Brothers' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 4
Down by the Ole’ Fishin’ Hole.

Author's Note : I would like to thank Deep Diver for his encouraging words, and I also want to send thanks to E Walk for his editorial help and encouragement.

July 6, 1953:

Peter Harris was 15 years old and 5’3” tall. He lived a block and a half away from his friends Mike and Don Kemp, and two doors away from another friend, Steve, also 15 years old. Pete lived with his parents, Charley and Lilly. They were constantly arguing. Pete was miserable. Some times he even cried himself to sleep at night. The constant yelling and cussing of his parents tore him apart, and he knew that Mike and Don’s parents had a stable, loving relationship. Why couldn’t he have that kind of home life?

One Saturday morning his mother said to him “Pete, tomorrow I’m taking you to your Grandma Rose’s to spend a week, in the country.”

“Oh, wow, Mom, that would be really great,” Pete said with obvious delight.

“There’s something else,” Mom said. “Your Cousin Joe will be there. You haven’t seen him for a coupla years, but he’s living with your Grandma now ever since his parents died.”

“I’m sorry,” said Pete. I remember he was always fun to be around, and he always treated me pretty decent.”

“Get your stuff packed because we’re leaving pretty early,” Lilly said. She was glad Pete was going to have this time in the country because she knew the constant yelling and cussing was not good for him to have to listen to.

Lilly told Peter that his grandmother’s house was a two story house, with a living room, dining room, kitchen, pantry, and half-bath on the first floor. There were four bedrooms and a bath on the second floor, She also mentioned a smaller house about 150 yards away. Pete thought it sounded great

Sunday morning saw mother and son packed and driving away from their row house in the city to go up to the country. They got their about one o’clock, and Pete’s Grandma came out of the house to greet them. Giving her daughter a kiss, Grandma turned to Pete and gave him a great big hug.

Then he became aware of a tall boy grinning at him and his mother.

“This is your cousin Joe,” said Pete’s mother, Lilly.

“Hi, cousin, good to see you again,” Joe said. He was 17 and 6’1” tall.

“Same here, cuz,” said Pete, thinking  that his cousin not only was good looking, but he had a kind expression and looked like he would be a good person to talk

to about things, things that Pete felt he could never talk to his father about.

After a late lunch, Pete’s mother and grandmother settled down to have a nice long chat. Pete and Joe were left to their own devices. They talked about baseball, and how their favorite teams had done that year. They talked about some of the movies that had come out or were coming out.

“There aren’t too many movies in town,” said Joe, “But Grandma is talking about getting a television.”

“We’ve got one,” said Pete. “It’s neat.”

By six o’clock it was time for dinner, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, peas, and for dessert, apple pie with ice cream.

Grandma Rose asked Pete to say the blessing.

Pete and everyone else bowed their heads, and Pete said: “Lord, we thank you for this family and for the love which is around this table, and for the food which we are about to receive. Amen.” “Amen” everyone said.

‘Joe,” said his grandmother, while everyone was enjoying the dinner, “I was thinking about that verse from Psalm 100: ‘Here Oh Israel, the Lord our God is One God. It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves.’ What do you think that means?”

Joe thought a minute and said, “I guess that whether we are tall or short, or skinny or fat, God made us that way, and we just have to accept it.” And then he nudged his cousin Pete and said, “So, cousin, if God made you a doofus, we have to love you just the same as if he had made you a genius.”

Pete retorted “Joe, I know God made you as ugly as sin, but you are still my cousin, so I will just accept you the way you are.”

“You like the ice cream?” said Joe as they passed the dessert. “It’s homemade and I turned the crank.”

“Joe. it’s delicious,” said Pete and his mother in unison.

“Joe’s a good boy, doing well in school, and helps around the house. I’m lucky to have him,” Grandma said with no small amount of pride.

“Now, Grandma, I’m not an angel, and you know it,” said Joe. “How about the time I put the…”

“That’s enough, Joe. Stop right there, or I’ll find enough chores for you to do tomorrow, that Pete will have to go fishing by himself!” Grandma stated firmly, but almost with a twinkle in her eye.

Later it was time for bed, and as Pete settled down, he wondered if Joe would really take him fishing.

The Next Day.

Sure enough, the next morning, Joe asked Pete if he would like to go fishing at the fishing hole about half a mile from Grandma’s house.

“Would I,” said Pete.” My Dad never…” He stopped because he remembered that Joe didn’t even have a father any more, or a mother.

About 10:30 the two cousins took two fishing rods, a creel to put any fish they might catch in, some sandwiches made by Grandma Rose, a large thermos of iced tea, and a blanket.

They reached the fishing hole in 20 minutes. It was a beautiful place, A stream flowed out of the woods, and a depression in the ground had created a pool about 6 feet deep. The stream flowed on from the other side of the pond.

The boys fished for about 30 minutes but didn’t catch anything. They put the rods away and then lay on the blanket, basking in the sun.

Joe suddenly said “Hey, Pete, wanna go swimming?”

“That’d be great, Joe, but I didn’t bring my trunks.”

“Listen, city boy, this is the country. Nobody else is around, and you ain’t got anything I haven’t and I ain’t got anything you haven’t. We’ll just strip off and go buck naked---unless you’re chicken.”

Pete thought about 4 seconds and said, “Oh, hell, why not. Let’s do it.”

They stood up, took off their shirts and then their pants. They were down to their boxers, and then dropped those to the ground.

As guys do, they checked each other out. Pete was 5’3” tall, and had a cock 4¾” inch long, with hair in his pubes and his pits. Joe, at 17, was 6’1” tall. He had cock 6½” long, with hairy pubes, chest, pits, His balls hung low, and he had a treasure trail from his navel to his shaft of his tool.

“Last one in sucks rotten eggs,” said Joe, and he ran down to the pool and jumped in. Pete was not far behind him. The water was cool enough to make their testicles contract up close to their body. They whooped and they hollered and they splashed each other, and swam on the surface and swam under the surface. One time Joe swam between Pete’s legs, and Pete felt his cock rub against Joe’s back as he surfaced.

After a while the two got out of the water and lay down on the blanket to soak up some sun and to dry off.

Suddenly Joe asked “Pete, do you ever jerk off>”

Why? Whaddya mean. No…. I ….., well, once in a while, I guess,” Pete replied.

“Only once in a while. I do it every night, and some times in the morning. It’s great. In fact, I would say, it’s great to masturbate, and even greater to ejaculate! Oh! I made a poem,” snickered Joe.

“But aren’t you afraid …” Pete began.

“Afraid of what? Cousin, what do you mean afraid?”

Pete said falteringly, “My Dad caught me once, and he said….., he said that if I did that ten times I would go blind, and if I did it ten more times, I would go crazy, and they would lock m up in the insane asylum, and if I did it any more I would go to hell, because of somebody in the Bible called Onan. Now I am on number 9, and if I do it again, I’m going to go blind!”

“Now just a minute, Pete, no disrespect to your father, but he wasn’t telling the truth,” said Joe. “We talked about this in health class, and somebody asked about ‘the sin of Onan,’ and the instructor said that God didn’t punish Onan for jerking off, but because he disobeyed God and refused to marry his dead brother’s widow so the brother might have a child to live after him.”

“I didn’t know that,” said Pete. ”What about the other things Dad said would happen to me?”

“Pete,” said Joe. “Hold up some fingers and show me.”

Pete held up three fingers.

“You’re holding up three. Does it look like I’m going blind? Do I look like I’m crazy? Because I assure you, cousin, I have jacked off at least 50 times this year alone, and if what your father said was true, I think most of the men on this planet would be led by seeing eye dogs to the gates of this planet.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Pete said with a sigh of relief.

“And what’s more Pete, I bet your dad did it plenty of times, too!” stated Joe emphatically.

“Wow! Thank you, Joe. But why would my Dad lie to me? I know he doesn’t seem to like me very much, he’s always yelling and cursing at me and my Mom.”

“I don’t know, Pete, but I can tell you this. I would never lie to you. And that’s straight, damn straight!”

Suddenly Pete began to tear up. ”Joe, you’re the first guy to talk to me like he cared about me. I’ve only known you for a day, but I almost feel like you’re my brother, and …., and ….”

Here Pete broke down and sobbed in earnest. He felt so great that Joe had taken away a lot of his fears about whacking off, and about going to hell, and his fear that nobody loved him, except his mother and grandmother. He just sobbed, until….

Joe couldn’t see too clearly either. His eyes were filling up, and he felt like there was a lump in his throat.

Without thinking he reached over and took Pete in his arms and rolled him over, facing him, and gave him a great big bear hug.

“Pete, I am proud to be your brother. I will always be your brother and a friend, who will never lie to you.”

While this hugging and comforting was going on, changes were occurring in both boys’ bodies. Changes that they didn’t notice at first, and when they did, well….

Joe’s penis became hard and rose up against his stomach. Now he was eightinches taller than Pete, and the glans of his shaft was butting against Pete’s ball sac. Pete felt this and he felt that the glans was wet. Joe was leaking precum on to Pete’s testicles.

And Pete was loving the feeling.

His own prick had extended itself so that it was lying pressed against Joe’s treasure trail of soft hair.

The boys began to move against each other, and each grind, each movement of the hips brought exciting friction to their penises and balls.

Faster and faster they moved. Suddenly Pete gasped as he felt his balls curl up to his body and he felt the shooting sensation of his sperm speeding out of his slit and coating Joe’s belly and chest with his cum.

Joe was next to shoot his load. Out it came like an express train, covering Pete’s balls and shaft with creamy white goo. Over and over he shot his wad, and all he could say was ”Oh God, oh God.”

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, and relaxing, Joe said “I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything,”

“Listen, dork, you didn’t hurt me. You didn’t force me to do anything I haven’t wanted to have happen ever since I saw you step out of your shorts, and I am ready to go again, anytime you’re ready, except that right now I wouldn’t mind a little nap, right here in your arms.”

The two boys did fall asleep in each other’s arms.

When they awoke, it was late in the afternoon.

“Listen, Pete,” said Joe, with a smirk,  “I know I said I would never lie to you, or hurt you, but I gotta say…….

I think………..

We both stink……..

So let’s be cool, and take a dip in the pool.”

“Oh, yes, Cousin, you are a poet,” laughed Pete, “and you’re feet show it because they are Longfellows. Come to think of it, your feet aren’t the only long things about you. Har! Har! Har!”

After a dip to clean themselves off, the boys dried off in the sun, got dressed, and walked back to the house. Both were thinking that the week was going to be exciting!

To be continued. 

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Posted: 05/04/07