Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2024 09:47:45 +0100
From: david@screeve.org
Subject: Conversations with my Brother: Part 3 - Max

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Disclaimer: Please note that this story is fictional and took place in the
imagination of the writer, nothing written ever happened. These fictional
characters may or may not practice safe sex, however these are merely words
and I would always advocate the practice of safe sex in the real
world. Some of these fictional characters' actions may not also be legal in
all or any places in the world, and these fictional stories are not meant
encourage any reader to break any of their local laws. Anything can happen
in our imaginations, but in the real world we are bound by
restrictions. Play safe.

Now, fire up your imaginations and let the fun begin...


Conversations with my Brother

Part 3: Max



Chapetr 01. In Bed With Finn

I woke up early, Finn was still in my arms, and my cock was hard, as
usual. I glanced over at the clock, the alarm would start barring in ten
minutes, and then I'd have to get up. I thought about last night and how
upset Finn became when he thought I wouldn't agree to the move to
Cockaigne. Those feelings of remorse stirred, and I squeezed Finn tightly
against me. Finn was more insecure than I had assumed. He always seemed so
confident and often gave me sensible advice like he was the older
brother. But although he seemed confident on the surface, I had to remember
he was still a thirteen-year-old boy (although don't tell him that). He
still had those young boy feelings, and his hormones were more unstable
than mine.

I snuggled against the back of his head and felt his almost blond hair
tickle my face. I supposed this was the transition for Finn. Going from a
boy to a young man. I would miss the cute giggles, the jumping up and down
with excitement, and the occasional flushes of embarrassment. I would miss
those little boy tendencies as he grew out of them.

Finn stirred. I think I was holding him too tight. I suppose that's how you
kill someone with love. I eased my embrace, and Finn settled again. I
lifted my head and looked at his serene face. Asleep, he had no cares in
the world. No one to hurt him, no one to let him down. I'd let him down
last night. I should have been clearer. I should have seen how he would
react to what I was saying. I was selfish. Finn was half asleep; I should
have waited. But I didn't want to go to sleep without talking. I will make
it up to him somehow.

The alarm clock flickered, and its screeching tones hurt my ears. I turned
it off immediately. Finn was stirring but wasn't awake yet.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Wake up, Min. It's time to get up."

Finn groaned. I stroked his messy hair and smelt the lake. I thought that
we must have to shower before getting dressed. I'm surprised Mum didn't
insist we showered when she got home.

I gently stroked his cheek, "Wake up, Min. We need to shower before
school."

Finn groaned again. I checked and could see his eyes were open.

I kissed his cheek again. "Are you okay, Min?" I whispered into his ear.

Finn turned and lay on his back. I released him but stayed on my side;
there wasn't enough room for both of us to lie on our backs on the single
bed.

"I feel great." Finn smiled at the ceiling. He turned to look at me, "Sorry
for being so silly last night. I should have trusted you."

I stroked his hair, "It was my fault." I looked concerned, hoping he didn't
hold it against me. "But are we okay?"

"Better than okay, Max. I love you and know we'll love livening in
Cockaigne."

"Thank you." I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Finn ignored my erection when we got out of bed, I had expected him to
tease me or say some smart comment about me missing James, but he didn't. I
think the weekend had exhausted his interest in seeing cocks.

We both wished we could shower together, like in the B&B, but we settled to
be in the bathroom together. Finn showered first as I waited, and we
talked. Finn couldn't stop rambling about what he wanted to do when we
lived in Cockaigne. I don't think he drew breath. I showered when he had
finished, but he carried on talking. He talked about making new friends,
being naked with his friends, and joining sports clubs. He wasn't sure what
he wanted to do. He thought about swimming again. I managed to mention what
my rugby coach said about the diving team. That made Finn think for a
moment.

As we dressed in our school uniforms, Finn squirmed. "I hate wearing
clothes." He scratched his body through his crisp, white shirt.

"Better get used to it again. I don't know when we'll be going back."

"I know." Finn sighed. "What are you smiling at?" Finn saw me grinning.

I couldn't help but think how cute Finn looked in his uniform. How cute we
both looked. I suggested we go downstairs. I had to talk to Mum and
Dad. Finn excitedly jumped up.

"Come on, Min." I grabbed his hand and dragged him along with me down the
stairs.

Mum and Dad were in the kitchen. Mum looked at us as we stood in the
doorway. She furrowed her brow when she saw Finn's face."

"What are you grinning about?" Mum asked Finn.

He glanced at me, waiting for me to tell them my decision about the big
move. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You tell them."

Finn squealed and jumped up and down, "Max has agreed to move."

Finn jumped into me, and I grabbed him, hugging him to keep him still. But
the moment I released him, Finn bounced over to hug Mum and Dad.

"Calm down, Finn." Dad laughed and told us to sit down while Mum gave us
toast and a glass of orange juice.

Every time I looked at Finn, his face was glowing. He was so happy. I
wished I could have frozen this moment for him so he never felt anything
else. But Dad quickly brought us all down to earth.

"Listen, Boys." Dad looked serious. I hoped he wasn't going to let Finn
down. I was nervous, more for Finn than for me. "Now we've decided to move
to Cockaigne, we need to organise it. But it's not going to happen
overnight." Dad looked directly at Finn.

"I didn't think it would," Finn commented.

"Your Mum and I have talked, and we think it would be best to move when you
boys have finished school for the summer. Then you can't start your new
school at the beginning of the year."

I thought it reasonable.

"But that's months away!" Finn whined.

"We've got to sell this house first, Dear." Mum placed a hand on Finn's
shoulder. "I will visit the estate agent this morning to put the wheels in
motion. Then this week, your Dad will sort out what we need to do while
he's at work. I noticed they had an estate agent, and there are some nice
houses. You boys also need your inoculations. We can get that done before
the actual move."

"It'll be on us before you know. The time will fly by." Dad said.

"Can we help choose our new home?" Finn sounded excited again.

"Of course, you can, Sweetie." Mum ruffled Finn's hair. "We'll all choose
together."

"Now, finish your breakfast, and don't be late for school." Dad smiled at
us.

"Yes, Dad." Finn and I said in unison.



Finn was in bed when I got home from visiting James after school. After his
long commute, Dad was home from work, and it gave us a chance to talk
without Finn. Mum said he was still tired and suspected he was so excited
all day that he had exhausted himself.

Mum wanted to make sure it was my decision, and I hadn't agreed to move
just to please Finn. I reassured them and told them I would go to bed as
well. I grabbed my smartphone from my pocket and handed it to Mum. We
always had to hand it over before bed so we wouldn't be playing with it all
night.

"Keep it, Max." Mum smiled, "You both have shown how responsible you are,
and we've decided to relax some rules."

I couldn't help but smile.

"Don't abuse our trust, though," Dad said seriously.

"I won't, Dad. Thanks, Mum. Have you let Finn keep his?" I asked.

"Of course. It wouldn't be fair if we didn't let you both keep them." Dad
smiled.

"Thanks. See you in the morning. Good night."

I expected Finn to be on his phone when I entered our bedroom. But he
wasn't. He was lying in bed, but I couldn't tell if his eyes were closed.

"Min? Are you awake?" I whispered.

"No," Finn replied. "I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I keep thinking too
much."

I sat on Finn's bed. "What about?"

"About you. About the move. About James. About my friends. They're happy
for me, but Rick seemed sad that I'd be moving."

I placed my hand on his bare shoulder. "You know you were the fourth thing
you said you were thinking about. I think you should perhaps move it into
the first place. Think about you first. I know my decision has been the
centre of attention, but it's done now. So think about yourself. How you
can keep your friends here and not lose them. Rick is a good friend to
you. You don't want to lose that just by moving a few hours away from him."

"But I worry about you and James and how it will affect you," Finn said.

"That's my business. The next time I hear that you've been worrying about
me, I'm going to give you a slap." I smiled.

Finn looked at me, "You wouldn't dare."

"Just watch me," I raised my hand, pretending I was going to slap him.

"I promise I'll start thinking about me first." Finn conceded.

"That's all I ask, Min. Besides, I don't think I could slap you. I love you
too much."

"Even when I'm being annoying?" Finn giggled.

"Especially when you're being annoying, Min. It's so cute."

I got up and undressed. Finn watched me, but it didn't bother me anymore. I
was comfortable with my family seeing me naked now. I left Finn and brushed
my teeth. As I walked to the bathroom, I could hear Mum and Dad talking
downstairs, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I quickly
brushed my teeth and went back into our bedroom.

Finn didn't say anything when I returned, so I got into my bed. It felt too
big and cold.

"Min?"

"Yes, Max," Finn responded.

"Can I sleep in your bed again tonight?" It was the first time I had
asked. The first time I instigated us sleeping together.

"Only if you hold me tight."

I got out of bed and slipped in beside Finn. We spooned, and I wrapped my
arms around him. He felt warm. But I must have been cold as Finn giggled
when my body touched his bare back.

"Warm yourself up next time." Finn squirmed, warming us up.

"Sorry, Min." We snuggled together and soon got warm again. "Do you want to
talk about your friends, Min?" I whispered. I was hoping to help my brother
the way he had helped me.

"Rick's upset that I'm moving," Finn said flatly.

"See how he feels tomorrow. He's thinking about himself at the moment and
what he's going to be losing. No one likes it when friends move away. I
know I would feel sad if you moved away from me."

"I know, but I thought he'd be happy for me."

"He will be. Give him time, Min. It's come as a shock to him."

"My other friends were happy for me. They know how much it means to me to
live there. They all said they would miss me, but we promised we'd get
together from time to time."

"I think Rick knows that people often say that, but it never happens. But
you are not a person to make empty promises. I know you too well. And I
think Rick is the same."

"I told him we would still be friends, and he would always be my best
friend," Finn said.

"It's still early, Min. You both have a few months to work things out. Make
these last few months count. Don't waste them. Tell Rick the same."

Finn laughed. I wondered why. "When did you get so sensible?"

"I had a good teacher, Min." I squeezed my brother tight and kissed his
neck.

"Thanks, Max. You're the best." Finn yawned.

"So are you, Min. I love you."

"I love you too."

I knew Finn would soon be asleep. 





Chapter 02. Three Kinds of Love

It felt good to be brushing my teeth beside Finn again. He seemed much
happier tonight. I only hoped he wasn't putting on a brave face.

We finished at the same time, rinsed our mouths and spat into the wash
basin. Finn smiled at me, "So, whose bed are we sleeping in tonight?"

"We don't have to sleep in the same bed every night," I told him and
regretted my words the moment they came out of my mouth as Finn's face
dropped. He looked so disappointed, "But as I've told you before, you can
slip into my bed anytime you want." Finn's face lit up again, and he went
to get into my bed. I thought I'd tease him some more, and I got into his
bed. "Your bed isn't as comfy as mine. There's something missing."

Finn got out of my bed and slipped into his bed next to me. I wrapped my
arms around him and adjusted my cock, so it was snuggly tucked against the
cleft of his buttocks.

"That's better," I whispered into his ear, and Finn giggled as he waggled
his arse against my soft cock.

After last night, I wanted to know how things were between Finn and
Rick. "So, how was Rick today now that he's had time to think?"

Finn sighed, "I think he's in denial. He never mentioned it today, and
whenever I talked about Cockaigne, he quickly changed the subject. And when
I asked if I could come over after school, he made some excuse that he was
busy. His parents wanted him to do something, or they had to go
somewhere. He was very vague."

"Well... " I sighed, "It sounds like he still needs more time."

"I'm going to miss him when we move." Finn said, "I've tried to tell him,
but he doesn't want to hear anything about Cockaigne. He's behaving like a
little kid." Finn sounded angry.

"He is just a little kid, Min. Remember, he's only thirteen, like you. But
he's not as grown up as you are. Sometimes it's good to behave like a
little kid. It reminds everybody how young you are, and Rick sounds like
he's doing just that."

"But why can't he be happy for me. I'd be sad if he moved away, but I'd
support him."

"I know you would, Min. Because you are a very good friend."

"But Rick is a very good friend." Finn didn't like me suggesting Rick
wasn't as good a friend as Finn knew he was.

"I know, that's not what I mean. I just mean you are more grown up. You can
handle change easily. Perhaps Rick just needs to behave like a kid for the
moment. Remember, he's only like this because he doesn't want you to go. He
doesn't want to lose you."

"I suppose." Finn whined, "But I don't want to lose him too. We are all
giving up things to make this move. You're giving up James. I'm giving up
Rick."

"I'm not giving up James." I quickly corrected him, "Our relationship is
just going to change. We will still be boyfriends. And your relationship
with Rick will change. But you can still be best friends."

"He will always be my best friend, and I will miss him loads when we move."

"I know, Min." I held him tight to comfort him. "All I can say is that he
needs time. Don't push him, don't force the issue, let him come round in
his own time, and you'll be back teasing each other and playing pranks on
each other like you always have done." I felt Finn relax as he remembered
all the fun he had with Rick.

"Why is it always me that has to be patient?" I sensed Finn was
upset. "It's always me that has to wait for people to come to their
senses. It was the same with you. I had to wait, not push you. And now I
have to do the same with Rick. When are people going to be patient with
me."

I felt Finn shudder. I suspected he was shedding a tear. "Because you are
the bigger man," I told him. "I'm sorry you had to be patient with me. I
just needed time to get my head around the move, and it wasn't all about
James. It was changing schools, making new friends, the nudity, so many
things."

"But I thought it was all about James," Finn said.

"Not all about James. You and I are different. I don't doubt that you can
start a new school and have a group of friends by the end of the
day. Me... I don't make friends so easily. I suppose I was also afraid of
being the new boy... of being alone."

"I never realised," Finn said. "I'm sorry if I made it difficult."

"You never made it difficult, Min. Don't think you did. You made it easy. I
never felt any pressure from you, and I truly want to move to
Cockaigne. And do you know what?" I kissed his bare shoulder.

"What?"

"When you told Mum and Dad that I wanted to move, you looked so happy. I
felt so good that I'd made you so happy. I only wish I could make you that
happy again. And do you know what else?"

"What?"

"Rick will stay over as soon as he can when we move. I'll make sure of
that. And we will both make it a fantastic time for him."

"Thanks, Max."

"And me and James would have a word with him if you like. Show him how we
are determined to make it work."

"Thanks, Max. That would be good. How about Thursday if I can get him to
come with me."

"Thursday would be fine, and if he doesn't want to come, you can still come
over with me. His brother will be there. You get on with him, don't you."

"Yeah, he's fun. But won't it stop you... doing things?" Finn squirmed.

"We're not always touching each other, playing with each other's cocks. We
do other things."

"What like?" Finn asked.

"We do homework, we talk about things. But do you know the best thing we
do?"

"What?"

"We just lie on his bed, silently holding each other."

"Really?"

"Yes. It feels so good, just holding each other, not speaking, just being
with each other. We say so much to each other in that silence."

"That doesn't make sense." Finn was confused, "How can you talk to each
other without saying anything."

"I don't know, but we do. I feel his love, concerns, hopes and fears, and
he feels mine. It's similar to us, Min. How do you feel when we lie
together like this, not saying anything, just holding each other."

"It makes me feel special." Finn said, "No one has ever held me like you
do. I feel a connection between us."

"It makes me feel that way, too. And I know that one day it'll end. Either
you won't want to anymore, or we'll be separated, so we can't. So I'm going
to enjoy this while it lasts."

"I just thought you spent all your time with James, snogging or wanking or
sucking each other off. I didn't think there was something more."

"Tonight, we barely kissed. Just a quick snog at first, and then we did
other things. It's about spending time with that special person."

"I've never had a boyfriend. I thought it was all kissing, holding hands,
and touching each other."

"I'm glad you realise there is more to a boyfriend than sex. I don't want
you to think that if you aren't having sex, you aren't in a proper
relationship. When you do get a boyfriend, you'll probably just kiss at
first. But don't feel obliged to do anything more. Especially in
Cockaigne. I know it's more liberal, more sexual, but that doesn't mean you
have to do sexual things."

"I know." Finn said, "At the moment, I just like being naked. It's not
sexual."

"I've realised that as I hardly ever see you with an erection when you're
naked."

"I've not wanked since we came back from Cockaigne," Finn admitted.

"If you want to now, I can get into my own bed," I suggested.

"No, I didn't mean that. I don't feel like it, and I'm not hard. Have a
feel if you like." Finn teased.

"You wish. Never going to happen." I chuckled.

"What about you?" Finn asked.

"What about me what?"

"When was the last time you wanked?" Finn was curious.

"In Cockaigne." I told him, "But that first day back, James and we did blow
each other. But since then, nothing."

"I can feel you getting hard, Max." Finn giggled.

"It's thinking about James. But I like it here with you."

"Thanks, Max."

We heard movement downstairs. It sounded like Mum and Dad were going to
bed. I glanced at the clock, and it was still early. I sighed. I doubted
they would go to sleep but thought we'd be forced to listen to them having
sex again.

Mum came up the stairs and crept into our room. She looked at us, both
curled up together in Finn's bed. Dad poked his head in.

"They're sleeping together again," Mum whispered.

"They look sweet," Dad whispered back.

"I just worry about it. Especially with them both being naked."

"Come on, Love." Dad ushered her out of our room and closed the door. "You
had no problem with it in Cockaigne," Dad said. "And I'm positive nothing
untoward is going on between them."

"Did you hear that?" I whispered to Finn.

"Yes. What did he mean? Untoward? What does he think we do?" Finn asked.

"I think Mum's worried we do stuff together like James and I do stuff
together."

"Eurgh! That's disgusting." Finn gagged. "I would never. You're my
brother."

"I know, Min. I wouldn't either. What I feel for you is different from what
I feel for James. But both are equally... I don't know. I love you
both. But I suppose there are three different types of love."

"Three?" Min wondered.

"Yes, three. The love I have for you, the love I have for James and the
love I have for Mum and Dad. All three feel different in their own way."

"I suppose. I'm glad. I wouldn't like to see you lie here like this with
Mum or Dad?"

I laughed, "Not a chance."

Mum and Dad had obviously gotten into bed because we started to hear the
faint squeaks and moans they were making. As time went on, they got
louder. Finn and I just listened. We didn't talk. The thought of our
parents having sex seemed to make my cock shrink, and it fell from Finn's
cheeks.

"They seem to be having sex more often," I commented.

"I know. I'm glad." Finn said.

"Why?" I didn't understand why he was happy to lie here listening to our
parents having sex. I was embarrassed. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't
want to imagine it.

"Because they seem so much happier. Haven't you noticed, Max? They've
changed. Mum smiles more often and is more touchy-feelie. Dad actually
talks to us about things below the waist. You just need to get used to
people doing it. I wonder if Marc has heard you and James going at it?"

"I hope not!" I shivered at the thought of James' brother listening at his
bedroom door as we sucked each other.

"We're moving to Cockaigne, Max. You'd better get used to seeing and
hearing people have sex."

"I know, Min. I know. I'm okay with it. But it's still strange to listen to
Mum and Dad doing it. Especially after years and years of them denying sex
existed." I chuckled.

We heard our Dad groan and then silence. "I think Dad has just cum, Min."

"He'll be going to sleep happy then."

I smiled, and I thought about the last time I came into James' mouth. My
cock lurched and fluffed up.

"Max?" Finn said softly. "Will you put your cock back?"

I reached for my cock. It was only half-hard. I adjusted it until it was in
the cleft of Finn's buttocks. Finn sighed when he felt my fleshy shaft
between his cheeks.

"I love you, Max," Finn whispered.

"I love you, Min." 





Chapter 03. Sold

Finn literally jumped for joy when we watched the estate agent add the
`SOLD' notice across the board outside our house. He was eager to sell the
house and never complained when Mum told him that nudism was on hold when
prospective buyers came to look around the house. He even kept our bedroom
tidy for when there were last-minute visits. Mum always seemed tense and
nervous when showing couples around the house.

I was more moody than usual. I was banned from seeing James during the week
by his parents so he could concentrate on revising for his exams. The only
exception was the day he turned sixteen. I was allowed around to give him a
present and have dinner with them. It was a lovely day, and when I saw
James, we snogged. We didn't even think about his family as they looked
on. His little brother, Marc, pretended to wretch, but his Mum tapped him
on the arm, telling him to behave.

I had turned fifteen some months earlier, before the weekday embargo, and
we had a lovely time. James was so sweet to me that day. James and I were
the same age for the next few months, and I felt more grown up. I didn't
feel the age gap, unlike with Finn. I was now two years older than him. But
he was no longer my younger brother. He was always my brother. In some
ways, he seemed older than me.

James and I were inseparable each weekend until Sunday evening when I had
to leave. It gave me a taste of how our relationship may become once I'd
moved to Cockaigne.

Finn also noticed a change in me. I was wanking more often. I preferred to
sleep in my own bed so I could think of James and stroke my cock. It never
bothered me that Finn was often in his bed on the other side of the
room. Sometimes he would wank at the same time. Sometimes he just lay
silent and waited for me to finish. Only then would we talk.

Mum was changing my bedclothes weekly rather than fortnightly. Dad joked
that if I didn't stop masturbating so much, my cock might fall off. This
made Finn giggle like a little kid, but he soon stopped when Dad commented
that Finn wasn't unaccustomed to a bit of self-pleasure. We both laughed
when Dad said our room smelt like a cum factory. He was right.

Finn's best friend, Rick, was now pleased for him. The evening we all spent
together was great. No one actually mentioned Cockaigne. We played on
James' console and had competitions between us. Marc would pout when he
lost, but Rick teamed up with him, and he felt better when they beat Finn
and me.

Rick started coming around more often. He and Finn would spend hours in our
bedroom while Finn told him all about Cockaigne. Finn had found the town's
website and would spend most evenings reading everything he could about our
new home town. Finn found the school's website and told me about the
uniform we would have to wear. I was shocked when he told me that the
changing room was communal and we would have to change for PE and shower
with girls. I'm not sure I was ready to shower with girls. One night when
we showered, Finn made me join him, it was cramped, but we managed. Finn
then made the old joke of tucking his cock and balls between his legs and
pretended to be a girl. He laughed, saying he wanted to get me used to
showering with girls. I laughed and told him to stop and watched as Finn
opened his legs, and his cock and balls emerged, his cock slightly thicker
than usual. He grinned when he told me the alternative was to shower with
Mum. We laughed so hard that I nearly slipped in the shower. Finn always
knew how to deflate any concerns I had. I knew I could cope with anything
as long as I had him.

Tonight, I spoke to Finn, said I would go to bed early, and wanted him to
stay with Mum and Dad until his usual bedtime. He wasn't happy not going to
bed with me, but he quickly agreed when I told him why.

Last weekend, James and I had arranged to video call each other. And
tonight was the night. It was the night his parents were going out, and he
would be alone, with Marc and trusted.

Dad smiled when I said I was going to bed. It was like he knew I was up to
something. I blushed when he told me not to break it off. Finn could always
be relied on to giggle when he heard him say that.

I stuck to my regular nighttime routine. I stripped naked and went to brush
my teeth. From the moment I left the living room, my cock was hard. I was
tempted to stroke it, but I had to wait for James.

I settled on my bed, grabbed my smartphone and texted James.

<Are you ready?>

He started the video call. I smiled so hard when I saw his face. He looked
so damn sexy.

"I miss you," I told him.

"I miss you too," James replied.

"Is it safe? Where's Marc?" I asked.

"Safely tucked in bed." James told me, "He's probably playing on his
console, but as long as he stays out of our hair."

"Good. It's great to see you, but I wish I could touch you."

"Me too," James said. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I." I said, "What do we do?" We both laughed. "Are you hard?"
James jerked the phone until I saw his hard cock for a few
microseconds. "Is that all I get to see?" I teased.

"Until I see yours." James chuckled.

"I feel silly," I told him.

"I feel horny." James smiled, and I recognised that look in his eyes when
he wanted to suck my cock.

I moved my phone to show him a long, lingering look at my hard cock.

"It looks so hard," James said.

"I'm so hard it's taking all my concentration not to cum."

"I want to see you cum... But not yet. I want to see you stroke it."

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I pulled back my foreskin, showing
James my moist knob.

"It looks so wet," James said.

I got nervous and showed my face again. James had his mouth open, his
tongues sensually moving around. He imagined my cock in his mouth. "Let me
see yours," I told him.

James teased me and moved his phone so slowly. I groaned as it meandered
down his smooth chest. It stopped at his belly button and the few stray
hairs which started his treasure trail. The phone went lower, and the hair
got thicker until it exploded into his luscious bush. I was about to see
his cock again. Then it all flickered and went black.

I heard a shuffling sound, and James shouted, "Get the fuck out of here."

In the background, I heard Marc giggling. James had been caught.

"Just fuck off!" James shouted again.

The screen stayed black as I heard a door slam and some shovelling. The
screen flickered again and jerked around until it settled on James' face.

"I hate that bastard!" James shouted. His face was red, and I saw the
anger. I also saw how close to tears he was. I wished I could hold him, but
I lay on my bed, naked and impotent. James must have dressed as he was now
wearing a T-shirt.

"Why couldn't he just leave me alone for an hour. That's all I ask. He's
always around." James sat on his bed, looking at my face on his screen. I
didn't know what to say. "I've been so fucking stressed lately, I've been
revising like mad, and I still flunked a test the other day. All I wanted
was an hour with you, Max."

"I'm sorry, James. I'm here now. Just talk to me."

"I can't do it, Max." James struggled to hold back his tears. I don't think
I'd ever seen him cry. He looked so broken. "I've got eight subjects to
revise, my exams are in a month, and I'm still flunking maths. Mum and Dad
were so disappointed when they saw my predicted grade for Maths. I got a
full-on lecture. Marc is pissing me off by rubbing the fact that he can go
and see his friends in my face. I can't see you except at weekends. I can't
even call you in the week. It's only because they are out today that I
dared talk to you. Now Marc knows he will love telling Mum and Dad and
getting me in trouble. Plus, I was naked, and I was hard. He's never seen
me hard. Marc is going to love this. I'm never going to hear the end of
it."

James finally took a breath and paused. He was pouring all his troubles
out, his stress and anxiety. I felt for him. I wanted to take his pain
away, but there was nothing I could do. "James, I'm here anytime you need
me, but please take it easy, try to calm down and take some deep breaths."
James closed his eyes, and I watched as he breathed in deeply and out
slowly again. Gradually his face relaxed, and his natural colour came
back. His eyes were moist when he opened them again and looked at me
expectantly. I was new to this. I'd never had to deal with someone so
distraught. I put myself in his position and thought about what would help
me. "Would you like me to talk to Marc? Explain things to him. Tell him how
stressed your parents and the exams are making you? I really don't mind."

"Let me try first." James stood up, and I sensed he was about to pause our
call.

"Keep the call connected and try and stay calm. Be honest with him."

James went into his brother's bedroom. Marc was sitting cross-legged on his
bed in his pyjamas. He was playing on his games console. "Marc, can I talk
to you?"

Marc giggled, "Glad you've put some clothes on."

"Please, Marc, be serious. I need to talk to you." James pleaded.

Marc now laughed, "Am I going to get a talk from my big brother about
masturbation?"

"Fuck you, Marc!" James threw his phone onto Marc's bed and stormed out of
his bedroom.

"Marc," I called out, and he soon realised I was on the other end of the
phone. The screen flickered, and Marc's face came into view. He looked like
he was proud to get one over his brother. "Marc, please listen."

I told him about James and explained how stressed he was. Marc listened,
and he quickly lost that cheeky look on his face. He now looked
concerned. Marc explained that bursting in on James was an accident but
admitted teasing him. He took me back into James's bedroom, and I saw him
lying on his bed in the foetal position facing the wall.

"James," Marc held the phone out for his brother. "Max is still on the
call."

James turned and took the phone, "I'm sorry about all this, Max." James
said.

I didn't reply but waited for Marc to apologise to James. He sounded
sincere and told James that he would stop teasing him and wouldn't say
anything about tonight to anybody, not their parents or friends. Marc then
let us alone again.

I blew James a kiss. "I wish I could hug you. Can you wait until this
weekend?"

James' mouth curled up at the edges. "I'll try."

I told him to forget about tonight and to get some sleep. He sounded tired,
so we said goodnight, and I was left holding my phone, hoping James was
okay.

I heard a timid knock on the door. Finn whispered, "Can I come in?"

"Yes," I told him.

Finn came in and saw me lying naked on my bed. "Did it go well?" he asked.

"No," I said flatly and got under my duvet. "Hurry up and come to bed. I
feel the need to hold you, then I'll tell you everything."

Finn looked worried but didn't say anything. He quickly stripped and went
to brush his teeth. His body was cold when he slipped into my bed, but he
soon warmed up. He lay silent as I told him what had happened. I'm glad he
didn't tease me or joke about me not managing to masturbate or have phone
sex. Finn just listened. He knew what I needed.

When I finished, Finn spoke. "I'm so sorry, Max. Just let me know if there
is anything I can do for you or James. I hope he gets through this, and I
know he will, with you by his side."

"Thanks, Min. We need to get James away from his family so he can truly
relax. I will ask Mum and Dad if he can stay over on Saturday. I hope they
say yes."

"I hope so, too," Finn said. "And I will make myself scarce if you need me
to."

"Thanks, Min. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Just hold me, Max. Hold me and think of James. With any luck, he might
sense it."

I squeezed Finn tight. "I love you, Min."

"I love you, Max." 





Chapter 04. James In Cockaigne

Finn is a crafty little sod and the best brother I could have wished
for. One moment he's giggling like a little kid. The next, he's organising
all this behind my back. Friday night, we shared a bed again, and I held
him so tight I nearly squeezed the life out of him. After James had his
mini-breakdown, Finn went to Mum and Dad to fill them in and lay the
groundwork for James staying on Saturday. But he apparently got a flat no
as Dad had to go into Cockaigne, and Mum didn't want three teenage boys
running amok in the house.

But Finn was never to take no for an answer and persuaded Dad to kill two
birds with one stone. That is why we were going to Cockaigne on a boys'
weekend so Dad could also take James to get his visitor's permit.

I kissed Finn's neck as we lay together. "Thank you, Min. I don't know how
you did it, but thank you."

"Do you know what we're going to do tomorrow?" Finn asked.

"Dad is going to the estate agent to get some details on some houses they
want to look at. I don't know what we're going to do. I doubt that Dad
would let us stay at the B&B alone. So I might suggest we go to the
shopping centre, or perhaps the town centre and just explore."

"I don't know what I'm going to do," Finn said. "I'll have to go with Dad,
I suppose."

"Oh! I was hoping you would come with us." I told him.

"Really!" Finn squeaked. "You're not just saying that?"

"No, Min. Without you, this wouldn't be happening. I want to spend the day
with the two best boys in my life, my brother and my boyfriend."

"Won't James mind?"

"No, not at all. He wants us to spend the weekend together. His brother
wouldn't do anything like this for him. I think he's got a little bro crush
on you."

"Really?" I felt Finn wriggle, uncomfortable with being complimented.

"Really." I kissed his neck again.

"I love you, Max. I'm so glad we have each other."

"I am too, Min. I'm just glad I don't have Marc for a brother. He sounds a
right pain."

"You can be a pain too, Min." I stroked his hair.

"But a loveable pain." Finn wiggled his backside, teasing my cock as it
rested between his cheeks.

"Yes, Min. A loveable pain."

Finn yawned, "I love you, Max."

"I love you too, Min."



Finn sat in the front of the car as Dad drove, and James and I sat in the
back. I noticed Finn kept looking back at us. We must have seemed strange
as James and I sat, holding hands, looking at each other with doe eyes. Dad
saw us lost in each others' eyes and distracted us as he explained to James
what would happen to get his visitor's permit. James seemed nervous, he
wasn't used to being naked in front of strangers, but I squeezed his hand
and reassured him that I could be with him if he wanted. James said he
would like that.

"I could be with you for support, too." Finn squeaked from the front of the
car, "And I will also be naked."

James looked at me.

"He will be." I smiled at James, "As soon as we reach Cockagne, he'll have
his cock out."

"Don't be so crude, Max." Dad admonished me.

"Sorry, Dad." I apologised.

"He's right, though." Finn butted in. "I can't wait to get naked."

Finn's nakedness at the security centre made James more comfortable when he
was processed for his visitor permit. I remained clothed as Finn and I went
in with him.

After spending the rest of the day exploring the town centre, we went back
to the B&B to have dinner. Dad and Finn were naked, and I stayed clothed to
make James more comfortable. James looked so cute when Dad stripped
naked. He went so red and couldn't look at him. When talking to Dad, James
looked at the floor. We ate dinner in the dining room. Afterwards, James
and I went back to our room. Finn stayed with Dad in the lounge. He
whispered that he would stay with Dad for at least an hour.

I wouldn't be surprised if Finn had organised all this and got Dad to go
along with all his plans and schemes. But I was glad as it gave James and
me time alone.

For the first fifteen minutes, we were a blur of naked flesh, cocks, hands,
and mouths, and cum quickly flew. We lay panting on the double bed, James
behind me, holding me, spooning me. I could feel his cold cum from the end
of his cock on my bare buttocks. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. This
weekend was the best so far in my fifteen years.

For an hour, we just lay together and talked. We may have been naked, but
that didn't mean anything. Our passion had been quenched. It was now time
for intimacy. James lay against me, stroking my hair, running his hand
along my bare arm. He would occasionally kiss my neck or shoulder. It
reminded me of how I would treat Finn as we lie together in bed. I wiggled
my arse like Finn would do to me, and I felt James' cock thicken and push
into the cleft of my buttocks. But it didn't end there. I pushed back, and
I felt his cock against my hole.

I still wasn't sure about being penetrated, not yet, at least, but feeling
his cock against me made me long for it. I sighed and wiggled my arse. It
was like his cock was scratching an itch on my anus. James didn't force
anything, but he did wrap his arm around me and grab my cock. I pushed back
while he stroked my hard cock. It wasn't long before I was cumming over the
duvet, and James was cumming between my buttocks.

I fell asleep. I think James also fell asleep because I was gently woken by
Finn rocking my shoulder. Despite his soft touch, I jolted awake, and James
flinched behind me.

"Dad didn't want to leave you two alone for too long. I said I'd come up,
and we'd go to bed and perhaps watch television. I'm going to brush my
teeth."

As quickly as Finn appeared, he had gone again. Gone into the bathroom to
leave James and me alone again.

"We should go to bed," I said to James.

James laughed, "I thought we were in bed."

"No, under the covers." I smiled. It was time to join Finn in the bathroom
to brush our teeth.

Finn kept surprising me this weekend. Not once did he comment on seeing
James naked, although I saw him looking.

Finn left us alone in the bathroom. Once James and I had brushed our teeth,
we kissed. I pulled away before our cocks responded too much, and we went
back into the room to get in bed. Finn was waiting for us. He was sitting
on the other bed.

"You two get in bed. I'll turn the light off."

James and I snuggled together, his cock nestled between my arse cheeks. The
duvet warmed us, and I felt contented in James' arms.

Finn turned off the light and got into the other bed.

I lay in James' arms listening to Finn fidget. It went on for several
minutes.

"What's wrong, Min?" I asked.

"I can't get comfortable." He fidgeted even more, "This bed is too big."

"Come in with us, Min," I said.

"Are you sure?" Finn asked.

"Yes, he's sure." James butted in.

Finn slipped from the other bed and into ours. He snuggled up to me and got
into his familiar position. I grasped my cock and rested it in the cleft of
his buttocks.

"That's better." Finn sighed.

"I'm so glad you're with us, Finn. You've done so much for Max and me. I
don't know how I can make it up to you." James said to him.

"James?" Finn said.

"Yes."

There was a short pause before Finn spoke again. "I'd like it if you call
me Min when we're alone."

I felt James reach over me and touch Finn's arm. "Thank you, Min. It means
so much to me. You know I love your brother very much. And I know you mean
the world to him."

"You have helped Max come out of his shell," Finn said to James. "I'm proud
of what you have helped him become," Finn said.

"If you like," I huffed, "I could leave you two alone and get myself
another room."

We all laughed. Three teenage boys spooning each other in a double bed. We
didn't feel cramped or in danger of falling off; it was a nice size for the
three of us.

"Cockaigne isn't like people say it is," James commented. "Whenever I hear
about it, people say it's a terrible place, full of crime, violence and
perversion. But it's nothing like that."

"I know. It's just like a normal town but a big naturist town with the
occasional sex." I said

"We never saw anyone having sex," James said.

"It's not like people do it all the time out in the open," Finn said.

"I didn't feel weird at all," James said, "I felt like it was a normal
town, except for you being naked, Min." James chuckled.

"Trust me, James," I butted in, "As soon as we move here, I doubt he'll
wear clothes again."

"I like how it feels," Finn said.

"You have certainly made me feel more comfortable here," James said. "I'm
going to enjoy visiting Max."

"And I'm going to love you visiting me," I said.

"Plus, when I visit, I get to see Min naked. You have a very cute brother,
Max."

"Don't get ideas, James. You're mine. Min can find his own boyfriend."

"Don't worry, Max. James is too old for me." Finn laughed. "I'm not into
old men."

I slapped Finn's hip, "Cheeky."

James stroked my hair and kissed my neck, "You're dating an old man, Max."

"I don't mind. I love older men. Especially a certain sixteen-year-old, old
man."

"And I love a certain younger old man who is fifteen years old." James
nibbled my earlobe, which caused my cock to stir and push deeper between
Finn's buttocks.

 "Why don't you guys get a room," Finn quipped.

"We have a room, Min." James and I laughed in unison.

"I'm glad you're here with us, Min," I told him.

"So am I." James agreed.

"And I feel happy to be here. Not like your other sleepover. I felt left
out."

"Sorry, Min," James said. "I never meant for that to happen. Please tell me
if it happens again."

"Thanks, James. I know neither of you meant it." Finn said.

"Min, you will always be a part of our relationship because you are a big
part of Max. You will still be part of our relationship when we're in our
sixties." James said.

"I hope not. I just told you that I don't like old men." Finn laughed.

"Yes, but you'll be old and wrinkly too." I kissed Finn's neck.

"I love you, Max," Finn said.

"I love you, Min," I told him.

"I love you, James," Finn said.

"I love you, Min." James said, and he meant it, "I love you, Max."

"I love you, James," I said as I hugged Finn tightly.

At this moment, James seemed to understand my relationship with my
brother. He didn't tell me while we lay in some weird threesome spoon. He
told me when we were alone. James said it was like we had created a third
kind of love. There's familial love, our love for family and very close
friends. There's romantic love, the love of mutual attraction that affects
your groin. And there's the Max and Finn love, something only between the
two of us. A deep love between brothers. A bond that nothing will break. A
bond that lays each person bare. The best way James could describe it was a
non-sexual romantic love.

All three of us lay half asleep when we heard the door open. Dad came in
and saw the three of us in bed together. He seemed to be aware that Finn
was still awake.

"Are you okay, Finn? You can come in with me if you like." Dad whispered.

I sensed Finn was uncertain. Eventually, I heard him say, "I'm fine here,
Dad." 




Chapter 05. Going Back

I drifted awake with James' hard cock pressing against my arse and an empty
space in front of me. Sometime during the night, Finn got out of bed and
slipped in with Dad. I looked across at their bed and saw Dad spooning Finn
and heard his gentle snoring. When I looked at Finn, I noticed his eyes
were open. He was awake and smiling at me.

Finn slipped from Dad's bed, and I saw that his cock was hard. He slipped
back into my bed and wiggled until my hard cock was against his arse.

"Dad's got an erection," Finn whispered. Well, it looked like all four of
us had morning wood. "It felt bigger than yours."

"I'm not surprised." I snuggled against him, "I still have more growing to
do. I'm sure you expect your hard four inches to grow more."

"Definitely. I expect it to grow to be at least 8 inches." He giggled.

"You wish."

Behind me, James stirred. "Are you two talking about hard cocks?" He
whispered in my ear.

"Min's obsessed with cock, James."

"Am not!" Finn protested, and we heard Dad's snoring falter.

"Shh!" I tapped him on the shoulder. But it was too late. Dad was waking
up.

Dad fidgeted and got out of bed. I watched as he went into the
bathroom. I'd never seen Dad's cock hard. To my fifteen-year-old eyes, it
looked massive.

Finn gasped when the bathroom door was closed. "That's massive," Finn said.

"Fucking hell, I never thought I'd see that," James said in my ear. "I've
never seen my dad naked, never mind with an erection."

"Welcome to Cockaigne," Finn giggled.

We heard the toilet flush and went quiet, expecting Dad to return. But he
didn't. We then heard the shower.

"So, what do you guys normally do when you wake up with a hard-on?" James
asked.

"If it's a school day... Nothing." I said.

"And if it's a weekend... Nothing." Finn giggled.

"I sometimes go into the bathroom and deal with it," I admitted.

"I don't fancy getting out of bed and showing my hard-on to your Dad."
James said, "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

I can't believe it, but we ended up lying on our backs wanking. Finn was
frustrated wanking under the bedclothes, so he kicked them off and exposed
us. James then reached over and grabbed my cock, and stroked me. I did the
same to him. We ignored Finn, who was busy with his own hand. But I loved
the feeling of James' thick cock in my fingers, sensing the wetness that
dribbled down his shaft.

James came first. His cum flew up his body. As his cock throbbed, I watched
as the remnants dribbled down my fingers. Watching James cum sent me off,
and I came. James smeared my cum up and down my chest. I was definitely
going to need a shower. I was barely aware when Finn came, but he was
definitely last.

We didn't hear the shower stop. Dad opened the bathroom door and laughed as
he saw three teenage boys covered in cum and nursing their spent soft
cocks. James went bright red, embarrassed at getting caught. I was mildly
embarrassed, but Finn giggled.

"You boys better get in that shower." Dad smiled, "It stinks of cum in
here."

Finn ran into the bathroom, and James avoided Dad's eyes as he slinked
in. I smiled at Dad, and he grabbed my arm to stop me, "I'm glad James is
getting used to us." Dad said.

He let me go of me, and I shut the bathroom door.

Finn was already in the shower, trying to get James to join him. He was
reluctant until I dragged him along with me. The three of us showered
together.

As we dried ourselves, I told James that Dad and Finn would go to breakfast
naked. I told him I also went naked the last time we were here. I said it
felt natural. I asked him if he wanted to try. He wasn't sure. I said that
if he did, then we would all be naked. If he didn't, I would wear clothes
to make him more comfortable.

James waited until the last moment to make his decision. I was so proud of
him when he said he would go naked. I hugged him and kissed him in front of
Finn and Dad.

He was naturally nervous as we walked downstairs to the breakfast room. I
held his hand, but he held back and hid behind me. It was a turnaround from
James encouraging me. It was now me encouraging James to do something
different.

Henry greeted us as we entered.

"Welcome back Owen." He smiled, "Is this beautiful boy another son?" Henry
asked, which caused James to Blush.

"No, this is my eldest's boyfriend, James. He'll be a constant visitor when
we move here. At least Max hopes he will be."

"Welcome to Cockaigne, James." Henry held out his hand for a welcoming
handshake. Then Henry looked back at Dad." I saw you had booked in
again. I'm sorry I wasn't here to check you in."

"No problem, your assistant Carlos booked us in. Although I think we
disturbed him. He came out of the back office with an erection, and it was
wet."

Henry laughed. "As long as it doesn't get in the way of his work."

"Certainly not. He was very helpful. Although this one didn't know where to
look." Dad gestured to James.

Henry seated us and said he would bring over a pot of tea. I sat next to
James, Finn opposite me, and beside Dad.

A youngish couple was at the breakfast buffet, so I suggested we wait. Next
to me, James was jiggling, nervous at looking at the naked couple. We
watched them kiss, and they put down their plates. They started to snog
each other and moved away and to the side. The man leaned his back against
the wall, and we looked at his hard cock. His partner went to her knees and
swallowed his cock.

James sat still, shocked at watching a couple have sex in front of us. The
woman released his cock, and they swapped places. We watched the man lick
her cunt.

I looked over at James and noticed he was hard. I reached over and grasped
his hard shaft. He jolted in surprise at my touch. I stroked him as he
watched the couple have sex against the wall. The man was pumping his cock
in and out of her. James' cock leaked precum, and I smeared it over his
cock. As he got closer, he spread his legs. I only had eyes for James and
looked at his face as I pleasured him. I didn't notice Dad and Finn
watching us. Finn was shocked that I'd be doing something like this in
public or in front of Dad. To be honest, I was shocked too. I didn't know
what came over me. Being in Cockaigne seemed to liberate me from my
self-imposed shackles of decency and modesty.

We heard the couple grunt. The man's arse tensed and caused his dimples to
deepen. He was cumming inside his partner.

James grunted, and his jaw slackened. A small amount of drool dripped from
the corner of his mouth. I felt his cock throb between my fingers, and he
came under the table. As his cock relaxed, I gently stroked again, teasing
more cum from his shaft.

I prised my hand from his sticky cock and grabbed a napkin from the table.

Henry came over with the pot of tea, "I'm glad we have another convert to
Cockaigne." He looked at James, who blushed a deep crimson. I gave him a
quick peck on his cheek.

"Mum and Dad would kill me if they knew." He blurted out.

"What happens in Cockaigne stays in Cockaigne," Henry winked and Finn and
me, "Right boys?"

Finn and I nodded. Henry smiled and walked away.

Dad and Finn got up to get some breakfast. At that moment, we saw a smear
of cum running down his leg. James gasped at having cum over my Dad's
leg. I took a leaf out of Finn's book and giggled.

James and I waited to get breakfast until his cock had gone limp. "I would
never have done that if Mum was here," I admitted. "But Dad has changed so
much," I said as I placed some cheese and salami on my plate. "He seems to
accept that we are doing things."

"What about a blow job?" James smiled.

"Not yet. I wouldn't want to push my luck in front of him." I told him.

"Do you know what we're doing today?" James asked.

"No idea.."

As we sat back at our table, I asked Dad what was planned for today. He
said that a house suddenly game on the market, and the estate agent had
arranged a viewing. I asked about checking out of the B&B. Henry overheard
me and said the room wasn't booked, so we could check out late if we
wished. He said we could have the room until four.

I asked Dad if James and I could spend the afternoon in the room and leave
him and Finn to look at the house. I said that I trusted Finn to know what
we would like.

Dad looked concerned, but I told him we only wanted to spend some time
alone. We wouldn't be allowed to see each other for a week. James looked
sad. He knew when he went home today, he would feel the pressure from his
parents and kept in his room, revising. Dad agreed, and James' face lit up.

It seemed that Dad had loosened up about our relationship, especially while
we were in Cockaigne, but it still wasn't anything goes. He didn't say
anything explicitly, but I knew what was expected.

After we ate a small continental breakfast, we left Dad and Finn to eat a
full Cockaigne breakfast. James and I took another shower. James needed one
after coming at breakfast.

I enjoyed washing him. It was something we hadn't done before. It felt
intimate but not sexual. James' cock inflated a little, but he never got
hard. We kissed but knew this wasn't a prelude to some sexual activity.

After we dried ourselves, we got back into bed. James spooned me and held
me tight. We lay still and silent for several minutes, listening to each
other breathing.

Dad and Finn came back from breakfast to get ready to go out.

"Don't they look cute, Dad," Finn said.

"Very." He looked at me, "Now, don't lie in bed all day. I want you to pack
us all up and be ready to leave when we get back."

"Yes, Dad," I said.

Dad and Finn put some trainers on but otherwise stayed naked. The weather
must have been mild for Dad to remain naked. I wasn't surprised Finn went
naked.

"Be good," Dad told me as they left.

Once we were alone, you would have thought that James and I would have got
up to all sorts. But neither of us instigated anything. It wasn't a moment
for touching each others' cocks, for sucking each other. We just lay
together, covered by bedclothes. Occasionally James would rub his hand up
and down my arm, and I would hold his hand close to my chest. It was a time
when we didn't need words; we were mentally connected and knew what each
other wanted and needed.

I'm not sure if we fell asleep at any time. If we did, it wasn't for long.

My only words before Dad and Finn returned were, "I love you, James."

"I love you, Max." He responded. 





Chapter 06. After the Exams

I got home at nine o'clock precisely. Finn was on the stairs, going up to
bed. He grinned at me, knowing I only just making it home in time.

"Is that you, Max?" I heard Dad shout from the living room.

"It's me, Dad," I said and poked my head in so he could see it really was
not some intruder that sounded like me. "I'm going to bed. See you in the
morning." I said to my parents.

They both said goodnight as I was on my way up the stairs.

Finn was waiting for me. "They were checking the clock every five seconds,
you know." He grinned.

"Sorry, I had to run here to make it on time."

We both took off our clothes and neatly folded them. Naked, we went to the
bathroom to clean our teeth. I was desperate to talk to Finn but had to
wait until we were safely back in our bedroom.

I finished brushing my teeth and waited for Finn to finish. He rinsed his
mouth and looked at me.

"Why are you grinning like a simpleton?" He asked.

"Let's get to bed," I said as I went back into our bedroom. I waited by the
light switch for Finn to settle. He kept looking at me, wondering what was
different about me. He lay on his side and snuggled, holding the duvet
under his chin. I always thought how cute he looked, so safe, like that
duvet was a shield protecting him from harm. I thought about what awaited
him as he grew up. A boyfriend, love, sex and heartbreak. If only I could
protect him from heartbreak, I would. But I knew that was the risk when you
opened yourself to love.

"What are you waiting for?" Finn asked as I hadn't turned off the light
yet. It didn't bother me that he could see me totally naked, that he could
see my soft cock and ever-growing pubes. We had no secrets, and I knew I
was about to tell him something I never dreamt I would.

I switched off the light. I was never going to sleep in my bed tonight. I
knew I wanted to sleep with Finn. I had to. I had to hold him while I told
him what had happened this evening.

Neither of us would complain when we slipped into one another beds. We knew
that we needed each other for comfort or intimacy when we did. Tonight I
needed to share something intimate with him, so I needed to feel his body
against mine, his skin against mine, and my cock against his arse. What I
had to say demanded intimacy. I couldn't imagine telling him while I lay a
few metres away.

"I hoped you'd be with me tonight," Finn whispered as I slipped under his
duvet and placed my naked body against his.

"I had to. I need to tell you something, Min," I whispered into his ear.

"Really? What?" Finn was curious.

I drew a deep breath and held Finn tight. "I made love to James tonight." I
sighed into his ear.

We lay silent, both of us knowing the significance of the event.



I was surprised that James was alone when I went to his house after
school. He messaged me to come round, saying it would be fine as this
afternoon was his last exam. He told me that his Granny had fallen and was
in the hospital. She was fine and just being kept in for observation. She
was his little brother's favourite Gran, so his parents took him to see
her. James told his parents he was too exhausted to go but told them to
tell his Granny that he was thinking about her and that he loved her.

Thankfully he wasn't too exhausted as when he opened the door, his face was
pressed against mine, and his tongue was in my mouth. It was like we hadn't
seen each other for months, not the couple of days it was.

James dragged me up to his bedroom.

"We have at least two hours." He gasped. "You know I want to do it. I hope
you are ready, but I want you to make love to me. I have Vaseline and
condoms if you want."

I was shocked. I had been thinking about it for some time now. And now all
doubts vanished, and I wanted to do it. I wanted to do this for James. I
wanted to do this to make him feel good. I was no longer afraid. But James
needed to know some things. I channelled my inner Finn and decided to tease
him.

"I'm sorry, James. But Vaseline and condoms don't mix. It's oil-based and
will make the condom disintegrate."

James lowered his head, upset. "Fuck!"

"But we are both virgins." I paused, "So we don't need condoms." I smiled.

I saw James' eyes widen. "You seriously want to do it."

I couldn't tease him anymore, so I said "Yes" as sincerely as possible. And
I truly meant it.

We started pretty perfunctory and took our clothes off. We stood facing
each other, naked and hard. Neither of us knew what to say or, more
importantly, what to do.

"All I know is that I want us to be facing each other." James broke the
silence.

I was surprised James didn't have a plan. He'd wanted this for so long that
I thought he'd have it all planned out. But it was down to me. I told him
to lie down on his bed, on his back. I lay on top of him and kissed
him. Our bodies were together, and I could feel his hard cock against my
belly. We kissed, and my tongue penetrated his mouth. His cock throbbed. I
kissed down his body. All the way to his cock. I engulfed his cock and
sucked hard. He tasted so sweet. His cock spewed precum into my mouth, and
I swallowed. I wasn't sure if I should make him cum or not. But before I
could stop, James decided for me. His cock throbbed, and my mouth was
filled with his cum. James relaxed, and I thrust my hand underneath him. My
finger extended. It touched his hole and easily went inside. I pulled out
and extended a second finger. I felt some resistance, but he took them
without wincing.

I pulled both fingers out. His face looked so disappointed. I kissed him
and grabbed the tub of Vaseline. I scooped up a large glob on my fingers. I
pushed them inside James's hole. I felt no resistance using the Vaseline,
but I suddenly felt his hole tense up as I went deeper. James gasped as I
touched something inside him.

"I want you, Max." James gasped.

I knew the mechanics but didn't know the practice. I scooped up another
massive glob of Vaseline and smeared it over my hard cock. It looked weird,
the white substance congealing in lumps.

I told James to lift his legs. I held them and pushed them higher. His hips
pivoted, and I saw his hole exposed. It looked moist, smeared with Vaseline
from my fingers. I guided my hard cock to the dimple at the centre of his
anus.

I heard James gasp as my cock touched his hole. I had my eyes closed.

I pushed but felt resistance. I opened my eyes and looked at James. He
seemed sorry that he hadn't let my cock penetrate him.

Our eyes were locked, and I felt him relax. I pushed again, and my cock
slipped inside. Surprised at his hole yielding to my cock as I thrust deep
inside him.

I was concerned and looked at James. Tears rolled down his cheek.

"I've hurt you. I'll pull out." I said and started to pull my cock out of
him.

"Don't!" James yelled at me, and I stopped, my cock half inside him. "Go
back in!" James insisted.

I pushed back inside him, and his face melted in pleasure. I held still
until James could speak to me.

"Max!" He sighed. "It feels fucking fantastic. I'm so glad it's you. I
couldn't imagine anyone else but you making me feel so good. I love you,
Max. I love you so much. I wish we could be together, always. I wish this
moment would last forever. Make love to me, Max."

James' hole twitched and throbbed against my cock. We were now one.

James kept his eyes locked on mine. I kept my eyes locked on his. I thrust
in and out of his arse, his cock twitching every time I thrust into
him. James gasped occasionally. I gasped when my cock throbbed inside
him. His arse gripped my cock. I was fucking James, and James was milking
my cock. It was my first time. I wished it would last forever. I wished we
were in a place where we didn't have to worry about parents or brothers.

I came. I came inside James. For a moment, I lowered my gaze and saw James
cumming between us. He gasped. I held my cock deep within him. I collapsed
on him, our bodies connected, my cock still inside him.

My cock slowly deflated and slipped from his arse. I wanted to stay inside
him, but my cock softened too much. James' legs slipped from my shoulders
and rested on the bed. I looked at him. I saw tears. I felt a pang of
regret. I hoped I hadn't hurt him.

James found the use of his arms and wrapped them around me. He held me
close and flipped me onto my back. Tears fell from his face onto mine.

"I love you so much, Max." I wrapped my arms around him and held him
close. I tasted his tears as they dripped onto my lips.

James seemed to lose all sense and use of his muscles. He collapsed onto me
with a deep sigh. "I love you, Max." He rolled onto his back.

We lay naked next to each other. Our cocks were soft, mine covered in
Vaseline, James' covered in cum. James glanced at the discarded tub of
Vaseline. I'd used almost all the tub. James chuckled. "I hoped that might
last a few times."

"Sorry. I didn't know how much to use."

"Neither did I." James laughed.

"I'm still not ready yet," I told him.

"I know. I will never force you. But I'm glad we made love. I don't care if
I never get to make love to you. I don't care if you never want me inside
you. I don't care if you never want to do it again. I just want to be with
you, no matter what."

"I love you, James."

"I love you, Max."

We lay together for seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, decades, aeons. I
wished I didn't have to leave. But I had to get back before my curfew.



Finn was quiet as I told him how I had lost my virginity. I squeezed him to
let him know I'd finished telling him the details.

"I knew James was the one," Finn said.

"It was so intense, Min. I'd never felt anything like it before. James made
me feel so safe. I never wanted to leave."

"Did you just do it the once?" Finn asked.

"Yes, we were both too exhausted, physically and emotionally."

"Will you do it again?"

"We want to, but we don't know when we'll get the chance."

"Well, if I can do anything to help, I don't mind."

"Thanks, Min. But can you not let on to James that I told you." I said
softly. "It was a moment between us, and we want to savour it for a while.

"I promise, Max. I won't tell a soul that I know."

I knew he wouldn't. I knew I could trust him not to share the most intimate
moment between James and me. I squeezed him, hugging him tight for a
moment.

"I love you, Min," I told him.

"I love you too, Max." 





Chapter 07. Edging Closer

Although James had finished his exams and no longer had to go to school, I
still had another four weeks before we broke up for the long summer
break. James was bored and kept messaging me. I wished I could spend more
time with him, but I still had schoolwork and homework. I know James
promised to help with my homework if I went around to see him, but I knew I
wouldn't get any work done. Mum and Dad knew as well and made sure I had
done all my homework before I was allowed to see him.

Finn never said a word about me losing my virginity, not even to me. He
only ever said anything when I mentioned it first.

Mum and Dad had been spending more time in Cockaigne, and today, when Dad
got home, we were called downstairs so they could speak to us. Finn and I
looked at each other, wondering what was happening.

I saw Mum sitting in her usual chair, her legs closed, her hands clasped
together in her lap with a smile on her face. Dad was standing and told
Finn and me to sit down.

Dad sat in his usual chair, "We need to talk to you both."

My stomach lurched into my throat. I always thought the worst.

"Your Mum and I have found a nice house in Cockaigne and made an offer."

Finn jumped up and squealed, "When do we move?"

"Hold on, Finn." Mum calmed him down. "We promised that you two could have
a say, so we want to show you the house, and if you don't like it, we'll
keep looking."

"But you've put in an offer," I said flatly. It sounded like they had
already made up their minds.

"I know," Dad said, "That's just to secure it. We can pull out without any
problem."

Dad pulled out his laptop and sat between Finn and me on the sofa. He
showed us pictures of the house. It looked nice.

Mum provided the commentary, "It's a three-bedroomed house, so you can have
your own rooms if you want."

"We don't want our own room." Finn protested.

I agreed, "I don't think we're ready for that yet, Mum."

"That's fine. But the option is there if or when you're ready. It would
mean that we have a spare bedroom for guests."

We looked back at the screen and saw the kitchen, bathroom, and downstairs
toilet. It was much bigger than the small terraced house we currently lived
in.

"It looks so much bigger." I said, "Are you sure you can afford it?"

Dad squeezed my thigh, "Don't worry about that. It's fine. We're not
overstretching ourselves."

Both Finn and I said the house looked nice. Mum said it was further away
from the school than they had hoped, but it was still within walking
distance.

Finn was excited and asked when we were moving. But it could still be a few
months away yet.

Finn was still excited when we went to bed, in separate beds, for a
change. He wouldn't stop fidgeting. I suspected that was why he didn't get
in bed with me. He didn't want to disturb my sleep.

"I can't wait to move. The house looks brilliant. Everything looks so much
bigger. Our room looks bigger than this one, we could have our own desks
instead of sharing. We even have a downstairs toilet. I'm so excited."

I laughed, "You couldn't tell, Min."

"Stop it, Max. Don't tease me. But you don't seem excited. What's wrong."
Finn calmed down and became serious.

"I am glad." I sighed, "I suppose it's just dawned on me that I am closer
to moving away from James."

"I know, but this is going to be an amazing adventure. Mum said they're
taking us to look at the house this weekend. Why don't you ask if James can
come too."

"Do you think they'd let him?"

"All you have to do is ask, Max. They might say yes. If they don't, then at
least you asked."

"I suppose." I considered his suggestion. "I'll ask in the morning. Are
they planning on staying overnight?"

"I don't know," Finn said, "But if they do and we have that family room
again, the double bed is big enough for the three of us. So tell them that
we don't mind sharing."

"Thanks, Min."

"Tell Mum I'll go in the middle to keep you two from each other." Finn
giggled.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I laughed.

"I would. James is a little bigger than you, so he will keep me warmer."

"Be careful, Min. If you upset me, I'll never let you in my bed again."

"You wouldn't dare," Finn knew it was an empty threat, "You'd miss your
Min-shaped hot water bottle."

"I know." I laughed. "You have me wrapped around your little finger, and
you know it." I laughed.

"Well, I'm the baby of the family. That's my job. You could never deny me
what I wanted, even when we were younger."

"Min?" I said.

"Yes, Max."

"Will you come over here and get in with me?"

"No." Finn stifled a giggle, "You come over here."

"I'm not moving." I tried to sound adamant.

"If you want my body, you'll have to come and get it."

I burst out laughing louder than I thought. Mum and Dad would have heard,
but they didn't shout upstairs, telling us to settle down.

In all seriousness, Finn asked what I was laughing about. He said he had a
good body and got out of bed to show me. I didn't need to look. I'd seen
Finn naked so many times, but this time, when I looked, I noticed that his
bush was more extensive, and his pubes were growing. I also noticed his
cock looked a little longer. The long overhang of his foreskin looked
shorter. His cock didn't look like it was engorged. It looked soft.

"Max. I'm not a piece of meat." I think I was looking too long. "Stop
staring at my cock."

When I looked away, I noticed Finn grinning at me.

"Now you're out of bed. Get in with me." I lifted my duvet and shuffled
over, making room for him.

Finn slipped in, and we snuggled together. He felt cold after being out of
bed for so long.

"I wonder if we can persuade Mum and Dad to get us a double bed when we
move." Finn thought out loud.

"That would mean us sleeping in the same bed every night, Min. I'm not sure
I could cope with that."

"Well, if they put another bed in the spare room, you can go there when we
don't want to."

"That would mean it would effectively be your room. Why should you get the
bigger room? How about you sleep in the spare room when I kick you out of
bed?"

"Because you love me and would do anything for me." I'm sure Finn was
grinning.

"They've only just bought us new beds. I don't want them to waste more
money buying a new bed, Min."

"You will always be sensible, Max. But have you thought about the
benefits?" Finn asked, "With a double bed, you and James would find it
easier when you mess around."

"Min!" I tapped his upper arm. "It's not all about James and me."

"I know," Finn laughed, "I'm also thinking about when I get a boyfriend."

I couldn't help laughing, too, "If you get a boyfriend, do you really think
Mum and Dad would let you alone with him in our room, especially if we have
a double bed."

"We'll be living in Cockaigne, so there'll be nothing wrong with it."

"It may be okay in Cockaigne, Min. But it may not be okay for Mum and
Dad. We just don't know how more relaxed they'll become."

"Well, Dad allowed you wank off James in front of a room full of
strangers."

"I know. James was shocked we did that. And that Dad didn't object."

"I think James will fit in well in Cockaigne," Finn said. "He also looks
very good naked."

"Are you perving on my boyfriend?" I laughed.

"I'm just admiring someone with a good body. He does look very sexy, and he
has a nice cock."

"I'm not with him for his body, Min." I told him, "I love him."

"I know, Max. But the fact he has a banging body helps." He giggled.

I squeezed Finn and whispered into his ear, "Yes, it does help that he has
a banging body." I felt my cock thicken and press against Finn's arse. As
my cock expanded, I could feel my foreskin retract, and my sensitive knob
rubbed between his arse. I couldn't help but groan.

"What are you thinking about doing to him?" Finn whispered.

"I'm thinking of making love to him again." I sighed. "You can't know how
great it felt. James wants to do it again, but...."

"Don't you want to fuck him again?" Finn butted in.

"Yes... No... No, Min. I don't want to fuck him. I want to make love to him
again."

"What's the difference?" Finn asked.

"Well, I've never fucked anybody, but I suppose fucking just gets you
off. It's purely physical. Making love... Well, there's an emotional
connection."

"But you're doing the same thing."

"Yes, but it's different."

"So when are you going to do it again?"

"I don't know. We both want to, but we don't think our parents would
approve. He's only just turned sixteen, and I'm still underage. The first
time was a surprise for both of us, but later, when he was alone, he got to
thinking about me and how I was still fifteen."

"But it doesn't matter, Max."

"It does, Min. Strictly speaking, James is breaking the law."

"But you're only about six months apart in age," Finn argued.

"I suppose nothing would actually happen, but he's got it in his head that
it's illegal."

"What about you, Max?" Finn asked, "How do you feel?"

"I'm more worried about what Mum and Dad would say if they found out. Well,
Mum really. I think Dad would be okay, he might be disappointed that I've
not waited, but I think Mum would be very disappointed. I'm not sure she's
loosened up enough like Dad has."

"Do you think you'll do it again before you turn sixteen? It'll mean
waiting until we go back to school after the summer holidays."

"I would like to, Min. I've told James that I'm not bothered about the age
thing. So I'm just giving James some time. I think he realises nothing
would happen. It's not like I'm being groomed by a dirty old man."

"What about the other stuff you've done. Wouldn't that have been illegal
too?" Finn asked.

"Well, we were both underage then, so I don't know. But now he's sixteen,
he started to worry. I wonder if his parents have said something. He was
always ready to go further and never pressured me, but I knew he always
wanted to do more. Finally, we did, and now he doesn't want to do it
again."

"Perhaps it hurt him?" Finn said.

"No, I didn't. I looked at his face all the time. If he was in pain, I
would have known. We've not actually had any opportunity to do it again
yet. So I don't know why he's worrying."

"If I can help, Max." Finn held my hand. "You know I will do it."

"I know, Min."

"And I'll be discreet." Finn squeezed my hand, "So that James doesn't know
what I think you might be getting up."

"You are the best, Min. You may mess around, be silly and tease me, but you
always know when I need you. When you need to be sensible." I kissed Finn's
shoulder. "I love you, Min."

"I love you, Max." 





Chapter 08. Packing

Mum woke us up early as she wanted us to make a start on sorting, clearing
and packing our stuff. After breakfast, we were sent back to our room to
sort things and put them in two piles. What we wanted to keep and what we
wanted to get rid of.

Finn and I spent the next hour in our room, and I had the dubious pleasure
of continually watching him sort through his stuff while he was naked. Finn
had lots of books, so he sorted the ones that were now too young for
him. The worst part was when Finn bent over. He spread his legs, and his
arse was exposed. I saw his tight hole exposed and his cock and balls
dangling between his legs. It was not a pretty sight, and I had to look
away.

"Max! Look what I've found." I could see a small, plain red book in his
hand. He held it so I could see it.

"Oh my god. I can't believe we still have it. I used to love that book when
I was a kid. I must have read it a million times."

"And then Dad gave it to me when you were too old for it. And you used to
sit down with me and read it with me. I can't believe I forgot. Come on,
Max, let's do it again."

Finn came over to me. I was sitting on the floor, my back leaning against
my bed.

"Come on, Max. Spread your legs so I can get between them."

I smiled. If James had said that to me, I knew we'd be in for some fun.

Finn sat between my legs and leaned against me. He held the book in front
of him. He read the title, "The Story of Ferdinand."

"You know, Min. This book used to be Dad's. And I think it was Grandad's
too." The book showed its age. I wondered how long it would last as the
hardcover was loose, hanging by the fabric binding. Finn treated the book
carefully, ensuring he didn't do any further damage. I looked over his
shoulder, our heads gently touching.

Finn opened the book and turned to the first page showing the copyright
information. Then we got to the first picture of a bull in a pasture and
some simple words underneath. "Let's do it like we used to," Finn said. "1,
2, 3."

In unison, we read the first lines, "There was a little bull, and his name
was Ferdinand."

It was a short book meant for early readers, and we finished it in about
five minutes.

We both sighed as Finn closed the book. I wrapped my arms around Finn and
hugged him. "I'd totally forgotten we used to do this. We must have looked
so cute."

"I bet we still do," Finn smiled.

"We have to keep it," I told him.

"Totally." Finn agreed. "Whoever has a kid first can pass it down to them."

"You're thirteen years old, Min. And you're thinking about having kids." I
chuckled.

"Well, don't you? I'm not exactly thinking of having kids soon, but
someday, it would be nice. Don't you think?"

"I suppose it would be nice one day," I told Finn.

Neither of us heard the knock at the door or Mum talking to someone. It was
a pleasant surprise to see James standing by our bedroom door.

"That looks so cute." James took out his phone and took a picture, "Don't
worry, Finn, you can't see anything."

Finn jumped up and asked to take a look. "Please send it to me. I love it."
He took the phone from James' hands and held it to me. We did look cute,
and I pictured us when we were five and six in a similar photo. I knew one
existed. I would have to scour through the pile of photographs Mum kept to
try and find it.

"Getting ready for the big move?" James said.

I stood up and kissed him.

"Ergh!" Finn pretended to wretch. "Get a room." He grinned.

I grinned back, "We've got one. Get out!" I laughed.

James stayed to help us clear our room. To be honest, he was more of a
hindrance as virtually everything came with a story of how we got it or a
memory it triggered. But we got the books and board games sorted. Finn went
on to go through his clothes.

I'd noticed he had grown a little in recent months, and he made a pile of
clothes he was too small for. It was a large pile, and I suspected he just
wanted some new clothes, surprising for someone who preferred to be
naked. Mum poked her head into our room and saw the pile. She then went
through it and sorted some clothes she thought he could still fit in. She
made him put them on and reluctantly agreed they were too small.

I noticed his pyjamas, "They aren't small. Why are you getting rid of
them?" I asked.

"Because I don't intend to wear pyjamas ever again." Finn grinned.

"What about if you have friends over, Rick, for instance, or you stay with
him. Or go away with school on some overnight trip."

"I still intend to sleep naked."

James and I looked at each other, "He really is hardcore, isn't he, Max?"
James smiled.

"Just look at the little brat. I hardly ever see him in clothes anymore."

"And you love it," Finn said and wiggled his hips, flapping his cock at us.

James and I tutted and carried on sorting my stuff. I had gotten around to
sorting my wardrobe and chucked the clothes onto the floor I didn't want to
keep. James noticed a plain maroon t-shirt on the pile and picked it up.

"Why are you getting rid of this?" He asked.

"It's old and got a few holes in," I told him.

"Can I have it?" James asked and sniffed the garment. It was clean and
would have smelt of the washing powder Mum bought.

"Why? It's old and holey."

"It was the t-shirt you wore when we first kissed."

I went and kissed him again. I then smelt the T-shirt. "It smells of
washing powder."

"I know," James said, "all your clothes do. The smell reminds me of you."
We kissed again.

We heard Finn laughing. "I know what to get James for a present. A big box
of Persil, and he'll never miss you again." He said to me.

James neatly folded the maroon t-shirt and held it close to his chest,
"You're just jealous."

"I know." Finn smiled at us.

Dad came up for the boxes of stuff we didn't want. Mum needed to split the
things between what was going to the Charity Shop and what was only good
for the bin. Dad commented how little had been done since James had
arrived. He was right. Dad suggested we take a break so James and I could
spend time together. Dad asked Finn to help him with the stuff, and he
complained that he'd have to put some clothes on. But after a glance from
me, he agreed, and James and I were alone.

We knew Mum was downstairs, but Dad and Finn had gone. James and I sat on
my bed, and we kissed. We kissed hard, falling to the side so we lay down,
our lips still connected. I felt James' crotch through his jeans. He felt
mine. We were both hard.

I gasped for air as we broke apart. I didn't want to go any further, not
with Mum downstairs. We lay on my bed, holding each other.

"This feels nice." James sighed, "I've missed you."

"We only saw each other a few days ago." I smiled.

"I know. But I feel like something is missing when I'm not with you." He
kissed my nose.

"You seem a lot more relaxed. Are you okay with what we did? Because you
know nothing will happen to you."

"I know, Max. I was just being silly. My Dad had seen us getting closer,
and he scared the shit out of me."

"How?" I asked.

"He gave me a talk about underage sex. Mum said she'd lost a tub of
Vaseline, and Dad assumed I'd been using it for... well, you know. I lied
and said we weren't ready for that yet. It was horrible, Max. I don't want
to have to lie about us. What we did was beautiful." James held me tight.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked. I did, and I couldn't believe I was
suggesting it.

"Yes, but I don't know when we'll be alone to try."

"We just need to be patient. In the meantime, I'll buy the Vaseline so none
of your Mum's goes missing again."

"Thanks, Max." He kissed my forehead. "I hope it's soon."

"So do I." I sighed.



Finn burst into the room, and I was jolted awake. I didn't realise that
James and I had fallen asleep. James groaned as he woke. We both looked at
Finn, who was busy taking his clothes off.

"That's better." Now that he was naked, Finn said, "Now, what were you two
doing?" Finn grinned at us.

"We must have fallen asleep." I croaked.

"Yes, but what were you doing before you fell asleep?" Finn kept grinning
at us.

"We were just cuddling," James said innocently.

"Is that a new word for it?" Finn laughed.

"I'll show you what we were doing." James started to cuddle me.

"You two have the most boring sex life of any couple I know." Finn laughed,
"You kiss and cuddle. I swear I've done more with Max myself."

"But James and I have different cuddles." I smiled.

James got to his feet. "I should go. I said I wouldn't be long, and I'm
sure they'll be wondering where I am. I'll just say I've been helping you
pack."

"And that'll be the truth." I kissed him.

"I can see what both of you are packing." Finn pointed to our crotched and
started to giggle.

"And we can see what you're packing." James looked at Finn's naked crotch.

"And it keeps getting bigger." Finn wiggled his cock in front of us.

James turned to me, ignoring Finn teasing us with his cock. He held me and
hugged me. "Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"I'll be round after school." I sighed as I spoke, "I wish we could spend a
whole day together again."

Finn interrupted, "Why don't you spend next Saturday together. Mum and Dad
are taking us to see Granny and Gramps. You could stay home."

"But they'll insist I come," I argued.

"You are too honest, Max." Finn looked like he had a scheme in mind. "Start
by telling Mum and Dad how disappointed you won't be seeing James as his
parents are taking him somewhere." Finn looked at James, "Where would they
take you."

James considered a moment, "How about a College induction day. They'll know
I'm going to college next year, so just say I'm looking around. They won't
know it isn't the induction day."

"Good idea," Finn beamed, "Then you, Max," He looked at me, "Make something
up about why you can't go and see Granny and Gramps."

"Like what?" I couldn't think of anything.

"Bloody hell, Max. Do I have to think of everything?" Finn raised his head
and rolled his eyes in despair. "Fake an illness, stomach ache, the
shits. Or tell them you must research an important essay that is part of
your coursework. Say how disappointed you are and tell them to send your
love to Granny and Gramps."

"Thanks, Finn," I said.

"I swear, without me, you guys would never touch each other's cocks."

I was glad that Finn didn't let on that he knew James and I had had sex. I
don't think James would be happy that he knew. Next Saturday, James and I
would be alone for most of the day. It would be all thanks to
Finn. 





Chapter 09. Alone Again

It always felt good to wake up with Finn in my arms. I didn't know if Finn
was awake yet, so I enjoyed lying with him, feeling the heat from his body,
hearing his light breaths and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. My
cock was hard, naturally, but he never seemed to mind it poking him.

I took in a deep breath. He smelt like Finn. A mixture of stale sweat and
fading deodorant. I kissed his shoulder. He really was the best brother I
could ask for. It was him that had orchestrated today. I was to be left
home alone to write an important essay for school. I didn't, but it meant
that James could come around and spend one last day together before we
moved to Cockaigne.

I snuggled against Finn and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt him
move, stroking my hair with his chin. He shifted, and he touched my
hand. He wiggled backwards, making sure our bodies were connected along
their length.

We didn't speak. We lay still for some time. I could hear Mum and Dad. They
weren't quiet. I suspect they wanted to wake us up and get us out of bed
early. Mum was always eager to leave early when they visited Granny and
Gramps. It was barely nine o'clock when she opened our bedroom door. She
looked over at us. She was no longer surprised that we shared a bed, she
was just never certain who's bed we would be in.

"You're both awake. Get up and showered, Finn. I want to be leaving soon."
She looked at me, "Max, I don't want you in bed all day if you have that
important essay to finish."

She left us again. Finn groaned and slipped out of bed. I saw that his cock
was hard, like mine. He didn't care. It was natural for teenage boys to
wake up with erections. He went directly to the bathroom, and I heard the
shower. I turned onto my back and felt the pressure on my hard cock from
his duvet. I adjusted myself and waited for it to soften.

I showered after Finn, I wanted to be clean for James, plus it had the
benefit of waking me up. Finn reluctantly dressed, and they were finally
ready to leave. after breakfast

Finn kissed me on the lips and then hugged me. "I'll text you when we're
leaving." He whispered in my ear.

Dad laughed at Finn, "What's got into you, Finn. You'll see him later
today. We're not leaving for good."

They left me alone.

I texted James to say they had gone, and I sat in the living room waiting
for him. I felt anxious. My leg was jiggling, restless. I kept jumping up
to look out the window, hoping to see James walking down the street.

I don't know how often I looked, but it seemed like hundreds. Eventually, I
saw him. I dashed to open the front door and had more waiting to do. I saw
the smile on his face as he turned up my driveway. We hugged on the
doorstep. I pulled him inside and went up to my bedroom.

"What do we do?" James asked, uncertain for once.

"Lie down with me." I lay on my bed and left a place for him so I could
spoon him. We were still fully dressed, but it didn't feel any less
intimate.

I kissed James' neck when he snuggled against me. "I love you," I told him.

"I love you too," James responded.

"I must love you after what I went through. I thought it would be so
embarrassing."

"What?" James asked.

"Well, I found out that Vaseline is not the best thing for us to use. It's
greasy, and it was hell to clean off afterwards. So I went to Boots the
Chemist. I went to get some proper lubricant. I was as nervous as hell as I
picked it up. I geared myself up to go to the counter, and then I noticed
the self-service tills. I joined the queue and hoped one would open up
before the lady serving at the counter called the next customer over. I was
so relieved when I could use the self-service machine."

"What did you get?" James asked.

"I heard that we should be using something called KY Jelly, so I looked for
it and found Boots' own version. It was cheaper. So I got that."

"Cheapskate!" James laughed, "So I'm not worth the best?"

"Just be grateful I didn't mix it up with the Bonjella. That stuff would
sting." I chuckled.

James lowered his chin and kissed my hand. "When do you want to try it
out?" James asked.

"In a bit. There's no rush, we have all day, and I want to enjoy the whole
day with you." I started to nibble his earlobe, which caused him to wriggle
and giggle. "Are you sure you still want to?"

"Definitely. I felt so good when you were inside me, Max. Are you sure,
Max?"

I laughed and jumped on him. He twisted and lay on his back. I straddled
him. "I think we're both sure, James."

Then the mood changed. I just wanted to kiss him all over when I saw his
face. He looked so vulnerable underneath me. I started to unbutton his
shirt to reveal his pert nipples. I leaned down and sucked one into my
mouth. Beneath me, James writhed and thrust his hips upwards, grinding
against me. James leant forward, and I pulled his shirt off. As I shuffled
down his legs, my fingers gripped his nipples and gently twisted. James
gasped and thrust his hips upwards again, but I looked at the bulge in his
jeans this time. I cupped his bulge and then unbuttoned his jeans. I held
the zip and pulled it down. As the zip lowered, the swelling in James'
black boxer briefs pushed out, eager for release. His bulge felt so much
better without his thick jeans muffling my touch. His silky soft bulge felt
so good in my hand. He was hard, but it felt soft. I got off James and
pulled his jeans off by holding the hem. He wriggled and helped me. His
boxer briefs came off next, and I stood looking at my naked boyfriend. His
hard cock pointed to the ceiling, his foreskin was retracted, and his knob
was moist.

"Aren't you going to get naked?" James gasped.

"No," I teased, "I'm enjoying looking at you. You are just so damn sexy."
As I told James, his cock twitched, and more precum seeped from his slit.

James blushed. His entire body seemed to glow a shade of red.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and felt the cool air on my chest. My
nipples were hard and ached to be touched, tweaked or nibbled.

I pulled down my sweatpants and briefs in one. I was now as naked as James.

"So beautiful," James whispered.

I lay next to him on the bed, and we kissed. Our hard cocks rubbed against
each other, we both wanted to cum, but we held back.

"I'm ready," James managed to say between intense bouts of kissing. I saw
my saliva over his mouth and chin.

"Like before?" I asked.

"Yes. I want to see you and feel you at the same time."

I got off the bed and retrieved the lubricant from my school bag.

"Use your fingers first," James said as he watched me smear the cold gel
onto my cock. "You need to get me ready first. Stretch me."

It was better than the first time.

I came inside James shortly after his cock erupted and cemented our bellies
together. I collapsed on top of him, and I lay on top of him for several
minutes.

The silence was beautiful.

I rolled off James, and we cuddled together. My head rested on his chest,
and I felt his cold cum against my cheek. I didn't mind.

It was then I made up my mind.

"James?" I whispered.

I felt his arms hold me tighter. "Yes, Max."

"I want to try."

James thought a moment, "Are you sure? You don't have to. I don't expect
it."

"I know, James. But I want to try. I know I don't have to, but I've been
thinking about it. I am ready, James."

He kissed the top of my head. "Okay, Max." He whispered, "But not
yet. Let's rest first. I need to recover."

"Okay."

My decision didn't waver as we lay together for an hour. James ensured I
still wanted to do it, and I told him I was one hundred per cent definite.

James had me kneeling on all fours on my bed. I felt exposed with my arse
up and my cock and balls dangling. He cupped my balls, and I felt him lick
my exposed hole. I gasped as his tongue touched it. His tongue probed
me. His saliva made the tip of his tongue prise me open. He then switched
to using his fingers, one at first, then two. My cock was rock solid, and
James wanked me as his fingers penetrated me.

I felt no pain or discomfort as his fingers slid inside me. James said he
managed to slide three fingers into me. That made me feel stretched, but no
pain.

It was time.

I lay on my back and lifted my legs. James spread lube over his hard cock
and into my anus. He put my legs onto his shoulders and shuffled
forward. My legs went higher, and my arse pivoted, exposing my hole to him,
waiting to feel his cock.

I felt the tip of his cock touch my hole. He pushed, but I wouldn't let him
in.

"Relax, Max. Take a deep breath."

I tried, but it didn't work.

"We don't have to," James said.

"I know. But I want to."

"Okay, Max. Relax. I'm going to push harder."

He did, and I screamed as his thick cock broke through my unyielding hole.

"Max!" James was concerned. "I'll take it out."

"No!" I shouted. He was in. I wanted him to stay in, but it hurt like
hell. James didn't seem to feel the same pain when I penetrated
him. Perhaps I wasn't ready. Maybe I had forced myself to do it because I
didn't know when we would be alone again. Then something inside me made my
body relax, and my hole seemed to try and suck more of James inside me. "Oh
God, James. This feels incredible."

"Do you want me to push again? I'll go slow."

"Yes," I sighed as my body melted. All of my muscles went floppy as James
slid his cock inside me. The pleasure increased as more of his cock was
buried. My arse felt full, but it was a pleasurable fullness.

James leant forward and kissed me. Our tongues played with each other as
James began to make love to me. My mind left my body. It was like I was
drugged. Whatever James was doing to me had released something into my
blood to make me euphoric. I came without either of us touching my
cock. James continued to make love to me as my body squeezed his invading
cock. I stayed hard and soon came again. James grunted and planted his seed
inside me. He kept his cock inside as we returned to the real world. My
legs fell from James' shoulders, and he rolled off me.

My arse felt empty. I sighed as I wished James could stay inside me.

It was the most beautiful day of my life so far.



It was difficult saying goodbye to James. My arse felt slightly sore but I
hoped I didn't let on when Mum and Dad came home. As promised Finn had
messaged me to say they were leaving.

After a quiet evening, I was told how Granny and Gramps were and how they
missed me and hoped to see me soon. I promised I would go with them next
time.

Finn and I went to bed. After brushing our teeth, I slipped into his bed.

As I held him, my cock thickened.

"Min," I said softly, "I did it," I told him everything. 




Chapter 10. Leaving

The day had finally arrived. Today we were moving to Cockaigne. Last night,
Finn wanted to spend one final night in my bed. He was so excited that he
struggled to get to sleep. I kept hold of him to stop him from tossing and
turning, and eventually, we drifted off to sleep.

We were both woken abruptly by Dad bursting into our room. He grabbed my
duvet and threw it off my bed. Like ordinary teenage boys, Finn and I had
erections. I rolled onto my back, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, exposing
myself to Dad. He didn't say anything about it, but he did take a look.

"Come on, Boys. Get up. Today's the day, so we have no time to waste."

Our bedroom was bare. Everything had been packed away, waiting for the
removal men to load them onto the lorry. We had showered last night and
just had to put on our clothes. I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and
Finn stayed naked. I suspected he wouldn't get dressed until the last
moment before we left.

Mum was downstairs doing the last bit of packing, mainly in the
kitchen. She had made coffee for her and Dad and a glass of orange juice
for Finn and me. She put some prepacked pain-au-chocolate on small plates
for us to eat. Everything else was in boxes.

Mum put whatever was left in our fridge into a coolbox as we ate breakfast.

The removal men weren't late, but we were ready early, and Mum was
eager. It was still early, and we were literally waiting, twiddling our
thumbs. Mum kept checking her watch and looking out the window.

Finally, the lorry arrived. Mum rushed out to greet them. A middle-aged man
with a pot belly spoke to her, and a younger man who looked barely out of
his teens stood by, waiting.

She seemed to be questioning why the company had only sent two men. But
they assured her it was enough.

Mum came back into the house, and they followed. They wasted no time in
loading the van. Dad and I did what we could, carrying boxes and small bits
of furniture out.

Finn was excited and proved little help. He stayed naked.

"Finn!" Mum shouted, "Will you put some clothes on! You're distracting the
removal men."

"We don't mind, Ma'am." The young removal man said. His older colleague
tutted.

The older man chastised his young colleague as they carried a large
sideboard to the van. "Stop ogling that boy. He's barely into
puberty. Can't you see those pubes are new, even in Cockaigne, a lad your
age couldn't do anything with him."

"I know, Bert. I just like his enthusiasm. He's so excited about moving to
Cockaigne. He reminds me of me five years ago."

"He must only be about thirteen," Bert said.

"He's going to love it." The young man said.

As I placed a light side table on the driveway in front of the lorry, I saw
James. I ran over to him and hugged him tight. We kissed.

"I'm glad you're here."

"Bloody hell, Owen. Now we'll get no help from Max." Mum tutted as she saw
us kissing at the foot of our driveway.

"James can help, Mum," I called back.

James looked at me, "You seriously think I'm going to lift a single finger
to help you move away from me? I'm going to keep you here for as long as I
can," James smiled. I knew he was happy for me.

"I wish you could come with us, but Mum says we'll be in a mess when we
move in, and you'll get in the way."

"I could hide away in the lorry, and you could sneak me into your bed."

"I wish." I sighed, "But I promise you can come over soon." I kissed him
again.

I took James inside, but there was nowhere to sit. All the chairs had been
loaded onto the lorry, so we went into the kitchen and sat on the kitchen
top.

Mum tutted when she saw us. She was getting stressed. Dad was doing an
excellent job of keeping out of her way, and Finn was parading around
naked. He kept getting in the way.

"Go into the kitchen and stay with your brother." She shouted at Finn. "And
put some clothes on."

Finn looked moody when he came into the kitchen. "She's taking all the fun
out of moving." He huffed.

"There are things to do, Finn. We have a deadline when we have to be out of
here and a deadline at the other end when we need to pick up the keys. We
can't hand over the keys to the new owners until I get a call from the
solicitor. So moving is not fun, Finn." Mum yelled at him.

I smiled and whispered, "It's not fun, Finn."

He giggled and pulled himself up onto the kitchen top next to me.

Mum saw him as she dashed by, "Finn!" She shouted. "I prepare food on that
top." She shrugged, "I give in. I bloody give in."

I looked over at Finn. He looked upset. I wrapped my arm over his shoulders
and hugged him. "She's stressed, Min. She doesn't mean it."

"Perhaps I should go." James offered.

I wrapped my other arm over his shoulders and pulled him to me. "I won't
hear of it. I'm here between the two best people in the world."

"You soppy sod." Finn sniffed away a tear but managed to control himself.

"We need to stop stressing Mum, though." I looked at Finn. "Please, just
this once, will you get dressed early, Min. It might de-stress her a
little."

"Okay, Max." Finn slipped down and disappeared.

"What can I do?" James asked.

"Just sit there and look sexy." I turned and kissed him.

"Max put him down. We're behind my schedule." Mum looked at James, "If
you're going to stay, you can help. I've got more important jobs for you
than looking sexy."

"What do you want us to do, Mum?" I asked.

"Bring all the boxes from upstairs downstairs and leave them by the
lorry. The removal men are concentrating on the furniture."

"Yes, Mum," I said, grabbing James' hand and pulling him upstairs.

"Your Mum thinks I'm sexy." James giggled.

"She's not the only one." I surreptitiously squeezed his crotch.

Mum relaxed a little now that we were helping, and Finn was dressed. As the
lorry doors closed, she told us we were ahead of schedule. She made sure
the men knew the address, and they left. Finn was in the house going round
every room, saying goodbye. James and I stood on the drive, facing each
other. His eyes were glassy, coated in tears.

"I'm going to miss you." He blubbed.

I hugged him, and both of us started to cry. "I'm going to miss you too."

We let our tears flow as Mum went into the house to yell and Finn, telling
him it was time to leave.

"Put him down, Max." Finn giggled as he got into the car.

"I love you so much, Max." James blubbed.

"I love you, James." We were both crying, holding each other tightly in our
arms. I didn't want to let go. James didn't want to either. I knew we'd see
each other soon, but it was the moment we were to be separated.

Mum was huffing and tapping her feet, frustrated at us. Dad whispered to
her, telling her to get in the car and he'll sort it.

Dad came up to us and gently placed his hand on my shoulder. "Come on,
Max. We need to go." He whispered.

I sniffed and pulled away from James. Our eyes were red and swollen. I
wiped away the tears on his cheek. "We'll be fine, James."

"I know." He said and kissed me again and then embraced me. "I love you,
Max."

"I love you, James."

I heard Dad sigh. I think our constant declarations of love were getting
tiresome. "Come on, Max. Let's go."

We broke apart, and I placed one last kiss on James' lips.

"Will you be alright getting home?" Dad asked James.

"I will." He sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

"Come on, Max." He draped his arm around my shoulder and led me to the car.

I sat down and belted up. I turned and could still see James. He waved at
me, and I waved back as Dad drove away.

The moment we were on the road, I grabbed my phone and messaged James, <I
miss you already.>

Finn laughed hysterically, "What was all that mushy stuff if you're
contacting him already?"

"You don't understand, Finn," I said flatly.

He leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm just teasing. But I
know you and James will be fine, and he'll visit in a few days once we are
settled."

"I know, Min." I kissed the top of his head and wrapped my arm around him.

"This is it, Max. We're actually moving. I actually feel a little sad."

"Why, Min?" Finn was also excited about the move.

"I'm going to miss my mates, especially Rick. And I suppose I'm going to
miss our old life. That house has so many memories. We've shared so much in
our bedroom. We've both changed so much."

I stroked his hair. "I know, Min. I've seen you grow up so much in the last
few years. I'm proud of you, Min. You grew into who you are now. You are
proud to be who you are. Proud to be gay and proud to be a naturist."

"Thanks, Max." Finn snuggled into me on the back seat. The seat belts made
it awkward, but he was determined. "I'm proud of you, too."

"We'll keep those memories forever, Min. But it's time to make new
memories. You may even find a boyfriend."

"Really!" Finn wanted a boyfriend, but he never had any luck."

"Yes, Really, Min." I smiled, "Cockaigne is full of weirdos like
you. You'll find one easily." I chuckled, my body causing Finn's head to
rock.

"I'm not a weirdo." Finn slapped my leg. "I bet I could find a better
boyfriend than James."

I held Finn's head and kissed his scalp. "I know you will. I want you to
make the best of this move. This is your time, Min. I'll be here whenever
you need me." We had forgotten we weren't alone. We talked like we were
alone, like we were back in bed, spooning each other, sharing our private
thoughts. Mum and Dad were getting a glimpse into our private relationship,
and they didn't disturb us.

"James is a brilliant boyfriend, Max. I can't wait for him to visit. I want
the three of us to explore."

"As long as you wear clothes, Min." I smiled.

"That'll depend on the weather. I've already learnt that the weather
determines how many naked bodies you see in Cockaigne."

"You know James and I won't be naked."

"Pity. James has got a great body."

"He does have a great body." I sighed absentmindedly and felt my cock
thicken.

"Don't worry, Max. You'll see it again soon. And hopefully, so will I."
Finn giggled.

"I've told you to stop perving over my boyfriend." I chuckled.

"You know what they say, Max. You can look but don't touch. I'll do the
looking. You do the touching." Finn giggled.

I looked ahead and noticed the sign getting closer. We would be in
Cockaigne in a few seconds. Finn didn't see. He closed his eyes, enjoying
the feel of my arm holding him.

"I love you, Min," I whispered.

"I love you, too, Max," Finn replied.

I watched as the sign disappeared behind us.

"Min." I said softly, "We're now in Cockaigne."

I felt Finn snuggle closer to me. I expected him to take off his clothes,
but he held me tighter instead.

"I love you, Max."

"I love you, Min."

We now had a new life and new adventures. Whatever our life would be in
Cockaigne, it would be nothing short of interesting. It seemed we were both
filled with excitement and trepidation.

The End



If you have got this far, I thank you for reading the full story. I really
hope you enjoyed the relationship between the brothers.

Although this story is now finished, if you want to read about the brothers
life in Cockaigne, then stay tuned. That will be appearing very soon.




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