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 Chapter One – Butterflies

 

The morning air was chill and the coffee was so warm. I held the steaming cup with both hands. Dad started letting me drink coffee with him early mornings a coupe years ago, and by now I had learned to like it black...and hot. Just like Dad. One of the few things we had in common. Only, he thinks we are exactly alike. How could he be so wrong though? I wonder at how he can know every little thing about me...but know nothing at all?! Ugh, hurts my head to think about it.

 

I'm an insomniac, got that from momma. I hate it. Can't ever just go to sleep at night like a normal person. But, hey, it's me we are talking about here, right? What's normal about me? Ugh. But anyways, even with the insomnia, one of the things I've loved most for a long time is getting up to have coffee with dad. He puts it on, and the smell wakes me every morning, so I toss the covers off, waddle over to the bathroom with my eyes still closed to have a pee. Morning wood usually goes down after I pee...but of course it is hard (sorry, I know...) to start peeing when your dick is so hard it can break if you touch it. Good thing Mom and Dad's bedroom is downstairs. I don't know how I would get to the toilet without embarrassment every morning otherwise. I sleep in my boxers and a tee shirt. And of course, the boxers aren't much defense for concealing a morning wood. At least now that THIS happens every morning, I have all the upstairs to myself. My brother went off to college last year, so I have his room, and my own bathroom. We turned my old room into a guest room...but nobody ever comes over to stay. Mike will sleep in there when he comes home, cuz I sure as hell ain't giving up this room now that I finally got it.

 

So, here I was at the table sipping hot coffee. Dad dressed, me still in my boxers. He likes me to be down here, but we hardly ever talk. Neither of us are morning people, talking is so unnecessary, but I can just tell it makes him feel special that I come down here to drink coffee with him. Usually, I go back to bed and sleep about half an hour before time to get dressed for school after Dad leaves. But today is the first day of summer!

 

So, this is my last summer before High School. I graduated from the 8^th grade. Don't ask about my grades...at least I passed, ok? Leave it there. We normally go for a small trip or something during the summer, but I don't know if we are this year, nobody has said anything yet about that. I play summer baseball, but that doesn't change the fact that usually they mess up my schedule for some lame trip. Mike won't be here this year...I don't know if I want to be alone for days at a time in the same car with Mom and Dad both without someone here to help keep them off my back.

 

See, Mike figured me out a couple years ago. He is the only one. He would be. Funny thing is, I got no clue how he did. One night about eleven o'clock, we were in bed. I slept in his room a lot, because I always hated being alone. Mike was always cool to me. We scuffled, and wrestled a lot, he seldom lectured me, and because he was cool...I tried hard to not be a pest. So it worked out good. He let me come in at night and slip into bed with him. I didn't have to knock. I was the only one allowed into his room without knocking. Only, I knew enough to wait to come in till I heard those noises stop. You know...noises. Sometimes when I came in nights his room had this strong odor, like...sex. Well, at least what I imagine sex smells like. I'm not stupid, ok? I know he jerks his meat...and stuff comes out. I walked in once. He just stopped in mid stroke, and asked if I minded letting him finish?! I backed out the door, pulled it shut, and leaned against it to hear what he was doing. The rhythmic sounds, his breathing... I guessed it had to be fun. When it stopped, a few moments of silence...then he whispered in a kind of raspy voice, "come on in kiddo." I was embarrassed to know he KNEW I was eavesdropping. But he was cool. I came in silently, slipped into the covers. He always only wore his briefs to bed. When I got in, he pulled me over to hold me like he would some times. His breathing was still raged, the air as thick with that smell. As he held me in his arms, my head on the hollow of his shoulder, he drifted off to sleep. So, about an hour later...I couldn't sleep. Oddly, my dick was hard. I was confused, I wanted to know more about what he was doing, but afraid to ask. I figured if he wanted me to know, he would have told me. So, he woke up. Usually, when I slept with him, his hand would occasionally wander over my back, or hold my butt...and occasionally I would feel him cupping my balls. It never bothered me. We were brothers, and it all felt natural to me. He was gentle, caring, kind, and never took advantage of me. Sometimes he played with my hair, and would smell it. He loved to smell my hair after I got out of the shower.

 

Anyways, he woke and I felt his hands roaming gently over my back then slipping familiarly under the waist band of my boxers to cup my bottom. This made me settle deeper into the hollow of his shoulder. He has a very unique smell. The only time I smell it is like this, when I am cuddled up with him in his bed.

 

As I adjusted, I guess my hard dick poked at his thigh where my leg was tossed over his. He pulled my bottom closer to him making me press harder to his leg. By now, I KNEW he KNEW. I was starting to be worried he would be upset, but he whispered, "That's a nice stiffy, little bug." Bug was his pet name for me...I got no clue where it came from, but he only used it for me, and only when we were alone...so it was cool.

 

"What was you doing when I came in `while ago?" I whispered. He was silent a bit.

 

"It's called masturbation. But all the guys just say, `jackin off," he finally said. "Feels good."

 

I was silent. My mind racing. I saw that he had his hard dick in his hand and was stroking it up and down with his fingers wrapped around it. I'd played with my hard dick before...in the shower, and sometimes in my bed. It was indeed fun, but I never thought too much about it other then think it was cool I could make it hard when I did that. I thought that was the whole point.

 

"Why does it smell like that in here after you did that?"

 

"Cum." He was matter of fact about that, but he might as well have said Persimmons, as I had no clue. He must have known I needed more information, I could tell he was struggling for the right words.

 

"Just think back to the birds and bees convo Dad had with you before," he finally said. "Remember he talked about semen?" I nodded. The dim blue glow of his alarm clock was actually pretty bright in the darkness this late in the night. I pulled out of his arms and sat up in the bed, the covers falling from my upper body as I did so.

 

"Show me."

 

"No."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because it's weird," he said.

 

"How is it weird?"

 

"I'm your brother, silly. You prolly need to figure this shit out on your own," he was slipping into his big brother mode.

 

"I don't care, I want YOU to show me. I don't want to figure it out by myself. Teach me everything," I demanded.

 

"Ugh..." he cried. "I can't teach you everything. I can tell you anything you want to know, but I can't be having sex with you. Besides, I am not gay."

 

"Well, what if I am," I sort of whispered.

 

"Bug," he leaned up on ne elbow and put the other hand on my chest very affectionately, "I've known you are gay since you was six." My head was spinning and my breath got shallow.

 

"How?"

 

"Because," he said quietly, "you are. I can't explain it. It's cool with me, I don't care. But you just can't go saying stuff like that to your friends and at school. You'll get beat up. It's best you just talk to me about that shit. I love you no matter what, and until you are ready to talk to anyone else about it...just come to me with your questions. Ok?" I nodded, but was more confused then ever.

 

"So," I said.

 

"So what?"

 

"Teach me. Now," I demanded.

 

"Ok, fucker, turn over on your back..." Slipping his hand under my boxers and pushing them off of me while I was settling down, he had my small cock in his hand and slowly began doing to me what Id seen him do to himself earlier. I trusted him totally. His touch was gentle, warm... and somehow the feelings I got were more powerful then I ever dreamed they could be.

 

"Tighten your leg muscles," I did as instructed. "Close your eyes, let your mind just focus around the feelings...let them wash over you slowly. Don't worry about what I am doing, just enjoy the ride." His rhythmic hand grew firmer on my dick, and the motion faster. Each increase of his speed made my own breathing increase. I remembered his noises and breathing when I was listening at the door...this was exactly the same. I began to moan... He stroked faster, slightly more firmly. I pushed his hand away because I thought I was about to pee his bed. He pushed my own hand away and whispered to let it go, it was ok. His breath was on my face. I opened my eyes, he was so close to me I thought he was going to kiss me...then he did. The moment his lips touched mine, my dick exploded in the most amazing feelings I ever had in my twelve years. I felt what I could only imagine as piss coming out of my own dick and landing on my belly. I could feel it was warm like piss, and sensed it was on his hand too. I couldn't breathe and seriously thought I was passing out.

 

He had stopped, and when my breathing began to come back under control, I opened my eyes...the room slowly stopped spinning. He was grinning at me with his face inches over mine. His hand was rubbing my belly, and my dick and balls...rubbing in the piss. I was immediately embarrassed. The very last thing I wanted was Mike to be mad at me for pissing his bed. I worked soooo hard to not be a pest, and I hadn't pissed the bed in years.

 

"I...I'm s...sorry, I pissed..." I was about to burst into tears. Mike rolled over on top of me and touched my lips with his fingers.

 

"Shhhh...it's ok," he cooed, "It's cum. Clear, watery, but still cum. You didn't pee. You had your first orgasm, Little Bug." He was smiling, and seemed pretty content.

 

His confidence and gentleness calmed me down. A warm glow was passing over my body, and a grin from ear to ear replaced my earlier discomfiture.

 

 

So, that was like almost two years ago. Trust me, by now I got this down! I jack off at least three times a week, maybe more. But I hadn't done anything like that with Mike since, until he left for college. Not that I minded, but he seemed to fear he might be a bad influence on me sexually, so he wouldn't do it anymore. I still slept with him on some nights. But I slept nude, and he let me pull off his briefs. Occasionally I got to cop a feel of his thick cock, but he wouldn't let me jack him off. He would roll over telling me to stop being so horny and go to sleep. Sleep would be hard, because I would be hard. But remembering the night he taught me how to play with myself always gave me warm happy thoughts and sleep would eventually overtake me.

 

The night before he left for school I came to his bed. We both knew I would. Earlier in the evening at dinner, we looked at each other and we just knew. So, as I slipped into his bed, I noticed he was already naked. I'd dropped my boxers and tee at the side of the bed before I climbed in. We were both naked. Lying on my back, near tears, I didn't know what to do or say.

 

"I'll miss you, Mike," I heard myself say. A warm tear trickled down the side of my face and into my ear. Mike pulled me over to him and wrapped both arms around me. Our bodies were pressed together.

 

"I know, Little Bug," he whispered, "I know. I'll miss you too. But I will be back. I'm not going away, just going to school." His hands were warm and gentle on my back and butt. After I'd stopped crying, he rolled me over on my back. He was so smooth and strong, he handled me like I was a little kid. He was over me now, and my hands were on his chest. Leaning in, he kissed me ever so softly on the eyes, and nose. His lips touched mine. Not really a kiss...more like a migration...down my neck to my chest. He kissed my nipple. I groaned, and he moved down my chest to my rising belly. My dick was at full mast, all five inches. Both of us are circumcised. I had already had pubes about a year by then. Without saying a word, Mike lowered his kisses to my belly button. Before I could even seriously consider what he was actually doing, my dick had disappeared into is mouth...the hotness, the wetness, the warmth...all so intoxicating. I had my hands in his hair, my legs spread...he could do anything he wanted to me. I wanted it, whatever it was he wanted, I wanted.

 

 

It didn't last long. It was forever. The hot wetness and sucking sensations were so intense I was sure I would die of it...but oh man what a way to go! My balls started the now familiar burning and I could feel the coming explosion. I tried to push him up off my dick so I wouldn't shoot in his mouth. By now I was shooting a thick creamy white load. I was quite proud that I could shoot all the way to my chin. Not sure if other boys can do that, I would sometimes dream me and some of my buddies would be g in a circle jacking, trying to see who could shoot furthest. In my dreams, I always won. Funny thing is...I never ever thought about one of them sucking me, or anyone sucking me, for that matter. All these thoughts were racing around in my mind, I was trying to hold off the ejaculation, but far too soon nature took over and I was pumping the biggest load of my life right in Mike's mouth. I realized he was moaning as loudly as I was! I had to force him off my dick, the feelings were just too much. He smiled and looked down on me with some sort of lustful eye. Eventually he laid down beside me and let me catch my breath.

 

Five minutes later I had his cock in my mouth.

 

 

So, sitting here in the kitchen with Dad, sipping hot coffee, enjoying the silent comradery between myself and Dad – he dropped the news that would forever change my life. "I got you a summer job," Dad said between sips of coffee. I spit mine out and some of it went up my nose. Dang-it.

 

"A job?" I questioned. My mind was racing with excitement, anxiousness...then irritation. Irritation swiftly won the battle of dominance in my boy-brain. "But...I have baseball," I protested. "And...it's SUMMER!!!" I whined. Dad just grinned at me and let me sort out all those conflicting thoughts. He really is a very patient man.

 

"When? Doing what? What will I do about baseball? How much? How did you find this? Why didn't you ask me first?" my questions peppering dad relentlessly without giving him chance to answer any of them. I was about to hyperventilate.

 

""Calm down, Son," dad said calmly as he set his cup down to look me in the face. His salt and pepper hair was distracting me... ""You remember Meredith Baker?" he asked? I nodded. "Meredith has several fields of hay planted and needs a couple kids to help cut, bail and haul to the barns." He waited and watched for my reaction.

 

"Oh," was all I could muster.

 

"Ya, it's a great chance for you to earn some cash, get some sunshine, exercise, and pick up some new skill."

 

"But..," I was about to protest.

 

"I know...baseball. I already told Meredith that you already are signed up for summer ball and have to make practices. He told me Everett could get you to practice. You remember Everett, right?"

 

I DEFINITELY remember Everett. High school Quarterback, Captain on the basketball team, and ace pitcher on the baseball team. EVERYONE KNNOW EVERET. No way in hell Everett is hauling around a skinny soon-to-be freshman all summer. Nope. This just sucks, and I can feel the room growing and expanding all around me. I've suddenly become ant-sized while the table and chairs and coffee cups are now growing big enough for the Giant in Jack and the Beanstalk to use, just before crushing the life out of some pesky puissant boy cowering in the corner...me.

 

I put my palms flat on the table, stood, leaning over the table glaring at my father who had obviously just took leave of his senses, "D A D," I said plainly, forcefully, and slowly for emphasis, "there is no way in hades Everett is hauling me around this summer. Oh shit, I'm so screwed." I said with bewilderment collapsing back in to my chair in a heap.

 

Dad got up, gulped down the rest of his coffee, rounding the table to ruffle my hair as he always did on his way out the door. "Not only is Everett going to haul you around this summer," dad chuckled at my consternation, "He'll be here in forty-five minutes to pick you up for your first day." My heart lurched up to my throat. "So, I'd go get some pants on, were I you." He walked to the door, looked back at me before he slipped out the door. "Everett will be your boss, he will answer all those questions about pay, and what all your chores will be. You will be fine." With that, Dad disappeared out the door. I could feel his smiling face all the way out the sidewalk to the truck, and as he drove out I knew he was still laughing at me. Ugh.

 

 

 

Ok, so, I am 14, and weigh about 118 lbs. soaking wet. I flat chested and have a nice firm flat belly, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot gain weight, nor can I build muscle. I'm embarrassed at how skinny I am, and never take off my shirt in public. Other kids my age are already getting defined, but I just cannot seem to get ahead. Puberty already hit me I guess, because I got my pubes, and my balls have dropped. But I haven't even the tiniest trace of facial hair, no hair to speak of on my legs, and arms – none under my pits. I feel so juvenile...and I have to start high school in just a few months looking like a 6^th grader. I hate my life.

 

I have normal features, brown hair that Mom always makes me keep trimmed. But honestly, I would anyway, but I feel like I have to grumble about it anyway...just to keep her honest. Brown eyes, and some fucking freckles on my nose and upper cheeks that I wish I could burn off with a blow-torch. Why was I cursed with freckles?! Sometimes in life there just is no justice.

 

I went upstairs to dress, jeans, American Eagle Tee-shirt, and my tennies. I grabbed a long sleeve shirt off the floor just in case I needed to shield the sun later. No free lazy summer. And I didn't even get a choice! I was planning on going back to bed and sleep until August. Damn-it.

 

Thirty minutes after Dad left I heard a vehicle pull into the drive way. My heart lurched. Everett Baker...OMG. I've sat in the bleachers for football games and imagined him shirtless with his football pants partially open and gotten hard just with that image in my brain. Or at the basketball games seeing his rippling muscles and arm pits... Ugh. Now here I am about to get into his vehicle. What do I do? What do I say? What if I pop wood sitting beside him? Ugh, life just cannot get worse than this very moment.

 

Reluctantly, I open the door and slide the thumb-lock on the door and close it behind me. Embarrassed, I turn to try the lock making sure it was locked. It was. Turning to the truck, I walked over to the passenger door. Everett reached across the truck and opened the door, pushing it open for me. "Climb in, my man!" he beamed brightly, flashing his brilliant white teeth. His face tanned, his arms bare...wearing a tank top. I slid into the truck and pulled the door shut while fumbling with the seatbelt. Like a klutz, I couldn't get the stupid thing to buckle. Everett reached over and pushed the seatbelt into the buckle, his hand over mine. The touch of his hand was electrifying. I was mortified that I needed help with my fucking seatbelt. I looked up sheepishly, apologetically - - he just grinned from ear to ear, slipped the truck into reverse and goosed the pedal.

 

The Ford jerked backwards quickly out of the drive, and with a stomp of the gas pedal we were off.

 

"Chaz, right?" Everett asked me while keeping his eye on the road in front of us. Omg, he knows my name! Oh, ya, of course he does, he picked me up... Unable to speak, I only nodded in reply, which elicited another of his blinding grins. Despite myself, he was disarming me, making me feel comfortable. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

 

"Hell of a way to spend the first day of summer. Right?" he asked, making another attempt at conversations. Again, I only nodded, but did manage an awkward smile of sorts. "Hey, look," Everett said, "we can't go all summer without you talking. I don't bite. Ok? Well...today I don't bite." He stared at me until I laughed out loud. This seemed to satisfy him, and he settled into driving, I settled into my seat, and slowly began to relax. Relax...until I began to worry about what the hell I was actually about to get into at his dad's place.

"Ummm...Wha...What am I supposed to d...do?" I stammered. Ugh, shoot me now. I felt my face starting to glow red with embarrassment.

"Good question." He said matter of factly. "I guess you will just follow around and help me out mostly. We have lots of fields to get cut and bailed. Then we have to get all the hay in from the fields. It will take most of the summer to get it all done." He was looking at me more than he was the road, which was not begging to feel awkward. A quick glance forward caused his to see he was veering out of his lane and he swerved quickly to get back into his lane.

"If you don't kill us before summer gets going good," I quirked. Damn. I just smart-mouthed EVERETT BAKER! But all he did was jokingly punch me in the upper arm and laugh.

"Right, eyes on the road." His smile was infectious.

I guess when you idolize someone from a distance, you never really get to know that they are ordinary people. As I sat there, mind racing, I couldn't actually ever remember a moment at school or around town that I ever saw him be mean or rude, or arrogant. You know, sometimes Seniors get like giant pricks, always picking on underclassmen, making practical jokes at the chagrin of the weaker, smaller kids. But, honestly I couldn't recall Everett ever being like those other jerks. Maybe Everett was an exception to the rule?

However, self-preservation instincts were kicking in. "Don't trust that gorgeous smile...it's a trap. He will get you out on the farm and pound you into an ant hill or something. Guard up, at all times, Bucko," I told myself. My palms were sweating, so I rubbed them on my pants leg. Nervous. Everett saw this.

"Relax, Chaz," he said reassuringly. "It's going to be cool. We'll make this the best summer of your life. Trust me. You will remember this the rest of your life. Relax. We got this."

The Baker farm was only about ten minutes from our small frame house. Turning off the two lane onto the graveled drive of the farm, the dust began to boil up behind Everett's F-150. He was driving too fast, even I could tell. Everett looked over at me, then out back at the dust trail, because he had seen me looking through the side mirror at the dust he was kicking up. "Ya, Pops will be yelling at me when we get to the barn," he said self-amused. I just smirked. I think I am going to like this guy.

We circled around past the very huge farm house, past a row of tall stately old oaks, then up a slight rise to where the largest barn I had ever seen in my life. Everett pulled to an abrupt halt and the dust from the graveled drive nearly immediately swamped the truck. Everett looked over at me with a cheeky grin.

 

A new summer adventure is upon us...many new discoveries to be made. Let me know what you think. I promise to respond promptly to any comments. andyoutwest@live.com