Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2021 02:37:29 +0000 From: mobius2021 Subject: The Brothers Next Door - 5 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal) THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius Necessary Disclaimers: * This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my direct knowledge. * This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths under the age of 18, including themes of incest. Do not read if this matter offends you, or because of your age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so. * "The Library is Open!". Help keep the Nifty library open by donating at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * (c) 2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance. Chapter Five: My ass was slightly sore on Thursday, which was unfortunate since it was a meeting-heavy day. I sat in my home office through a series of different video calls, and I must have looked strange as I was constantly shifting in my seat. But despite the discomfort, I felt I was making progress with 13-year-old Danny. Since he had discovered me last week having a sexual affair with his older 16-year-old brother Ethan, his existing resentment toward his brother seemed to go off the deep end, and now he was holding both us hostage with blackmail photos. But as I was reflecting on our interactions over the last week, I had noticed a few things. First, Danny only seemed to be at his most cruel and abusive when Ethan was around. In the few interactions we had privately, including last night, Danny was never friendly, but he wasn't out of his way rude. Secondly, Danny did seem to respond to moments of generosity. When I gave him my house key, when I purchased a brand-new free-weight setup in my garage for his use... even when I guided his cock into my ass last night -- all gestures of invitation, signs that I was willingly welcoming him into my life. After those incidents, it seemed like even he didn't know what to do, but it opened him to being softer and less hostile. The way he touched me after fucking my ass hard the night before was almost... romantic. The more and more I interacted with Danny as he played his little blackmail game, the more and more I was reminded of a wounded animal - snarling and snapping at the very people trying to help him. But until I could unravel the mystery of where his wounds came from, we would continue to dance around and around in this power-play, probably until he got bored with us and decided to reveal his evidence to his mother and the police. To really reach Danny, I was going to have to get into that heart of his, which up until now had been resistant to direct appeal. I wondered what it would be like to make proper love to him -- not his signature forced, dominating encounter -- but to actually hold and kiss and make love to him. As much as Danny threw slurs and abuses at me and Ethan for the sex we had together, he certainly wasn't shy about putting his dick into us as frequently as he could. In his mind, he felt he was taking something from us. Perhaps the key to reaching his heart was making him realize he wasn't taking anything because we were willingly giving it to him. Well, at least for me -- there was no way I could ask Ethan to adopt that attitude after all the bad blood between them. I considered all this and what my next steps should be. He had told me last night he intended to come by after dinner for another workout session on the weight bench. I guess I would have to see what attitude he showed up with tonight, and take it from there. I wrapped up work for the day and had my dinner. Since I was planning for weight training, I didn't want anything heavy so I settled for some hearty soup and a few dinner rolls. Finally, at around 7pm, dressed in some looser clothes for exercise and finishing up the dishes, I heard the back door into the garage open and close. Toweling my hands dry, I went over to the door to the garage and opened it. My jaw dropped, as there stood Ethan. Two days a row in my house! Danny had restricted my access to Ethan, and after our play date yesterday afternoon, I figured I wouldn't be allowed to see him for another week. But there he stood in t-shirt and shorts, smiling warmly at me. Strangely, he didn't approach for an embrace; he just stood there being reserved. I soon learned why as Danny opened the back door and came into the garage in his workout clothes. "Ready for your workout, old man?" he smirked at me. Ethan stood silently, and I couldn't tell the expression on his face. Did Danny have something planned, and what did Ethan know about it? With Danny standing there, I didn't dare approach Ethan without his permission. "Sure thing, Danny... I'm much better dressed this time. I'm happy to see you again, Ethan," I said. Ethan blushed but stood still. "Well, you'll need more than some clothes to do better this time. Your last attempt was pathetic," he sneered at me. "But I think I know something that will help your body prepare for this session. Its like a protein shake -- just what your muscles will need if you are going to start toning up. Get on the bench." I sat down on the bench and laid back, taking position under the weight bar. But Danny quickly raised the weight bar and put it on the floor of the garage. I wondered what was going on. "Get in position," Danny said. I was about to confirm I was already on the bench, but suddenly Ethan walked over and stood at the head of the bench. I stared up at him, smiling in my adoration. From behind Ethan, however, Danny stepped up and yanked on Ethan's shorts. They fell on the ground, exposing his beautiful cock and balls, now hovering inches above my face. I was almost ecstatic. Did Danny's notion of a protein shake mean he was allowing me to suck a load of cum from Ethan's beautiful dick? The anticipation was making my own cock slowly rise as my beauty stood above me. But unexpectedly, Ethan took a few steps forward, his knees now coming up to my shoulders. That would be an awkward angle, I thought. It became even more surprising when Ethan proceeded to lay down on top of my body, his legs pinning my arms to the narrow bench and his ass just inches from my chin. From above me, Danny's smooth naked legs came into view, stepping up to me as he had the other night, with his now-naked ass positioned over my face. His young urgent cock was already hard with arousal. I watched as Danny walked himself up to his brother's ass and started poking at Ethan's bruised, reddened anus -- right above my face. Despite a small glisten of precum at Danny's tip, he was mostly dry. Oh, God, he wasn't going to force me to watch him dry-penetrate Ethan, was he? The idea of the pain he was going to cause made my stomach drop. He pressed against the resistant hole, rubbing it up and down. The motions seemed to pull his foreskin back, exposing his shining purple glans. But he was unable to get any entrance to Ethan's tightly puckered hole. "Huh, Ethan," he said in a voice that sounded like he was play-acting, "You're a little tight back here. I'm surprised, considering how much I've been working on you this last week. But don't worry, I discovered something last night that will help me get into that tight pussy of yours." It was then that Danny simultaneously pointed his dick downward while he started to lower his hips. This time, it wasn't his ass making a course for my mouth! His skinned, throbbing cock quickly swept towards my lips and before it collided with my teeth, I quickly opened my jaw wider to avoid an accidental scraping! I had never taken him from this angle before, but for Ethan's sake, if I could add something that would diminish his pain, I would gladly do it. His cock sunk into my open mouth, and I stiffened my tongue so I could coat him my saliva as best I could. I didn't try to suck -- I wanted his cock to be dripping with my spit. I used my cheeks and tongue to swirl my fluids all Danny's eager hardness. I could taste Danny once again, his smooth alabaster erection dipping and churning into my mouth, his drops of precum joining the flavors on my tongue. So close to his taint and ballsack, I was happily flooded by his scent and the muskiness I had come to know and love. Standing up, Danny pulled his cock from my mouth and once again pointed it at Ethan's ass. This time, as he squirmed his drenched tool against his brother, Ethan's ass began to slip open and accept the slickened hardon. From right below, only inches away, I watched as Danny steadily and firmly pushed his way inside his brother. Ethan, who had been laying on top of my body, his head nestled near my crotch, heaved a sigh. Of pain? Of relief? I couldn't tell. Danny pushed himself balls deep into his brother, and I watched Ethan's hole stretch and turn redder. As he pulled himself out slowly, his ass lips were pulled as well, tightly hugging Danny's cock. Finally, he was released with a pop. "Still feels a little dry, Eeth," Danny chuckled. "Let's do better this time." Danny pointed his cock downwards at my mouth and sunk down. I had tried collect a generous amount of saliva in my cheeks in preparation for this, and urgently slobbered on his cock as he churned it in and out of my mouth. This time, in addition to Danny's salty precum and musky teen sweat, I tasted a great deal of bitterness. There was no question what the bitterness was and I had to stop myself from gagging at the thought. But between the new flavor in my mouth and Danny's enthusiastic fucking from this upside-down position, it took every ounce of control not to lose control. Finally, Danny lifted up again as I coughed and sputtered, quickly bringing his cock back to his brother's ass. Drenched, it slipped in quite smoothly. I heard Danny and Ethan heave a sigh, Ethan's breath against my crotch sending sparks through my own dick. Soon, Danny was easily thrusting himself deep inside his brother's ass, and then pulling out until his just crown was inside. He then repeated, over and over again, slowly building speed. Ethan was grunting, his heavy breathing pressing against me. Above me, Danny was moaning in pleasure. From what I had already learned yesterday, his lust seemed to have no limits. Only inches above my face, a few drops of ass-saturated drool slipped from the sphincter where Danny's cock was urgently fucking and fell to my cheek. I was surrounded in the cloud of their scents -- each of their heady teenage aromas mixed with funk of sweat, ass and cum. I had never before been so conflicted and overstimulated: the rawness of it, the stink and nastiness of their incestuous fuck washed over me and almost pushed me to the point of physical disgust. But their desperate animalistic rutting was so powerful and sexy, and my love -- Ethan - lay there grunting in surrender to his brother -- it all kept me on the verge of what could be a powerful hands-free orgasm. Danny heaved and grunted above me, "I hope you are ready for your protein shake, Todd." A sliver of my soul hoped that he would just pull out, but that was quickly dashed as I had a close-up view of the throbbing twitches and spasms of his cock as he urgently shot a very powerful load deep inside his brother's ass. And it was almost immediately after his cock stopped twitching that he pulled out quickly. A gush of his cum and ass juices ran from Ethan's used hole onto my face, nose, and open mouth. I was instantly hit with the tang and bitterness of the load that was running down my tongue and into my throat. I was almost compelled to gag again, except that some dark corner of my mind wanted nothing more than to keep this precious brother-load deep within me. We were frozen for a couple of minutes. Ethan lay against me, not so much exhausted but just reveling in holding my body again. Danny stood over me, having stepped back from Ethan's twitching hole, his cock drooling its final drops into my hair. With a suddenly burst of movement, Danny swiped his arm and gave his brother's ass a loud SLAP! Ethan jumped. "Okay, Eeth" Danny said. "Go home." Ethan stood slowly and backed away from the bench. As he hoisted his shorts, he looked at his brother pleadingly. "Can I just..." "NO!" And with that, Ethan looked down at me sadly and walked out the door into the backyard, already shadowed in the dusk of early spring. I lay there on the bench, trying to figure out what to do next, when Danny reached down and returned the weight bar to the frame above me. "Did you like that protein shake? Don't you love the taste, you old perv?" he chuckled at me. I shook my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Not particularly," I admitted. "It's an acquired taste. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough. But I'll make you a deal: you lift six reps at this weight, and I'll give you something to wash the taste out of your mouth. If you fail... well then you'll get something even less pleasant." Danny restored the weight plates to the same level I had it at from the Tuesday night -- 120 pounds. In a moment, we took our positions for the session: me, on the bench with the weight bar in my grasp, and Danny above me in the spotter's position, his hands besides mine to follow the bar. This time, though, he was only in his t-shirt, his cock and balls hanging free after fucking his brother's ass. In our first session, I had failed after three reps. Tonight, I started much better... one, two, three, four... and Danny appeared pleased. Five and six were harder... my arms and chest straining, trembling coming into my lift. By the time I finished six reps and dropped the weight bar with a clang into the frame, my arms fell like wet spaghetti. But Danny stood over me, and he actually looked ... happy. "Good start, Todd. As I promised, your reward," he smiled over me, and from his side he brought an opened bottle of water. I started to sit myself up to get it, but he just began to pour it on my face and into my mouth. I coughed and gagged, but was able to grab and swallow a few mouthfuls of water. The water splashing on my face washed the rest of the brothers' fuck-juices from my face and hair. The bottle now empty, he chucked it to the garage floor. He looked proud of himself as he stood over me. "Now, six more reps. And just like last time, if you do all six, we'll get more of that taste out of your mouth. If you fail..." "... something worse. I got it." I said, finishing his sentence. This made him grin. We took our positions again. I was not certain about this round, though. I could already tell my arms were blasted, and I wasn't sure I had six more left in me. But he stood there, his eyes demanding we begin -- no excuses. I completed my first two reps smoothly, feeling the burning in my pecs and arms. Through my third rep, I could feel the shaking coming into my stance. By the fourth rep, I could control lowering the weight bar to my chest, but my arms and shoulders refused to move again. They quaked and shook, but the bar would not lift up. I called out to Danny once in alarm. After a few moments, he still hadn't responded, so I called out again in panic. This time, Danny went into action and lifted the bar up and away from me. While I thought he was moving it back into the frame, he actually lifted it away from the bench and positioned it on the floor again. "Better than Tuesday, but you failed on your second set," Danny explained very matter of factly. "You know the consequences." Before I could even ask or plead forgiveness, I felt a burning hot stream of his piss spatter onto my face, some catching in my mouth. I closed my eyes and mouth, but it didn't stop a trickle of pee from dripping into my nostrils. I had never before felt so degraded. His hot urine ran from my face and head, pouring onto the cement floor of the garage. It soaked into my t-shirt and cushions of the weight bench. Acrid, hot, and salty, it washed over me. While I had never in my life tried to sexualize piss-play (certainly not with that bitch ex-wife of mine), there was the briefest flicker in the back of my mind, telling me how intimate it was to be covered in the piss of this cocky 13-year-old boy. The flow stopped as suddenly as it had started, and I wiped his fluids from my eyes and around my mouth. I had reached my limit, but as I prepared to sit myself up and tear into the little shit once and for all -- consequences be damned - he stepped up to me and, like he had on Tuesday night, lowered his ass only my mouth. Although on the shorter side, Danny was built solid and his weight easily overpowered me from this angle. In a panic, I could only imagine the final phase of my degradation and was prepared to break my own neck to get out from under his body before I had to take any more mouthfuls of him. But the feel of his ass pressing against me brought back a flood of erotic memories from Tuesday. His taste, his feel, his smell. As much as I needed to break away in fear of his next sadistic play, the memories of our last encounter melted away at my resistance enough that I allowed my tongue to tentatively taste at his anus. It was clean, pink, tight, and tasted only of sweat and raw teen boy. Nothing filthy. Encouraged, I kissed at him at little harder, eliciting a moan from the young man. "Fuck, Todd," he sighed breathlessly. Whoa, I had never heard him use this tone. It was a tone of supplication, of need. "Lick me. Eat me out." My mind was doing somersaults. The tone of our evening had spun full circle, from lust to degradation to lust again. I knew then I had to be careful -- very careful -- as I knew if I spent too much time with Danny, I would no longer be able the tell the difference between the two. I surrendered and allowed my urgent tongue start to lap at and lick around his tight grasping hole. It quivered in response to my hot wet tongue. He gasped and shifted forward. This time, with no weight bar to catch him, he slowly allowed himself to lower onto my body. His ass at my mouth, he bent forward and lay on top of me -- as Ethan had been earlier. My God, feeling his body laying against me was the most sensual contact we had ever had together. Writhing his ass against my face, his body now squirmed on my chest and stomach, his head laying just at my belly button. Craning my neck up in this new position, I licked and sucked at his hole with wet, languid strokes of my tongue, intermittently pointing my tongue to penetrate him. I held his hips in my hands, and as I was devouring his delicious boy ass, he was writhing in pleasure on my body. His erect cock moved back and forth, humping at the small divot where my neck met my chest, leaving a generous trail of precum. I had never felt this energy from him before, and it made me more hopeful than ever. Delirious in spasms of pleasure, Danny reached his arms up my body towards my legs. He seemed to grasp at them for stability, his fingers squeezing at my inner thighs. My cock had already come back to life in the moment he pressed his hole into my mouth, and now his movements against my shorts was pulling at it, sending bolts of electricity through my hips. "Ohhh, fuck, Todd," he gasped. "It's soooo gooooood." And with that, he let out a little-boy squeal. As his hands grasped at my thighs and clothed crotch, I felt his cock start to spurt ribbons of cum over my neck and chest, splattering on my piss-wet t-shirt. He squirmed continually as he came, one of his hands finally coming to rest at my clothed erection, straining in my shorts. Through the nylon, he grasped at it firmly as his orgasm began to die down. My eyes bulged in breakthrough pleasure: he was deliberately touching me, fondling me roughly through my shorts. As he came down from his massive second orgasm, his hand continued to feel and grasp at my cock, tracing its length and thickness. Wrapping himself around my nylon-clad erection, he stroked down once. Then a second time. Then a third. Until, surrendering to his exhaustion, let his hand fall to his side. I dropped my head from his hole, my face soaked with spit. I looked at his glistening ass, and then leaned in briefly to give him the gentlest of kisses. He groaned. Struggling, he pulled himself up off of me, standing once again above my head. He was silent as he gathered up his shorts, tying them around his waist. I noticed the lower half of his t-shirt had become moist from being pressed against my own piss-wet t-shirt. I sat up on the weight bench, and looked at him. He looked tired and, maybe for the first time ever, he looked like he had all of his defenses dropped. I knew enough not to push right now or they would snap back in place before I could finish a sentence. Once again redressed, he walked around the weight bench to the door, silently opening it to the dark evening. As he started stepping through, he paused and finally looked at me. The expression in his eyes, I couldn't understand it, but something about his gaze felt so bittersweet. He then swept out the door and closed it behind him. I was left alone in the silence of the garage and I sat for a very long time, dazed and confused. I realized tonight had been a very well-planned game of chicken - between his domination and degradation versus my passion and sensuality - to see who would break first. Given how he left, did this mean I had just won? Had I outmaneuvered him, breaking down his game of power and reducing him to begging me for pleasure? The look on his face didn't seem defeated, but it wasn't the self-confident cocky boy I had become used to. He looked introspective. I only hope whatever feelings I had triggered in him weren't going to be used to punish Ethan later. I stood and began cleaning everything up. I removed my clothes and my underwear was once again soaked in precum. I started wiping down the piss that Danny had left behind on the weight bench and equipment. I grabbed the mop and worked on the floor, adding a little bleach to the bucket water, hoping to get at the urine before it soaked into the concrete. The last thing I needed was the ammonia-stench of stale urine in my garage -- I had Adam coming over tomorrow night. While I would usually pick Adam up and take him on a whirlwind day adventure, sometimes we would schedule sleepovers and have lazy weekends. He had his own bedroom here, and I think he found my place to be more restful. Quieter. Knowing my ex-wife, she could certainly be high-strung, which is not conducive to a having a relaxing weekend. So about once a month, I would pick him up from school Friday for weekend at my place. I would then drive him back to his mother's home on Sunday afternoon so he could get settled and ready for school Monday. Because I brought him back Sunday afternoon, I had not had the chance to bring him to a Sunday dinner with Carol and the boys. I had thought about scheduling a day visit some Saturday, just to introduce him, but with all the... weirdness... going on with the boys, I decided to postpone that indefinitely. Carol never seemed to be bothered about it, either; she always figured we would be introduced when the time was right. So, the next afternoon, I sat in my car in the parking lot of Adam's school. The lot attendant knew me and my car, and had just waved me in when I pulled up. Parked there, waiting for the end of school bell, I realized there had been a phone call I had been meaning to make. I grabbed my cell phone and quickly called Carol. "Town morgue," Carol answered. "You stab `em, we slab `em." Caller ID gave her ample opportunities to surprise me with her pickup. "Ha -- ha," I said. "How's tricks, you ol' boozer?" "Nah, still a little early... won't pop the cork on the wine for a few hours yet. What's up, Todd? Thought you were with Adam this weekend." "Oh, I am," I said, "I'm picking him up now. But listen: I know we had talked about my having my weekend with Adam during dinner last week, but then I went out and got the weight set. Would you do me a favor and just remind Danny that I'll be busy with Adam and he shouldn't come over this weekend?" "I'll do what I can, but he's not always good about checking his messages," she said. "I told you it wasn't a great idea just giving him a key to your house." I sighed, as I realized how right she was. But what choice did I have? "I know, but I'm just a stupid man. How am I supposed to know better?" She laughed, "Alright, Todd, I'll keep Danny out of your hair this weekend, and we'll see you on Sunday for dinner. Remember, its your week to bring the wine!" "Hahahahahah, goodbye, you lush!" I replied as I hung up the phone. Leaving the car, I strode across the lot into the Principal's office. You had to check in if you were taking a child out off of school grounds differently than their scheduled daily plan. I got in the door, and the receptionist recognized me immediately. "Hi, Mister Davis, is it that time of the month already?" "Yeup, it's my weekend, Sandra! I get Superman junior." I laughed. Suddenly the final bell rang and like a roar, a stream of antsy children ready for the weekend flooded into the corridors. The ruckus of chattering kids, lockers clanging open and shut, and the clomping of hundreds of feet surrounded the office. The office doors opened and closed several times as a few of the other parents or children came through. Suddenly, "DAD!" I swerved around and saw my pride and joy standing there in his blue-jeans, polo shirt, and backpack. He came over to me and grabbed me. I kissed the top of his head, "Hey, champ! Ready to go?" Sandra waved us away, wishing us a fun weekend as I picked up his backpack. We maneuvered through the corridors to the back parking lot and finally into my car. I had my boy back with me again! Except for the drudge of traffic getting out of the school's neighborhood, our trip on the highway and back to my house was pretty quick. As I pulled my car into the garage, Adam's eyes lit up. "Cool!" he said, leaping out of the car door and going over to the weight set. "When did you get that?" I hit the remote and started the garage door closing. "I got that this week. Pretty great, right?" "Are you starting to work out now?" "Well, yeah, I want to get into better shape. Your dad wasn't always this fat, you know. But you know what, you can use them with me whenever you visit!" "Can we right now?" I laughed, enjoying his enthusiasm. We got settled into the house first, and stowed his school bag in his bedroom. He didn't have to bring any extra clothes when he visited, as I kept a closet-full of clothes for him here. But once we had relaxed and had a light snack, I told him to put on some "gym clothes" and meet me in the garage. He was off like a shot to get ready. A few minutes later, he came into the garage in a t-shirt and shorts. He looked at the free weight equipment with Christmas-eyes, and in that moment, I prayed that I had everything cleaned up really well from the night before. "So, have they shown you any free-weight exercises at school?" I asked. He shook his head. I then explained all of the different pieces and how they worked. "I think since you are starting out, you can work with the dumbbells. You can do a lot of exercises with them, and you can increase the weight gradually as you get better. Then, when you are a little older, you can probably start using the big weight bar on the bench and do chest presses." I set up the dumbbells for about 60 pounds, and handed them to him. He said they were heavy, but he could still move them. I explained that was good, and it meant it was a good place for him to start. I then lay on the bench holding the dumbbells and demonstrated a few exercises he could do while laying down. I got up and he quickly lay down in my place, taking the dumbbells in his hands. He put himself in position, and after I gave him a few tips, he started doing some reps. "One.... Two.... Not so fast!" I called out. He laughed. The back door jiggled as a key was put into the lock. Oh, no. Three things seemed to happen simultaneously. First, Adam sat up on the weight bench to watch the door. Two, the door popped open and Danny's head poked inside, his eyes suddenly wide in surprise. Third, my stomach dropped into my shoes and I turned white as a sheet. The three of us stood there for a moment, looking at each other, not knowing what to say. "Dad?" Adam asked curiously. His voice snapped me out of my daze. "Oh, Adam," I said. "This is Danny! He lives in the house across the back-yard, the one on the other side of the rear gate. I made a deal with him so he can come over and use the weight set." I stepped over to the door and fully opened it, inviting Danny in. Danny stood there, uncertain of himself. I had never seen him so shy or so speechless. "Danny, meet my son, Adam. He's 10 and he's visiting his weekend. Did your mom not remind you about that today?" "Oh, uhhhhhhhh," he softly stammered, "I forgot to check my messages before I came over." We looked at each other, but in order not to begin a prolonged, uncomfortable silence, I looked at Danny and nodded him to go over and introduce himself. Half a second later, Danny got the hint and stepped toward Adam. "Hey, Adam, nice to meet you," he said. His tone was friendly, but he still looked a little shaken. It made me wonder what he had in mind when he came over in the first place. They exchanged a fist bump. "Hi, Danny," Adam smiled. Danny managed a thin grin. "Yeah, well," I coughed, "I had called your mom to have her remind you that my son would be visiting and that this weekend wouldn't be good for using the weights." "Do you do a lot of weight training, Danny?" my son asked. Danny nodded. "Yeah, I'm on the wrestling team at school, so I have to work out a lot." Adam looked up at me, "Dad, why can't Danny use the weights with us? It seems a shame for him to miss a workout just because I'm here." Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit -- I wasn't prepared for this. Right now, having Danny and my son interacting was potentially very dangerous. Danny had shown himself to be so unpredictable, and I didn't want him unleashing any of his attitude or cruelty around my son. But strangely, right now Danny looked a little shell-shocked. He was just looking at my son, with his head bowed slightly. Adam just looked at me waiting for an answer. As I was preparing a way to politely usher Danny home, it suddenly dawned on me that I could make the most of the situation and use this moment in my quest to get Danny to open up. "I think that's a great idea, Adam," I said with a smile. Danny's head snapped to me, shooting me a look of disbelief. "Danny has a lot of experience with free-weights, and I'm sure he knows quite a few exercises a beginner like you could do with the dumbbells." Danny coughed to clear his throat, "Um, yeah! I'm sure I could show Adam a few things!" The boys smiled at each other. To my own astonishment, the next thirty minutes were the most amazing I had experienced since I met the young auburn boy from next door. None of his trademark attitude, anger, or dismissiveness appeared. He didn't talk down to Adam, but showed him things patiently and answered all of his questions. Adam ate it up, and for good reason: it's one thing when your dad is showing you something new, but a whole other thing when its someone who is just a bit older but still young enough to be cool. It seemed after a few awkward moments in the beginning, Danny had relaxed and seemed to just be a kid. It's like he had turned into this whole other person! I didn't interfere, just contributed here and there and answered any questions. Adam asked Danny if he lived in the house with the pool, and Danny enthusiastically said he did, and that Adam should come some weekend during the summer and swim at his house. That got Adam even more excited, but my cautious parent-brain wanted to pull on the reigns a bit -- while he had been on his best behavior today, I didn't want to make any promises to my son that Danny couldn't keep. After about twenty minutes, I head my office phone go off in the other room. Shit, I had forgotten to forward it to voicemail. I would have to pop out into the office for a minute, leaving them unsupervised. I could only pray to God that Danny wouldn't do or say anything after I left that would terrify my boy. I excused myself and trotted through the house into the office to the get the phone. It was my project supervisor, who had wanted to check on a few things before the weekend. I stood in my office for ten minutes, anxiously taking notes as the project supervisor droned on, desperately distracted and worrying about what was happening the garage. Since his blackmail had begun, Danny loved to use Ethan to hurt me. Now having access to my son, would he try to hurt me using Adam? Making an excuse about leaving my son unsupervised, I concluded the call from my project supervisor and quickly strode through the living room and kitchen back to the garage. As I opened the door and joined the boys, I couldn't believe what met my eyes! Danny was laying back on the weight bench, but his knees were bent and his feet were firmly planted on the floor on either side. Between his legs, Adam was kneeling on the bench but had straightened himself rigidly, like a plank. Leaning over Danny with their fingers intertwined, Adam giggled as the teen underneath him was bench-pressing him in easy movements. Danny grunted in strain as he lifted Adam up, and then lowered him again. Their faces grew closer until their noses touched, and then Danny would push Adam away again. Seeing me reenter the room, Adam sat up and then came over to me with a great deal of pride in his voice, "Dad, did you see what me and Danny were doing?" I looked over at Danny who returned my look with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, champ!" I said, "You guys looked good! Did Danny show you a lot with the weights today?" "Oh yeah, it was great," he said, looking back to smile at Adam. "This was so helpful, Danny!" "No problem!" Danny said, sitting up on the bench. "I actually have to get home now, so I'll have to say bye. It was good meeting you, li'l brother!" From there, the boys did a "bro" hug (tapping their chests together while clapping the other's back), before Danny turned to the rear door. He looked at me with a gaze I didn't understand. "Thanks, Mr. Davis. See you Sunday!" he said casually before sweeping out into the back yard. The rest of the afternoon was spent working on Adam's homework (we always did it together on Friday afternoons so we wouldn't have to worry about it during our weekend visit). We had a home-cooked dinner and then spread out in the living room watching a few Marvel movies on Disney +. During the movie, Adam complained about some tightness in his arms, chest, and stomach, and I told him it was just his body recovering from a good workout. Before bed, I sent him for his shower, and as he was in the glass-enclosed tub, I brought in fresh towels from the laundry. He heard me come in and paid me no mind; we had always been very comfortable and casual around each other. In that moment, I took a moment to assess my boy. Through the frosted glass, I could see his silhouette as he soaped and washed himself, sliding the bar of soap across his stomach and dipping down to his crotch. He was growing up a lot, and in a few short years would hit puberty. He had a lean, wiry body but was always full of energy. I watched as he moved his hands to wash his lower back, and then seemed to wince in pain. "DAAAAD!" he shouted, forgetting I was still in the room. "Whaaaaaat?" I asked. "My arms hurt from the weights today, and I can't reach around. Can you soap my back?" I stepped over the tub and slid the glass door open. There he stood in the streaming shower, glistening wet, his 10-year-old body standing there unashamed. Handing me the soap, he turned his back to me. I took the bar and began to lather his back, slipping down in soapy froth to the tops of his hips. His buttocks were small and well-rounded, but still pretty lean and didn't have any bubble to them yet. "Can you reach your ass, or do you need me to wash that stinker, too?" "Just do everything so I can rinse off and get out of here. I'm tired." I ran my soapy fingers purposefully down across his ass, and then swooped down to get the back of his legs. Feeling his skin under my fingers made me think of Ethan and the passionate sex we had enjoyed together in that shower, and I felt a familiar tightness begin in my underwear. "Done!" I said, handing him back the bar of soap. He laughed as I closed the shower door, and left the bathroom. With everything that had happened in the last few months between me and Ethan, and now between me and Danny, I couldn't risk doing anything to sexualize my son. I would sooner cut my own throat than do anything that might harm him. He was way too young to understand those kinds of relationships anyway. Later that evening, I went to check on him. He lay in his bed in a fresh t-shirt and underwear, reading a book for school by the bedside lamp. I did my usual bit and just clomped over to him like Frankenstein's monster and tumbled onto his bed. "Ooof! Why are you always crushing me?" he groaned with exasperation. "Just preparing breakfast for tomorrow: smooshed Adam on toast," I joked. As usual, we did our little check in on the day, talking about his classes and friends and, of course, the hot topic today was Danny. "How come you never told me you lived next to a couple of boys my age," he asked. "Well, they are slightly older -- teenagers, you know. I was going to introduce you, its just our schedules have been wonky," I assured him. Adam went on a bit telling me about all the exercises Danny had shown him, and how fun it was when Danny bench-pressed him. That reminded me of what I had wanted to learn about from my absence. "So, what did you and Danny talk about when I was in the office?" "Just stuff. He told me about being on the wrestling team, and being a Boy Scout for a while, and the fun he had. He has an older brother -- have you met him?" My heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, I know him." "Its him and his brother and his mother, and apparently his father isn't around. Apparently, he left a few years ago. Danny said his mother made his daddy leave." Wait. What? "He told you that?" I asked. "That his mom made his dad leave?" "Yeah," Adam said casually, having no awareness of the importance of what he was saying. "He said they were fighting about his older brother, and his mother made his father leave. He was mad at his mom a long time about it, and then he realized it wasn't her fault." "Wasn't her fault?" I asked. "That's what he said," Adam yawned. "Anyway, I'm glad we're not like that. I know you and mom don't like each other very much anymore, but at least I get to see you every week. I'd miss you so much if I couldn't see you." I leaned over and kissed Adam on his forehead, "I would miss you very much, too. Goodnight, bedbug, get some sleep!" With that, we turned off his lamp and I tucked him in. I closed his bedroom door, went into my own bedroom, and prepared myself for bed. As I slid under the covers, my brain felt heavy about what I had just learned. In all our weeks spending time together, Carol had only ever said that her husband left them -- he just didn't come home one day. Foolishly, I assumed he had run off with another woman, or because in a moment of cowardice, he ran from supporting his family. Sometimes, I wondered if maybe Carol had asked him to go because he was a notorious drinker. But then why would Danny think it had anything to do with Ethan? And then there was Danny today and his friendly, generous interactions with my son. I had been so scared that Danny was going to say or do something that would intimidate or scare my son. Or worse, hint at the sexual relationship that had been growing between us over the last two weeks. But he behaved like a perfectly well-adjusted young man. I couldn't make heads or tails out of it -- at first, he was just this teenager with a bad attitude and an anger problem. Then he was this manipulative alpha-boy, dominating me and his brother. Then he was docile, eager, and begging for me to pleasure him. And NOW, he was this friendly, relaxed, fun-loving 13-year-old boy. This roller-coaster with him was so confusing, and infuriating, and intoxicating, AND maddening! If it took me the rest of my life, I was going to figure him out. Down to his nooks and crannies, I was going to unlock the puzzle behind Danny! And that's when I finally realized, late Friday evening, in the still and quiet of my dark bedroom, that I loved him. I was in love with Danny. mobius2021@protonmail.com - I have received so many wonderful emails from fans who have connected with Todd, Ethan, and Danny. I appreciate your support -- it keeps me writing! Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/