Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2015 16:38:16 -1000
From: JW
Subject: Brad Comes Home from College

Brad Comes Home from College

Brad was 19 years old and attending college.  He had just finished up his
first semester and was heading home for Christmas.  He now had three weeks
off from the non-stop studying.  He boarded his flight back home and was
sitting in his seat texting his brother, Clark.

      'On the plane.  Be there about 10:35'

'Okay, I'll pick you up.'

      'Thanks, little brother. I'm ready to be home.'

'Happy to have you home.'

Clark and Brad didn't get along well when they were teenagers but after
Brad moved out, their Mom and Dad split up and Clark now lived with his Dad
in a small two-bedroom apartment.  Clark and Brad got closer because Clark
was Brad's lifeline of communication to know what was going on and they
often texted for four to six hours every night.  It had been a rough time
for all of them but Clark and his Dad were pretty much settled now.  Brad
was to come home and see Clark and his dad first then go stay with his
mother.

Clark arrived at the airport and waiting in the cellphone parking until
Brad let him know that he had arrived.  Brad's baggage didn't make it.  The
airline said it would be in later today and that they would delivery it
later.

"Hey, Big Brother.  Welcome home," Clark said.

"I am so glad to see you," Brad said, with a choked up voice and tears in
his eyes.

"Hey, hey.  It's okay brother. What's the matter?"

"Sorry.  I am just happy to see you."

"Come on.  Let's get you home. Where is your bag?"

"They lost it.  It will be in later today they said."

"That's a bummer. One flight and they lost it?"

"Stupid, right?"

They drove home and didn't say much to each other.  Clark wondered why Brad
was so choked-up.  That was odd for Clark, especially, when talking to
Clark.  They arrived at the apartment building and headed up the elevator.

"You like the new place?"  Brad asked.

"Yeah, it's different.  I'm sorry that we only have two bedrooms.  You can
take my bed and I'll take the sofa."

"No, need.  I don't want you to sleep on the sofa.  Can't I just sleep with
you?"

"Yeah, I guess.  I just figured that you didn't want to."

They arrived at the 5th floor and I unlocked the door.

"You'll need to take off your shoes here.  We have stupid white carpet."

"No problem. Wow, this place is nice." Brad said.

"Yeah, it's kind of modern artsy."

"I like it a lot."

"This is my bedroom."

"It's nice.  Very cool.  All windows on the one side."

"Yeah, it's bright in here."

"King size bed?"

"Yeah, the room is big, huh? "

"It is.  You even have a desk in here."

"Yep.  Kind of cool.  I don't have to use my laptop on my lap anymore."

"I like it."

"You need to take a shower or something?  Sorry about your bag.  You can
help yourself to my clothes if you want.  We are still about the same
size."

"Yeah, maybe later."

"You want a beer?"

"Sure.  Dad has beer in the house?"

"Yeah," Clark said laughing, "Now that Mom is not around a lot of things
are different."

"Like what?"

"I don't know?everything really.  Since it's just Dad and me, we don't wear
clothes as much.  We drink a lot at home.  We have food delivery so much
that the delivery guys and us are on first-name basis."

"That doesn't sound like Dad."

"He is different but in a good way.  He is more relaxed and open minded."

They sat in the living room and talked for a long time.  Mostly about how
Mom and Dad had split and all the problems that they had worked through.
They manage to drink about four beers each and had a little buzz going on.

"Hey, it's getting late.  Where is Dad?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you.  It's Friday.  He has board meetings on Friday
mornings and then works late on Friday night.  Then he works out before
coming home.  He usually doesn't get home until midnight."

"Works out?"

"Yep. Faithfully.  Wait until you seen him.  His fit as he can be.  Abs and
everything."

"Seriously?"

"Yep.  He is back on the market."

"Ah, looking for a new woman?"

"I guess but I think he started working out just to keep his mind off of
everything."

"Do you and him still smoke?"

"Yeah, but not as much.  Mostly when we are drinking."

"You go out on the balcony?"

"Yep. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, actually."

"Well, your choices: Chinese, Italian, burgers, or Thai."

"Ah, pizza sounds good.  That's easy."

"Pizza it is.  You still like the meat lover one?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with you."

"Yep.  I will eat just about anything.  Give me a second and I'll call
Henry."

"Henry?"

"Our pizza guy, from down the street."

Clark ordered the pizza and they had another beer on the balcony so they
could smoke.

"It's cold up here."

"It is today but tomorrow it's suppose to get up in the 80s"

"That's good.  I have been so cold in Colorado."

"I can imagine.  You have always been a sun boy."

"We should live in Florida, Hawaii, or Southern California instead of
Texas."

"You are so right."

"Hey, do you mind if I take that shower now?"

"Sure.  I'll show you where everything is."

Clark took Brad to the bathroom and got him a towel and a new razor.  Brad
took off his shirt and his jeans in the bedroom.  He was taking off his
socks and underwear when Clark came back in the bedroom.  Clark was shocked
to see Brad naked.  He was always the shy type.  Although, he always wore
as little as possible, like just his shorts with no underwear, he never was
completely naked.

"I put you a towel and a razor on the counter.  You need anything else?"

"You have an extra toothbrush?"

"Oh, sure."

Brad followed Clark to the bathroom.  Clark got the toothbrush from under
the sink and Brad was standing right next to him.  Brad's cock was
practically in Clark's face.  Clark couldn't help himself.  He had to look
at it.  Brad's cock was bigger than Clark remembered but it had been years
since he had seen it.

"I love this house.  What a great bathroom."

"I know.  It's almost not real.  It's like from a magazine."

"Yeah, that's what it is, like Architectural Digest."

While Brad was scoping out the bathroom, Clark took advantage the time to
scan Brad's lean and mean body.  He was fit and sexy.  Clark was very
attracted to his body.  He thought, 'This is going to be difficult.'  As
far as Clark knew, Brad didn't know that he was gay.  Clark was always very
careful not to let anyone know.  Although, he thought that his Dad was
starting to figure it out only because he never dated girls.  The thought
that he should probably tell Brad.  Brad may not be naked right now if he
knew but it was certainly not the best time to tell him.

"How does this shower work?"

"Just turn the big handle in the middle.  The temperature is automatic.
Turn the bottom one to left to make it warmer.  Usually, I never have to
change it."

"Okay."

"Alright, I will give you some privacy."

"You don't have to go.  Clark it's me stupid.  I'm your brother.  I have no
secrets from you."

"I know."

Clark stepped just outside the bathroom and thought about what he just
said.  Clark did have a secret that Brad didn't know but should he tell
him?

"Hey, you have shampoo?"

Clark went back into the bathroom.

"Yeah, it's the push button thing on the wall.  The shampoo is the first
one, the conditioner is the second, and the body wash is the third on."

"Cool.  There is not a fourth one for lube?" Brad said laughing.

"No, I guess they haven't thought about that."

Brad kept showering and talking to Clark.  He felt like he should go but
every time he tried Brad started talking again.  So, finally, Clark just
sat down on the counter.  Brad turn off the shower and Clark handed him the
towel.  The glass was foggy so that he could barely see him.

"What is this this other control thing on this side?" Brad asked.

"Oh, the steam controller."

"It is a steam room too?"

"Yeah, It's nice."

"Wow, we so gotta do that later.  I love steam rooms."

Clarks mind raced.  He quickly had an image of Brad in the steam shower
with an erection.  He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts before
he started getting boned up.  Brad stepped out of the shower and was drying
off.  The towel was in front of him and he was smiling.

"Why are you so happy?"

"I don't know.  I love this place.  For the first time, I want to move back
home."

"That's desperate."

"Perhaps."

Brad took the towel and put it around his shoulders and pulled it from side
to side to dry his back.  Clark about fell off the counter when Brad
uncovered his half-hard cock.  Clark swallowed hard.  He needed to get out
of there now.  He stood up and tried to head to the door.

"When do you think the pizza will be here?"

"Ah, any minute."

"Do have some shorts for me to borrow? Or should I just run around naked?"

Clark swallowed hard again.  He knew that he truly wanted him to stay naked
but also knew that he couldn't handle that.  He would get hard for sure but
probably could not keep from looking at Brad's cock, especially if it
stayed hard.

"Suit yourself."

The doorbell rang.  Clark took that as a good exit point.  He paid for the
pizza and took it to the kitchen.  Brad came around the counter as naked as
ever.

"Another beer?" Clark asked.

"Sure but I'm getting a good buzz on now."

"So am I."

Clark opened the beer and they sat on the bar stools at the counter and
ate.  Clark tried to position himself so that he couldn't seek Brad's cock
but it wasn't easy.  Brad looked away to the window and Clark took a quick
look and he was still half-hard, not standing up but not hanging down
either.

Brad got up and walked toward the living room.  His cute bubble butt cheeks
were perfect, Clark thought.  What would he do to control himself for two
weeks?

"This fire place work?"  Brad asked.

"Yeah, just punch that top button on the right side."

Brad punched it and the fire started.

"What the fuck?  That's crazy."

"Yep. It's pretty cool."

Brad sat down in front of the fireplace.  He was looking into the fire but
he legs where open facing Clark.  It definitely looked as though it was
hard.  He had to stop looking at his brother's cock.  For safety's sake, he
had to ask Brad if he wanted some shorts.

"Did you not find any shorts?"

"Oh, I didn't want to dig through your stuff.  I'm fine.  I don't usually
wear anything in my dorm.  My roommate is a hippy-dippy and never wears
clothes.  I have gotten use to it now."

"Okay, they are in the top dresser drawer and you can dig in my clothes all
you want.  I don't mind."

"Okay.  When I first got to my dorm room, Terry was already there.  You can
tell his is from a hippy-dippy family that smokes pot and still uses words
like 'tripping', 'far out', and 'radical'.  He lights up these incenses and
meditates naked every night."

"Isn't that a little strange?"

"I thought so at first but you know what?  I noticed that after a week of
the quiet mediation that I was more relaxed.  So, I started getting naked
and sitting with my eyes closed to.  I probably would be insane by now if
not for that.  My classes are too hard for me."

"I thought you were doing well?"

"Oh, I am but I have to study like 24/7."

Brad got up to get more pizza.  As he walked toward Clark, Clark got a
really good look at the front of Brad.  He was fine.  His body was almost
perfect.  He had no fat on his body, his abs were cut and clean, he had a
small trail of hair down the middle of his chest leading to a perfect cock.
Clark was jealous.

"You want to watch a movie or something?" Brad asked.

"Yeah we can if you want."

"Looks like ever room has a TV.  How to you pick one to watch?"

"I know they are everywhere.  I usually watch in my room because Dad is
never home.  Then If I fall asleep he comes in and turns of my television."

"What do you want to watch? Porn?"

"That's probably not a good idea.  What about the Matrix?  You still like
those?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

Clark cleaned up the kitchen and put the rest of the pizza in the
refrigerator.  He found the Matrix DVD and went into the bedroom.  Brad was
in the middle of the bed lying face down toward the television.  Clark
started the movie.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this," Brad said.

"Me too.  I like it a lot."

They watched for a long time and had several more beer.  Clark felt drunk
and his cock was getting hard looking at Brad's naked body lying out in
front of him.  He thought about going to take a quick shower and jerk off
to get over it but he waited.

"Clark, can you rub my back a bit like you used to?"

Clark swallowed hard again.  He had forgotten but he used to rub Brad's
back a lot.  Clark always wanted to be a massage therapist after they all
had been to Mexico one summer and he had his first massage.  Brad was
convenient for practice.

"Sure."

Clark sat up next to him and started rubbing his shoulders and then down
his back.

"You got any of that hot oil stuff that you had before?"

"Maybe, I'll check."

Clark knew exactly where it was because that is what he used for jerking
off.  He came back from the bathroom with it after heating the bottle under
the hot water faucet.  He poured it on his back and started massage him
again.  His skin was so warm and soft.  He muscles were firm and hard.
Clark crawled up on the bed on his knees with on leg in between Brad's
legs.  He pushed up his back to his shoulders and then pulled back down to
his butt.  He accidentally came down a little to far and onto his butt.

"That feels good.  You never did my butt before."

"You always had shorts on before."

"I guess you are right."

Clark mindless rubbed Brad for about thirty minutes while watching the
movie.  At least, he had gotten used to Brad being naked and the fact that
he was touching him.  His cock had calmed down.

"You want me to do you?" Brad said.

"Ah,-- no ? that's okay."

"It only seems fair.  You have been massage me for five or six years."

"It's okay.  I enjoy doing it."

"Okay but if you ever change your mind, I will."

"Okay."

"You want to do my front?"

Clark's heart started racing again.  He didn't think he could handle that
but tried to blow it off.

"If you want."

Brad got up and lay back down across the end of the bed so that he could
still see the television.  Clark moved over close to him.  Brad's cock was
hard now.  It was still lying on his stomach but was complete hard.  Clark
started on Brad's chest and worked his way down to his stomach avoiding
Brad's cock.  Clark tried to focus on the movie and let his hands do the
work automatically.

"That feels great." Brad whispered.

"I'm glad that you like it."

Clark kept massaging his chest and stomach until finally one time his hand
bumped the end of Brad's cock.

"Sorry," Clark said quickly and jerked his hand back.

"Don't worry about it.  Sorry it's getting hard.  I didn't get a chance to
jerk off today so it just keeps getting hard all the time."

"I'll go around it."

Clark touched it several times even though he was trying not to.  Brad's
dick responded and got hard enough to stand up off his body.  Clark moved
around and did Brad's legs and pushed upward toward his body.  Brad spread
his legs apart so that Clark could get to the inside of his leg.  Clark
moved his hands up his leg and his fingers rubbed Brad's balls.  His
fingers slid through his pubic hair and underneath his cock.  Every time he
touched his cock it jumped.  Pre-cum was starting to drip from the end of
his penis now.  Clark moved to the other leg.

By the time that Clark finished the other leg, the movie was over.  Clark
sat back.  He was proud of his work and that he controlled himself.  He had
a very hard cock in his jeans to show for it.

"That felt great Clark.  I really miss getting your massages.
Unfortunately, I got to piss so bad."

"I know. Too much beer."

Brad left to go pee with his cock flying at full staff.  Clark turned off
the television.  Brad came back.

"Which side of the bed do you sleep on?"

"Oh, the right."

"Okay."

He got in on the left side and only covered up his legs and settled into
his pillow.

"I feel great.  Thanks again Clark.  I owe you one."

"Thanks."

"Are you ready for bed?"

"Yeah, I'm a little tired."

Clark turned off the light and stood facing away from the bed.  He quickly
took of his shirt and jeans and got into bed.  He kept his boxer briefs on.
The chatted for a little bit but soon feel asleep.

"Brad?" Dad whispered from the doorway.

"Hi, Dad," Brad answered.

"I hated to wake you but I wanted to see you."

"Cool.  I'm happy to be home."

Dad turned on the light and headed over to Brad's side of the bed.  Brad
was naked on top of the covers and his hard dick was very visible.  He
attempted to cover it a bit.

"Don't worry about that," Dad said, seeing that Brad was trying to hide his
boner.

"Sorry, too much beer.  It's good to see you Dad."

Brad sat up in the bed and hugged his Dad.

"It's good to see you too son.  You like the new place."

"Yeah, It's great.  I told Clark that I'm ready to move back home."

"Well, you are always welcome here."

"Thanks."

"I'll let you get back to sleep.  Unfortunately, I need to work this
weekend but I will at least be home in time for dinner."

"Okay."

"I'll see you in the morning if you are up.  Welcome home, son."

"Thanks Dad."

Dad left and closed the door on his way out.  Clark just lay there quietly.
Brad thought that Clark was asleep.  Brad tugged on his cock trying to get
it to go down.  He needed to jerk off desperately.  He started stroking it
a little but then decided that it was too awkward.  They managed to get
back to sleep.

Clark woke up early.  He went to the bathroom and then headed to the
kitchen.  Dad was already gone but left a note and two one hundred dollar
bills on the counter.  The note said "You guys go have fun today.  I'll see
you tonight."

Clark made coffee and thought about the massage last night.  Brad's body
was so hot.  He really enjoyed getting to rub him.  He got out his iPad and
was reading the news sitting at the bar still in his boxer briefs.

"Morning," Brad said from the doorway.

"Morning, Brad.  Sleep well?"

"The best.  That massage and beer relaxed me completely.  I haven't felt
this good in a long time."

"Has Dad left?"

"Yep."

Brad was waiting in the doorway but after he found out Dad was gone he
walked into the kitchen to get some coffee.  He went to the cupboard and
got his cup and filled it.  Clark looked up to see that Brad was still
naked and his butt was cute in the bright kitchen.  Then, Brad turned
around and still had his morning wood.

"Dude, you are hard all the time," Clark said without thinking.

"Yeah, I know, sorry.  Does it bother you? I can get some shorts from you."

"No, I don't care.  I'm the same way in the mornings," Clark said, lying
and telling the truth because it would bother him and he already had a
boner.

"What's the money for?" Brad asked.

"Dad said for us to have a good time today.  I'm not sure we need $200 for
that.  We could get an escort for that much."

"That is a lot.  What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I usually go down to the coffee shop on the corner and
have a coffee and read the newspaper.  Then we could go to the mall for a
while I guess."

"That sounds good."

"Okay.  I'll go jump in the shower."

"Alright.  I'll be there in a second."

Clark when to the bathroom and started the shower.  He had just dropped his
boxer briefs on the floor when Brad showed up at the door.  Clark stepped
into the shower and closed the door.  He started washing his hair and he
heard the door open behind him.  Brad got in and grabbed his brother by the
shoulders.

"You are looking good Mr. Clark.  Have you been working out?"

"Yeah, a little.  Well, I go about three times a week."

"Looks like it."

Clark out of habit grabbed his shower razor to shave his balls.  He had
already started when he thought about it but continued hoping that Brad
wouldn't say anything about it.  They took turns under the water until they
where finished.  Clark opened the door and grabbed two towels.  They dried
off in the shower.  Clark noticed that Brad was checking out his body and,
in particular, his dick.

"What?" Clark said.

"Sorry, I have to asked.  Why do you shave your balls?"

"I don't know.  I just started it and now I do it everyday.  I like the way
it feels."

"Can I see?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Clark turned around so that Brad could see.  Brad sat down on the toilet so
he was at eye level.  Clark jumped when Brad used his hand to move his cock
out of the way to see them better.

"Interesting.  What does it feel like?"

"I don't know.  It just feels different."

"I should try it."

Brad removed his hand and let Clark's dick back down.  Clark was trying not
to get hard but he knew that it was going to.  It slowly started rising.

"How do you do it?"

"Just hold the skin as flat as you can.  It's better in the morning when
they are tighter."

"Can you do mine?"

"Brad."

"Well, I want to try it."

"We just got out of the shower."

"Can you do it now?"

"Tomorrow in the shower.  I'll show you."

Clark's dick was about half hard now and Brad's was starting.

"I have one other question?"

"What's that?"

"When are we going to jerk off?"

"You can any time I suppose."

"You have lube?"

"Yes.  In the nightstand."

"So, you jerk off at night usually?"

"No, not always, sometimes in the shower."

"Me too.  My roommate and I haven't crossed that bridge so I still jerk off
in the shower like most of the guys do in the dorm.  I think my roommate
might jerk off at night.  I have seem him have a boner while meditating and
he sort of plays with it but doesn't ever jerk off in front of me yet.  I'm
sure that's coming."

"How often do you do it?"

"Well, -- that depends ? but sometimes three times."

"A day?"

"Yeah."

"If you need to do it now, I'll bring the lube to you.  You can have the
bathroom."

"We can just do it later."

"We?"

"Well, whenever you normally do it."

They went into the bedroom and Clark started trying to find something to
wear.

"What do you want to wear?"

"Jeans and a shirt.  What ever you have."

"You want underwear?"

"I don't usually."

"Okay.  The jeans are on the shelf in the closet."

Clark put on his boxers briefs and Brad came back wearing Clark's favorite
pair of jeans.  They looked great on him.

"Those look good," Clark said.

"They are nice."

Clark got a pair and put them on but his cock was hard and difficult to get
in.  He managed but it was still visible.

"Ouch, doesn't that hurt?"

"A little.  It will go down."

Clark threw on a tee shirt and handed one to Brad.  They headed out for the
coffee shop.  They hung out for a long time and Brad got a chance to meet
some of Clark's acquaintance at the shop.  Then they decided to go to the
mall for lunch and some shopping.  They tried on a lot of clothes in many
shops.  They had one thing in common: they both loved clothes.  They were
in Banana Republic.  Clark and Brad found some jeans to try on.  They
waited in line forever.  When the next room opened up, they decided they
should go together.

"I hope these work," Brad said.

He kicked of his shoes and dropped his jeans on the floor.

"I forgot that you were commando," Clark said.

Brad did the 'I'm naked dance', shaking his cock around.

"You are stupid," Clark said laughing.

"I know it helps."

They put their jeans on.  Clark was checking out his butt in the mirror.

"There too loose here," Brad said pulling on the leg and the butt.

"Yeah, a little."

"Yours look great though, except that I can see your cock."

"You like it," Brad said joking and looking at himself in the mirror.

They bought the jeans, had some lunch, and decided to go back home.  They
had had a great day together.

"That was fun.  You are such a nut," Clark said.

"I know.  I can't help it. People are so stupid.  Like the lady wearing
purple tee-shirt pants?  That was hysterical.  Really?"

"Yeah, she was bad alright.  That's the fun part of going to the mall."

"What do you want for dinner?"

"I feel like a burger actually."

"Where do we go for that?"

"Well, the beautiful think about this apartment is that you don't have to
go anywhere.  They all delivery."

"Cool. Even burgers?"

"Yep.  The burger place is in this building.  They only delivery to
residents."

"That's great.  Order it."

Clark texted his dad to see if he wanted one, ordered the burgers and got
them a cold beer.

"What to take a shower?"

"What? We just took one this morning."

"I know but?"

"You just want me to shave your balls?"

"Yes."

"You are strange. Okay, okay.  Let's go shave your balls.  How many brother
can say that they shave their brother's testicles on a Saturday afternoon?"

"Probably more than we will ever know."

They made there way to the bedroom and got undressed.

"Wait lets finish this first beer so that it doesn't get hot."

"Alright but the burgers will be here any minute."

The doorbell rang.  They were both naked and looked at each other.

"Oh, well.  Let me see who it is.  If it's Thomas, it won't matter."

Clark checked. It was Thomas so he opened the door.

"Hey Tommy."

"Hi Clark.  Here is your order."

"You have date?" Tommy asked looking over Clark's shoulder seeing Brad
standing in the living room naked.

"Oh, know that's my brother.  We were just about to get in the shower when
the doorbell rang."

"Oh, okay.  Well if you need anything else just call.  I'm just
downstairs."

"Will do.  Thanks."

"Was he hitting on you?" Brad asked.

"No, he is just a cool guy.  He brings food up and then we chat sometimes
downstairs."

"He has seen you naked before?"

"Yeah, only because Dad had just walked out the door and I heard a knock.
I thought it was Dad and he forgot his key but it was Thomas.  It never
fazed him.  I guess being a doorman for 5 years makes you pretty immune to
what's behind ever door.  Ever since then if he has a delivery and I don't
answer the door he just brings it in.  So, he has seen me naked a lot."

Clark put the burgers in the kitchen and they went back to the shower.
Clark turned on the water and got in.  Brad was right behind him.

"Soap it all up."

"I thought you were going to do it."

"Really?"

Clark took some body wash and started rubbing Brad's crouch.  He got a nice
foam going, grabbed the razor, and got down on his knees in front of Brad.

"You have to pull your cock and balls to one side and hold it flat like
this."

He pulled his cock over to the right held his ball sack against his leg.

"Then, shave this way, away from your cock."

"I get it."

"Do you have hair growing on your dick?"

"I don't know."

"Let me see.  Yeah, I see a little. See, here. Pull the razor down your
cock this way.  The hold your balls up and pull from between your legs up
to about the middle."

"I see."

Clark continued shaving him until he was smooth from his dick to his
butthole.  He rinsed Brad off, turned off the water, and got the towels.

"There.  All done."

"It does feel weird."

"When you get your first blowjob, you will like it.  It's the licking that
feels so good."

"Really?"

"Yep, you'll see. One more thing."

"What?"

"We need to trim that bush of yours.  Come here over the toilet."

"Bush?"

"Yeah, this crap.  It makes your dick look small and it makes it look like
you're not grooming.  You have a great body.  It should look perfect."

"Okay.  Chop away."

Clark took the scissor and trimmed him nice and neat.

They didn't bother putting on clothes this time.  Clark was accustomed to
Brad not that he no longer got a boner ever time he saw his cock.  So they
sat at the kitchen counter naked and ate their burgers.  Brad kept feeling
of his balls.

"It feels so smooth."

"Yep and it looks much better."

"It doesn't actually.  It makes my dick look bigger?"

"It does but more so when you get hard."

They finished their burgers and sat on the sofa in the living room drinking
beer.  They were drinking too much too fast.  Even though they had just
eaten, they were already feeling the buzz coming.

"Fuck I'm drunk again." Clark said.

"Me too."

Brad flipped on the television and they mindless watch what ever was on.
Dad opened the door and came in.

"Hi boy!" Dad called.

"Hi Dad," Clark called back.

"Do we need to get dressed?" Brad whispered.

"No, it's fine. How was work, Dad?"

"Good, really good, actually," Dad said.

"That's a great report," Brad said.

"Yep.  You guys drinking beer again?"

"Yeah, you want one?" Brad asked.

"Sure.  No, on second thought, I need a gin and tonic."

"Okay, I'll get it," Brad said.

"Thanks.  I am getting out of these clothes.  You guys look comfortable.
Brad it looks like you got over your bashfulness?"

"Oh, yeah, the dorm will do that too you.  There are so many naked boys
there you wouldn't even notice."

"Yeah, well your brother finally got to see the light.  I'll be right
back."

Dad left to get undressed.  Brad brought his drink and put it next to his
chair. Brad sat back down next to Clark.

"My head is fucking spinning," Brad said.

"Yeah, mine too."

Dad came back.  He was completely naked.

"Wow, Go Dad!  You look great!" Brad said.

"Well, thanks son.  I have been workout fairly hard lately."

"It looks like it. You look fantastic. Turn around?"

"Oh, that is silly," Dad said as he turned around.

Their dad's body was in great shape.  He didn't quite have the 8-pack that
his boys did but he was fit and lean.  Clark enjoyed seeing his Dad naked
now.  Not that it was sexual but because he was so relaxed.  He even jerks
off at his computer in his bedroom.  Clark taught him out to find porn
sites on his computer.  Dad even called Clark into his bedroom while he was
jerking because his computer locked up.  Clark fixed it and his Dad never
tried to hide his erection and kept jerking as soon as Clark got the site
back up.  Clark left before he came but that was the day that Dad came out
of his shell.

"No, serious Dad.  You really look good," Brad insisted.

"Well, thanks son.  With you two fit guys around I have to work hard to
even be descent."

"Yeah, right!" Clark said.

"What did you guys do today?"

"Nothing really.  The coffee shop, the mall, and back here." Clark said.

"That's good."

They talked for a long time, trying to catch up.  Brad and Dad never really
talked that much.  Clark wondered if either of them noticed how much
different the each are now compared to a few months ago.  They continued to
drink.  Dad had already had three gin and tonics and the boys had lost
count.  Dad went to get more beer from the refrigerator but they were all
gone.  He picked up the phone.

"Tommy?"

"Yeah," Tommy said.

"Hey, can you bring us up a case of Flat Tire?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Anderson.  I'll be right up."

"Okay, the door is open."

"Tommy is bringing up more beer.  How much have you guys been drinking?"

"A lot!" Brad said.

Dad sat back down in his chair.  Brad was leaning over on the sofa and had
his head on Clarks shoulder.  Dad noticed that Brad's cock was hard again.
He just smiled and shook his head.

"So you had a good time?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, it's been a fun day.  We bought some jeans." Brad said.

"Really? That's good."

The doorbell rang twice meaning that Tommy was just coming in.

"Brad, you might want to cover that boner up?" Dad said.

"Oh, Mr. Anderson, don't worry about that.  You guys are like family.  Can
I get anybody one?  Chances are if you popped into my place at this time of
night, you would probably find me sitting on the sofa with a boner too.  Of
course, my dump looks nothing like this."

"You are funny Tommy," Dad said.

"Thanks, Sir, I try to be, friendly and all.  Oh, an here is Brad's bag the
airlines dropped it off." Tommy said.

"Your tip is on the counter."

"Oh, thank you, Sir.  Hey, Sir $200 is too much."

"Oh, Tommy the other tip," Dad said.

"I was gonna say 'if you want to tip me $200, I'll stay all night, sweep,
mop, do the laundry, cook you dinner, draw you a bath, and tuck you in.'
Thank you, Sir. You gentlemen have a great night."

"Tommy, you are hysterical. Thanks."

"I just like to work hard for my money."

"I might take you up on that offer someday."

"Anytime, I'm a phone call away.  Thank you, Sirs. You have a pleasant
evening and give me a ring if you need anything or another beer."

Tommy left.

"He's a great guy.  He does work hard.  I'm not sure if he ever goes home."

"I'm sure he does but not often," Clark said.

They sat and talked for a long time, laughing and telling stories until
almost midnight.

"Well, we should probably get to bed."

"Probably," Clark said.

"Brad's asleep."

"Yep."

Dad got up and tried to wake Brad but he wasn't moving.  Clark and Dad
grabbed him and stood him up.  Brad relentless dick still hard.

"This boy has always had a boner," Dad said.  "Even when he was little."

"Yep, he seems to have one all the time. Come on buddy let's go to bed,"
Clark said.

Dad and Clark led him into the bedroom and onto the bed.  They started to
cover him up but they knew that it would do not good.  He would kick them
off.

"Clark, I'm happy to see you two getting along so well."

"Yeah, he's a great guy."

"He is.  Well, I better get to bed.  You mind getting my computer on that
page?"

"Sure."

"Seeing Brad's boner gave me one," Dad said laughing.

Clark looked down and sure enough he was hard as a rock.

"I'm not sure about the guys in this family.  We all seem to have perpetual
erections."

"I guess we do."

Clark got his Dad's computer up and onto the porn page the he liked.  Dad
was already lubing up his cock and stroking it before Clark got it ready.

"Dad! Sorry, Son, I didn't think it would bothered you."

"It doesn't but look what you did!"

Clark stood up and his cock was hard too.

"Sorry, Son. Well, you should go rub it out," Dad said, smiling.

Clark left his Dad to jerk off and went back to his bedroom.  Brad was
asleep.  He was tempted to touch his cock or even suck it.  As drunk as
Brad was, he would never remember it.  But instead, he just lay down beside
him and tried to fall asleep.

"Clark?"

"Yeah. I thought you were passed out."

"No, just resting.  Would you like your massage now?"

"Dude, I'm drunk and so are you!  I will fall asleep."

"No, you won't."

"Okay, then," Clark said, having lost his better judgment.

Brad got the oil from the bathroom counter and sat beside Clark. Brad
rubbed his hands together to get them warm.  He rubbed the oil onto Clark's
back and butt.  Brad's hands seem to be roaming randomly and wildly.  His
fingers even slipped down the crack of Clark's butt and touch his hole on
the way down between his legs.  Clark thought it was an accident the first
time but he kept doing it.

Clark new that he should stop him because he was too drunk and tired.  He
could feel his own cock responding to Brad's fingers on his ass.

"I think you should turn over now," Brad said.

"Ah?Okay."

Clark flipped over and cock was pointing to the ceiling it was so hard.

"Wow, looks like you are relaxed," Brad said.

"Maybe."

Brad oiled up his hand again and started rubbing Clark's chest.  Just like
Clark had done, he moved from his chest to his legs and grazed Clark's cock
on the way by.  Brad's fingers glided through his pubic hair, around his
cock, and over his balls.  Clark's heart was beating faster.  He wanted his
brother to touch him.  He always did.  Brad suddenly stopped.

"I think we need another beer," Brad said.

"We do?" Clark said.

"Yep.  I think we do."

He went to the kitchen to get another beer.  When he stood up, Clark saw
that Brad's cock was hard as a rock.  He thought maybe that his brother
might be interested in him.  Was that possible?  He came back opened the
two beers and sat down next to Clark.  Clark got up on his elbows and
started drinking his beer.  Brad put his hand back on Clark's crotch next
to his cock.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it does."

"I like doing it."

"Should I do you?"

"No.  I want to do you."

"I thought you were finished."

"No, I don't think I am."

"Can I tell you something?" Brad said.

"Yes."

"I want to touch you so bad."

"You are touching me."

"No I mean really touch you."

"You mean my dick?"

"Yeah.  I don't know why but you feel so good and I want to get closer to
you some how."

"I know what you mean.  I feel the same way about you."

"Clark, I don't know how to say this -- I know we are brothers and ? I just
love you so much."

"I love you too Brad."

"I know you do but I am not sure that you understand."

"I think I do."

Clark sat his beer down on the nightstand and took Brad's beer and put it
down.  He grabbed Brad and pulled him down on top of him.  Brad moved over
Clark and put his leg between Clark's.  Clark kissed Brad on the lips.
Brad looked shocked, scared, and happy all at the same time.

"It's okay?" Brad said.

"Yeah, it's perfect actually."

"You mean you like me ? like that ? too?"

"I do.  I always have."

"I have always thought you were hot.  I jerked off thinking about you all
the time.  When I got to college in my dorm, I missed you so much.  The one
thing about hippy- dippy roommate is that he is so open and honest.  He
read me like a book.  He asked to see my hand.  He put his hand in my hand
and closed his eyes."

"Why did he do that?"

"I don't know but after the did that he immediately said, 'he loves you too
you know?'  But I didn't know what he meant."

Brad started rubbing and kissing Clark all over his body.  The got to his
cock and he looked up again from permission.

"I'm all yours.  Do what you like."

Brad immediately put his mouth on Clark's cock.  He attempted to suck
Clark's cock down his throat.  Clark closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment
he had dream of for so many years.  Brad wanted his brother so badly.  He
had tears in his eyes again, just like at the airport.

"I want this to last forever," Brad said.

"It will," Clark said as he whipped the tears from Brad's eyes.

"Are you sure?  I mean ? I don't know if we should."

"It's cool.  Nobody has to know anything but I don't care if the do."

"So you wanted to do stuff with me?  All along?"

"Yes.  I was thought you were into girls."

"I thought I was.  Well, I was but it wasn't until I was away that I
realized that it was you."

"That makes me really happy.  I have been worrying all these years that I
would screw up and say something that made you think I was gay or looking
at you."

"First of all, even if I wasn't into you, you should still be able to tell
me anything."

"I know. But this is difficult."

"It is.  I had to drink a lot of beer to get this far," he said laughing.

"It's okay now."

"What do we do now?"

"First, I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours," Clark said smiling.

"Really?" Brad asked, laughing.

"Really! I have been waiting so long."

Brad rolled over on his back and Clark didn't was a second getting his dick
into his mouth.

"Oh, man, it was worth the wait," Brad said.

Clark sucked his cock and wanted his brother come.  He pumping his hand and
mouth up and down quickly, trying to get it out.  Brad resisted.  He wanted
this moment to last forever.

"Come," Clark begged.

"No, I want you."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.  Then I will let you have it if you want it."

"Oh, I want it."

Brad lifted his legs and pulled Clark between them.  Clark got the lube
from his nightstand and covered his hand and cock and lubed Brad's butt.
He placed his cock at the entrance and slowly put pressure against Brad.
It started in and Brad's hands tighten on Clark's arms.  Clark knew that it
must hurt so he stopped.

"Easy little brother."

"Okay."

Clark waited and rocked gentle against Brad.  Then Brad began pulling
Clark's hips toward him.  Clark's cock made its way in slowly and down to
his balls.

"Oh, my God, that feels so good," Brad said.

"It does.  Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

Clark licked, rubbed and kissed anything that he could reach.  He wanted to
console Brad in ever way.  Then, Brad release his grips and Clark started
pumping his cock in and out ever so slowly.  About to come already, Clark
was concentrating hard not to.  Brad was easy now and loving the feeling of
his brother's cock up his ass.

"It's good now.  You can fuck me, little brother."

Clark was still easy with him and slowly got a little faster.  Brad could
feel his orgasm coming fast.  He didn't need to jerk his cock after all.
It was going to go off all by itself.

"Okay, you better get down there if you want to capture the stuff that you
have been waiting for."

Clark pulled out of Brad quickly and sucked Brad's cock down this throat.
Brad didn't disappoint.  He filled his brother with the biggest load he had
ever shot.  Clark struggled to swallow it all and was breathing frantically
through his nose trying to get enough oxygen.  His cock was about to
explode and he reached to jerk it off but Brad stopped him by grabbing his
hand.

"Fuck me brother.  Come in me."

Clark hurriedly licked his hand, wet his cock, and plunged it back into
Brad.  He started screaming and shooting his load inside.  Brad pumped his
own cock as he pulled against Clark to get him deeper inside.  Clark kept
pumping his ass and coming more.  Brad was close to getting another load.
He was stroking his as fast as he could.

"Oh, brother here is another one for you!" Brad yelled.

Clark grabbed his cock again and sucked until he was dry, swallowing it
all.  Clark had come on his lips and down his chin.  He came back up to put
his cock back into Brad.  Brad willing accepted.  Clark started to kiss
Brad.

"Wait little brother.  You missed a little."

Brad whipped the come of Clark's chin and put it on his own tongue.

"Come get it little brother," Brad said.

Clark kissed Brad and his tongue took back the come he wanted.  They lay
still and in silence for almost five minutes.  Clark's cock softened enough
to slide out of Brad and the held each other tightly.

"Brad, I am I dreaming this?"

"No, little brother.  You just fucked two loads out of me.  It's pretty
damn real," Brad said laughing.

"I'm happy."

"Not as happy as I am."

They feel asleep in each other's arms.  The next morning, Clark heard Dad's
coming down the hallway.  Brad and Clark were lying naked on tope of the
damp sheets. The both had obvious morning wood and had their arms and legs
entangled.  Clark tried to get separated from Brad but he was asleep and he
couldn't move his legs.

"Good morning," Dad whispered from the doorway.

"Morning, Dad," Clark said, hoping that his Dad wouldn't come in any
farther.

"Did you sleep well," Dad asked as he walked over to the bed.

"Yeah, I did," Clark said.

"Good, looks like he is sleeping soundly," Dad said.

Dad looked at how there were together.  Brad's legs were over Clark's and
he could see both there dicks were hard and Brad's cock was on Clark's
stomach.

"You need help getting him off of you," Dad said smiling.

"No, I guess it's alright."

Then, Brad started waking up but didn't know Dad was standing there.  He
rolled over and put his head on Clark's chest and his hand on Clark's cock.
His hand wrapped around it and tugged on it.

"Dad, sorry," Clark said.

"For what?  You brother loves you.  It's a beautiful thing," Dad said.

"But?"

"Just enjoy the moment.  You want me to bring your coffee?"

"Well, -- I guess," Clark stuttered.

Dad left to make coffee and he came back a little while later and put a cup
on the nightstand.  The lube was sitting there open.  Dad put the lid on it
and set to the side.  Clark's face felt hot and he knew that it must be
blood red.

"Can you sit up?"

"Yeah, I think so," Clark said.

He tried but Brad was all over him.  Dad laughed and picked up Brad's leg
so that Clark could scoot up in the bed.  Brad never let go of Clark's
dick.  Dad put Brad's leg back down on Clark.

"Thanks, Dad."

"No problem."

Mr. Anderson was in the kitchen reading his iPad but couldn't help be
wonder if what he just saw was as it appeared.  Could his two sons have
been lovers?  Brad clear had his hand on Clark's dick and Clark didn't move
it.  Something about it was strange but intriguing.  He felt his own cock
getting hard sitting at the bar.  How strange is that?  He wanted to see
his sons doing what ever it was they did last night.  He could feel it in
the room.  He stroked and pulled at his cock a little trying to get it to
go down.  He should have put on his shorts this morning but he would have
to walk by Clark's door to get them now.

Clark wondered what his Dad must have been thinking.  He just thought that
Brad had his hand on is cock!  Oh, fuck.  And, he didn't even try to move
it.  Dad must have thought that was normal? Fuck how could he make such a
simple mistake.  He had to play it out now.  He didn't want to try to patch
a hole that may not exist.

In about 15 minutes, Dad got up to get more coffee.  His cock was hard and
he was stilling thinking how hot it was that his two boys were fooling
around.  He wanted to let Clark know that it was okay.  He wanted him to
know that he wanted to watch even.  He decided to do exactly what Clark had
taught him to do: be honest, be open, and let things happen naturally.  He
got the coffee pot and headed in to Clark's room to fill his cup.

"More coffee?" Dad whispered.

"Sure," Clark said, looking up from his iPad.

Clark had managed to get Brad's hand off his cock.  Dad poured more coffee
in Clark's cup.  Clark noticed that his Dad's cock was bigger than normal
and knew that was unusual for Dad after a jerk off session the night
before.  Something else must have gotten him hard this morning.  What if?

"Thanks, Dad," Clark said.

"You are welcome," Dad said.

Brad moved around again and was starting to wake up.  Again he move back
onto Clark and was trying to snuggle up to him.  He pushed his cock up
against Clark and put his hand back on Clark's stomach near his pubic hair.
Clark looked up and Dad saw it.  Then, Dad walked back into the kitchen.
Clark felt like he needed to get up and run safety checks on this
situation.

Clark tried harder to get out from under Brad.  He did and he went to the
bathroom to piss.  He mind was racing trying to think of what to do.  He
thought of what happened last night.  He could still smell Brad's scent on
him.  It was wonderful.  He grabbed his cup and headed to the kitchen.
Just as he rounded the corner, he thought that he should have put on
shorts.  Being naked wasn't going to help.  Sure enough Dad was hard and
stroking his cock sitting at the bar.  Clark tried to cough and make enough
noise that his Dad would know he was coming.

"More coffee," Clark said.

His Dad never flinched.  He just kept jerking.

"More coffee," Dad said, as his moved his cup toward Clark.

Clark filled them back up again.  Then, he didn't know what to do next.  So
he grabbed his iPad and started fumbling with it.

"Clark relax," Dad said softly.

"What?"

"Just relax.  Everything, and I mean everything, is going to be just fine."

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do."

His Dad got up and came around to the other side of the counter and held
Clark tightly.  His Dad's hard cock was pushing up against his.  He just
hugged him and then pulled his face up toward his.

"Son, I want you to know that I love you both.  You two guys are the best
thing that ever happened to me.  You have taught me to love open-mindedly.
Something that I never understood.  What every happens, it happens for a
reason."

"I know Dad but?"

"No, buts"

Clark couldn't hold it anymore.  He started crying and holding on to his
Dad that he loved so much.

"Everything is happening so fast?" Clark started.

"Just let it happen.  We have nothing to hide in this family.  Okay?"

"Okay."

He cried and held his Dad.  He felt safe.  The lines between family love
and sexual love were crossed not once but several times.

"I love you, Son," Dad said, kissing Clark on the head.

"I love you too, Dad."

"Hey, hey, what's all this loving blubbering stuff going on in the
kitchen," Brad said.

He walked up to us and put his arms around both of us.

"There is nothing wrong, that's for sure," Dad said.

"That's good," Brad said, looking at the tears in Clark's eyes.

Brad whipped away the tears and kissed Clark on the forehead.

"Morning, little brother.  You should be happy."

"Oh I am," Clark said.

"Good.  Then we are all good."  Brad said.

"Yep," Dad said.

We all let go of each other and drank our coffee.  Dad sat back down at the
counter.  Brad stood next to Clark.  They talked about what they were going
to do.  It was Christmas time and they had hardly even started thinking
about it.  So they planned to get a few Christmas things and do a little
shopping.

Brad stood behind Clark, put his arms around him, and pushed his cock up
against his butt and made the motion of fucking him.  Clark's eye open
wide.

"Brad!" Clark said.

"Hey, hey, not in the kitchen," Dad said laughing.

Brad kept humping Clark.

"Dad!  Brad!" Clark said.

"Well, okay then do it here. It's fine.  What ever you boys like. Don't
mind me."

"Dad?" Clark said.

They all started laughing.

"Seriously, boys.  I love you both."

"Enough to watch this?" Brad said laughing out loud and still trying to
hump Clarks butt.

"Yes, even that."

"Dad? Are you serious?" Clark questioned.

"Oh, I'm quite serious."

"I don't know what to say," Brad said.

"Me either," Clark said.

"You are two fine looking young men with dicks that get hard ever two
hours.  I don't think you need to say to much at all."

Brad stepped from behind Clark and walked toward the counter.

"See, another hard cock," Dad said, pointing at Brad.

"You mean you would watch us have sex?" Brad asked.

"Well, of course, I would but only if you didn't mind."

"Seriously?" Clark said.

"Yes," Dad said, smiling.

"Wait." Brad said.

Clark stood there in a daze.  Brad came back with the lube.

"What are you doing?" Clark said.

"Let's fucking do this." Brad said.

"I don't know if I want to yet."

"Okay, then do me again."

Brad lay down on the countertop.  Clark looked at Dad.

"Do it boy!" Dad said.

Clark grabbed the lube and put it on his cock and it got hard almost
instantly.  He lubed Brad's butt.  Dad was just watching contently.  He got
behind Brad and eased his cock into Brad.

"Oh, fuck that feels so good.  We should have been doing this forever."
 Brad said.

"You alright?"

"I'm better than alright."

Clark started fucking Brad.  Dad came around the counter so that he could
see better and his cock was hard as steel.  He grabbed the lube and started
jerking his cock.  Clark started fucking Brad faster and faster.  Brad was
moaning and enjoying his second fuck.  Brad looked over at his Dad.

"Dad, you really are fucking hot," Brad said.

"Thanks, son. I'm just an old man."

"Dad, your forty-two.  That's not old," Brad said.

"It is.  I'm enjoying watching you.  I promise."

"How about it Clark?" Brad said, "Are you ready for a cock in the ass?"

"I don't know.  It's going to hurt."

"Not for long"

"Do it then."

"Okay, bend over here little brother. I have something for you."

Brad lubed up his cock and lubed his finger and got Clark ready.  He pushed
in and out and then tried two fingers.  Clark let him in so he put his cock
in position and pushed.

"Fuck, me, that fucking hurts," Clark yelled.

"I know. Just relax," Brad said.

Brad pulled his cock out and lubed it up more.  He put it back in slowly.
This time Clark didn't yell.  Brad kept pushing slowly.  Clark started
liking it and pushing back a little.

"Okay, I think I'm okay," Clark said.

Brad started fucking him slowly.  He was already getting close and knew
that he couldn't hold it much longer.

"Clark I'm going to bust in a second," Brad warned.

"Me, too!" Clark said.

"Oh, fuck that will do me! I'm fucking coming!" Brad said.

Dad was coming.  Brad fucked his little brother in a rage. He filled Clark
with his load.  Clark was already shooting on the floor.

"Wow, that's was crazy," Dad said.

"It was fucking the best," Brad said. "Are you alright little brother?"

"I'm more than alright, look at this mess."

There was come everywhere on the floor.  Clark managed to empty his balls
on the floor.

"Wow that's a lot!" Brad said.

"I know.  I came twice."

Clark cleaned up the floor and they all headed to the showers to clean up.
Brad and Clark put their clothes and met dad in the living room.  There
where three shots of some liquor in three glasses on the table.

"What's this?" Brad asked.

Dad got out three cigarettes and three Cuban cigars from the liquor
cabinet.

"Come out on the balcony.  We need to enjoy this.  This bottle is $350.  It
deserves a cigarette, a good cigar, and good friends."

"I propose a toast! To boys becoming men, and a old man with an open mind."

"Cheers!" they all said.

That had a great Christmas together.  Brad and Clark did everything
together while he was at home.  They fucked every day sometimes twice a
day.  Dad liked to watch sometimes.  Brad and Clark even stayed over at
their Mom's house for a week.  She had no idea and they slept together in
their old bedroom.  If she had known, that her little boy was fucking her
oldest son, she would have hit the roof.

Brad went back to school and suffered through one more semester.  Then
Clark graduated from high school and they moved into a dorm room together.
Nobody really ever suspected them.  They were just two cool brothers that
studied hard and didn't go out much.

Brad's friend Terry, the hippy-dippy, still came over to their dorm room
and meditated naked.  He even taught them how to get hard and edge for two
hours without coming.  After that, Brad and Clark could fuck for hours when
they felt like it.

They graduated from college with 4.0's and the still live happily together
with their Dad in the apartment.  Tommy still brings them food up when ever
they call and sometimes get's naked with them when he gets off work.  They
all get drunk and Tommy sleeps on the sofa.

Dad never found a new woman.  He jerks off a lot.  Lately, he and Tommy
have been chatting quite a lot.  So perhaps there is more to the story.