Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2015 22:07:23 +0000 From: Nick Carter Subject: A Brother's Duty - Chapter 4 This is a story about a family and their friends, how they deal with growing up and the events that happen during a period in their lives. It contains sexual themes and graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting males, some not of legal age. All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please send any comments, criticisms, words of encouragement or ideas for improvements to how I write to xoanan1978@hotmail.com. I really do want to hear from people with any feedback so please drop me a message. Also, please remember to donate to Nifty if you are enjoying these stories at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. ********** A Brothers Duty: Chapter 4 The next morning was Monday, which meant back to school. It felt odd being back among the guys at school, knowing that I had been doing something most of them only dreamed about, well, maybe not exactly what most boys dreamt about. So many of them spent their life talking about girls and their apparent conquests, I wondered how many of them had ever actually done anything with anyone. Obviously though I wasn't going to brag about what had happened, but it made me feel good knowing I had this secret. The day itself passed by uneventfully, school seemed to drag on forever and then the evening was filled with homework and study. I didn't see much of Zach, who came back home late after college and went straight to his room. With everyone at home that night though I wasn't expecting anything else to happen. I still found my heart beating faster every time I heard a noise from his room though. Was he coming in to see me? Should I 'accidentally' bump in to him coming out the bathroom? In the end I kept myself to my room and just had an early night, still feeling exhausted from the weekend. The next day passed much the same, but come Wednesday I woke up early with a feeling of dread. Today was sports at school, which meant I would have to shower with the other guys afterwards. Normally I would look forward to this as it gave me a chance to see them in all their glory, but today I knew that they would see my freshly shaved cock and balls. Every week there was the normal teasing and guy talk at shower time, making fun of the guys who looked a bit smaller than the rest or who hadn't quite developed as much. It seemed to be that if you were good at sports you had to find every excuse to prove how manly you were to everyone else. Normally I avoided most of the attention as I was reasonably well developed, and had quite a lot of hair around my cock compared to some of the other guys. How could I explain suddenly deciding to shave myself! I wasn't particularly confident and there had already been the odd comment about me being gay from time to time around school. I mostly ignored this as anyone who wasn't trying to sleep with every girl at school had the same thing, but now I was sure it would get worse. By the time I left for school I hadn't managed to come up with an excuse to get out of sports so, after registration, I headed down to the changing rooms with Max. To add to my misery it was football this morning which I hated. I was always picked second to last (Max was always last) and would then spend the next hour and a half trying to avoid getting near the ball or getting in anyone's way. We changed in to our kit and the normal embarrassment of picking teams took place. Alex's brother Simon was one of the captains today as he was one of the best sportsman in school. One of the reasons we had stopped being friends was that he had his little gang of friends he had made and we didn't all really get along. They all thought they were god's gift to women and were better than everyone else because they were on the school sports teams. I actually got picked before it was just Max and I left and ended up on Simon's team, though Max was still last. As there was an odd number of boys in our class he was on the same team as me. There were the normal comments about how having him as the extra player was probably a liability for Simon's team but eventually we headed out on to the field. Once the matches started I managed to avoid being involved most of the time, though I still managed to work up a sweat pretending to be taking part. After about twenty minutes the other team charged down the pitch and, before we knew it, took a powerful shot at the goal. Max had been loitering near the goal trying to avoid playing and the ball flew straight towards him, catching him directly in the face. His head snapped back and I heard it hit the metal post he was in front of. He went down on the floor clutching his head and moaning in pain. Everyone rushed over as the whistle was blown. The teacher helped him up and I could see there was blood running out of his nose. He had one hand trying to stop the flow while the other was holding the back of his head. Tears were running down his face as well as I got to the front of the crowd and asked if he was okay. Mr. Matthews the sports teacher butted in and examined him briefly before looking over at me. "Nathan, go with him to the first aid room and make sure he's okay." He barked, "Everyone else back to the game". I wasn't surprised at his lack of concern, if it had been one of his star players he would have been bothered but as it was just Max he was probably glad to be rid of him for the rest of the lesson. I helped Max off the field and down to the first aid room where the school nurse took a look. She gave him something to soak up the blood. "I don't think your nose is broken but you'll probably have some bruises in the morning" she told him. "I think it best you get it checked out at hospital though as you may have concussion as well." She looked over at me then, "do you mind waiting while I call his mum? Probably best he has someone with him." I nodded, "No problem, I'm sure Mr. Matthews won't miss me and I want to make sure he's okay." She left we both settled down to wait. I was concerned for Max but also felt relieved that I might be able to avoid showering with the other guys. Max wasn't up for much talking so we sat in silence while we waited. The bleeding seemed to stop and I could make out bruises beginning to come through around both eyes. I had the urge to hug him and tell him it would be okay. One hand was holding the blood soaked cloth to his face and the other was by his side. I leaned over and placed my hand on his, "Are you feeling better?" I asked, "Do you want me to come to the hospital as well." He gave me an odd look and shook his head slightly. "Thank you for staying," he mumbled through the wet cloth. I left my hand on his for a few seconds then drew back to my seat as the nurse came back in. She kept an eye on him until his mum arrived who made a lot of fuss over him, checking his nose, face and the back of his head before ushering him out and off to the hospital. "I'll bring his stuff round after school and see how he is," I said as she was leaving. "Thanks Nate," she smiled at me, "can you pick up any work from this afternoon as well for him." It seemed not even getting hit in the face with a football would stop Max from doing his homework! Once they had gone I headed back to the changing rooms and it was almost empty. A couple of the boys were finishing getting dressed and Mr. Matthews was trying to get them out for break. "Everything okay?" he asked as I came back in. "Yeah," I replied, "his mum picked him up and took him to the hospital to get checked out, but the nurse didn't think there was anything serious wrong." "Get yourself changed and cleaned up then," he nodded towards the showers, "and make sure everything is tidy before you go." He left with the final boy and I had the room to myself. I headed over, collected up Max's gear and started to get ready for a shower. As I was pulling my second trainer off I heard the changing room door close and Simon walked in, still wearing his kit. We both seemed surprised that someone else was still around. "Oh, hey Nate. Max going to be okay?" "Er . . . yeah he's going to be fine," I said. "Nothing broken hopefully but I don't think he's going to look good for a few days." I wasn't convinced one of his friends hadn't kicked the ball at Max deliberately. He went over to where his clothes and bag were and started taking his football boots off. I wondered why he wasn't changed yet then remembered that he always volunteered to help Mr. Matthews put the kit away. This normally seemed to take longer than it took everyone to shower. I hadn't really thought about it before but I guess I had assumed he was helping tidy the store or something. Thinking back I was pretty sure I hadn't seen him in the shower room with the other guys for quite a while. We had known each other since my Dad and step-mum got together. Simon's family were already friends with my step-mum and Alex and Zach already knew each other. Simon and I became friends too as we saw each other all the time and then started school together. Once we went to secondary school though we seemed to fall in to different groups and barely saw each other, let alone spoke. Now it always seemed awkward between us now. Simon went to his locker and got his stuff out on the bench just down the row from me. This meant I had the perfect view to be able to see one of the hottest guys in school undress in front of me without anyone else around. Simon was a few inches taller than me and had short spikey black hair. He really looked good in the school uniform when he had his blazer on and I wondered what he would look like out of it. Normally this would have been an amazing opportunity but at the same time I realised that he would also see me in all my hair free glory. We both continued to strip off slowly, it seemed like neither of us was eager to get naked in front of each other. I remembered though what Zach had said about Simon, Alex and him playing and thought that I had something to hold over him if necessary. I pulled my t-shirt off and turned to look at him, whatever happened I wasn't going to miss this though. "Um . . . so are you all set for the exams in a few weeks?" I asked. It had been so long since the two of us had hung out I wasn't really sure what to talk about. "Nope," he chuckled, "I'm not exactly the studying type really. I'll probably leave it until the last minute and try and cram it all in the night before." Not knowing what to say next we both carried on getting changed. He lifted his top up and over his head and I had a good look at his body. All the sports he did kept him fit I could see. He had less definition than Zach but it seemed to suit him, everything looked to be in perfect proportion and the way he moved had a sense of confidence and power behind it. I turned away quickly as his head came free of his top so he wouldn't see me looking. I had my shorts off by now and was hoping if he looked away I could get out of my underwear and under a towel before he saw. As he turned back he slid his shorts down as well. He was wearing dark blue boxers that clung to him and, like everything else, his bum was perfectly proportioned. I started to pull my underwear off but as I had just started to slide them down he turned around to face me and our eyes made contact. For a couple of seconds neither of us moved, I could feel myself going red as I hesitated, and he seemed to be waiting for me to continue. I broke away from his gaze and in one smooth motion pushed my boxers down and then off, one leg at a time. I grabbed my towel hastily, wrapped it round and then looked back at him. He had barely moved and was still staring, a slight smile on his face. He seemed to realise I had caught him looking and he turned back to his locker a bit flustered. I grabbed my shower gel and headed in to the showers, going to a spot at one end. As the water grew warm Simon came in wrapped in his towel, but instead of taking one of the empty spaces further down the room like I hoped he came over next to me and turned the water on. "I forgot my shower gel, do you mind if I borrow some of yours?" he asked, sounding a bit nervous. "Um . . . yeah sure no problem. Help yourself," I gestured towards where my bottle of gel was. There was an awkward moment of silence as we both waited for the water to get hot, neither of us wanting to be the first to drop our towel and get in. I heard him take a deep breath. "Nate," he turned to look at me, "this is stupid. We've known each other, like, forever but it always seems awkward between us now. I know I've been a bit of a shit sometimes, especially when with the gang, but it would be good to at least be able to talk to each other now and again." I turned to face him as well, looking a bit angry, "You're gang have been more than just little shits sometimes," I started, "they've picked on me a lot and have been bullying Max since we started this school. You probably had a good laugh over what happened to Max today didn't you?" He looked hurt, "I didn't do any of that though," he said trying to defend himself. "No, but you don't try and stop them do you?" I looked at him accusingly. He looked down with a guilty look on his face. "You're right," he admitted, "I'm sorry. It's just . . . sometimes . . . I suppose . . . it's not easy when the other guys are really going for it. I should've said something though, ages ago. But you had already started to avoid me a bit before that." It was my turn to look guilty now, "I guess I just felt like we had less in common. We only hung out when Alex came round or Zach took me to yours in the end, and normally your other friends were around and I didn't really feel welcome." We both looked at each other again, "I'm sure we have loads in common still," he smiled at me and offered me his hand, "I promise I'll be friendlier and try and stop the gang going to far." I considered the offer for a second, "And you have to apologise to Max as well" I added. "Only if you give me a hand with some study sometime, I'll never pass anything if someone isn't there to help me focus", he countered. I smiled back at him and shook his hand, "Besides, we have a few years of stuff to catch up on at some point," he said, "I'm sure you've got loads of shit going on you need to fill me in on. I know I do." I smiled to myself, if he only knew what had happened recently, plus I already knew he had done things he didn't think I knew about. It hit me then that maybe I could talk to him about everything with Zach, and maybe he wanted to talk to someone about Alex as well. I felt hurt when I thought Zach had been discussing stuff with them but it hadn't occurred to me that Simon maybe feeling something similar to me. I think we both felt a bit more relaxed now, though I wondered how I could bring the conversation round to our brothers at some point. Simon loosened his towel, dropped it to the floor and stepped under the water. He looked amazing standing under the spray, the water running over his head and down his back. He turned to face me and I saw that he was as shaved as I was, his cock looked a little shorter when it was soft but his balls were larger than mine and were hanging low. I should have known that if Zach had done anything with Simon he probably would have made sure he was shaved as well. For all I knew Alex liked things the same way and I relaxed even more now. I realised I was staring and I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I quickly took my towel off as well and got in to my shower, turning the heat down a little in the hopes it might cool me off slightly. I caught Simon checking me out but I focused on keeping my hardening cock under control and made an attempt to wash myself. I quickly cleaned myself, avoided rubbing my cock too much, and then passed the shower gel over to Simon. "Thanks, man," he reached over and grabbed it from me and there was no hiding the fact he took a good long look at what I had. Though I was finished I waited in the shower a bit longer while Simon did too. I tried to not to be too obvious as I watched but I'm sure he noticed, it definitely looked like he spent some extra time on his cock as it was semi hard when he washed the soap off. I felt myself getting harder again as he switched the water off and turned to face me. He reached down gave a quick tug on his uncut cock then grabbed his towel and headed back in to the changing rooms. I followed, hastily wrapping my towel around myself. Simon was drying himself off, whatever nervousness had been there earlier was now gone and he certainly wasn't shy about being naked in front of me anymore. "Breaks almost over Nate, you should hurry if you don't want the next class to interrupt you." I hurried over and checked the time on my phone, there was only a few minutes of break left. Simon came up behind me, still naked, and took my phone. "I'll put my number in, text me later so I'll have yours. Let me know when you want to hang out, you can come round and keep me focused. Will make sure Alex is out as well or we will never get anything done." I watched him walk back, admiring the view, and then quickly dried myself and got dressed. We both finished at almost the same time, shrugging in to our blazers and stuffing our kit back in to our bags. I grabbed Max's stuff as well and we headed out, just as the first boys in the next class barged passed us. "Catch ya later Nate," Simon headed off to his next class without another word. We didn't have many classes together, mainly things like sports, arts and stuff that we weren't split up for. I was in the top class for most subject while Simon was somewhere in the middle. I stood for a few seconds staring after him, not really sure how in the last couple of hours we had gone from barely speaking to arranging to meet up. Whatever had happened it seemed positive. I really hoped that his group of friends left Max alone a bit more. I dropped Max's gear in to reception to collect later and reached my next class just in time. The rest of the day passed uneventfully and when the final bell rang I collected Max's stuff again and headed home. At Max's house I dropped his bags off and popped in quickly to see him. He had big bruises now around both eyes which looked really painful. He wasn't really up for talking much and had taken some pain killers that made him feel a bit drowsy. I went through the work he had missed during the day with his mum and headed home. When I got in Dad was watching TV with a drink, and not his first I could tell, and mum was out at one of her classes so I just said hi and went upstairs. It didn't look like Tom was around either and Zach's door was closed. I kicked off my shoes, hung my blazer up and settled down to get on with my homework. Dinner was the normal awkward event that it normally was when Mum was out, reheated food eaten on our laps in front of the TV watching whatever Dad wanted. Zach was at a friends, probably Alex's, and Dad had no idea where Tom was so it was just the two of us. I ate as quickly as I could and then went back to my room, Dad and I had said barely two words to each other during the whole thing. Back in my room I texted Tom to see where he was and got a brief response saying he was out with friends and would be back soon. I got back to my work and had just finished my last piece when there was a knock at the door and Zach popped his head in. He smiled, "Hey little bro, good day?" he asked. "Why don't you come in to mine and tell me all about it?" He vanished again and I heard his door open. I put my books away and headed next door to his room, suddenly I was nervous with anticipation of what might happen, hopeful of a repeat of Saturday night. "Close the door and make yourself comfortable," he told me. He was sat on the bed taking his shoes off so I went over to the other and sat down. As I swung my legs up he threw his shoes in to the corner, stood up and stripped off his t-shirt. "Bro, Mum is out, Dad is asleep downstairs and Tom is at his friends so lets not waste time. I've been fucking horny all day," he unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his jeans and slid them down as he talked, "so I'm not actually interested in how your day went. How about you do your big brother a favour and have your first taste of this." He turned towards me and grabbed his semi hard cock through his boxers. I sat staring at him with his cock in his hand for a few seconds before I looked up at his face, "Now? What if someone wakes up or Tom comes home?" I looked at the clock, "It's only eight thirty, what if someone hears?" While I spoke he hopped around on each leg as he pulled his jeans and socks off. "We'll just have to be quiet then won't we," he flashed me another smile and jumped on to the bed, piling the pillows up against the headboard and laying back. "C'mon Nate I know you want to, and I can't suck it myself. Trust me I've tried," he laughed and put his hand inside his underwear to adjust himself. I wasn't sure about doing anything with Dad in the house but he looked gorgeous lying there on the bed in nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxers. I climbed over and straddled his legs, just as he had done to me the other night. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his now rock hard cock. I gently ran my fingers over it, remembering what it had been like before in the shower, having my hand wrapped around it as he shot his load over me. I leaned forward, my face a few centimeters away from his cock, it moved slightly as the blood pulsed through it and I leaned forward a bit more to kiss the base through the material of his underwear. I kissed up his shaft until I reached where a small patch of precum had soaked through at the tip. My tongue flicked out and I could taste the sweetness of it, I knew there was no way I wasn't going to do this now. I sat back and grabbed his waistband, sliding the Calvins down as he slightly raised his pelvis off the bed. Once off, his cock was resting on his abdomen, it looked huge and I wondered how I would ever get all of it down my throat. I licked my lips, nervous about doing this for the first time and leant forward again, this time I could smell his sweat. The smell of him was amazing, and I had to resist the urge to swallow him in one go. Although I had wondered what sucking a cock would be like now I was going to do it I couldn't believe how much I wanted it. Just as I was about to get my first taste of cock I heard the front door go and footsteps on the stairs. It must have been Tom, our bedroom door slammed and within a few seconds I could hear music through the wall. I pulled back a bit and looked up at Zach. "Don't worry, he won't hear anything," Zach reassured me. "I'll be quiet" he grinned, "and you'll have your mouth full anyway. Trust me." I hesitated again but the urge to continue was overpowering. There was a drop of precum leaking slowly out of Zach's cock and I could see his muscles moving as he breathed heavily in anticipation. I moved my head back to his crotch, and slowly licked off the glistening drip. The sweet taste filled my mouth and, without a second thought, I moved a little lower and ran my tongue over his balls. I felt Zach shudder underneath me in pleasure, and a sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips. I tried to remember everything that Zach had done to me in the shower, I wanted him to enjoy this and didn't want my big brother to be disappointed in me. My own cock was straining against my underwear, the thought of sucking Zach's cock turning me on more than I thought possible. All my efforts though we're focused on the task in front of my face. I licked gently around his balls, the feeling of his smooth shaved skin under my tongue felt odd to begin with but I loved it. There was a very slight salty taste in my mouth from where had been sweating during the day. My tongue moved a bit lower and ran up the skin just below his balls. I felt him shudder and moan again so I did this a few more times before I gently took one of his balls in to my mouth. He tensed up as I worked it between my lips and tongue before moving to the other one. His hard cock was lifting up off his stomach every now and again, throbbing with pleasure. Eventually I released his balls and work back up the base of his shaft. I softly kissed it, moving slowly towards the head. As I reached it his dick rose to meet my lips like it wanted to be sucked. I paused briefly, took a deep breath and then took the end in to my mouth. I gently sucked the head of his cock which was covered in precum, licking his slit to get every last drop, and pulled my head back licking my lips. When I went down again I took slightly more of him in, then pulled back again. I grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and angled it away from his body before opening my mouth and taking even more inside. Each time I pulled back he moaned quietly, more precum oozing out. Eventually I had what must have been almost six inches of him in my mouth, but as I tried to take more I felt myself gag and pulled back quickly. "Slowly bro," he told me looking down, "try and relax your throat and breathe in as you go down. No need to rush, what you're doing feels amazing." I smiled at him, pleased he was enjoying it. "Watch the teeth too," he chuckled as he laid his head back down again, closing his eyes. I put my lips around his cock again and slid downwards, trying to keep myself relaxed, and managed to take a little more. After a few more tries I felt my face pressing in to him. Pushing forward a bit more my lips were now tightly around the base of his cock. I couldn't believe I had managed to take all of him in and just held him inside my mouth for a few seconds, feeling the heat from his cock on my tongue and in my throat. I slowly released him, then went down again all the way. After a few more movements like this I was comfortable and confident in what I was doing, then I started to really work his cock with my mouth. I bobbed up and down faster, each time taking all his cock down my throat. The taste of his precum was addictive and I wanted more. Zach was moaning now, his body writhing with pleasure and his muscles tensing. I could tell he was trying be quiet and stop himself from making too much noise but he was struggling. I didn't care though, I was in heaven sucking my big brother. Knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure made my own cock throb and pulse in return. I still had my school uniform on and my dick was beginning to ache from being restrained in my boxers and the slightly too small grey trousers I wore. Fumbling around with his cock in between my lips I undid the clasp and zip, reached in to my underwear and started to stroke myself, my cock grateful for the attention. The smooth skin on his shaft felt amazing as my lips passed over it and I could feel his foreskin sliding up and down as my head moved. Every now and again I would release his dick and go back to licking his balls, slowly wanking his cock while I did this before I moved back and sucked him again. After a while, I don't know how long, I felt him place his hand on the back of my head and he started to thrust towards me. He gripped my head then with both hands and, after a few seconds, we settled in to a rhythm where he was actually fucking my mouth. I had managed to slide my trousers and boxers down slightly now, to give me better access to my own cock, and kept wanking myself while he thrust his hard cock in to my mouth. He was breathing heavily and began to thrust harder, I could feel an ache in my jaw. "Oh God Nate," he moaned as he pushed his cock deep down my throat, "I'm so close, you're gonna make me shoot soon if you keep going." His hands released my head, as though he expected me to pull back before he came. I kept sucking though, filled with a desperate urge to feel him climax while in my mouth. "Nate, you don't have to," I heard him say, his voice shaking as I went down on him again. I could feel his cock tense and his legs jerked underneath me a few times. Looked up at him while I worked, his eyes were closed, his back was arched and his mouth was open as he tried to catch a deep breath between the waves of pleasure. My own orgasm was building as well. He pulled a pillow from behind his head and covered his face, trying to silence the moans. After a couple more seconds I heard a muffled "fuck" through the pillow and his cock jerked in my mouth. I made sure it was deep in my throat as he began to shoot his load. I felt the first jet hit the back of my throat and I gagged on the sticky salty fluid. His dick kept spasming and more and more of his cum filled my mouth. I pulled back slightly and managed to swallow some, but I could still feel it leaking out my mouth and running down his cock which he kept thrusting, making sure I got to taste every drop as he came. The first taste was unpleasant but as my mouth filled with his juices I got more used to it. I loved feeling his hot cum shooting out of his cock, being able to feel the blood in his veins pulsing as he released himself. I kept trying to swallow as much as I could until finally the jets of cum stopped and I held the end of his cock in my mouth. Sucking up the last few drops that were oozing out I couldn't stop myself any longer and felt my own cock release its load. I gasped as I felt the force of my orgasm erupting through my cock. The first couple of shots hit Zach's leg and then the rest erupted over my hand. As the last few tremors of pleasure passed through me I took his slowly softening cock in my mouth and made sure I licked and sucked off the last of his cum, beginning to like the tangy taste it left in my mouth. I sat back and relaxed, I felt drained and my jaw was definitely aching now. Zach took the pillow off his face, breathing heavily, and flashed me a massive smile. "Holy shit, that was fucking amazing." I felt myself blushing under the compliment, "I don't need to ask if you enjoyed that as well do I," he pointed to the mess I had made. My cock was still semi hard but I couldn't believe how much I had cum. The front of my boxers and trousers were covered in it, and I could feel it running down my hand. "Oh fuck," I said carefully standing up on the bed, "I hope Mum doesn't see that when she does the washing." I managed to get my trousers and boxers off, without dripping too much on the bed, and used my underwear to clean the rest of me up. Zach laughed, "Just leave it with my stuff and I'll put a load on tomorrow with them in. I know you haven't figured out how the machine works yet." I sat back on the bed. "Thanks," I said, "for everything." "Just filling the role of a big brother as it should be done," he responded. "I really needed that though so I should be thanking you. I owe you one." "I'll remember that next time I'm feeling a little horny. You can return the favour." He reached forward and grabbed my cock which still hadn't completely softened. "Looks like that won't be long," he teased. I moved his hand away laughing, "I think I'm done for now thanks, not sure I have the energy for another round. Don't think I'll forget though." He jumped off the bed and pulled his boxers and trousers back on. "I need to get some work done before tomorrow. You're welcome to stay and hang out though if you want." I yawned as he finished talking, "Thanks but I think I'll head back to my room, I'm suddenly feeling drained and sleepy". "Sweet dreams then. Let me know if you do need a hand." I grabbed my clothes and threw them on top of the pile of dirty ones in the corner of Zach's room. Opening the door a crack I could hear the TV from downstairs and the sound of snoring from Dad. I crept down the corridor, thankful he hadn't woken up and then hurried in to my room. As I opened the door and went in I suddenly remembered that Tom had come home earlier. I was already through the door though before I could do anything, wearing nothing but my school shirt and with my semi hard cock waving around. Tom was sitting crossed legged on his bed wearing his school shirt and underwear playing on his phone. As the door opened he looked up as I came in and gave me one of the biggest grins I've ever seen. "Good night?" he asked.