Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2021 02:49:41 +0000 From: Mobius Subject: The Brothers Next Door - 9 (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 Nine: I awoke in the early hours of the morning, groggy and disoriented. I was laying on soggy sheets with a mop of auburn hair curled up against my chest. Danny lay on top of me, his weight pressing uncomfortably against my chest and stomach. The bed around us was disheveled and thoroughly soiled, and the room was rank with the smell of semen, sweat, and ass. Checking the bedside clock, I saw it was 2:30 am. While I wanted to return the sleep, my hunger was now making me nauseous as I hadn't eaten a significant meal since lunch. In addition, I hadn't closed up the house or turned off the lights. I would need a few minutes to get settled before I could return to sleep. But I was reticent about moving or waking Danny up. It had been like a dream, and I hadn't wanted to wake up. If I woke Danny, would he revert back to some hardened, posturing bully? Would he be a more vulnerable and sensitive boy, like his brother? Or would he be something else entirely? During those moments we ravaged each other, he had no inhibitions. He threw himself into every position as we danced together in our lust, not usually the sign of an inexperienced lover. Had Danny been sexually active already? He certainly hadn't seemed like it, and his disdain for my and Ethan's gay lovemaking made it seem unlikely he had been with another male before. But my physical state necessitated my disturbing this 13-year-old middle-school wrestler in my arms. I would have to eat or I'd have bigger problems on my hands. "Danny," I whispered. "Son, I need to get up." I continued the role-play with him as my son, as he seemed to respond to me whenever I did it. He groaned lightly then weakly lifted his head, his auburn locks falling into his eyes. Beneath them I could see his smile. "Hey," he said. "Is it morning already?" "Not yet, sugar," I said. "But I desperately need to get up and pee. And eat. Can you move?" "Yeah," he mumbled. In a less-than-graceful roll off my belly, poking me sharply in my ribs, he tumbled to the mattress allowing me to sit up. I moved stiffly; at my age I probably should not have attempted fucking like I was still 20, but I regret nothing. I padded my way downstairs into the kitchen, and then through to the rear door in the garage, throwing the deadbolt. Returning to the kitchen, I drank a large glass of water before slapping together a turkey sandwich. I needed something to sit in my stomach so I could get through until breakfast. I stood in the kitchen, looking out of the window into the night's darkness, considering what had just happened. I honestly wasn't sure how much of last night's cathartic release had allowed Danny to see his version of past events with Ethan and his father was not realistic, but he had finally given himself over to the feelings he was struggling with. I honestly didn't know if this meant Danny was recognizing some gay or bisexual feelings, or if it was just how he needed to cope with the stress he was under. These conversations would take time, but I was thrilled that we could have those conversations together. Finishing my sandwich, I turned out the house lights and crept back upstairs. Returning to Adam's room, Danny was sprawled out snoring on the filthy bed. I thought we would best finish up the night with a change of venue and a larger bed, so I went over to shake his shoulder. He woke up surprisingly quickly, wondering "Huh?" "Hey, Danny, let's go to my bed. The sheets are dry." Perhaps not cleaner, as Ethan and I had fucked in them the night before, but they were in a great deal better shape than the ones on my son's bed. I might have to burn those now. Helping him up, I guided him over to my bedroom where I laid him down on the soft sheets. Walking through the hall, I could smell the pungent stink of his ripe sweat. If I wasn't so exhausted, I would have gotten aroused immediately. Climbing in the bed beside him, I made sure my alarm was set before curling up on my side. I didn't try to engage with Danny as he seemed passed out already, so I just settled in to go back to sleep. I had just about drifted away when I felt the bed move and suddenly his arm came around me and held me, becoming the big spoon in our position. It was nice. It seemed instantaneous that I awoke again, but this time a glimmer of dim sunlight was coming in through the bedroom windows. I was on my back, with Danny curled up against my side. His hand had reached over and was gently stroking my morning erection. I noticed the time on the clock was close enough to the alarm time anyway, so I just allowed him to continue. He must have sensed my waking, as Danny quietly greeted me. "Hey." "Hey, Danny," I yawned, reaching my arm around him and holding him to me. "You don't mind?" he asked, glancing down to his hand stroking at my erection. I shook my head. "Nah," I said. "You feel amazing. I only wish we had time to see it through all the way." "Huh," he said thoughtfully. He continued his ministrations until the alarm actually went off. With that, he removed his hand from my dick. He started to roll off the other side of the bed, but I held onto his arm. He glanced at me questioningly. "After everything that happened," I began. "I think we need to talk." His eyes dropped down and then he shook his head. I could see some dried patches of cum in his red hair. "Look, I know," he said plainly. "I know we have to talk. AND I have to go home and talk to my mother. And to be honest I can't deal with both of those conversations this morning. Can we put a pin in this one, and we can talk tomorrow?" He expressed a surprising degree of self-awareness and sincerity, which was surprising. I would have to get used to this non-defensive forthright Danny I had found. I nodded in response to his question. "Good," he sighed, yawning again. "Now, let's get up and shower. I have to get ready." He didn't slip off alone for a private shower, but pretty much commanded me to shower with him. Still the boss, still my alpha. I followed him, the both of us nude, into the bathroom where I started the shower. He adjusted the knobs so it would run really hot -- I guess just the way he liked it. He stepped in first, and then pulled me in behind him. After the uncomfortably hot water washed its way over our hair and skin, carrying away some of the grime from our passionate fucking the night before, Danny turned and looked up at me. Reaching up, he pulled me down and into another kiss. Despite my morning breath and the stale smell of a late-night turkey sandwich in my mouth, his tongue snaked into me wetly. As we kissed, I thought I could detect the stale flavor of our cum still lingering in his mouth. He pulled away, turned to face the shower, grabbed my soap, and starting to vigorously lather himself. After a moment, I stopped him and held his hand, taking the soap from him. Reaching around from my position behind him, I started washing him, running the bar over his deliciously smooth chest and stomach. As I sank lower, running the bar through his wiry pubes, he leaned back against me and whispered, "Do you think that's a good idea right now?" Despite my urge to continue, I knew that if I kept this up, I wouldn't stop, and we were both on a deadline today. Even still, Danny turned in my arms again and leant against my wet chest, cuddling in close. The hot water ran down his back and through the cleft of his perky ass cheeks. He grabbed the soap from me and set it in its cradle and then reached back with his own hand to lightly stroke and feel his (ahem) slightly used hole. Glancing over his shoulder, I saw him plunge his forefinger and middle finger into himself, as he had the night before. Pulling them out, I saw a beige glob of fluid plop from his smooth wet hole and slip down his leg and into the drain. Suddenly, he shut off the shower and stood there with his two sticky fingers held out and away from him so they would not be rinsed off. He smiled at me, opening the curtain and reaching for the towel I had set out for him. I stepped from the tub, giving him space to dry himself. His skin was blotchy red from the hot shower and he patted his neck and chest dry. But that devilish look lit up his eyes and after he made sure I was watching, he dropped the towel and smeared his cum-and-ass drenched fingers along his collar bone. It left a streak of slime across his body. Once his fingers had transferred the stickiness to his chest, he resume toweling off the rest of him. With the towel around my waist, I stepped up behind Danny, who was looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing my reflection for the first time that morning, I noticed that I looked like I had been in a fight. One shoulder had a bruise from where he punched me. My other shoulder had bite marks. My neck had a dark purple bruise from the hickey he had given me. And down my chest where ten red scratch marks running from my pecs to my stomach. My eyes must have looked shocked. "It's a good look for you," he said with a smirk. I shook my head and spanked his ass playfully. He let out a yelp of surprise. Slipping into Adam's bedroom, we surveyed the damage. The bed was wrecked, the sheets a soggy mess, a cumulative collection of our sweat and various loads. It looked like the moisture went clear through to the under sheet, which -- thank God -- I had been using as an emergency measure in case Adam had any bedwetting problems (he had some difficulty when he was seven and eight, but even after it seemed to resolve itself, I kept putting it on his bed just in case). Danny grabbed his clothes and put them on silently. Surprisingly, he just turned, grabbed his backpack from the floor, and went to leave. "Hey!" I exclaimed. He stopped, smiled guiltily, and then stepped back towards me. "Sorry. Old habits die hard," he said, then snaked his arms around me. His embrace was tight, but not uncomfortable. He pressed himself against me warmly and I held him close. His auburn hair came just to my nose, and I could still smell a trace of his unmistakable musk. He pulled away, "I have to go see mom now." "What are you going to do about Ethan?" I asked him. He stepped from me and inched to the door. "I ... I don't know. It's a lot to take in. I have to think about everything." He said, resigned. And that was it... no goodbye or see you later, he just strode out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and then out of the house. It was still early for me and I didn't have to log into work for a few more hours. I took the opportunity to pull what was left of the sheets from Adam's bed plus his blanket and comforter and brought them downstairs to my laundry room. As I waited for the machine to start filling, I took a deep sniff. You could smell semen everywhere. Danny's scent wasvall over them, plus my own more mature perspiration. Underneath, there was the trace of Adam. I loaded the bedding into the washer, set the cycle, and returned to the kitchen. I prepared myself a hearty breakfast as I still felt a little empty from the last 24 hours of activity. As I cooked my food, I reflected on how Danny had certainly put me on a roller-coaster ride over the past few days, but I had the feeling we were past our big hurdle. I'm not sure what he was feeling, but I was probably the first man in a long time he allowed himself to get close to. The misunderstandings between the two brothers had led to years of bad blood. I could only hope those two could reconcile and find a way forward. I would have to find a way, too, and figure out how to maintain a relationship with the two boys. Ethan had always been all heart, and we shared a deep physical affection. Despite being so much younger than myself, I could see a future relationship with Ethan after he had reached the important legal age of adulthood. Danny... well, I would guess I was a diversion for him. Not to minimize whatever important feelings or attachments he allowed himself to have with me, but I felt this was a mutual exploration of his lust and that, at any point, he would choose to discontinue what we were doing. Now that it was no longer a forced punishment on me, maybe he wouldn't be interested in making it continue. Not that I was eager to stop with Danny -- he had an animalistic passion I had never experienced. The way he so easily swiped my cum from his used ass and then licked his fingers -- or anointed his chest like he did this morning -- showed he had zero inhibitions. I wouldn't mind several more encounters like that, but where he had shown himself to be so sexually precocious and without inhibitions, I didn't want him to influence Adam. While I didn't think Danny would be mean or violent any more, I did worry about what he would choose to share with my son. I finished my breakfast and went upstairs. I cracked the windows in Adam's room, allowing the space to start airing out. The mattress liner felt only slightly damp, so I felt confident we hadn't corrupted the mattress itself. I cleaned up the pizza box and resumed getting ready for work. I logged in and worked straight through, finally able to accomplish my big code debugging project. That would make my Project Director happy even though I would be offline the following week. I did focus on completing a number of smaller objectives as well so that I had some good work karma building up for me. Suddenly, I was disrupted from my work fugue by a message on my phone. I couldn't believe it... it was Ethan's number! CAN YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND DOWNLOAD THE TELEGRAM APP? < > WELL, HELLO TO YOU, TOO! HOW ARE YOU TODAY? ITS SAFER IF WE CHAT ON TELEGRAM. MY USER NAME IS ETH69786. ONCE YOU ARE SET UP, SEND ME A MESSAGE "BANANA" AND I'LL KNOW ITS YOU. < How mysterious! I knew what Telegram was, but I had never thought to use it before. I felt stupid - it would have allowed us to keep in touch even while Danny had blocked my number from Ethan's phone. I set myself up on Telegram, and messaged Ethan as he requested. THANKS! I JUST WANTED US TO CHAT WITHOUT WORRYING ANYMORE :) < > OF COURSE. I FEEL STUPID FOR NOT THINKING OF IT FIRST. I'M AT LUNCH. CAN I CALL YOU QUICKLY? < > YES Only a moment seemed to pass when he rang through on my voice line. I quickly picked up. "Hi, Ethan. I'm happy we can talk again. I'm guessing Danny let go of your phone." "Yeah," Ethan said, behind him the sounds of other kids from school. "He did it this morning. We all had a talk after he got home. After everything was said, he wouldn't talk to me, but then did something on my phone and suddenly your number was back." "Do you think you guys can move past all this?" "I hope so," Ethan said quietly. "I'd kind of like to have a brother again. But, can I ask you something?" "Yes, you know you can ask me anything." "It's just... did anything happen last night when he stayed over?" There was a note of curiosity -- or concern -- in his voice. I had to judge whether Ethan had made conclusions that were making him jealous. "I think that's a conversation that we could best have face to face, not over the phone. Do you want to come over after school to talk about it?" "Can't. Mom wants us both home right after school -- I think after everything that's happened, she wants us to have some concentrated family time for a while," he said. "But I just ask because he came home really different. Like, relaxed." "We talked. A lot," I said. Which was mostly true -- Danny raged and I listened. "Cool. Well, before I go, I should warn you mom wants to call. Something about getting together this weekend. Its Danny's birthday." His birthday?! I had often wondered when Danny's was, but until our exchange last night, I never thought he would have told me. "Oh?" "Mom would like it if we could all do something, and she wants Adam to come, too." "I'm sure Adam would love to meet everyone and see Danny again," I said. "I'll keep an eye out for your mom's call." We said our goodbyes over the phone, but shortly after we hung up, my Telegram pinged. I opened it, and there was a picture of Ethan's cock sticking out from his jean as he stood in front of a urinal. He must be giving me a show in the boy's room at school. I texted back a drooling-mouth emoji. The rest of the day was uneventful. Probably my first boring day since Danny had discovered me and his brother and started blackmailing us. After last night, I assumed the blackmail was no longer in effect, but it would be one of the many things we would be discussing when I saw him again. There was much to resolve, but I kept feeling hopeful that everything in that family would be on the mend. After work that evening, I cooked a light dinner of salmon and rice, and then worked to prepare the house. I would be picking my son up from school the next day, and I wanted to make sure everything was straightened up and that none of the rooms reflected any of the turbulence me and the boys had gone through. I fixed Adam's bed with the fresh linens and vacuumed the carpeting, but decided I would leave the windows cracked overnight. God, what would my son think if he could have guessed what I had done with Danny in his room? I went to bed at 10 and fell asleep easily. However, after slipping into the darkness, I soon found myself awake again. A body was pressed against me in the dark. Since yesterday, I could no longer assume which of the boys would be cuddled against me -- but only one of them still had my house key. "Danny, is that you?" "Yeah," he whispered in a low voice. "I wanted to talk." I glanced at my clock, "You wanted to talk to me at 2 in the morning?" "Well, I know you'll be busy with Adam tomorrow," he said. "And I didn't want to put this off too long." I sighed, and reached over the grab the lamp switch, but Danny stopped by arm. "No, lets talk in the dark," he said. "I will be easier for me if I can't see you." Curious. I pulled my arm out from my covers and put it around his shoulder. He squeezed up to my side. Danny talked about the conversation he had with his mother and Ethan that morning about why his father had left. Unlike Ethan, he wasn't shocked or upset to learn his mother had known of their dad's whereabouts during the divorce process. But it was still hard to accept that Ethan had acted the way he had in order to protect Danny; it still felt as if he was pushing their father away for selfish reasons. Ethan also openly discussed with Danny and his mom that after everything he had experienced in the years since his father, he was most likely gay and was scared that the incident around their father's departure would affect whether he would be accepted. Danny said their mom hugged the life out of him and said it didn't matter to her one bit. Then, she asked if Ethan had feelings for me. "She said what?!" I gasped in the dark room, my heartrate doubling. Had Carol somehow discovered us? If Danny had, then should we be so shocked that their mother had deduced the same? "Yeah," Danny chuckled. "Eeth and I looked at each other when she said that. But then she seemed to backtrack and said it wasn't any of her business but hoped that the boys or men he fell in love with were worthy of him." "What did you say when Ethan came out?" I felt Danny shrug next to me, "Nothing. I mean, I have enough conflicted feelings about Ethan right now, the gay thing is just not really on my radar. I mean, I'm hardly surprised after everything that's happened." "Yeah," I agreed, "we have to talk about that." Danny sighed, "Yeah. I dunno -- I guess I've always just been competitive and a sore loser. I go crazy and start doing wild stuff when I think I'm going to lose to anyone, especially Ethan. I've always felt in his shadow, especially since the time he drove our dad away..." "He didn't drive your dad away, though." I interjected. "Well, yeah, I'm getting that now, but that's how it felt for all those years," he said. Danny continued to talk about living with his older brother, who always seemed to be liked more and was able to talk to people so easily. A part of Danny always felt a little insecure, and it made him standoffish when meeting new people. It had been that way for a while, and then he joined Scouts. He liked having a thing that was his own, and he made friends easily. But then their Assistant Scoutmaster, Craig, started paying more and more attention to him. Danny loved it -- it made him feel acknowledged and validated. Being older, Craig naturally provided an adult male figure that Danny had been missing. For the first time, Danny thought he might be able to get close to and trust an adult man again. He ate it up when Craig started touching Danny through his uniform pants during small, private moments together and only hoped that more would happen. But then Ethan came to the Jamboree and Craig seemed to lose all interest in Danny. Ethan drew him in with his flirtatious, natural charm and before the weekend was over, Danny had discovered Ethan had snuck off to share a tent with Craig. When he learned that, he felt like he was reliving the same rejection and abandonment he felt about his dad. He got so angry about Craig that he started misbehaving at Boy Scouts and got himself kicked out. Danny got into a pattern of acting out whenever he got angry or felt threatened, and it would bring turmoil to his brother and their mother. Part of him liked making them miserable, as he was tired of feeling so alone in his unhappiness. But mostly, he was just tired of feeling that way. By the time I had moved in, he admitted he was very wary of meeting me or getting to know me. He felt guarded and believed if he attempted to make friends, his brother would just swoop in. And, as the weeks passed, he suddenly noticed that indeed, his brother seemed to be sneaking out a lot and appeared to be coming to and from my house. Finding us together only confirmed what he already believed, and that's when he snapped. "I just wanted to make you both scared and miserable, like I had been for so long. I didn't think it was fair that Ethan had screwed up everything up for me and could then just go and fall in love. Well, you already know what I did to punish you both. I was way madder at you. First, for falling for Ethan's little petty tricks, and then for trying to manipulate me into surrendering the game." "You just wanted a man to care about you as much as you though they cared about Ethan," I concluded. "But I'm surprised you went sexual with it. I never would have thought you were gay." "I'm not, at least I don't think I am," Danny said. "I did it mostly to make you feel degraded and humiliated. Since Ethan used sex to bring you pleasure, I would use it to bring you pain." "That's some Marquis de Sade shit right there, Danny," I sighed. "You are way too smart for a 13-year-old." "Who?" "I'm sure you'll learn about the Marquis de Sade when you are older," I said. I sure as shit wasn't going to give him a primer about that individual's philosophies of sexuality and power. Danny didn't need the help. "You surprised me, Todd," Ethan said. "I honestly thought you were only tolerating me so you could get back to Ethan. I was trying to push you so hard you would run like all the other men, but you just kept welcoming me back. At first, I thought you were some nutbag, but that wasn't it. You actually said that... said that..." "... I love you." I finished his sentence. I heard Danny sigh, but I couldn't tell if it was from trepidation or relief. "Does that mean you and Ethan aren't... well, you don't love him?" he asked. "Cuz I don't know if I can give you what Ethan does." It was my turn to sigh, and I wondered if Danny would do as well understanding such adult complexities as Ethan did when we discussed the nature of our illicit relationship. "I do love you, Danny. And, I love Ethan. I love you both in very different ways because you are both very different people. But I desperately and sincerely want you both to be happy and fulfilled. I want only good for you and your brother, and it honestly has nothing to do with sex. I would still love you both passionately even if neither of you touched me again, because I love who you are -- not what you can do for me." Danny was silent for a moment before he continued, "I couldn't think of a better revenge on my brother than making someone fall out of love with him and choose me instead, but I guess now it wouldn't be very fair. Besides, I don't know if I could ever be your boyfriend like Ethan wants." "Fair enough," I said, remembering back to the conversation we had on Tuesday before he bolted from the house, "but we could just be good friends. And if you wanted to be friends with fringe benefits..." "What's that?" "Friends who have sex together, but it's not romantic or dating," I explained. "That sounds more my style," he chuckled. With that, he seemed to creep onto my body and lean towards my face. I caught his lips with mine and we kissed tenderly for several minutes. When he broke away, I could see him thinking for a moment. "I think I like kissing you better when you taste like my cum," he chuckled. I reach up and pushed his face away from me, making him slip down to my side. "Listen, Danny, I appreciate how honestly you've talked about what you've been through," I began, "but with everything that's happened, we need to set some boundaries. Like, with Adam. When he's here, I need to know you aren't going to bring up anything about us, or me and Ethan. Or do the whole daddy-son talk. He's too young to understand, and everything that's happened between us is very, very illegal." "Yeah, I get it," he said exasperated. "First you tell me I'm too smart for a 13-year-old, then you treat me like I must be the biggest fucking moron in the world. I swear: I won't bring up anything about us, or you and Ethan. Okay?" "So, have you been in touch with him over email? What do you talk about? He's not supposed to have an email account." "Well, I can't help you there -- I don't know how he got one. But we've just chatted casually about school, movies, music, and television shows. He's asked me a few weight-lifting questions. Adam and I are cool." I took a deep breath, and braced myself to ask the big $10,000 question. "And, Danny, what are your intentions with the blackmail photos? Or videos? Or whatever you took?" Danny seemed to grow quiet and even pulled away from my slightly. Did I sense shame? What had he done?? "Danny? You didn't send..." "NO!" he said loudly, breaking the still of the bedroom. "Actually... it's just... um... well... I never took any pics." Wait. What? "Are you telling me that everything over the last two weeks was based on ... a lie?" I asked incredulously. Danny just sighed, "I told you -- I do some crazy shit when I'm angry. I hadn't thought of it until after I started fucking Ethan's ass, but I figured you guys wouldn't know the difference anyway." I turned to face him on the bed, "Oh my God! Do you have ANY fucking clue what you've put us through? I spent the last two weeks terrified I would be taken away from my son! And Ethan's poor ass -- the way you raw-dogged him constantly. Fuck, Danny!" "I'm honestly surprised you never called my bluff," Danny mused. "The only photos I took were the two from the night I came over and fucked you when you were passed out on sleeping pills. But I never would have used those -- I just would have gotten myself into trouble." I couldn't believe the little shit! All this time -- the threat behind all of the manipulation, the forced sexual encounters, and the degradation was all just a mirage! And he didn't sound one bit regretful or sorry. I started to laugh, partly in relief and partly in the foolishness of the whole charade we played out. Danny looked at me strangely as he slipped off the other side of the bed to leave. We had been talking for 45 minutes, and we both had a full day tomorrow. "Look," he said, standing in my dark bedroom, "I'm not going to give you a line of bullshit about being sorry about what I did, because I'm not. I kind of like the way things turned out in the end. It sounds like the worst thing I did to you was make you worry constantly about a situation you couldn't control anyway. That's your problem, Todd -- you can't control life, so why waste your life worrying about the stuff you can't control? I mean, you were so terrified about the consequences if people found out you were fucking my brother, but did it stop you? No! So don't be a hypocrite -- either stop doing the shit that is freaking you out, OR just let it go and enjoy it with no regrets. If I could make you understand ONE thing, that would be it." I couldn't fucking believe he just laid that on me at quarter to three in the morning. I was speechless for a moment, but when I turned to argue with him about the ends not justifying the means, he was already gone. That boy... I would have to put a bell around his neck so I could hear his comings and goings. The next day went quickly. I felt fortunate that I had completed a huge chunk of my work objectives and so most of my work day was just tidying things up and lining up the work I would start on when I returned the next Friday. I finished straightening Adam's room, feel sufficiently comfortable that the smell from my activities this week had been thoroughly aired away. Before I knew it, I was once again walking into Adam's school. It was a mild spring day, so I walked in wearing my jacket. As I maneuvered my way down the corridor towards the Principal's office, I tucked my hands in my pockets and felt a piece of fabric inside. Confused, I pulled it out and my head spun as I realized it was Adam's underwear -- the pair I had picked up from Danny's bedroom floor. The pair that was crusty with several of Danny's dried loads of cum. I had totally forgotten I was still carrying these... and in the middle of a school! "Hey, Mr. Davis!" I heard a voice behind me. I turned, shoving the material back into my pocket as I faced Sandra, the office receptionist, heading towards the Principal's office as well. "Have Adam again this weekend? Any special spring vacation plans?" We chatted our way into the office, and there I sat, waiting for the final bell. Sandra appeared to have the written instructions from my wife and my brother the lawyer, so there was no concern about my irregular visit. She actually handed me a second bag they were safekeeping in the office -- extra provisions for his stay during the week. Just like last week, as the final bell rang out, the hallways around the office were instantly a hurricane of children's footsteps, banging lockers, and screaming voices. In the midst of the cacophony, Adam stepped into the office, strode up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing himself against my stomach and chest. "You ready for vacation week?" I asked. "Yeah!" he said. "I'm kinda glad I didn't have to go with mom and John. Now we can hang out and go to the zoo and the museum, and I'll have plenty of time to use the weights!" "Yeah? Show me what you've got!" Adam posed and flexed his bicep. And, much to my surprise, there was a little bulge coming in there. I congratulated him as we collected his stuff and headed to the car. As Adam got into the passenger seat, I went to the trunk to put his backpack and vacation bag away. As I closed the lid to the trunk, I checked my jacket and became instantly panicked. The underwear -- they were gone! Dear God, I must not have tucked them away firmly enough and they fell out of my pocket in the school! If they were found, could they be identified? Could they be traced to Adam or me?? I debated running back to the school to backtrack our steps -- but there were so many people still around, it would be too suspicious. And Adam was waiting for me. As I hopped into the driver's seat, I decided that it wasn't worth the risk and we'd just have to pretend the underwear never existed! Forty minutes later, we were at my house with the garage door closing behind us. That afternoon, we settled him in. In the spare bag that had been kept in the school's office, Brenda had sent along Adam's PS5 and laptop, so I had to take about 20 minutes to hook everything up in Adam's bedroom, making sure he was well connected to the Wi-Fi. And for some reason, despite having a practically full wardrobe at my house, Adam had also brought extra clothes from his other bedroom and he was now tucking them into his dresser. At about 4:30, I told Adam as a special treat we would be getting pizza delivered, which never failed to excite him, but I also reminded him that we would be going to the grocery story the next day to get the food we would need for the week. I tended to eat better when I was cooking for Adam, so I didn't like to rely on restaurants and take-out. As we were planning what we were going to order, I heard a knock at the back door. Curious, I walked over and as I opened the door, I was surprised to see Danny and Ethan, together! "Hey, Mister Davis. Hey, Adam!" Danny greeted us happily, as if the entire week of drama between us had never happened. "Is it okay if I use the weights? I kind of got off my schedule this week and I want to get back on." "Oh, uh, sure Danny!" I said. "Dad, can I get changed and do weights with Danny?" Adam eagerly asked. I glanced over at the boys, who seemed to be waiting for my lead. "Well, hold on, Adam... don't be rude. Come and meet Ethan, Danny's brother." I said, turning my son to the older boy. "Adam, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is my son, Adam!" "Hey," Adam smiled. Ethan offered his fist and the boys bumped. "Hey, little man," Ethan smiled. "Your dad talks about you all the time. I'm glad to meet you after so long! I hear you are visiting us for the week?" Adam nodded, "Yeah, I have spring break so me and dad are gonna chill." "Netflix and chill, my favorite," Danny spoke up. With Adam facing Ethan, I took the opportunity to shoot Danny a threatening glare. "So, dad, can I work out with Danny?" Given we were in the house and things with Danny had certainly become less threatening, I couldn't think of a legitimate reason they couldn't exercise together. I gave my consent, and Adam was off like a shot to his bedroom. Once he was up the stairs, I brought my voice low. "Remember what we talked about, Danny, okay? Keep it cool around Adam. I'm asking you." He looked at me with annoyance, hissing "I already told you I would. I promised I wouldn't bring anything up." Ethan just looked back and forth at us curiously, before Adam came bounding into the kitchen in his exercise t-shirt and shorts. "Well, why you are guys are hitting the gym back there, I need to talk to Mr. Davis about that stuff our mom wanted to know." Danny smiled and nodded, and Adam just proceeded into the garage. Once the boys were gone and the door was closed, Ethan turned and stepped right up to me. "Can I talk to you?" he asked quietly. I smiled and nodded, expecting him to share a secret with me. But instead, he turned and walked into the living room and before I could catch up to him, he was bounding up the stairs to the second floor. I followed him quickly, right into my bedroom. As I stepped into my room, he closed the door behind me before stepping right up against me again. He pulled at my arms and guided them around his waist. "Ethan! We can't ... not with Adam downstairs," I said. He just shook his head. "Don't worry, Danny's watching him. They'll be busy for 20 minutes, but I really do need to talk to you." "Yeah?" "Did mom call you?" "No, not yet." "She just got busy," Ethan explained, "but she wanted me to let you know that we're having a little thing for Danny's 14th birthday tomorrow. She's actually got the pool cleaned up and ready to go, so we can have a little family pool party." "It's hardly summer!" "Eh, it's heated. We'll be fine!" Ethan smiled. "With everything that's happened this week, mom would just really like it if you and Adam could come and we can try to have a normal, happy family party for once." I chuckled, "I'm not family." Ethan looked at me shocked, "Of course you are!" Despite my previous inhibitions about having Adam in the house, when Ethan said that I had to lean in and kiss him deeply. That was all the permission he needed, as he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me powerfully in return. After a few minutes, I pulled away from his insatiable mouth. "So how have things been since the big talk?" Ethan gazed up into my eyes as he answered, hanging off my neck. "Yeah, it was a hard talk but it ended really well, I think. Mom talked a lot to Danny about everything that happened with Dad and how he left. I talked about what it was like for me back then, and actually without planning on it, I confessed that I was gay. I was scared, but mom reacted really, really well. She didn't look too surprised, so she must have already suspected something. After I told her, guess what? She actually asked if I was in love with you! Can you believe it?" I shook my head, "Your mom is a smart cookie, and I'm concerned what she might suspect. Apparently, you and I are not the masters of subtlety... Danny figured it out, and your mother seems to sense something. We have to be really careful -- we're going to be neighbors for a long time." Ethan just rolled his eyes at me, "My favorite worry-wort." He leaned in and kissed me again, and if I had any greater willpower, I would have pulled away. But I couldn't. The eager softness of his lips pressing against mine, the tease of his familiar tongue, made all my resistance melt away. It occurred to me that this is what Danny had explained to me last night: here I was so anxious we were going to be discovered, but I so easily allowed myself to be taken over by this 16-year-old's passionate touch. I was putty in his hands, and all this self-flagellation over our sexual relationship hadn't changed a thing. I was punishing myself, but I struggled to understand what for. This time, it was Ethan who gently pulled away before slowly sinking down onto his knees, his long runner's legs stretched out behind him. Looking up at me adoringly, his hand reached up and cupped my package inside my khakis. I let a quiet groan escape my lips. "You did it," he said. "You said to trust you, and I did, and you made everything better with Danny. We can be together as much as we want now." His hands and fingers groped my quickly stiffening cock still cradled in my underwear. I gasped, my lust quickly rising. Leaning forward, he rubbed his face against the fabric of my crotch, feeling the heat of my erection. Sitting back on his haunches, his hands were adept at reaching up to unclasp my belt, popping open my button and pulling down my fly. With no awkwardness, he pulled my pants wide open and then pulled them and my underwear down my legs. The scent of my cock and balls, only just sweaty enough from a day's worth of activity, wafted into the room. Ethan knelt close to me again, pressing his face against my pubes and the long, thick shaft of my cock. A drop of my precum smeared gently onto his forehead. Without wasting another moment, Ethan grabbed my shaft and pulled it out straight before him. Pursing his lips, he began to kiss his way up my cock until he got to the head, where he allowed his tongue to unfurl and licked at it hungrily. I could see strands of my precum being swiped up, leaving thin trails to his mouth before quickly breaking. Taking a satisfied sigh, Ethan brough his lips over my piss slit and easily took me into his mouth. How I missed this. How I missed his touch. He seemed to desire every aspect of me. Wetly, his mouth steadily worked its way up and down my steely dick, making little grunting and groaning noises as he fed on me deeply. The waves of his pleasure radiated from my crotch through my body as I stood there a few feet from the bed as Ethan made love to my cock slowly and deliberately. He knew exactly how to bring me to the edge and keep me there: he would alternate between giving a hard, tight suction on my dick followed by slurping at me with the wet, soft purse of his tongue, lips, and cheeks. Feeling his lips and tongue on me was bliss, and my only regret is that we didn't have time for me to fuck him long and hard like I wanted to. Like we had on Tuesday night. My head spun and I lost a little of my balance, my knees becoming slightly weak. Ethan reached up and grabbed my ass cheeks firmly, holding me in place against him as he started to ramp up the speed. It seemed within minutes he had achieved a steady pace of thrusting himself onto my cock and into his throat. Ethan was well experienced at this point and unless we were doing something exceptionally energetic, he no longer choked or gagged taking me into his throat. I could feel the mucous at the back of his throat become churned into a light froth as it mixed with my dripping precum. As Ethan squeezed my ass, taking me faster and deeper into his mouth and throat, his eyes becoming red and tearful with his determined efforts, I could feel myself quickly tumbling over the precipice. "Ethan... baby... I'm going to cum..." I gasped gently. This only spurred him on, taking me even deeper, unwilling to risk losing a single drop of me. Before I could take my next breath, I felt everything inside me just boil over. My head thrown back, my orgasm washed over me as I felt pulse after pulse of my juices rush through my cock and into Ethan's throat. He gulped noisily, relishing his long-sought treat. His tongue danced against me, urging more and more from my head. I felt light headed and finally, against my will, my knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor. I knelt there before my love, suddenly eye to eye. I grabbed him and shoved my mouth against his. I wanted to taste the flavor of my cum in his mouth and on his tongue. Gently, we leaned back until we lay on the carpeted floor, me over my beautiful lover, kissing long and passionately. In this position, we were close to the bedroom door and I glanced up. I discovered the door had not been fully closed and was cracked open just enough so that I could see movement outside the room, which then quickly dashed away. I plucked myself from Ethan, the vulnerability of our position suddenly snapped into focus and the dread of discovery weighed down upon me. "We should get dressed," I gasped. "I think it's a good idea to check on the boys." mobius2021@protonmail.com Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/