Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2020 00:54:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ben Overson <benoverson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Patrick Siemen.   Chapter 4

Story participants.
Pat Siemen 15y, 10th grade. Adopted child
Max Siemen 12y, 7th grade. Brother
Alan Siemen 42y, mining engineer. Father
Marie Siemen 41y, environmentalist. Mother
Brian Hooker 40y, businessman. Employer
Tom Hooker 16y, 11th grade. Son of employer. Close friend.
John Baker 15y, 10th grade, Pat's best friend
Joe King, 15y, 10th grade, Pat's good friend
David Simpson 12y, 7th grade. Friend to Max
Paul Brown 12y, 7th grade. Friend to Max

Enjoy this story. It includes consensual and non consensual acts between
boys and others. Write to the author if you choose. Only read if legal in
your jurisdiction.

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Patrick Siemen


Chapter 4

As Brian Hooker and his son Tom approached their home, Tom still wrapped in
his towel his father Said,' You've had a bit of growth spirt since I last
saw you.'

Tom looked across at his father with a disgusted look,' don't start again,
I thought we were over that shit. I saw you eyeing young Pat all
afternoon.'

`Been a long time Tommy boy, a long time. You look nothing like the last
time you paraded around for your boyfriends. I thought he might appeal to
you, just your type, a handsome young lad.'

`Yeah well I'm not into that anymore. I got a good thing going now with
some friends and a steady girl. I'm not going to fuck it up, you can bank
on that.'

`Yeah well just remember you're at that fancy school to get away from all
the shit you created at the last one. I paid a lot of cash to buy you out
of trouble, don't you forget it.

Tom snarled at his father,'you never want to let me forget do you, always
hold something over me. One mistake.'

` Oh it wasn't just once, remember. I got some stuff to prove it if you're
interested. You just remember boyo you do exactly what and when I tell you
and you'll keep your daddy happy. OK.'

`Ok whatever. I'll be in at work Saturday but I'm not working in the new
shop Alternate or whatever you call it.'

`You're at the warehouse with young Siemen on Saturday, but you'll go
wherever I need you, same as the kid. You got on alright with him didn't
you.'

`Yeah good. He's a good young bloke. Bloody strong, especially for his
size. He works well to, keeps up, doesn't look to slack off'.

`We'll see how good he is over time. Not a flash in the pan. I know you
think you can just change your sexual preferences as you please but I'll
tell you from experience, you are what you are. You take young Patrick he
is definitely batting for the boy team, whether you or him want to admit it
or not. You see.'

`Nah dad, he's not. He's got a shit home setup with his oldies, he gets no
affection or positive recognition from either of them. Right now he grabs
at anyone who'll show him some kindness, that's what he's looking for, that
and some self assurance. He'll sort himself over time you see.'

`I know his old man, Alan. He and I mix sometimes at some social gatherings
and that. He seems an outgoing adventurous sort of guy. He'll have a go at
a lot of things and he's never shy about putting his hand in his pocket for
a shout or whatever.'

`Yeah well I think Pat and him are on a rocky road at present and they're
like oil and water together. I think it's more like warfare.'

`Well the kid will lose, his old man is bloody determined when he thinks
he's right and he never gives in, no matter the pain. Actually we're
installing a full security setup at their place tomorrow and Saturday.'

They had arrived home and went in for dinner.

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Back at the Siemen house Pat had been summoned to the phone to speak to his
father. Pat said very little just a lot of nodding of head and grunting.

The call for Pat finished with,' Yes dad I'll do everything they say. I
understand dad.' Then after another break,' I will dad, I understand my
last chance. No I won't.' It was a one sided conversation. Pat then called
Max to the phone. Pat knew what his father would tell Max he had just
received the same message. Max after several minutes of nodding and saying
yes sir several times then called his mother to the phone. She dismissed
the boys as she went back to the phone to finish the conversation with her
husband.

Max returned to the family room and Pat returned up the stairs to his
bedroom. At the top of the stairs Pat moved across to a chair directly
opposite in the hallway, stood in front of it and removed his shorts. He
folded the shorts and placed them on the seat of the chair. He then
proceeded into his bedroom. The first part of his father's instructions
were now complied with, he was not to wear clothes upstairs until further
notice nor clothes downstairs until Monday morning. He was allowed to wear
clothes if visitors were down stairs but not upstairs and if he went out on
the street. Father reinforced as his mother had told him, he was never to
wear any form of underwear. Do not disobey.

His father stressed Pat was to take direction from his mother and his
brother, it would be a salient lesson for him in respecting authority. He
was also expected to exercise self control. If something did not go his
way, he would still do what he was told. His father stressed everything is
not about what suits him or what he likes, it's meeting his
responsibilities and obligations whilst maintaining respect for those in
authority. Patrick was then told the consequences of not acting in accord
with instructions as he should act as if those directives were from his
father himself. God help you if you go against me again. He told Pat he
found Pat's rebellious attitude and disobedience which had been getting
worse over the past 6 months tiresome and would no longer be
tolerated. Last time it would be mentioned, next time action. Anything he
wasn't sure of he could or could not do he should seek direction from his
mother or brother. No more discussion, goodnight, see you when I get home.

Pat's evening was brightened when at the end of their conversation his
father told him he was pleased he had got the job with Hooker, it was an
achievement. He said to Pat,' don't jeopardise your position by not
following direction from Mr Hooker to the letter. Give him no excuses, he
is a good man for personal guidance. Be willing to take advantage of
Brian's expansive knowledge. Do a good job and good night. Be the boy I
know you can be'.

Pat prepared his clothes for tomorrow then sat down to complete his
homework. Pat felt strange sitting naked at his desk with no concern about
being caught out. His father's edicts had some advantages he thought. When
Pat would get home and was alone he would always strip off, he enjoyed
being naked, but obviously not on show to others.

Pat was cranky with Mr Hooker for locking his clothes away because in the
pocket of his trousers was his phone, he would have to get it on Saturday
when he went to work at the warehouse. He remembered he had to get a bank
account opened that he could gave his wages paid into, that's what Mr
Hooker wanted. He'd see if his mother would do that for him. He was just a
bit wary of speaking to her at present, to have to stand in front of her
with him having everything on show. Pat decided to wait for an opportune
moment being speaking to her. He also wanted her to calm down from their
earlier exchange this evening.

Everything finished with clothes laid out Pat decided it was time for bed
so wandered off to the bathroom to clean his teeth and use the
toilet. Whilst standing in front of the mirror he was looking at his
exposed body, he couldn't see what Tom was saying about him. Pat just
didn't see it, all he saw was a little boy standing there. The only thing
that was man size was his cock and balls and it looked even bigger and
thereby sillier on a frame his size. As he looked at it so it began to
swell. Pat lifted a hand to his nipple and immediately he was rock
hard. Without hesitation his other hand was drawn to start stroking his
cock.

He brought himself to orgasm, no edging, he wasn't subtle tonight, flog it
till it comes. He shuddered as his cum again flew from his throbbing
cock. One, two, three, four , five then dribble over the fingers. Pat was
leaning for support against the wash basin vanity, mirror in front of him,
his cock aimed into the sink. Cum in the sink, and on the surrounds, he
missed. He relieved the tension in his balls again, the fifth time today he
had cum. He was addicted to masturbation. God he craved the sensation. The
stroking, bringing himself to the point where he can't hold in any longer,
the explosion as it pumped through his shaft and flew from his cock eye, he
was exhilarated by the whole event. He was excited now, he was imagining
being with Tom. He loved Tom. He was shocked earlier when Tom stuck his
cock in his mouth and then creamed him. All new experiences today
especially cock in mouth and then having to swallow another boys
cum. Initially it disgusted but later he calmed down, the cock was clean
and liked the velvet softness of the skin with a steel rod inside. Tom's
cock had no yuck taste and although he didn't want to eat cum or like the
taste if that's what it would take to keep Tom then Pat was willing.

Pat finished in the cleaned up, then returned to his bedroom. He climbed
into bed and before finally falling asleep considered the days events,
particularly the words of his father. He didn't like the outcome but it
could have been worse. Pat realised there was no room for deviation from
his father's final words, so work to keep his head down and just do as he's
told. Easier to say yes and obey and live yo play another day. He was also
surprised Max hadn't been in gloating about the control he now had, but he
hadn't so Pat took that as a positive. Pat finally nodded off with thoughts
of Tom filling his dreams.

As the boys waited for the school bus max and Pat talked briefly about last
nights events and Max suggested to Pat he needed to avoid conflict with
people right now because no matter what his father would punish him with
him at fault. Both boys were dressed in their blue shorts and white short
sleeve shirts. A very smart uniform. Standing together you might think they
were in the same class there being so little difference in height. Looking
at them also, people who didn't know them could never believe they were
brothers, they were nothing alike, hair, eyes, build, skin colour, and
attitude all different. Each boy wanted to be more like their brother than
them self. They never told each other, harbouring their envies and
jealousies of each other. Even their voices, Pat a deep soft tone and Max a
scratchy breaking chalk on board sound. In fairness his voice was in change
as he had entered puberty with all the changes that brought.

`You got no undies on have you?'Max asked Pat.

`No, you know that, after last night, shit.' Pat gruffly replied.'Why can
you see something?'

`Well your slug is sort of showing out, bit like you're advertising.' And
as Max said this he gave Pat's cock a pat through his shorts.

Pat was mortified, he immediately looked down at his crotch area. Although
not as clear a view as Max he could see where his shorts were pushed out
where his cock was hanging.' Fuck how do I fix that. I don't want kids
seeing my dick.'

`They can't see your dick, just the outline. Looks like you got a sausage
hid down your front.' Max said and again reached out and took a handful of
cloth covered meat.

Pat pulled away,' fuck off will ya. I don't want a stiffy getting on the
bus.'

Max had a broad smile on his face,`I can do anything I like with it and you
can't stop me, or I'll just tell dad.'

`He won't want you playing with my junk, he won't cop that.'

`Yeh he will, he said you had to do anything I told you and in any case I
could just make up some bullshit and he'll believe me, don't ya reckon.'

`Please don't Maxie please don't, he'll kill me if he hears anything bad.'
Pat pleaded genuinely concerned about his precarious position in the family
at the moment.

`Come here and give me a hug big bro','Max said holding his arms out
smiling.

Pat didn't normally show any emotion to his brother or other family but
also didn't want to make any sort of argument or scene at the bus stop and
moved over and hugged his brother. With his arms wrapped around Max and the
two boys chest to chest Max put one arm around Pat's waist and slid the
hand between them and took a hand full of Pat's covered cock. Pat went to
pull back.

`Don't do that bro' I'm showing you some love, and it feels to me like your
love gauge is right into your little brother. Wants to make love to my
hand. Mhmm'.

`Please don't Max the bus is coming. Please.'

`When we get on sit up the back with me not down the middle like you
usually do.'

When the bus arrived the boys entered, Pat with his back pack covering his
now very prominent distortion in his shorts. They walked up the aisle
towards the back of the bus to the long seat across the back row. Already
sitting on the bus against the wall in the back seat was Paul Brown, one of
his brothers closest friends. He was also a lanky kid about the same build
as Max. They were inseparable, spending time with each in school and
out. Pat ignored him most of the time thinking he was a dumb gamer nut. All
he ever wanted to talk about, him and Max together was gaming,
skateboarding and sex. Pat thought they may know something about gaming and
skateboarding but no way about sex. Pat reckoned neither one of them had
ever had sex with anyone other than their own hand not like they
talked. Come to think of it he hadn't either until yesterday.

`Put your backpack on the floor.' Max directed Pat. No please or thank you,
not asking, telling. Paul looked at Max then Pat waiting for Pat to
respond. His mouth dropped open when without a word Pat did exactly as he
had been instructed.

`Fuck me what's the go with Choc?'Paul lent across the front of Pat to ask
the question of Max.

To answer Max then lent across the front of Pat to answer Paul, and at the
same time placed his right hand flush on the outline of Pat's cock showing
in the shorts for support. Pat went to react but a quick look from Max and
Pat sat back in the seat and looked straight ahead,'Nothing mate just me
and big bro' have come to an arrangement.' Paul was now staring first at
where Max's hand was then at Pat, then to Max, then to his hand again as
the fingers opened and closed grasping and releasing a handful of who knew
what. Max then sat back in his seat, and slowly withdrew his hand leaving a
very prominent and obvious stiff cock struggling for freedom.

`Yeah well looking at you know what seems like he likes the arrangement.'
Paul replied staring at the know great tower in Pat's crotch.

`What was that, you need to lean over so I can hear you.' Both Pat and Paul
snapped their attention to Max.

`What?' Paul asked in a higher than intended voice.

`Just lean over so I can hear you, just the same as I did, Pat doesn't mind
do you mate?' Max grinned.

Paul nodded at Pat and started to lean across the front of Pat like
before.'you need to steady yourself with the bus bumping around, like I
did.' Max instructed Paul.

Paul gingerly placed his hand squarely atop the erect cock and lent on it
slightly, concerned if he applied his full weight he might break it. When
Pat didn't object he became more bold and began to freely fondle and pull
on the covered erection.

`No, no stop, I'll leak everywhere, please don't.'

`If you don't want to get pre all over your shorts you better get your cock
out.'

`I can't do that what if some one sees me.'Pat begged.

`I don't give a fuck keep going ,Paulie , big, yeah.'

`Fucking huge, like can I make him cum.' Paul whispered in near disbelief.

`Not this time, let him get himself off.'

`No, no please I'll take get it out but don't make me cum.' Pat with great
trepidation hitched up the left leg of his shorts and pulled his cock out
the leg hole, and glared at Max.'you're a cunt you know that.'

`Hmm, not smart potty mouth, keep it up and off they come. Now you going to
do it or is Paul. I think he's dying to have a go.'

Pat didn't react immediately but when Max put his hand out Pat nodded his
understanding. With perfect timing the bus stopped to pick up more
kids. Pat went to lift his backpack and put it on his lap,'No, no, no big
boy you know what they say, when you got it flaunt it.'

At this stop seven kids boarded. They started up the aisle towards the back
of the bus. Pat was quietly praying they would sit before they got to
him. The first sat after passing two seats and joined a friend. The other 5
continued. When they got to the seats in front of rear row they sat, 2 boys
on each side of the bus. Pat was now conscious of having boys sitting
directly in front of him. He didn't know them but they looked they maybe
8th graders. The one remaining boy plopped down next to Max. David Simpson
was also a mate of Max. David didn't realise Pat was sitting there with
cock exposed out the leg of his shorts.

Pat knew there was another 25 minutes to travel and at the coming stops
some of his friends would board. He couldn't be seen by them like this. As
the bus moved away from the stop Pat's hand shot straight to his softening
erection and at the touch his cock responded immediately. A steel rod
again. As best he could Pat manipulated the great mushroom head with the
leaking eye. Whilst Pat was terrified about him exposing himself and being
seen, that same risk was also exciting and very stimulating. Pat as
unobtrusively as possible continued his ministrations. He had pulled his
shirt out from the waistband and was using this as cover over his lap. He
heard the boys seated in front of them laughing about something. David
Simpson sat alongside Max oblivious to Pat's actions whereas Paul was glued
to Pat's every move. Pat was building his action increasing his stroking
tempo, he straightened his legs out in front of him tightening his thigh
muscles and squeezed his glutes. Max to further torment Pat leaned forward
to speak to the boys in front asking them a question. At the same time Pat
shot his load, the first four shouts hitting the back of the seat ahead and
then the floor in front of Pat. The white viscous fluid slowly ran down the
seat back and dribbled onto the floor. The seat back seemed a snail had
been travelling around it. Paul and Max burst into cheers and
laughter. David still had no idea what the boys were laughing at nor what
had just taken space. Pat lay back in the seat one hand covered in cum.

When Max calmed himself and with Paul watching, said to Pat,' good shooting
brother. Look at your hand mate it's all sticky, Better lick it clean eh.'
Both boys, one of either side of Pat, waited for his response. Pat looked
at Max then put his fingers to his mouth. `You done that before haven't
you, that's disgusting.' Hearing Max say the word disgusting David looked
at Max with a perplexed look. Pat thought to himself, little do you
know. The boys made several taunting remarks to Pat about having a job for
him later and then talked across the front of him as if he didn't
exist. David looked at the group and asked,`what's going on, what'd I
miss?'

`You're a fucking space cadet fair dinkum Dave, nothing you don't already
do,' replied Max.

Just before arriving at the high school Pat squeezed the end of his cock to
make sure there was no more seepage. He looked to Max who was closely
watching him, and pulled his shorts leg down and put his cock away.

`Good boy Patrick, good boy, when's your next show,' Paul taunted.

`Fuck you Brown, you fucking gay boy.' Pat retorted.

`Hey Choc I didn't just wank off in the bus and eat my cum. You reckon I'm
gay, you're kidding mate.' Paul Brown said at a volume had others could
hear if listening.

Pat went scarlet.'You tell anyone and I'll demolish ya, yeah, you long
streak of cat shit.' Completely out of character for Pat he never ever
threatened anyone, he was too small nobody would take any notice of him, he
knew that. If Paul Brown did tell he would take him on anyway.

The kids all alighted from the bus and went their ways into the playground
to meet up with their other friends.'

Pat got through the day to lunch time. He met up with a few of his mates
and they sat on the grass under trees eating lunch and generally talking
about what they had planned for the weekend. For Pat it was simple this
afternoon gymnastics training at the sports and community centre or as it
was known PCYC and then tomorrow his new job with Hooker Enterprises. All
the boys were interested in his new job, what he had to do, how much he got
paid, how he got the job and if there were any more vacancies. Pat told
them he simply had todo as he was told and help out at the warehouse or
shops, no idea what the pay was yet, his dad arranged the interview and he
would have to ask Tom if there were other vacancies. He then had to explain
who Tom was. The very thought of Tom started to excite Pat. He couldn't
wait to be with him again.

During the day Pat had decided it wasn't all bad having no undies. Whilst
there was nothing to hold him in place he was a lot more comfortable and he
worked out when he got a hardon he could put his left hand in his pocket,
get hold of his cock and hold it so it didn't look obvious he was cracking
one. He was confident it was all under control. Fuck his mother, she
thought she would embarrass him and for him it had turned out for the
better.

At the end of the school day, Pat with John Baker, his very best mate, went
to the PCYC where both boys trained for gymnastics. John was a lot bigger
than Pat and specialised in trampoline and vaulting. He was a well built
kid who looked more like Paul's brother colouring wise than Max did. John
had a darkish tan colouring, black hair and brown eyes. He was 5ft10ins
(175cms) and 140lbs (64kgs).Unlike Pat who was basically hair free on his
body John had black hair on his arms, legs and some on his chest between
his pecs. He also sported a black treasure trail from navel to his groin,
and black underarm hair.

John was only one of two boys Pat would confide in. He trusted John and
another boy, Joseph King. Joe who he was better known as, was even bigger
than John heavier and taller 6ft (180cms) and 150 (68kgs). He was the true
Aussie kid, blonde Mousey hair, blue eyes, mild tan in summer white as in
winter. Joe was a sportsman, willing to have a go at anything. He didn't
think much about consequences he acted on impulse. He would take any
challenge or dare. Unlike Pat and John, Joe was a poor to average student
for which he was always in trouble with his folks and the teachers. He was
a regular guy and well liked. Pat used to get called Choc, John got called
baker, and Joe was called joking. Joe hated it, came from Joe King, his
name by unthinking parents, to nickname joking. Want to piss him off call
him out using "joking". Many did. Joe didn't do PCYC.

When the two boys arrived to start their session whilst John had his back
turned changing into his gymnastics practice uniform, Pat made a mad grab,
dropped his shorts and pulled on the white practice shorts then removed his
school shirt and put on his white t shirt, then gym shoes. Whilst Pat was
sitting putting on his shoes he watched as John pulled up his shorts over
his boxer briefs then swapped school shirt for t shirt same as Pat. He had
nice broad shoulders and reasonably narrow waist, John was a classic build
for athletic type sports except maybe cross country, his legs being heavy
with muscle. Would be a good sprinter. Pat told John he was off to the
toilets and would see him during practice.

John went his way and Pat bolted for the toilets and into a stall. He
dropped his shorts, placed a hand on his nipple and began massaging and in
no time had a major erection. Pat was not here for edging he wanted a quick
relief. He worked himself with one hand, reaching behind his balls with the
other to massage his perineum. It didn't take long, this was number four
today. Pat turned aimed his cock into the pan and shot his load, he leaned
his arm against the front wall to steady himself then reached for some
toilet paper to clean up. Whilst he loved masturbating, when he did it as
just now it was more clinical. He knew if he hadn't drained his balls he
would be throwing wood in no time. He had to adjust to the friction caused
by cloth on his bare cock never mind the usual stimulation of other boys
around him.

For the next hour and a half the boys engaged in their training. Several
times Pat looked across to where his friend was training watching the
larger boy manipulating his body through a trampoline routine. Pat watched
his friend perform as a friend, he was very close to John. Pat secretly
admired the bodies of his friends, Pat thought it was because they were
friends. Pat had never countenanced he liked looking at boys. He did. He
looked at all of their features, face, body, and particularly legs, he like
well formed thighs. He also without being aware made a point of checking
out male crotches. He liked to see what he could see then imagine the
rest. He preferred the older boys only because they were generally more
pronounced as to what lay covered. Many times he had watched his friends
John and Joe stand in their underwear whilst at PE or sport and change. He
watched intently the outlines of genitals under the taut underwear
material. He liked to see boys in boxer briefs or hipsters not those baggy
boxers. He had never seen his friends naked nor they him.

Pat had now scoped so many crotches, many in underwear he was now able to
determine if some of the boys were circumcised like him. John was, Joe
wasn't, he could tell by the silhouette in the Joe's briefs. Pat never
thought his fascination with male crotches was unusual or different. He
honestly thought all boys had that interest. He never considered there was
anything out of the ordinary with being obsessed by cock. He hadn't seen a
lot of bare cocks, only some in toilets at the urinal and a few at the
swimming pool with men getting changed. He had vividly in his minds eye
Tom's appendage. Pat had studied every crease and ridge. He was awe struck
by its feel. He knew why people were in love with cock. He would get used
to the taste of cum, anything to keep Tom happy. He knew suck cocks and
swallowing cum wasn't acceptable for many but for Tom.

The boys finished their training, said goodbye to their trainer and friends
and walked out to John's mother who was waiting in her car. On the ride
home the boys discussed their plans for the weekend. It was decided with
Pat working tomorrow John would come over about 6.00pm, sleepover then the
boys would go surfing on Sunday.

On arriving home and walking up the drive Pat walked past a workers panel
van parked there. Pat stepped into the house and saw two young men on
ladders, they looked like electricians. Pat took no notice. He went through
into the kitchen to announce his arrival home. He was told to go wash up,
he and Max could have an early dinner as his mother was going out for a
business dinner. As an aside she toldPat he wasn't to go out tonight. Pat
agreed, had had no intention to in any case then spoke to his mother about
John staying over tomorrow. She was in a great mood, probably because she
was going out, and agreed to John saying what a lovely young man he
was. She then told Pat to hurry and clean up then call Max down for dinner.

Their mother left after giving the boys dinner leaving them to clean up the
kitchen of any mess. Pat had been sitting at the table in his shorts and
neither his mother nor Max had said a word. When the boys had everything
ship shape they turned off the lights except for the entry foyer and went
upstairs to their area. Both boys went to the common room to watch TV. It
was there Pat asked Max what the electricians were doing.

`From what I understand installing some whoopy do high tech security
system. Your boss is doing the job, evidently he's right into all this sort
of stuff. Dad reckons he's a genius with computer technology.' Max informed
Pat.

`What does he want that stuff for, what's he afraid of being hacked or home
invasion?' Pat suggested.

`Nah, he's worried about all the stuff he does, and mum's environmental
stuff. He reckons it's too sensitive now to not be secure. A lot of their
mining clients are in the news with mining applications and he reckons some
of their opponents won't stop at anything to halt a project.'

`Good to know my homework is going to be safe. I'll be back, going to have
a shower. I think I might be on the nose a bit.'

`Good `cause you are. See you when you come out.'

Shower finished pat pulled on a pair of shorts, no tee, and returned to the
boys common room. He walked in as Max was flicking through the
channels.'There's shit to watch you want to play a game or watch Netflix?'

`I don't care too much, whatever. You're right most of this stuff on tv on
Friday nights is crap. Just pick something.'

Max flicked onto a game.'How about FIFA want to challenge me on that.'

`Sure you suck at these games.' Pat teased.


The game was loaded and they were about to start when Max said,' you better
do what dad said remember, you gotta be bare arsed so drop the shorts bro.'

`You're joking aren't you, we're the only ones here.'

`Yeah I know. After your little show on the bus today I want to see you out
and proud. Anyway dad said you got to do as I say and he said no clothes
for you upstairs. So drop `em.'

Pat not happy, stood dropped his shorts off, bent down picked them up and
folded them and went out and put them on the chair at the top of the
stairs. When Pat returned,' happy now you perve, exactly what dad said I
had to do.'

` Remember what dad said, and he said you got to do what I say. Come on
start the game.' Whilst Pat was getting the game ready Max asked,' you want
to do some stuff together?'

`We are, we're going to play a game aren't we.'

`Not just that, I mean you want to jerk each other, you know like I'll do
you if you do me.'

Pat had a surprised look on his face,' that's really gay mate, I didn't
know you were a poof. I should've known after you wanting to see my dick.'

`Yeah well if you want to be a shit, you know what I meant. Stand up, now.'
`Fuck off Max, you're getting carried away with yourself there's no one
here to help you remember.'

`Ok I'll tell dad the truth that you disobeyed him by walking around up
here dressed, then you abused me for telling you to do what he told you. Oh
and I'll tell him how you dropped your cock out on the school bus and
jerked off blowing all over the seat in front.'

`I'll tell him it's all shit. `

`I don't know why you're going on like this, you've got a chubby just
sitting here, you can't help it. Come on don't be difficult and do as
you're asked. Come and show your little brother your wand.'

With a disgruntled look on his face Pat stood before Max. Without touching
himself Pat grew and grew, he was now fully erect. Max reached forward and
bumped the raging erection causing it to bounce up and down. Pat at the
feel of the other hand pushed his hips forward trying to drive his cock
into his brother's grasp. Max moved his hand to cradle the scrotum hanging
beneath the throbbing penis. He weighed the near hairless sack in his hand,
lifting each ball independently with his fingers. Pat was grunting with the
stimulation he was receiving. Max then moved his hand from the pair of hens
eggs to the steel rod. His hand couldn't close around it. With a sensitive
grip Max slowly started long stroking the swollen cock. It responded by
leaking an abundance of clear jelly lubricant. Max stopped.

`Lie down here.' Max said indicating a place on the rug next to him. Pat
now under the spell of his cock immediately complied. Max looked at the
large meaty sausage lying up his brothers abdomen with a huge mushroom head
reaching up past the tight inny navel. The dark chocolate coloured cock
topped by pure black pubic hair on the lighter chocolate skin now
glistening where the lubricant fluid was freely leaking. He took his finger
and spread it around the glans pushing the tip of his finger deep into the
eye of the penis. Pat was now lying back on the rug near convulsing with
stimulation.

Max withdrew his hand from Pat, rose from the floor and went to a side
table and retrieved his phone. He moved back next to Pat. Pat still lying
on the floor had taken hold of himself to replace Max's missing
hands. `Stop Pat, I need you to stop.' Pat did not seem to hear what was
being said to him. Max in a loud and firmer tone ordered Pat,'stop jerking
yourself now or We stop this now.' When the message sunk in Pat ceased his
actions although continued holding his still very erect cock but with a
look of anguish on his face.' Let go off yourself, let go or we stop.'

Pat sat up and looked at his brother. He didn't say a word just looked at
Max, then Max spoke,' I'll get naked with you and let you play with me but
first you got to suck yourself off.' Pat looked at Max with a quizzically.

`You'll think I'm dirty if I do.'

Max knew then pat had already done this otherwise he would have said he
couldn't or it would be impossible. He didn't he only worried what he might
think of him.' I know you can, you'll do it easy because of your
gymnastics. You blow yourself and I'll play with you, I promise.'

`Will you get naked with me?' Pat asked of his brother. Max nodded and
started to remove his clothes. Without further prompting Pat sat himself
up, opened his legs wider, pulled his legs to his chest then simply bent
forward and consumed the cock top into his mouth.

Max, now naked and also with the hardest cock he had ever experienced was
watching the greatest porn performance he had seen. With Pat sitting the
way he was, when Max stood in front of him not only could he see Pat
hoovering and slurping at this monumental cock but also the deep brown anus
fully on display smiling at him. The whole time Max was making videos on
his phone. Pat still holding his legs back, cock firmly implanted in mouth
was groaning and grunting with pleasure and exertion. Max was so turned on
he had phone in one hand and his 4 inch cock in the other.

`Don't you swallow keep your cum in your mouth brother, don't you come.'
Enough to put Pat over the top and he started his ejaculation. Part way
through the spasm Pat could hold his position no longer and he fell back
onto the floor. His cock plopped from his mouth and now still erect lay
again pointing up his stomach with small spurts then dribbling out. Creamy
protein on chocolate skin. Pat opened his mouth slightly, Max could see the
semen still held on the tongue. He moved in closer taking some still
shots. Max was sexually excited by what he had witnessed. Pat now sat up
his cock still letting out small discharges which included the semen that
had landed above the navel earlier was all now draining down the brown body
to be trapped in the black bush atop a semi hard cock. For Pat being able
to do this in front of his brother was so wonderful. Normally Pat would
feel guilty for getting himself off but being with Max and Max approving
made everything ok.

`You can swallow now brother, sperm is good for you did you know that,
helps stop depression.' Pat closed his mouth and swallowed his mouth full
of milkshake. Max had moved over to Pat who was still sitting on the
floor. Max stood directly to the side of Pat's face. Pat turned his head
slightly and looking him eye to eye was Max's unsheathed cock head. Pat
reached out cupped Max's ball sack then with his other hand held the turgid
smaller prick steady then engulfed it within his mouth. Pat was not an
experienced cock sucker, apart from his own he had only ever had one other
cock in his mouth, Tom's. Pat worked the shaft, the glans, slipping his
tongue into the eye and tasting the light precum of his brother. He took
the cock down to his brothers sparse pubic bush. He worked his tongue and
continually tried to swallow the over sensitive organ into his throat. Pat
was looking up at Max with a cock fully consumed in his mouth. Max captured
it all for later, Pat didn't care he was loving this experience more than
anything else he had ever done. He could taste his brother and he loved
it. Max who had a hand wrapped at the back of Pat's head, pulling it
forward, trying to force his cock deeper and deeper amidst the grunts and
groans suddenly let out a great scream of release pulling Pat's head so
tight into his pubic area as if trying to suffocate him. The release, the
feeling of a fluid entering his mouth. Pat knew what it was and held it in
his mouth savouring his brothers gift. Pat tried to keep going but Max now
tender from the working over he had just received slid his now softening
prong out of Pat's mouth. It was covered in saliva and a little cream. Pat
moved forward and gently cleaned the shaft, sat back and smiled. He opened
his mouth to Max showing him his deposit still lying on the cupped
tongue. Pat kept his tongue in display, Max put a steadying hand on Pat's
head and took several quick shots of the scene. He then gently rubbed Pat's
cheek and with a satisfied smile said,' thanks, that was wonderful.'

Pat making a point to let see him move his tongue around in his mouth
first, then swallowed Max's fluid,' Thanks Maxie...... really....thanks.


The two boys, both naked sat side by side on the rug against the front of
the lounge.  Neither said anything, neither thought about the future, just
both sat in a post euphoric state.

Tomorrow is another day and the start of the rest of your life.