Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2015 13:24:02 +0100 From: DS Subject: New life with Denholm-Submission 2 Hello everyone, if you're reading this I'm guessing you liked the first submission, so thanks for continuing to read. I will try to write as much material as I can, however I have limited time to do so. Please don't forget to donate to Nifty to ensure this wonderful site remains open and free to use for people such as yourselves. Thanks again. In the last chapter, Denholm had moved into the house with James and his dad. He had spent his first night, and already had developed a friendship with his new adopted brother. As we reached the kitchen I noticed a note on the kitchen table. This was usually the way my dad and I communicated, as both of us regularly visit the kitchen to make tea or coffee etc. The note simply said that he'd gone out to work and would be back at about five o'clock. He then went on to ask if I could make breakfast and lunch for Denholm and make sure he was settling in. This was fine with me, I was pretty good at cooking, having made my own meals regularly since my mother left. I figured I would make something that Denholm wanted, to make him feel as comfortable as possible. "So, it looks like I'm making your food today. Anything in particular that you fancy for breakfast sir?" I said with a strong British accent, my hand behind my back, imitating a butler. "So I've got a new brother and a new servant?" He said, a smile emerging from his face. He carried on the act by responding in the same accent, "How about pancakes?" "Of course, Sir." I said, nearly ruining the act with a muttered laugh at the end of my response. So I began making his food while he sat on the raised breakfast table, staring out of the window to his left. He noticed the swimming pool and immediately his eyes lit up, exposing even more of those pure blue circles. He then switched to a rather dejected look as he said, "I haven't got any swimming shorts." "Don't worry." I said, we can get some for you later when we go into town. He looked relieved at this, and glanced back at me, pouring the mixture into the frying pan. As I waited for the mixture to heat up, I turned around and asked, "so what are you into? Sports, games, anything like that?" Trying to start a real conversation. "I like football, but I don't play a lot." He responded. "Do you support a team?" I asked, hoping for the next answer to be Manchester United. I couldn't have been more wrong, as he smiled and said, "Manchester City. I saw your United posters on your wall though, wrong choice there." He said, his smile turning into a brief chuckle. I jokingly turned my nose up at him, and said, "looks like someone's not getting breakfast now." He laughed and then admitted, "I'm joking, of course I support United. I went to a match once with my dad, but he ended up fighting with another man so we had to leave early." This didn't surprise me, given the brief knowledge of his dad, I didn't think a fight in front of his son was beyond him. I tried to change the subject from his dad and said, "Well, I suppose you can have something to eat now. " He smiled, then began to devour his pancakes as soon as I placed the plate on the table. He finished within minutes, so I told him to go upstairs and get ready to go out. He did so, as I picked up and ate a cold slice of pizza that my dad had left in the refrigerator. I had forgotten to make myself something to eat in the effort to please Denholm. By the time we left the house, it was ten o'clock. You have to be seventeen in England to drive, meaning me and Denholm would have to get the bus into town. On the way to the bus stop, I showed him the village, the local park and eventually his new school, which I also attended. He would be in year 9, I would be in 12 which is the first year of sixth form. He was one of the older kids in his year, and I was actually one of the youngest. Of course Denholm had no money, so I had to pay for his fare on the bus into town. I didn't really care about this, I had my own share of my grandmas inheritance which I had never really touched. I figured I would treat him today, buy him some stuff if he wanted anything. We reached the large shopping centre in the middle of town and I told him if he saw anything then he just had to ask me and I would pay for it. Firstly we went to this clothes shop, to find some swimming shorts for him. He immediately found some he liked, along with some goggles that I suggested he should get. As we left the shop, we bumped into one of my friends from school, Jack. I say one of my friends, in truth he was my best friend. We'd known each other since we were young. "Alright James." "Alright," I paused, I looked down at Denholm and said, "This is my friend, Jack. You'll see him from time to time." I then looked at Jack and gave him the 'I'll explain later' look, and said "this is Denholm. He's living with me and my dad now, my new little brother." And with that comment, Denholm blushed and smiled, looking down at the floor. "Alright bud." Jack said, holding out his fist. Denholm timidly touched Jack's knuckles then retreated again. "Anyway, we'd better be off." I said, noticing Denholm feeling a little uncomfortable. "See you later mate." Jack said, as he walked off. I asked Denholm if he was ok, and he nodded, then said, "it feels good when you call me your brother," I ruffled his hair then we walked on back to the bus stop, although this time we caught a different bus. Denholm looked at me with a confused expression but stayed quiet. When we got off the bus, we were directly outside of Old Trafford, the home stadium of Manchester United. I looked at him and smiled, "you sure you're a United fan?" "Yeah?" He said, his expression remaining confused. "Come on then." I said, walking towards the box office where you can buy tickets. I walked up to the lady at the counter, and asked for the form to fill out for season tickets. "Could I have two please? one for my brother as well." He looked up in disbelief, as I handed the woman roughly £600 for the two tickets. I had to fill out the information, and weirdly I realised I didn't know Denholm's surname. Embarrassingly, I asked him, "Rogerson." He said, the lady looking at us strangely, having just been told that we're brothers. She simply shrugged and carried on. As we left, for the third time in the space of two days, Denholm hugged me tightly, not needing to say anything. "You're welcome." I said, warmly smiling at him. "Come on, let's get back home." He nodded, as we began to walk together back to the bus stop. We grabbed a sandwich from the local bakery on the way home for lunch, then eventually got back to the house. I could tell what he would ask next, as we walked through the kitchen with the shopping, past the window with the view of the pool. He looked at me knowingly, and simply said, "well..?" I nodded and told him to get changed, and without another word, he began to strip off into his swimming shorts. I didn't know what to do with myself at this point, as he took his shirt off, then his shoes and socks and eventually his shorts. He seemed to stop at this point, as he noticed me looking in his direction. I was trying not to make it obvious, but apparently I failed to do so. I felt rather embarrassed, looking away, but before I could start walking he said ,"it's fine." as he pulled off his underwear, smiling at me. I couldn't help but look. He wasn't sporting a boner like yesterday, but his dick seemed to hang about an inch less in its softness. He was uncircumcised, as was I, and I noticed a slight fuzz of hair above his shaft. The rest was completely smooth. His balls were propping up his member nicely, and hung at equal length. I'd rarely seen another guys package before, but it's safe to say I enjoyed this one. The moment only lasted so long, as he pulled on his new swimming shorts, still looking into my eyes. Embarrassed, I blinked several times and headed upstairs to get my own swimming shorts. I needed a few minutes to let my own dick relax, with images of Denholm still fresh in my mind. After a few minutes, I returned downstairs to find him already soaking in the pool outside. I jumped in next to him, causing a huge splash, soaking his face and blonde hair. We both laughed at this and began splashing each other, wrestling and swimming away. Suddenly he was submerged in the water and I genuinely had no idea where he was. Until a few moments later I was pulled under from behind, with Denholm's legs wrapped around my waist, his body pressed firmly against my back. If I wasn't mistaken, I could feel something pushing against my lower back- again Denholm had a boner, and he made no effort to hide it. I wondered why he always seemed to bone up when around me, was this boy actually attracted to me? It seemed strange to think such a thing, so I immediately ignored the thought and again put it down to him being a horny little shit all the time. I picked him up from behind by the underside of his arms and threw him over my head, causing him to do a somersault. He emerged and shouted, "that was fucking amazing." I was bemused by this language having not heard him swear before, but thought little of it. We both laughed and messed around for a few more minutes before pulling ourselves out of the pool in exhaustion. He was still pretty hard by the look of the tent in his shorts, and I soon noticed that I was too. Mine was a little more obvious, just shy of seven inches when in this state. He noticed this before I did and smiled, looking down at me with a menacing grin. "Enjoy it that much?" He laughed. I smiled back while blushing, covering myself up with a towel. We then went back inside to dry off properly and get changed. He surprised me again by stripping off his shorts at the door and running up the stairs in front of me, giving me the complete pleasure of his naked behind. I followed him, appreciating the beautiful bubbles bouncing before my eyes. As I changed into some shorts and a shirt, I couldn't help but feel like I'd achieved something with Denholm. Only yesterday he was too shy to even get out of the car and meet my dad an I, and now he was perfectly happy to show off his naked body to me. (Something I didn't particularly mind.) Even I couldn't do that. It seems like all he needed was to feel like a part of the family to be himself, and I was rather proud of myself for making that happen. It did occur to me, however, that he was still nervous around other people, like Jack today when they met. And I also thought of how he'd only really seen my dad once, and didn't say a word to him. Come to think of it, I was the only person that he'd really opened up to. This almost brought a tear to my eye as I thought about it. Nevertheless, it was about 4 o'clock, and my dad would be home in about an hour. I knocked on Denholm's door and asked if he was ready. He said he was so I went in, noticing his cases were still very much full. "Why don't we unpack your clothes, that way you'll feel more at home?" I said. "Ughh, alright." He muttered. So we began to neatly fold his clothes into the draws, hang some in the wardrobe and put his shoes on the shoe rack on the back of his door. There wasn't that much stuff in his cases in truth, it didn't look like his parents had bought him much. "Is this everything?" I asked, confused. He then looked back at me, with a more serious look on his face. "I didn't bring anything that my dad bought me. Everything here was from my mum." I mentally kicked myself for bringing up this topic again, but simply said, "looks like we're going to have to go shopping again." He smiled appreciatively and said, "you don't have to buy me so much stuff, I don't mind." "Nonsense." I said, "I don't mind either." In truth, I rather liked treating him, it made me feel good knowing he was happy. By the time we'd finished unpacking his clothes and putting his suitcases up in the attic, it was nearly 5 o'clock, and I heard my dads car approaching the house. He must have finished early, I thought. Denholm again seemed uncomfortable at the thought of seeing my dad, and looked up at me expectantly. "I know my dad may seem distant, but he's a good man. You don't have to worry about him. You know it was his idea to take you in?" I said reassuringly. This seemed to help slightly, although I think the image of a father to him was somewhat different to the norm. Seconds later, my dad entered, closing the heavy door behind him. We walked downstairs to say hello. I didn't normally do this, but I wanted to try and get Denholm and my dad to communicate in some way, a difficult task given the stubbornness of the two. "Alright lads," my dad said, raising his eyebrows. "How'd you two get on today?" And before I could answer and to my surprise, Denholm replied, "really good, we went shopping and James bought me a season ticket for Man United and some swimming shorts so we could go swimming." My dad seemed as surprised as I did at this sudden outburst, and smiled, "sounds good, although he should have got you a Manchester City season ticket." Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my dad was a City supporter, and has been all his life. Denholm shook his head and emulated the response I have him earlier, jokingly turning his nose up at my dad. We all laughed before my dad asked, "what do you two want for dinner then?" "Ask the servant." Denholm smiled, giving me a knowing look. "He's off duty." I said, reverting back to the British accent. My dad smiled and rolled his eyes, he seemed happy that Denholm was talking and joking around. "How about I make a nice lasagne?" He said after a brief pause. "Sounds good." I said, after seeing Denholm nod. And with that, my dad disappeared to the kitchen, while Denholm followed me to the second floor, where I kept my Xbox. We played FIFA for about an hour until my dad called for us to eat. For the first time in years, my dad had sat down to eat a meal with me. It felt nice, and it felt like a family meal, with the pleasant addition of Denholm at the table. When we'd finished, my dad offered to clean up after the meal, and then suggested we all watch a film in the living room afterwards. This sounded like a good idea, so Denholm and I went first to pick out a few films to watch. We decided upon the hangover, Denholm hadn't seen it and wanted to watch it, so we ended up watching both hangover 1 and 2. Although there were three couches, my dad occupied one for himself and Denholm chose to slot in next to me, resting his legs over my lap, causing me to revel in the softness of his skin touching mine. It's safe to say I was boned up throughout the two movies. When the second movie finished, I stood up, covering my hardness and headed upstairs with Denholm following me. My dad had fallen asleep by about nine o'clock, so I placed a blanket over him and turned the light off. I suggested that we should get to bed soon, both of us tired from watching the movies and from our earlier swim. He agreed, then hesitantly asked, "do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight? It gets a bit cold in the other room." "Yeah sure, that's fine with me." I said with an exhausted smile. Although I'm sure he made that last part up, as the spare room was always hot, especially at this time of year. "I normally just sleep in my underwear though, is that ok?" I asked. "Fine by me, I do the same." He said with a grin. So I climbed into bed first, moving slightly left to make room for him. I had a king sized bed, and there was more than enough room for the both of us. He pulled down his shorts and took of his shirt and climbed in after me. Again I couldn't help but notice his hard dick shoved to the left of his underwear. This was becoming more than a coincidence. He then shuffled in close to me, pressing his back against my torso, and subsequently his behind against my dick, which soon reacted to the sudden feeling of his cheeks against it. I moved back slightly, not wanting him to notice it, but as I moved he turned and said, "what are you doing? It feels good." This pretty much confirmed my suspicions, and I was both excited and concerned at what was happening. "I've seen you looking, and I thought you would have guessed by now that I feel the same way.." "I..." I was lost for words. Was he actually trying to tell me he knew I liked him in such a way, and that he felt the same for me? I rolled on to my back and said, "look, Denholm, it can't be like this with us. I'm older than you are, and people wouldn't understand if anything were to happen between us." He paused for a moment, then said, "what if people didn't know?" He then continued, "I like you James, and being with you makes me feel like I'm wanted, and I've never felt like this before. I know you feel the same way, and I know there's a few years between us but it's not like you're taking advantage of me. I want this just as much as you do, if not more." I was still relatively lost for words. But with this silence, Denholm rolled me back over to face him, and delicately kissed me. "Our secret." He whispered, as he turned his body the other way, pulling my arm over his body and holding it against the smooth skin on his chest. Again his bottom pressed firmly into my dick, which remained hard throughout the conversation. "Goodnight James." He whispered. "Goodnight." I followed with. I stayed awake for hours, partly enjoying the feeling of Denholm's body being so close to mine, and partly thinking about the consequences of what could happen if this continued. The more I thought of it, the more I realised that this is what he wanted, and what I wanted. After hours of contemplating, I fell asleep with my head centimetres away from Denholm's, wondering about what was to follow.