5 inches around." "You are a full inch bigger than me?" His brother's brows knit together in disbelief. "An inch and a half when I'm in a good mood." Benjamin said proudly as he looked down into his brother's eyes. "I don't believe you!" His brother exclaimed, laughing. He propped himself up, looking eye to eye with his brother. They starred silently at each other for a moment. "Well, prove it to me then, and I'll prove it to you." His brother said, his smile fading a little, into what looks like a smirk. Benjamin hesitated a little. He wasn't sure if his brother was just messing about. His head still a little dizzy, and he could now feel the heartbeat pumping blood into his brain. He can feel his heart pound, hard. He wonders if his brother could hear it. He looked in his brother's olive green eyes, illuminated by the warm glow of light, and saw a glint of mischief. Benjamin reached his hand up to his brother's jeans, for the top button. His brother looked at his reached out hand. Benjamin paused, still not sure if his brother was serious. "I'll do it," His brother said. He rose up from the bed, and walked over to the bedroom door. He turned the lock clockwise, and Benjamin heard a click. His brother then turned around, his arms crossed with his hands grabbing a corner each of his tight fitting v-neck. He lifted his arms up, and his shirt flew off. The warm glow of light shone on his fair-skinned bare torso, dotted by a few small freckles here and there. His large pecs covered by a layer of fuzzy blond hairs, only interrupted by his light pink nipples, protruding out. His shoulders were broad, the muscles defined. His torso was in a v shape, tapering down to his waist, his abs grooved, covered by another patch of blond hairs. "Wow, you worked out." Benjamin looked at the muscular man in front of him. His brother smirked, and threw his t-shirt to the corner, along with Benjamin's clothes. His hands moved to the jean's zipper, and unbottoned his jeans, as he walked to the side of the bed. Benjamin's eyes followed. He pulled them down, giving Benjamin just a glimpse of a muscular ass, the skin tight, and with no hair. He sat down, and tore the jeans off of him, his legs still dangling down the side of the bed, his back facing Benjamin. Benjamin felt his dick becoming more full. His right hand grazed the side of his member, as he watched his big brother swing his legs onto the bed. The light shone on his brother's soft member and a small tuff of light brown hair. Already, it looked thicker than his own growing member. His big brother gave him a quick glance, and turned his head towards his cock. "Well, get going then." His brother said quietly. Benjamin pulled his foreskin back, and can feel his dick is growing quickly. He watched his brother to his left, teasing his glans with just the fingers, pulling it, then letting go. "Did dad also teach you how to jack off during the talk?" Benjamin whispered. "Yea, it was his centrepiece. Many, many grateful nights after that." His brother breathed, switching now to a fist, as his light coloured manhood began to grow. The two brothers fell silent, with their right hands each moving rhymically up and down on their growing dicks, glancing now and then at each other's crotch. Benjamin felt the rush of blood to his lightly tanned cock, and the gradual stiffening with each stroke. His eyes looked leftwards towards his big brother. His thick member is growing even thicker, his brother's big hands just about holding it around now. The pink glans pushing in and out of his fist, while his brother's free left hand moved up to play with his left nipple. "We aren't telling dad this, yea?" His brother said in a low voice. "No, let's not." Benjamin said as he shifted his gaze back to his own cock. He had grown quite a bit since when he was 11. He remembers measuring every week, and seeing no changes until he was 12. Even then, it was a mere 5.5 inches. Then when he was 15, when he thought that it was it, that he'd topped out at a respectable 6 inches, he suddenly had a spurt, growing another inch or so until he was 16. He knew he was big, at least one or two girls at school, and a guy, said so. Now, in his hand, he's holding a fully stiff cock that he was proud of. He looked left to his brother's face, and saw that his brother was staring down at the dick in his hands. "Hurry up, I'm there already." "Ha, you horny little bastard." His brother whispered as he sped up his pumping. A minute later, he too was at full mast. His brother's index finger and thumb now leaves a half inch gap as his fist wrapped around his thick manhood. The pink glans looked a little small compared to that thick girth, but followed along the curves of his brother's manhood. His brother's dick was straight, not curving in any direction, while his own curved just slightly upwards. "Okay, believe me now?" His brother said with a smile, looking at Benjamin, giving his manhood a shake. "That is really thick." Benjamin said, not taking his eyes off his brother's cock. "Definitely thicker than mine." "Mmm. It is a fat cock." His brother looked back at his own cock. His fist opened, and just using a finger to push his manhood upright. "Can I, uh..." Benjamin said, glancing quickly at his brother face and his thick cock. His brother gave a small and slow nod. Benjamin glanced at his brother a few more times, not sure what to do. His brother gave a small tilt of his head up, and looked at Benjamin in the eye. Benjamin turned his head, now training his gaze at his brother's thick member. His skinny fingers reached out slowly, and wrapped around his brother's manhood. With his hands, the gap between his thumb and index finger was even wider. "Wow..." Benjamin whispered in amazement, his hands holding his brother's erection with his brother looking down. He moved his fist up just slightly, moving the foreskin up to partly cover the glans. "Mmmm..." His brother let out a soft groan, closing his eyes just a little. But he then pushed at Benjamin's right arm, motioning for Benjamin to let go. Benjamin let loose his fingers, a little disappointed. "Yours does look longer." His brother said, looked at his stiff pipe, as Benjamin withdrew his hand. "Yea, told you, 8 inches." Benjamin smirked. "Nah..." His brother gave himself a quick tug, "It's not that big." "You don't believe me?" "Let's bring out the tape measure." His brother said, rising from the bed, his thick pipe waving before Benjamin's eyes. From this angle, closer up, it looked even bigger than a minute ago. I wonder how that thing stretches a mouth out... Benjamin thought, as he imagined the stretched lips, the fullness of it in the mouth, his jaws stretching... Wait, what the hell am I thinking? His brother went to his desk, and fumbled out a tape measure from the top drawer. He walked back towards the bed, as Benjamin took in the full view of his big brother. His upper body bulging with muscle, his stiff, thick member swinging left and right, and each muscle on his legs showed as he lifted each step. What a sight to behold, Benjamin thought, when you are getting fucked by that. Ugh, what am I... "Here, let's find out how big you REALLY are." His brother hands him the tape. Benjamin took the end to the side of his dick, and stretched out the tape. "There, see, 7.8 or 7.9 inches." Benjamin said as he pressed the tape against his dick. "No, that's cheating... You have to measure from the top! Give me that." His brother grabbed the tape from him. His big hands grazed Benjamin's cock lightly, eliciting a jerk. Benjamin let out a tiny groan. His brother glanced at him with a smirk. Benjamin couldn't be sure if it was just the look of drunkness, or a glint of lust. But before he could figure it out, his brother's thumb was pressed down to the base of his cock, pushing the end of the tape measure down. "Here," His brother sat further down the bed at his waist, his right hand at the base of his cock. His brother stretched out the tape measure, and laid his on top of his throbbing glans. "Seven... And a little bit," His brother lowered his head to read the tape, his head so close his hard dick. "Well, you are a little curved, so the tape will have to follow along..." His brother said as a finger traced down the length of his cock, pressing the tape close to the delicate skin. "Seven and a half." His brother let go of the tape and his cock, as it slapped back towards his stomach. "Whatever, still longer than you." Benjamin said with a smile, his hands gripping his member. He feels the whole of it throbbing with every heart beat. He could explode. He slowly started to stroke himself, glancing up and down at his 25-year-old brother, who's now sitting on his heels towards the end of the bed. "Enjoying yourself?" His brother asked with a smile. Benjamin didn't speak. He looked at his big brother in the eye, and quickly raised his eyebrows a little. His hand continued to stroke his dick, slowly. His brother looked at him for a moment, and conjured a smirk. He fell back into bed beside Benjamin, and started pumping his own thick hard pipe. The house was silent. The only sound Benjamin could hear, in the warm glow of light, was the careful sound of his brother's breathing, and the quiet sound of foreskin rushing to rub against two big cocks. The brothers stroked silently for some minutes. Benjamin was close, so close, but he wanted it to go on and on. He glanced back and forth between his own tall curved manhood, and his brother's thick fat cock. He could hear his big brother breathing a little heavier, and his chest glistening a little more in the light from sweat. He stretched his legs a bit further a part, and his foot touched his brother's hairy calves. His brother gave him a quick glance, and shifted a little higher in the bed, and a little closer to Benjamin. His raised his right arm, and let it fall around Benjamin's shoulders, pulling him in a little closer to his fuzzy chest, sticky with heat. He put his left hand on his manhood, and continued to pump rhythmically. His waist met Benjamin's, and Benjamin could feel the thrusts his brother was making into his fist. "You ready little bro?" His brother whispered. "Yea..." Benjamin swallowed, his heart pounding hard. His brother glanced quickly at him, a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Now." Benjamin tightened up his legs and clenched his buttocks. He could feel his brother's buttocks contracting too, his waist pushing up a little. They both stroked furiously, and a second later, a rush of pleasure flowed through Benjamin. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, into his brother's muscular arms. Pulses of cum shot through his dick, past his still pumping fist, splattering on skin. He groaned as he heard his brother groaning deeply beside him, his arm contracting, pulling Benjamin even closer, hurting his ribs just a little as he pressed into his cumming big brother. The fists slowed down, and his big brother's arms relaxed. Benjamin could heard the wet slapping as both their cocks were covered in their seed. He opened his eyes, and looked at his brother's cock, still oozing cum in a rhythm that matched his heart beat. He turned his head left, just as Matt turned his head right, and the brothers looked at each other for a moment before breathing out with a laugh. Matt stood up, walking over to the corner of the room to pick up a sock. He looked down at his abs and chest as he wiped up. "Dude, that was a good nut... Ha... Wait," He froze as he looked to his side, "This is definitely your cum. Look at the direction of the splatter!" Matt looked up at his little brother with bemusement, still lying in bed, semen splattered across his torso. Benjamin looked at his own body. "This!" Benjamin pointed his finger at a wad near his left collar bone, "And this is definitely yours!" Benjamin looked back at his big brother, his thick cock just starting to soften, but hung just as big as it was a moment ago. The brothers stayed silent for a moment, and then laughed silently. "Sorry Ben, haha..." whispered Matt as he continued to wipe. "Here," He threw Benjamin another of his socks, then pressed a finger against his lips, "our secret. Good night." He picked up his underwear, opened the door quietly, closing it, and disappeared into the dark. ---- To be continued... Like this story? Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Just a little would do! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Contact at parabolic.spectrum@gmail.com