Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2021 22:57:25 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: Generational Bro-cest part 8 This story contains sexual situations between two bothers and other males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. This is my fourth story for NIFTY. Other stories: Danny's First Love. Last posted on June 27th 2019 in High School. I didn't pee the bed. Oct. 27, 2020 in Incest. Jordan and Billy. Nov. 15 2020 in Incest I'm not a writer, but I thought I'd again try my hand at fiction. I'm a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in medical research. English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! Generational Bro-cest part Eight By Anthony Scordato. Please let me know if you are enjoying the story. Anthony My sophomore year in high school was both good and very bad. First the good. Our football junior varsity team did really well. My dad and I still had the point system going. The year before I got seven points. My sophomore year I got twelve. Each time we walked off the field with another win, I pulled wood. Brian told me that Jenna, one of the girls in my class who was a cheerleader was hot for me. She was beautiful, smart and athletic. She played on the girls volleyball team. I've known Jenna for several years and she was always nice to me. But lately she had been flirty and when she'd come over to where the guys on the team hung out during lunch at school, she'd put her hand on my arm as she talked to me. When she'd walk away all the guys would smile at me and thrust their hips like they were fucking. I'd blush. On one of our errands I decided to talk to my dad. "I'm kind of nervous about something," I said. "What's that?" "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed in me." He looked from the road to me and then back at the road. "I can't imagine that would happen." I sighed. "Just spit it out." "I think maybe I'm gay, but I don't know." "You think I'd care if you're gay. Seriously?" Tears filled my eyes. "I just don't want you to be." "Never going to happen, Chris. I love you. If you're gay, you're gay. Why is this coming up now?" I told him all about Jenna. "Do you like her?" "Yes, a lot." "Are you attracted to her?" "Yes. I guess. I mean I feel warm all over when she smiles at me and my face tingles and stuff. But I don't know." "You don't know if it's a sexual attraction." "Yeah. I mean I get a hard on as soon as Brian says let's give each other head or let's fuck. And when I get to rub your back, I get really turned on, but," "So how do you think you'd find out if it's the same with her?" "I know, but I'd feel like such a loser if nothing happens." "Okay, look. This is the way I think of it and I suggest you think of it. Don't put yourself in a category. You're too young for that. Think of yourself as enjoying sex with people you are attracted to. I'm sure there are guys who would never turn you on. You need to find out if there are girls who will. My first sexual experience was with your Uncle, just like your first experience was with your brother. But I am very attracted to your mother." I nodded. "This isn't helping is it?" "I just worry." "Okay, look, you're not going to get laid on your first date. Ask her out for the homecoming dance. That won't mean you're boyfriend and girlfriend. It will just be a date for the dance. Don't put pressure on yourself. See how things go." "Okay." I asked Jenna to the dance and she smiled and said yes. We won our JV game and our Varsity game. Brian also had a date. So, he picked up his date and then we drove and picked up Jenna. She looked beautiful and as we walked from her front door to the car she took my hand. I felt tingly all over. Jenna had a curfew. So, Brian said he was going to drop her off, then drop me off at home and then take off with his girlfriend. He was planning on getting laid. We had a great time at the dance. The first dance we danced slowly, she put her arms around my neck and pressed herself against my body. The sound and feel of her breath in my ear and the feel of her breasts against me chest turned me on. My cock moved in my boxer briefs. I wanted to stop the DJ and announce to everyone there that I had a hard on, but I didn't. Jenna and I started dating. It was on our fourth date that I was able to touch her vagina. Brian gave me instructions on what to do, where and how to touch her and how I could tell if she was enjoying it. He had taken me to the store and showed me the rows of condoms and which ones I should buy. I bought a box, but I knew I wouldn't need them. I was sure Jenna wasn't ready to fuck. When she had first put her hand on my erection that had been held in place by my boxer briefs the week before, she said, "Is that you cock." I looked at her and said, "What else would it be? "But it's so big." I laughed. It wasn't until Valentine's Day that we fucked. The next weekend my dad was home and we did our grocery store errand. As we pulled onto the street, I said, "I fucked Jenna." My dad laughed. "Why are you laughing?" "The thought that I would tell my father that I got laid. Chris I'm just happy you and I can talk about this stuff so freely. How was it? "She was scared. Brian told me that I should lay down and let her get on top and let her do it that way so she won't worry I'd hurt her." "Good advice." "It took her a while, but then she started liking it a lot." My dad smiled and mussed my hair. "Did you like it?" "Yeah, I did. It's different. Girls are soft and curvy and pretty. Guys are tight and muscular and handsome. I guess I'm like you - bisexual." It was the end of March that my mom and dad told Brian and I that my mother hand cancer. I remember when I heard the word, my body began to shake. I really didn't understand much of what they said except that it had spread. My mom would have to stop working because the chemo was going to make her sick. My dad had talked to his father and decided that he would stop working on the rig and take a job at the dealership. He couldn't be gone for two weeks at a time anymore. My mother needed him. I knew this was bad, worse than they were letting on, but I just went numb. I knew our lives would be forever changed. Brian graduated in June. He, like my dad and uncle, got a new truck for a gift and a full time job at the dealership my uncle was running. My dad was worried that people at the dealership that my grandfather worked at would resent him. Owners son comes in and takes over. So, my grandfather called in the head of the parts department and the head of the service department and told them that a new position which would mean a promotion with increased pay would be open to them. My dad would work with the head of the parts department for a year to learn everything he knew. Then that guy would be promoted to head of parts and service at my uncles dealership. Then my dad would work for a year with the head of service and then that guy would be promoted to head of service and parts at the dealership that my grandfather worked at. My mother had worked her way up to being the head of sales, so my dad would then work with the woman who would take her place for a year and then my dad would work with my grandfather for two years and then he'd retire and my dad would run that dealership. My grandparents would own 52% of the company. My Uncle Cory would own 24% and my dad would own 24%. My grandfather would stop taking a salary, but my uncle and dad would take a salary and then get the profits after bonuses were paid. My dad was satisfied. He knew that eventually he'd have to stop working on the rigs, but thought he had a few more years. The summer was bad. My mom wasn't doing well with the chemo. I turned sixteen so I, like everyone else, got a used truck. So, we worked it out so that either my dad, Brian or I was home with my mother. And at least one of us could take her for her treatments. I watched my mother go from a strong willed, able bodies beautiful woman to a shell of herself. She still came to my football games, as did my dad and brother. Brian and I were still messing around. We'd get in his or my truck and head out someplace along the river and fuck. I think we took comfort in being physically close and at times even fucked each other almost violently, knowing that it was anger not at each other but the situation. My dad and I didn't do anything. The three of us worked out during the evenings and weekends, but we were now wearing shorts. Life had changed. The summer before my senior year, my mom passed away. Although we told ourselves that at least she was no longer suffering, it hit us hard. Brian moved out and got an apartment with his girlfriend. That left Dad and I home alone. He came to my games but didn't smile anymore when I walked off the field after a win. Brian came with his girlfriend. They seemed happy. But Brian still would call me, arrange to meet up by the river where we'd give each other head and then fuck each other. One night after my dad had finished his second six pack of beer, I undressed him and got him into bed. "You're a good son," he mumbled. "I love you." I sat on the bed beside him and watched him pass out. I cried. My grades were good. My dad wanted me to go to college. No one in our family had. I'd be the first. I told my dad that I was thinking of not going. He was not happy. I told him that I was worried about him. He was drinking himself to sleep every night. "Someone has to be here." "I can take care of myself." "I don't think you can. You hardly eat dinner and by nine you're drunk. I've had to put you to bed almost every night and now you're puking. That's how people die. I lost one parent, do you think I want to lose another." He got really angry at me. I thought he might hit me. A few days later my grandfather called me into his office. I had been working weekends during my senior year. He said, "Your father is going to be gone for two weeks. He's going to rehab to dry out. Your grandmother and I want you to live with us while he's gone." I was really happy when my dad got home. My grandparents are pretty conservative and at times I thought my head would explode when they'd tell me how one should live life. My dad sat me down and said, "Thank you for getting in my face. No more drinking. And I want you to go to college." I was accepted by LSU which is actually only a two hour drive from Lake Charles. I lived in the dorms. My roommate was a douche. He got drunk every weekend and vomited in the room. There was a guy on our floor who had a single. He told me I could sleep in his room when my roommate puked. His name was Caleb. He was a freshman from Virginia. He was as tall as me, 6 foot, blond hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and the greatest smile. He swam in high school, so he had the wonderful swimmers body. I asked him why he got a single and he said that he enjoyed hanging out with guys, but he also enjoyed his privacy. "Then why is it okay for me to sleep in your room?" "I get lonely, too, and you seem like a decent guy." "You don't know me then," I said and smiled. He chuckled. We started hanging out a lot. We had the same psychology class. We started having meals together and going to the LSU home games. My brother came to one of the games. He got himself a room at a motel. After the game he and I spent the night together. He had a great time at the game and really liked Caleb. When we got to the room, he jumped into the shower. I followed. As soon as we hit the bed, we were down on each other. It felt different and I wasn't sure why. More passionate. So often with Brian, it felt like sex to get off or sex to vent frustrations, but not passion or softness. This was feeling passionate and I liked it. After we sixty-nined for a bit, he turned so we were face to face. He pushed me down on the mattress and lay on me. I wrapped my legs around him and he thrust into my junk and started kissing and biting at my neck. Then he took hold of my face and put his lips to mine. At first I was shocked, but then relaxed into it and my body felt like electricity was shooting through my body. We kissed and bit at each other. I sighed. "Why didn't we ever do that before?" I said. "I wanted to, but I thought it might bother you and I was afraid to hear you say no. But I decided fuck it and just go for it." "I'm glad you did." He went down on me and gave me head until I came. I loved coming in his mouth, but I also loved hearing the sound he made when I started coming. He moaned with pleasure. Then I went down on him. I took my time, getting close and backing off. "I love that you do that," he said. I smiled at him as I licked his cock. "I know you're doing it because you love my cock." We both laughed and I nodded. "I do love your cock." I moaned when he filled my mouth with his man juice. We fucked. But again it was different. We fucked face to face, him lying on top of me. We kissed and moaned as I lay there my legs spread wide for him. After I fucked him, we fell asleep in each other's arms. We gave each other head the next morning. When he dropped me off at school we made a date for his next visit in six weeks. When I got to my room and opened the door, there was my roommate, passed out in bed and vomit all over the room. I had had enough. I went to the resident assistant and sent him to my room. After long talks, and much to my surprise, Caleb volunteer to give up his room to my douche roommate and move in with me. I was more than happy. And that's how my friendship with Caleb began. It was sometime at the beginning of November after living with each other for about a month when during one of the long Thursday late night discussions when you just can't study anymore, that he asked if there were any girls I was attracted to. I had been lying on my bed reading. He came over and sat on the foot of my bed. I was wearing a pair of joggers and a tee shirt. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and tee shirt. We talked about a couple of girls we knew. I asked him the same question and he talked about a few. Then he said, "Have you ever found guys to be attractive?" "I guess so. Have you?" "Yeah. I mean you see guys in speedos all the time when you swim. Some nice bodies." "Have you ever done anything with a guy?" I asked. He stared at me. "Almost. But no. I think we both got scared. Have you?" "Would it bother you if I had?" He smiled. "I guess that's your way of saying yes, but you can say no if I get freaked out. Right?" I smiled. "No. It wouldn't bother me. Not at all. You seem like someone who would. I mean, you're very attractive, friendly and relaxed about stuff. Not uptight." "I guess that's good." "I mean I think someday I will. Actually, I know someday I will." "Have you ever done stuff with a girl?" I asked. "Yeah. I had a girlfriend in high school. You said you had a girlfriend." "Yeah. But I did mess around with a guy friend." "What was it like?" "Different. I don't know how to explain it." Silence. He asked the question I was sure he'd ask. "Are you at all attracted to me?" I stared at him. He said, "I mean, I'd be more than flattered if you were." "Are you attracted to me?" I asked, feeling my cock getting hard and I didn't have any underwear on, so it was going to be very visible soon. "Yes. But don't worry, I won't attack you." "Oh. Well, then why are we talking about this." He laughed. "See that's what I mean. You're so comfortable with all of this." "You're not." He put out his hand. It was shaking. "Why are you nervous?" I asked. "I don't bit unless you want me to." He laughed and turned red. "Answer me one question?" I said. He nodded. "Are you interested in having sex with me and this is your way of feeling me out, or are you not interested but want to have someone to talk to about this stuff so that when you find some," "The first," he said. I smiled. Then I squeezed my butt cheeks and my erection noticeably jumped in my joggers. His eyes moved to my erection. "Fuck, I knew you were hung, but is that all you?" I sat up, took hold of his wrist and as I lay back down I moved him toward me and pressed his hand to my erection. He took hold of my cock and then looked up at me. "Fuck, how big are you?" I put my fingers in the waistband of my joggers and pulled the off. I lifted my tee shirt over my head and sat there naked with my rock hard cock sitting on my stomach. I looked at him and said, "You've still got your clothes on." In two quick moves he was naked. He crawled on hands and knees up toward my face as I scooted down and rested my head on my pillow. "Fuck," he said. "I've jerked off since the first time I met you thinking about doing this." I laughed. "We haven't done anything yet." "Yeah, but this is the most I've ever done with a guy." I laughed. He lay on me. I held him in my arms. His body felt so strong and yet he felt so tender. We looked into each other's eyes and then I moved my mouth toward his. As soon as our lips touched he sighed. We made out for a while. I was surprised at how fantastic a kisser he was. He had me leaking pre-cum. We wrestled around for a while stroking each other's cock. His was cut, about seven inches and as thick as mine. His balls hung loosely and were good sized and he was trimmed. I started to go down on him. He said, "I'm really turned on. I mean really turned on." "So, when I give you head, you're going to come right away?" "Probably yeah. I mean I've never had head so," "I'm fine with you coming," I said as I moved down. When I took his cock into my mouth, he moaned loudly. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth. I was able to take all of his cock and not gag. He moaned. I bobbed up and down for about half a minute when he called out, "Chris, I'm going to come." He started to pull his cock from my mouth, but I pushed his hand away. I pressed my tongue against his cock, bobbed up and down and felt him explode into my mouth. He moaned, squirmed and groaned with pleasure. I swallowed. We held each other and kissed. "You're first blowjob. They say you never forget your first." "I know I won't. That was fantastic." He looked into my eyes. "I want to give you head and make you feel like that." I smiled. "Okay. But it might take a while to get comfortable with it." "It won't. I sucked my own dick. I mean I can't really give myself head, but I can lick my dick head and come in my mouth." I smiled. "Me, too. But here's the thing. I come a lot." "Good," he said and smiled. He stared going down on me when he looked up at me and said, "The guy you messed with. Did you fuck him?" I smiled and said, "Why do you ask?" "If you have I was going to ask if he was still alive and walking." I laughed. He smiled. "Did you?" "Yes and he fucked me." He smiled. "Will you be patient with me?" "Happily." He did give me head. He tried several times to take all of my cock into his throat but he gagged before he could. I told him it wasn't necessary. As he got me close, I said, "I'm close. When I come, you can pull off me if you're feeling like it's too much and just jerk me off." He kept sucking my cock and he was doing a surprisingly good job of it. I moaned and then shot my load. I knew I was going to come a lot. I hadn't jerked off in two days. But he kept sucking and swallowing and moaning and I kept climaxing. He would have kept sucking my cock if I didn't pull him off. He moved up toward me and we kissed. I felt in a way I hadn't ever felt before. I felt tender as we melted into each other's arms. We held each other. I stroked his hair. He kissed my neck and chest. He looked at me and then got up and turned off the lights and lay half on me again. We held each other and didn't say anything. We started kissing again. Then we sixty-nined for almost an hour until we both came. Again we held each other. It was late. Friday we had classes. Holding him, I felt him fall asleep in my arms. Soon I was asleep. The next morning, we showered, dressed, had breakfast and went to our psychology class. We usually didn't eat lunch together, because of schedules. But we were having dinner together. After dinner we went to the room. I asked, "Are you okay with what we did last night?" "Yes I am. Really okay. I have to admit I didn't think I'd like it so much. A couple of times during the day I started feeling anxious." "Caleb, look. I once had a talk with my dad about this." "You talk to your dad about sex?" I smiled. "Yes." "Fuck. There is no way I could ever talk to my dad about any kind of sex. If I told him about what we did last night he'd either punch me out or drop dead." "Well, that's sad. My dad told me that the way I should think about it is not to put myself in a category. He had sex with a guy when he was young and then he had sex with my mom and married her and was madly in love with her until she died. He told me to think about it as having sex with people you enjoy and enjoy the sex you have. "How about if we think of ourselves a great friends who are attracted to each other and enjoy being physically close and sexual. We can have sex when we both want to have sex and not have sex when one of us doesn't want to have sex. We can enjoy each other's body and each other's company." "That sounds great. So if there's a girl you or I want to date, we can do that, too." "Sound great." "Will you fuck me?" I smiled. "If you fuck me." "Sound great." It was great because I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I still planned on having sex with my brother and didn't want to get into a situation where I felt like I was cheating. And there was a girl I was interested in asking out. Caleb and I started working out together. Swimming was something I did as a workout, but I found that it was indeed a very good workout. He moved through the water like a dolphin. I moved through the water like a drunken sailor. But after months of trying to keep up with him, I was getting better. His workouts consisted of getting in the pool and swimming for 20-30 minutes without stopping. Resting for a few minutes and then doing it again. He said that he meditated when he swam. And he thought about sex with me which he said always got him hard. We did fuck. At first I lay on my back and he straddled my hips and then slowly sat on my cock. It took several times for him to get used to me fucking him with him on his back and me on top of him. When he fucked me, we fucked face to face and kissed and held each other. But mostly we gave each other head. He had become a fantastic cock sucker and I enjoyed his progress. We had also started masturbating each other and ourselves beside each other and shooting our loads onto each other. Sex had become a fun thing that we shared. And he had become comfortable, as I had always been, moving from being a top to a bottom to a top with anything that we did. He had also become adventurous, spontaneous and assertive which I enjoyed. We gave each other head in a classroom building men's bathroom one evening. I fucked him late on night outside the library behind a tree. We jerked off in the library beside each other at a large table and shot our loads onto the floor. We'd sit beside each other in the library and soon before we'd have to leave, I'd move my hand between his legs and press hard into him to give him a hard on and then say, "let's go." He'd laugh and curse me as he covered his crotch with his books. We made our sex play, play. We decided to not live in the dorms the next year. We decided to get a two bedroom apartment, because both he and I were talking seriously about dating girls. Whether we ever would or not was not clear to me, but that is what we decided. That would give us the flexibility to have a girl over for the night, but also continue our sex play when we wanted. Also, I think it was a good cover story for his parents. During the summer between my freshman year and my sophomore year, I lived at home with my dad and worked at the dealership. Like everyone else in my family, when I graduated high school I got a new truck. My dad paid my insurance, but I paid for my gas. Also, I was saving money to use at school the next year. I had done well my freshman year. I earned at 3.8 GPA. Caleb and I did see each other during the summer, but talked often. Living with my dad was good. He was doing better but he still seemed depressed. He wasn't drinking. He and I went back to working out after we got home from work. Like in the past we worked out, hung out and had dinner in the nude. I, like in the past, often pulled wood as we worked out. But in the past I would stand in the garage and jerk off in front of him, I didn't do that. One night while doing sit ups and having an erection, I asked him when I might old enough for us to engage sexually. He seemed annoyed with my question and said, "I've said in the past that I'd tell you. You're asking me when that will happen stands in opposition to you being old enough. Don't ask again." "Okay." I really enjoyed living at home with him. We talked, laughed, and sat in the sun on the days we had off. Brian and I were meeting up once a week. Mostly to give each other head, but once in a while we'd have the house to ourselves and we'd fuck until we couldn't. Kissing had become the beginning and end of each of our meetings. I felt sad when I left for school, but it was great to see Caleb. He had arrived the day before me. When I arrived, he helped me unload my truck. As I started making my bed, he stood in my room and undressed. I chuckled. He pushed me down on my bed and said, "I can't wait any longer." I smiled and he pulled off my joggers. We sucked and fucked, shopped for food, sucked and fucked, put our apartment in order, sucked and fuck and went to campus and bought our books and then went back to the apartment and sucked and fucked. We started classes, started our workout routine and spent time on campus studying at the library. We soon realized that if we stayed at the apartment to study, we'd distract each other. I did well again that semester and also started dating. He also started dating. I wondered if it would cause hard feelings but it seemed to work out well. Through out my sophomore year and junior year I dated girls and had sex with them as did Caleb. But I never felt that special feeling that I thought I might if I was going to settle into a relationship. Caleb and I continued to have sex, but not as often. But it remained passionate and intense. Brian continued to visit, joining Caleb and I at footballs games and other sporting events. At the end of my junior year, Caleb left for home for the summer. We didn't have the apartment during the summer, so Caleb had put a lot of his stuff in storage for the summer until August when we'd return. But I was taking my stuff home. Brian drove his truck to Baton Rouge to help me move my stuff home. The first thing he did when he arrived was get into the shower and then get on my bed. "I need to be fucked," he said. "And fucked hard." I smiled. "What's different." "You don't get it. I do a lot of fucking and she even gives me head, but nothing like you do. But I never get fucked." "Why don't you tell her to get you a dildo. She can work your ass with that." "I like the real thing." We lay beside each other and kissed. Then we went right into 69ing. He didn't last long before he came and he seemed to come more than usual; not that I minded. Then I came in his mouth. I loved the way he moaned as he took my load. We lay on my bed for a few minutes talking about the summer. He told me that it didn't look like he and I would have the same days off. "You mean they already set my schedule?" "Yeah. I talked to dad. He has you working at the service desk, so you'll me working Tuesdays through Saturdays. You and Dad will have the same days off." "We can head to the river once a week." He started stroking my cock. Once I was hard he rolled over onto his stomach. I rimmed his ass and listened to him moan. I lubed my cock and readied myself for a quick and deep thrust into him. "You want it fast and all at once?" "Yes. And hold on." I never understood why he decided that he wanted to be penetrated like this, but I was happy to accommodate him. I spread his cheeks, squirted lube on his hole, aimed my cock and then went in fast and deep pressing my gut hard against his back. He grunted and groaned loudly and squirmed breathing hard. Then I pulled out and count to ten and slammed into him again and wrapped my arms around his chest and held on and started fucking him fast and hard. He complained most of the time, but I was instructed never to stop. So I fucked him until I dropped my load in his ass. I moved off him. He rolled over. He had a hard on. "Fuck, Chris. That was incredible. I get hard anytime I think of us doing this shit." "It's got to hurt like hell." "It does at first but then it's like my entire ass is pulsing and it feels fantastic." "I'll take your word for it." When he fucked me, we fucked face to face and kissed. I was excited about my dad and I having the same days off. When I arrived home, he had a dinner waiting for Brian, Brian's wife and I. We sat and talked until they left. Then my dad and I went outside and sat in the backyard. I took off all my clothing and sat in a chair beside him. "You look like you're keeping up with your workouts." "Caleb and I swim three times a week and work out with weights twice a week." "You look good." "So do you for an old man." He laughed. He wasn't really old. He was 40 and looked great. "Have you been keeping up with your workouts?" He smiled at me, stood and took off his clothes. "Damn, Dad, you look better now than when you were working on the rigs." "I know. I have more control of my food and often on the rigs it was hard to lift. Now I do it six days a week." He still trimmed his pubes and his cock was as big and beautiful as I remembered. But I didn't say anything. A few weeks after I arrived home and after working out with him almost every night, we worked out for a few hours one morning on our day off. Then we went out to the backyard and put sunscreen on. He told me to lie down. I did face down. He straddled my butt and then sat. I could feel his balls sitting on my buttocks. I was instantly hard. He spread sunscreen all over my back and butt and then gave me the most intense massage. And I could feel his cock and balls slid over my back and butt. I was hoping he'd spread my cheeks and at least check out my hole, but he didn't. When I massaged him, I worked his back and legs hard. Then I worked his gluts. I couldn't resisted spreading his cheeks but I didn't touch his hole or press my cock against it. When I lay beside him, with my cock rock hard, I said, "I need to jerk off. Can I here or should I go inside?" "Go for it," he said rolling onto his side and facing me. I lay back and began stroking my cock. I glanced at him. "It's been years since I've jerked off in front of you." "Is it bothering you for me to watch?" "No. It turns me on." "Like I said, go for it." I masturbated and he watched. Then I noticed that he was stroking his cock as he watched me. That brought me to my climax. I knew what he enjoyed, so I flipped my legs over my head. He moved closer. I opened wide and dropped a huge load of cum into my mouth and swallowed. I looked at him. He smiled and kept masturbating. I sat up and moved so that I was sitting cross legged at his hip. I put my fingers on his balls and gently played with them. He moaned loudly. Cum shot into the air and landed on his face, chest and stomach. He laughed. I ran my fingers over his stomach and chest and pooled his cum. He sat up and watched as I leaned over him and sucked up his cum. He smiled at me. That night I jerked off in bed thinking about him and wondering if when he jerked off he thought about me. I wondered if I was now old enough. I knew I couldn't ask. Whether I was or not, I was excited that at least we were back to masturbating with each other. But I did wonder if this would be the time he'd say that I was old enough. We started talking about Caleb. My dad said he'd like to meet him. "How about if I invite him down a couple of weeks before school starts. We could hang around here for a couple of days, then I thought he and I could go camping and then we'd be back here for a few days and then head to school." "That sounds good." Our days off were about working out, sitting in the sun, swimming in the pool, masturbating and talking. I was masturbating with him beside me almost every day. I wondered how it was that jerking off with him watching me was more of a turn on than jerking off alone. It was a Saturday when after working out, we went out and swam. I had noticed that he had been hard most of the work out and when we got out of the pool he was still hard. We put sunscreen on each other and put down towels. I lay on my back and started masturbating. He sat beside me, which was unusual. Typically, he just lay on his towel and watched. Then he put his hand on my scrotum. I moaned loudly. As I masturbated he played with my balls. He moved my hand away from my cock and ran his fingers over my erection. My body shook all over. He must have known I was close because he stopped touching my cock. Then he ran his fingers around the head of my cock. I moaned loudly. My cock was pulsing. "It's amazing how just a right touch can be such a turn on," he said. I moaned. Again he ran his fingers over my cock and around the head. Then two or three shots of cum squirted from my cock, but I still hadn't had a orgasm. "What happened?" I said. "If you get close and are really horny and just touch your cock gently you'll expel cum but won't have an orgasm." I was surprised when he gathered my cum into a pool and then scooped it up with his fingers and licked his hand clean. "Let's see if we can do that again," he said. He ran his fingers over my cock and around the head over and over. Again my cock was pulsing. He seemed to know when to stop. I was so close I knew I was going to come and I did but again I didn't really have an orgasm. This time the cum was really thick. He scooped it up and licked his fingers clean. The third time he did the same thing, but that time when I got close he closed his fingers around my cock and jerked me off. I had one of the most intense orgasm and shot a huge load. My body tensed, relaxed, shook and I moaned and groaned. "Fuck," I called out. "Fuck, I've never come so hard." I looked at him. He smiled at me. "The old man can still teach you something can't he." I was wondering if he wanted me to do it to him, but he didn't lay down. He just sat beside me and masturbated. It took him only a minute and he shot his load onto his leg. I moved in and licked up the mess. Again, he smiled at me. Then he said, "I want to talk more about Caleb, or rather about you and what you are up to with him." "Is it bad," I said. "Absolutely not. But I want it to be an honest and thoughtful conversation." "Okay," I said, feeling worried. I hope you'll be back for the final part of this series. Anthony