Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2022 22:41:21 -0500
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Subject: A to Z, Baby! by Cutter09 gay young friends

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A to Z, Baby!

  I was standing at the kitchen counter, staring at the potato, when I
heard Zane come in the front door.

  "Ash?"

  "In here!" I yelled back. Not that I had to yell, the house isn't that
big. It's just four rooms really, that is if you count the bathroom as a
room.

  "It's the last potato. I think we have a little butter left, so I can
bake it if you want. Or I can cut it up and fry it. I don't care much. What
do you want to do with it?" I said when he came into the kitchen.

  "I've got a better idea."

"What? Boil it?" I asked, turning to look at him.

  Zane pulled a bag from behind his back. Reaching in he removed a
convenience store sandwich. You know, the kind in the triangular plastic
package.

  "Where did you get that? You didn't steal it, did you?"

  He chuckled. "No. They don't give you a bag when you steal stuff. And
look. I got one for you too," he said, pulling out another one.

  That was Zane. Always thinking of me. He was my brother, but also my best
friend. We never fought like other brothers do. I can't remember ever even
arguing with him over what to watch on tv. Not that we had a choice. Our
ancient tv only picked up one channel.

  "And... TA DAA!" He whisked a Hershey bar from the bag too. "Dessert!
Today, we dine like kings!"

  "Oh Zane. How...Where'd you get money for this?" I asked as I tore open
the packaging on the ham and cheese sandwich.

  "I uh... I found five dollars," he replied while opening his sandwich.

  Zane's a great brother, but a terrible liar. I can always tell when he's
lying. But why should I call him on it, when he brought me food? We sat at
the small table and grinned at each other while we ate. I could see that he
was happy watching me eat food that he provided. I was happy cause he was
happy, and cause I had a sandwich.

  When we finished the sandwiches, he opened the chocolate bar and gave me
half. I smiled at him and broke my half in two, and gave part back to him.

 He put his arm around me and laid his forehead against mine. We did this
sometimes at close moments. Some of my earliest memories were of him doing
that. Even before Mom left, Zane was there to comfort me. He was only
fourteen months older than my twelve and a half years, but he was my big
brother from day one.

  I don't remember much about my mom. I remember being happy though. Then
Dad started getting weird, and Mom left. When I say weird, I mean like
being gone a lot, not taking care of things, stuff like that.

  We were asleep on the futon in the living room, when I heard Dad's twenty
year old Buick pull into the drive. He stumbled through, I heard his piss
hitting the water in the toilet, then into the kitchen, and to his room. I
don't know where Dad goes every day, he never talks about his job, or
anything really.  I turned over and put my arm around Zane, and went back
to sleep.

  *******************

   It was another hot south Texas day. In the window by the futon was an
old water pump fan. The fan pulls in air from outside, through filters with
water in them, cooling it, and blowing it into the room. Dad had an air
conditioner in his room, but this fan is all we had.

  Zane and I would hook a bedsheet over the edge of the fan, causing it to
blow up a cool tent for us to sit in. With heavy rocks on the back of the
futon to hold the corners down, and on the floor at the other end, it held
in the cool air pretty good.

  I sat on my knees in front of the fan, letting the air blow directly into
my face. I happened to open my eyes for a second, and saw Zane coming out
of Mr. Dockery's house across the street. I was going to get the sheet so
we could make our tent, but Zane didn't cross to our house. Instead he
turned and walked down the street.

  This was strange, because I know he didn't have any friends that lived in
that direction. Two blocks down was like a business district. With a mall,
and a grocery store and movie theaters, and a big church.

  And why was he in Mr. Dockery's house? Well, actually it was his mother's
house until she died and left it to her son. He was nice enough, but kind
of gave me the creeps. Probably around forty years old, and he always
watched me walking down the street. That's not a bad thing, it's just the
way he looked at me that kinda sent shivers through me. Like he was looking
over the menu in a restaurant.

  I grabbed the piece of a cardboard box we kept nearby, and held it in
front of the fan to redirect the air down on me as I lay on the futon. It
was so fucking hot, and still early June. July and August were going to be
murder.

  I was about half asleep when Zane came in an hour later. He was carrying
a grocery store bag, and just went straight to the kitchen. Curiosity got
the best of me, so I followed him.

  He pulled out a bag of beans. "We can eat for days on a pound of
beans. Remember how Mom used to put bacon in the beans?"

  I nodded, and he produced a package of bacon from the bag. "She used to
add onions too. I think we have an onion." I exclaimed, joining his
excitement.

  As I got out our big pot, Zane finished emptying the grocery bag. Three
more potatoes, and a pint of ice cream.

  "Where did you get the money for this? And why were you at Mr. Dockery's
house?"

  "Mr. Dockery's house?"

  "Yeah. I saw you leave there."

  "Oh yeah. Uh... I was helping him with something and he paid me."

  I cut up about a third of that package of bacon, while Zane chopped the
onion. I had to laugh at him as tears rolled down his cheek. He threatened
to stab me, but I know he was only joking.

  We got the beans started, and Zane said, "Want to play cards while we
wait?"

  Our sheet tent billowed around us as we played `War', laughing and
carrying on as we like to do. I noticed a stain on Zane's shorts. "Did you
have yogurt at Mr. Dockery's house?"

  "No. Why?"

  "Looks like you got some dried up yogurt on your shorts," I said,
pointing at the stain.

  He looked down. "Crap! I went to the store like this. It's
nothing... I'll clean it later."  *********

  "We make a pretty good team. Don't we little brother?" Zane said as we
ate our beans.

"Ash and Zane," I chimed.

  "A to Z forever baby!" Zane added as we high fived in our signature
celebration

  "Yep." I nodded. "Remember the cornbread Mom used to make? I wish we had
some cornbread with our beans."

  "Maybe I can get some tomorrow," Zane replied.

  "Do you have any money left?"

  "No. But I can help Mr. Dockery again."

  "Maybe I can help him. So I can help buy our food."

  "No!... Uh that's okay. I don't mind doing it. Besides, you're kinda
scrawny for the work he wants."

  "I might be skinny, but I'm strong," I said as I grabbed him in a
headlock.

  He easily peeled my arm from around his neck. "Not as strong as me. Don't
worry, I'll take care of Mr. Dockery." I thought it was strange the way he
said that.

  The next day Zane brought home milk, eggs, and cornbread mix. It wasn't
as good as Mom's cornbread, but it was great crumbled up in the beans. And
we had the last of the ice cream for dessert. I can't remember the last
time we had a full meal three nights in a row.

  "I should be helping Mr. Dockery too. I'm eating half the food you buy,"
I complained as we washed the dishes.

  "Well... Mr. Dockery did ask for you. But you don't have to if you don't
want to."

  "I want to help."

  "But, ... he said he'd give us a hundred dollars... um... to watch us
wrestle."

  "A HUNDRED DOLLARS? Just to watch us wrestle? Is he nuts?"

  "Well, you see... We'd have to wrestle... in our underwear."

  I was stunned silent. I've seen Zane in his underwear. We've even
wrestled in our underwear before. It was kinda fun under our sheet
tent. But I knew this was different somehow.

  I could see that Zane was embarrassed just to tell me this. "So, this is
about sex?" I asked.

  Zane hung his head and nodded.

  "Have you been doing sex stuff with Mr. Dockery?"

  He nodded again and said. "Sorta."

  "Sorta? Like what sorta?"

  Zane was mortified. Tears were forming in his eyes. "First he offered me
five dollars just to see my dick. We were hungry, so I did it. The next
day, he gave me twenty to watch me... jerk off."

  I knew what jerking off was. I've even done it a few times, okay quite a
few times. I know that stuff is supposed to come out of your dick, to make
babies, but that hadn't happened to me yet. I guess it had for Zane,
though. That would explain the stain on his shorts too.

  "He gave me another twenty today."

  I could see he was avoiding something. "What did you have to do for it?"

  "I... He... He sucked my dick."

  "Oh shit, Zane!"

  My brother let the neighbor suck his dick for twenty dollars! Why would
someone pay for that? Does it feel good? Would I let him for twenty bucks?

  "And now he wants us to wrestle for him? Does he want to see my dick too?
Is that it?"

  "Probably. But you don't have to do it. Even if we wrestle, you don't
have to show him your dick."

  "But that's what he wants. He's seen yours, so now he wants to see mine
too. Tell him I'll do it. Wrestle that is."

  "You don't have to Ash. I'll let him suck me again. That should make him
happy."

  "No. A hundred dollars will buy a lot of beans and potatoes. You'd have
to let him suck you five times for that much."

  Zane had a silly grin on his face. "You must not have hated the
experience the way you're grinning."

  "Actually... It was kinda awesome. He's really good at it."

  How would Zane know that? Did he have something to compare it with?

  "I don't know about him sucking me, but I'll wrestle with you."

  Dad stumbled in earlier than usual. We were in our tent trying to go to
sleep. Even though it was so hot we were only wearing our tighty whities,
it felt good to have Zane's arms around me. I felt safe, and my belly was
full.

  "You boys are going to ruin that sheet if you keep doing that," Dad said
as he shuffled off to the Kitchen. He had air conditioning, why would he
care that we were hot.

  I heard him rattling around in the kitchen, then he said, "These beans
are pretty good."

  He didn't ask where we got the beans. He didn't even seem to remember he
hadn't bought groceries in weeks.

  I scooted back into Zane's body, and felt his boner on my butt. I
couldn't tell for sure, but it felt a lot bigger than mine. "Uh... Sorry
Bro," he said as he tried to scoot away.

  "It's okay, Zane. You don't have to move." I liked him being close,
keeping me safe.

  We slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up when Zane started moving behind
me. I think he was dreaming I was a girl. It was weird feeling his big
boner pushing against my butt, yet comforting somehow too.

  Dad had eaten a lot of the beans, but we still had enough for a couple of
days. Then we had the potatoes, bacon and eggs so it was over a week before
Zane asked Mr. Dockery if he still wanted to see us wrestle.

  I'd never been inside his house, but Zane had. He had air conditioning,
and I thought it would be great to wrestle in the cool house. But
Mr. Dockery led us to the back porch. "You can undress here," he said.

  Mr. Dockery sat to watch us take off our clothes. I was a little afraid,
having never undressed in front of anyone, well except Zane of course. Zane
wasn't nervous at all and just began pulling his tee shirt off over his
head, and toeing off his tennis shoes.

  Pretty soon, Zane was down to his socks and underwear. "Come on Bro," he
said, when I hadn't started yet.

  Mr. Dockery was looking at my crotch as I pulled down my shorts. I don't
have a big bulge in my underwear, like Zane has, but I stood proudly, and
let him look. I knew that was what he was really paying for.

  "Right this way boys," Mr. Docery said. He led us to a large blow up
kiddie pool. It was about two feet deep, but only had about four inches of
water in it. I knew right then, that we would be getting wet, and our white
briefs would practically disappear. So Mr. Dockery was going to get what he
wanted after all. To see my dick.

  We started by trying to get each other in some sort of hold. Zane tried
to get me in a headlock, but I ducked, and grabbed him around his hips with
my shoulder at his waist. He slipped, falling into the water, and took me
down with him. And just as I expected, our underwear might as well have
been invisible.

  I could see the long fleshy tube of Zane's dick, the circumcised head,
even his big balls. He had a dark patch above his dick, so he had hair. I
don't. Mr. Dockery was eyeing my crotch, so I looked down. Yep, I may as
well be naked.

  I have to admit, it was kinda fun splashing around, wrestling with Zane
in the heat. I didn't even mind being seen, because I was concentrating on
wrestling, and the hundred dollars. Our underwear was getting waterlogged,
and drooping down. I got to see Zane's hair, and the base of his dick,
before he pulled up his briefs.

  At one point, Zane had me around my waist and almost flipped me
over. When he did, my underwear was caught in his armpit, and tugged
down. My whole butt was on display for Mr. Dockery. I quickly stood, and
pulled up my undies, but probably not before he saw the full picture.

  So I retaliated, and whisked Zane's undies down too. That's when I
noticed Zane had a boner. It was big. At least six inches, and thick. I
looked over at Mr. Dockery, and he was rubbing the front of his
pants. While I was distracted, Zane grabbed me. We both went down, with him
on top of me. His big dick was still out and poking me on my littler dick
over my briefs.

  We continued to wrestle, and Zane ended up on my back. His big dick felt
like it did last week, as he humped it against me. But this time, there was
only my wet underwear between us, and he was pushing into my crack.

  I saw Mr. Dockery trying to get a closer look. He had his dick out and
was stroking it really fast. I knew what he wanted to see, so I reached
down and pulled my underwear below my butt.

  Zane's dick slid into my crack, and he humped me a few times. I saw ropes
of white stuff come out of Mr. Dockery's dick. Some of it got on me and
Zane too. Zane stopped humping, but I felt his dick throb in my crack, and
then something squirted on my back.

  Zane must have decided we were finished, because he got off my back. I
stood up and let Mr. Dockery see my hard little dick, before pulling up my
wet underwear. I grabbed my shorts and threw them on, picked up the rest of
my clothes and ran home.

  I needed to wash all this stuff off of me. Zane's I didn't mind so much,
but Mr. Dockery's was on me too. And it had a strong smell to it, sorta
like bleach. It's hard to imagine that stuff could make a baby. A guy at
school said girl's pussies smell like fish. Bleach and fish make babies?
Weird.

  Zane didn't come home straight away. When he came in, he was carrying
grocery bags. We didn't mention what we had done, just put the groceries
away.

  That night we had Spam sandwiches. Spam is kinda like fake ham in a
can. It's better if you fry it, so that's what we did.

  "A to Z forever baby," We sang.

  As we were eating, Zane said, "Are you okay? I mean, I kinda got carried
away at the end there."

  "That's okay. I didn't mind it. We were putting on a show for
Mr. Dockery."

  "Yeah, but I..."

  "Don't worry about it."

  When we were snuggling under our sheet tent, Zane got a boner again. I
giggled and reached behind me to give it a squeeze. "We're not wrestling
now, Zane."

  "Sorry, Bro. I was just remembering it and... well..."

  "It's okay. I don't mind," and I snuggled back into him.

  Dad didn't seem to notice we had food. But then he didn't notice when we
didn't have any either. Zane and I were happy. We were eating regularly, we
had our cool sheet tent, and we had each other.

  On the third night after our wrestling match, I scooted back into Zane's
boner. He moaned, put his arm around me and started moving. He stopped
suddenly and said, "I'm sorry, Bro."

  "Are you pretending I'm a girl?"

  "Sorta."

  "Maybe this will help." I reached down and pulled our underwear to our
knees. Then I pushed back onto his boner. "It's okay. You can pretend I'm a
girl."

  His dick slid up and down my crack, and Zane moaned. "Oh God, Ash."

  "Do you like it?" I asked.

  "Mmm yeah. Do you?"

  "Yeah." And I did, kinda. Zane was always doing things for me. This is
something I could do for him. I could let him pretend I'm a girl. It didn't
take long for him to squirt stuff in my crack. I pulled up my underwear. It
felt weird, but nice too. I slept with Zane's baby stuff in my crack.

  Zane brought me breakfast in bed the next morning. I guess it's breakfast
in futon, really. Eggs with the yellow part runny, and toast to dip into
the runny part. Just the way I like it.

  "About last night," Zane started as he watched me eat.

  "It's okay, Zane. I don't mind if you want to pretend I'm a girl."

  "That's just it, Ash. I'm not pretending you're a girl. I like doing
that... with you."

  "But, Zane, I don't have a pussy."

  "I know that. I don't want a pussy."

  "Oh well then that's... Wait. You want to put it in my butt?"

  He looked at the floor, and nodded. I had heard guys do that, but didn't
really believe it. Now I find out Zane wants to. I didn't know what to
say. Zane was still staring at the floor, looking embarrassed.

  "Do you think it will fit?"

  Zane's head jerked up in surprise.

  "You're my brother and my best friend. If you want to try it... I'll let
you."

  "Really Ash?"

  "Will it hurt?"

  His face sank a little. "Yeah, probably," he answered honestly.

  "Remember when I poured out Dad's whiskey? You took the blame. He spanked
you so hard, you couldn't sit for a week. It can't be any worse than that."

  I got up and took my breakfast plate to the kitchen. Zane followed me
like a puppy, I could almost imagine his tail wagging. But instead I saw
his big dick was hard in his white briefs. I was thinking this might be a
mistake. It was so much bigger than mine.

  I thought about that for a moment. If it's going where I think it's
going, I need to make room for it. So I went to the toilet. My underwear
was stuck to me with Zane's dried up baby stuff. I laughed a little,
because this time it wouldn't be in my crack.  When I came out, Zane was
sitting there with a bottle of cooking oil in his hand.

  "This will make it a little easier," he explained.

  We climbed into our sheet tent, and I lay on my stomach with my face
buried in the pillow. Zane was sitting on the back of my legs. I could feel
him moving around, and squishy sounds. I assumed he was putting the oil on
his dick, because then he rubbed some on my hole.

  Then I felt something pushed into my hole. "That didn't hurt at all," I
said in surprise.

  "That's just my finger."

  "Oh."  "OW!" I said as he pushed two fingers in.

  Zane laid down on my back, and I could feel him trying to line his dick
up with my hole. I tensed up, expecting the pain.

  "You have to relax or it's gonna hurt more."

  Easy for him to say. He's not the one with an iron bar being shoved into
his butthole. I buried my face in the pillow again, and tried to relax. I
lifted my butt a little to help him find the hole. When he did, I felt
pressure, then searing pain as his dick popped inside me.

  I screamed into the pillow, which caused Zane to stop. "Are you okay?
Want me to quit?"

  "No. I'll tell you if it gets too bad. Keep going."

  He pushed in more. It still hurt, but not like at first. More like I
needed to take a big dump, but I know I didn't.

  "It's about halfway in. Are you okay?"

  "Yeah. Keep going."

  He pulled back a little, then pushed in the rest. "Oh shit!"

  "It's all the way in. You okay still?"

  "Yeah, I'm okay. Do you like it?" I hoped I wasn't doing this for
nothing.

  "Mmm hmm. Can I move it in and out a little?"

  "Just go slow."

  Zane began moving. At first my hole was burning, and I could feel the
stretching inside. Then it was like the big dump feeling, just after it
leaves your body, and your head is tingling. The tingling became constant,
and I concentrated on the movement inside me. I liked it! My dick had gone
soft, but was now as hard as a nail.

 I could hear Zane's hips smacking against my butt, sometimes fast, then
slow yet hard. It was like he wanted to claim me. I hadn't notice, but I
was lifting my butt up for Zane to fuck me harder. He noticed it though,
and did just that. After a couple of minutes, I felt Zane's dick throbbing
inside me, and I knew he was shooting his baby stuff up in me. Somehow it
was soothing to my sore hole.

  He slumped down on my back. "I love you, Ash."

  "I love you too, Zane."

  He started rocking back and forth on me. Soon he was moving in and out
again. "Can I do it again?"

  "Mmm. Yeah."

  Zane fucked me again, and I liked it more. His baby stuff made it
smoother. And when he shot it this time, I got a strong feeling too, like
when I jerk off. But nothing came out of my dick.

  I was glad we were in our sheet tent. All this activity in the heat would
have been unbearable. But we lay there with Zane still on my back, until
his dick fell out.

  He finally rolled off and lay beside me. I don't know why, but I lay my
head on his shoulder, and reached down to wrap my fingers around his
dick. I didn't mind it being all slimy, and I liked knowing it had been
inside me and made Zane happy.

  I fell asleep, but woke up when Zane left the tent. I just lay there
thinking about how it felt to have Zane's dick in me. Did it make me a fag
like the guys always say to each other? Or maybe because I liked it? Did
that mean I was a fag?

  Zane had made us tuna fish sandwiches for lunch, and brought it to me on
the futon. I was still half asleep, just laying in the cool tent. As he
climbed in, he rubbed my naked butt.

  "I got us lunch, Ash."

I could get used to this. Zane had always been nice to me, but bringing me
food in bed twice now? It had to be because I let him fuck me like a
girl. I sat up Indian style, like we always do in our tent. Zane sat facing
me, and handed me a plate with two sandwiches.

  We were both still naked, and my eyes were drawn to Zane's dick. It was
hard to believe that big thing had been inside me. We ate in silence for a
minute, then I noticed his dick rising. I looked at his face, and he was
looking at my dick. I glanced down to see my dick pointing at my belly
button, hard as a nail again.

  His dick staid hard and throbbing all the time we ate. Mine too. I kept
thinking about how it felt to have him inside me. When I finished the
sandwiches, I handed Zane the plate. He started to leave the tent to take
the plates to the kitchen.

  "Grab the oil when you come back," I told him.

  His face lit up with a huge smile.

  It still hurt when he first put it in, but pretty soon it felt really
good. Not only the big dick moving in and out of me, but I also liked
having Zane laying on me. I felt safe and loved. Then Zane reached under me
and started playing with my dick. That was great!

  I wished I could see a video of Zane fucking me. I bet it would be really
hot to see mim laying on my back, hips pumping up and down, sending his big
cock in and out of my butt. Zane fucked me a long time, and I got that
feeling in my dick again when he shot his stuff in me.

  All the fucking seem to make us even closer. We lay under our sheet tent,
naked, the rest of the afternoon. Just talking and laughing, and grabbing
at each other's dick. That night we had scrambled eggs with Spam crumbled
up in it, and cheese. It was pretty good.

  Later, Zane was on my back with his big dick way up in me, when Dad came
in. "I want you boys to stop doing that." Zane froze mid stroke. "You're
going to ruin that sheet."

  I wanted to jump up and yell at him about how hot it was without it, but
didn't think this was a good time for a confrontation, both of us being
naked and all. Dad passed on through to his room, and Zane went back to
fucking me. I buried my face in the pillow, so as not to make so much
noise.

  Zane was fucking me at least a couple of times a day, and we were eating
regularly, so I was happy. Zane was definitely happy. Then Zane came home
with a bag.

  "Stay in here," he said as he went into the kitchen. A few minutes later,
he came out with two bowls of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup on
it. He knows it's my favorite.

  I was already digging into it, when I had a thought. "Where did you get
the money for this?"

  He looked kinda sheepish as he said, "Mr. Dockery. I wanted to surprise
you. I know you like it."

  "What did you have to do for him?"

  He hung his head to answer softly. I didn't even understand him. "What?"

  "He sucked me again," he answered with a defensive tone.

  "Why? We have food, you didn't need to do that. You've been fucking me
all week. Isn't that enough?" I yelled at him.

  He didn't answer, and I didn't speak to him the rest of the day. I did
eat the ice cream though. After all, he did it for me, I guess.

  I didn't hear Dad come in that night, and when I thought about it, I
didn't hear him the night before either. The next afternoon, there was a
knock at the door. Luckily, we weren't fucking, I was still mad at Zane.

  "You boys have to come with me," our aunt said when Zane opened the door.

  Aunt Nancy is my father's older sister. We didn't see her often. I think
it's because she has money and we don't.

  "Why?" Zane asked.

  "Your father finally did himself in. Driving drunk, hit an overpass, died
at the hospital. The police just notified me."

  We were in shock. No, he wasn't the best father, but he was all we
had. We were crying as we packed our clothes into trash bags. Nancy kept
telling us to hurry, she didn't want to spend any more time there than she
had to.

  I glared at her through my tears. "What are you crying about? Your father
was a worthless, no account slacker. Never worked a day in his life."

  "You're just saying that because you're rich and we're not," I finally
yelled at her.

  "No. I'm saying it because it's true. He inherited the same amount I
did. He chose to squander it gambling and on booze. Why do you think your
mom left? Now get your things together and get in the car."

  Well, that was a surprise. Our aunt lived in a nice big house, with air
conditioning. She was saying we could have been living like her, if Dad
wasn't so fucked up. We could have food regularly, and not have to sell
ourselves to Mr. Dockery.

  We've only been to her house once since Mom left, and that was Christmas
right after. I was surprised to find out I wouldn't be sharing a room with
Zane. I've never had my own room. I'm not even sure I can sleep without
Zane next to me.

  I guess I was still pissed about Dad on the drive over. It wasn't till we
got there that I remembered we have a cousin. Matt is fifteen, and tall for
his age, nice looking with shaggy blond hair. I had few memories of him,
except that he was always very nice to me.

  Matt showed us to our rooms. I noticed a rather hefty looking bulge in
his shorts. Well, even though I was angry with Zane, my butt might not get
lonely.

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