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

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Chapter 5
M-M Good, M-M Good, That’s What J-O Fun Is, M-M Good.

Author's Note : Again I thank E Walk for his editorial/proofreading assistance.

July 7, 1953:

When Pete came downstairs the next morning, he heard his Grandma say to his Mother: “Lilly, you must do it. Think of Pete. It will be better for him if you and Charley are not at each other’s throats all the time.”

“You’re right, Mother. I’ll tell Pete at breakfast. You’re sure he’ll be all right here this week.”

“Land a Goshen, Lilly! Of course he’ll be OK. I’ll look after him and Joe and he seem to be getting along just fine.”

“Tell me what, Mother,” said Pete, coming into the kitchen.

Lilly looked at her son, with tears in her eyes. “Pete, your Dad and I are going to separate. He will be moving out, but he will see us from time to time.”

Pete’s head was filled with conflicting emotions. On the one hand he didn’t have any strong feelings of love for his father, and it would be great not to have the constant yelling and cussing. On the other hand, his father had always been there. What would his friends think of his parents separating? Was it his fault somehow?

“Mom, I don’t know what to thin right now.”

Lilly gave her son a hug, something she didn’t do too often. “Listen, Pete, I have to go back home to sign some papers, but I’ll be back in a coupla days. I thought you might like to stay here with Grandma and your cousin.”

You’re coming back, aren’t you, Mom?” asked Pete, suddenly afraid he was going to lose both parents. “Is this separation my fault?”

“No, Pete. It’s not your fault, and yes, I will be back. Now will you be OK?” asked Lilly.

“Sure, I guess so.”

“Of course he will,” said Grandma, also giving him a hug. “Pete, it’s a beautiful day out.

Suppose I fix you and Joe a lunch, and the two of you can go up to the fishing hole, and lay in the sun, and maybe do some swimming?”

Remembering yesterday, Pete suddenly felt better. “Do you wanna go, Joe?”

“Sure, cousin. Maybe there are some swimming strokes I can teach you,” said Joe.

After Lilly drove away Pete and Joe took their lunch up to the fishin’ place.

“What do you wanna do first, cousin?” asked Joe. “Swim or get some sun?”

“Wanna go in the water, but listen country boy, we don’t wear no bathin’ suits here. You’ll have to go bare-ass,” Pete said with a smirk.

“Oh, no, do I hafta?” Joe asked in mock horror. “You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“No,” said Pete, laughing. “I won’t laugh at you, if you promise not to laugh at me.”

“Deal,” said Pete, and he took off his shirt and socks and loafers. “Your turn now, cousin.”

Pete took off his shoes, loafers, and shirt. Then looking straight at Joe, he pulled down his jeans, and then his boxers. He stood there with his young body naked in the sun, with a fine sheen of sweat forming on his shoulders and chest.

“Go ahead, Joe, don’t be shy. I told you I wouldn’t laugh at you,” said Pete.

So Joe began to gyrate his hips in a silly way and slowly dropped his jeans, and then his underpants. His hairy body looked marvelous in the sun, and his cock was beginning to stiffen.

Pete could hardly tear his eyes away from Joe’s physique, his shoulders, his chest, his abdomen with the beginnings of a six pack, and his treasure trail of hair leading down to that thick cock and those two marvelous balls.

Pete thought, I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I sure as hell am gonna have  good time findin’ out.

Snapping out of his reverie, Pete called, “Last one in the water, is an ass-hole!” and he ran down to the pool and jumped in, with Joe right behind him.

“OK, I’m an ass-hole,” said Joe. “Would you like to kiss it?”

“Only if you kiss mine first, dork-head,” said Pete.

The boys swam and floated in the pool, but unlike yesterday’s carefree splashing and funning, there was a different mood, almost a tension, between the two guys.

Pete would swim underwater and come up facing Joe, and “accidentally” brush Joe’s cock. Joe would stand on his hands underwater, holding his breath, and when he came up he would be behind Pete and “pretend” to stumble, and have to put his hands on Pete’s hips to steady himself. Once or twice he “laughingly” cupped Pete’s package.

Finally Joe said, “Let’s get out of the water and dry off in the sun. I want to talk to you.”

The two cousins lay on the blanket, nude, letting the warm sun dry their bodies.

Suddenly; Joe asked, “Pete, do you trust me?”

“Well sure, why wouldn’t I?”

“And you know that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you?” continued Joe.

“I know, but why are you asking these questions?”

“Because,” said Joe, “I want you to know that I really enjoyed our sex yesterday. It was more than just sex, it was a feeling that we were not only cousins, but we were good buddies.”

“Joe, I felt the same way, but why would you think that I might think you would hurt me?” asked Pete.

“Pete, I had a friend a year or two ago, and he and I did some of the things that we were doing yesterday,” said Joe. It sounded like he was getting lump in his throat. “Then one day, he told me he had met a man who wanted to take him to his mountain cabin for a weekend. The guy was supposed to be friend of the family, so my friend’s parents didn’t mind.“ Joe stopped because it was hard for him to continue talking.

“What happened?” asked Pete, although he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he knew what was coming.

“The sick bastard raped my friend and did horrible things to him that he was two months in the hospital. When I went to see him all he could say that the guy enjoyed giving pain, not having sex. I never did learn everything that ths guy did, but two weeks after he got out of the hospital, my friend tried to kill himself.” By now tears were pouring down Joe’s face, and Pete’s eyes weren’t so dry, either.

“So, I just want you to know that if we have sex again, I will never hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want to,” said Joe. “In fact, if I suggest we do something, and you want to do it to me before I do it to you, that’s fine.”
 

Pete did something he never thought he would do. He leaned over Joe and kissed him on the lips—not  a passionate French kiss, but a gentle lover’s kiss.

“Joe, I know you would not ever hurt me, and I also want you to know that I enjoyed yesterday. I enjoyed it so much that I jerked off in bed last night thinking about it,” said Pete, with a smile on his face.

Joe looked at Pete—and kissed him right back, but maybe there was a little more passion in this kiss.

“So do ya wanna do anything,” asked Pete.

“Yeah,” said Joe. “Jerking off is fun, but it’s a kind of lonely thing, unless we do it with each other.” With that he began to massage and roll Pete’s balls between his fingers. He was gentle, but firm.

“Oh, god, that feels so good!” said Pete, and he began to do the same thing with Joe’s ball sack.

“Pete, I heard somewhere that gently pulling on your balls may keep you from shooting your load right away. It makes the pleasure last a little longer,” Joe said to his meat-beating partner.

After a few minutes, Pete said, “Joe I have an idea of something I’d like to try. Roll over on your side with your back to me.”

Joe rolled over and Pete spooned him so close that Pete’s prick was lying between Joe’s thighs. Then Pete reached around in front of Joe, and began to massage his cock head. Soon some precum leaked out of Joe’s piss slit and Pete took it on his fingers and rubbed it onto Joe’s nipples.

“That’s nice, Pete. Keep it up. Keep doin’ it. Oh my gawd, don’ stop!”

Pete did as he was told, and then when he sensed that Joe was tensing up, he turned his attention to Joe’s testicles, and began to tease them and massage them and roll them and play with them so that Joe was no longer near to coming.

At one point Pete and Joe sat facing each other with their legs splayed, so their raging erections were touching. Joe put one of his hands around both cocks and rubbed his thumb over the two cock heads so that precum appeared. Using his hand he coated both boys’ nipples with precum, and then said to Pete, “Let’s lick each other clean.”

“Sounds like a plan, my man,” said Pete.

When Joe finally did come, it was a most excellent ejaculation. Three streams of ropy white sperm coated his head, chest and belly. Pete’s orgasm was also terrific. His sperm shot out covering his hand, his chest and his genitals.

The boys lay on the blanket, resting after their mammoth mutual masturbations of each other’s male members.

Finally, Joe said, “I think we should take a dip in the swimmin’ hole, to clean our poles, and then head back home. I’m getting kinda hungry.”

And so they jumped in the water, cleaned each other off, which almost got them hard again, and then got out, dried off, and dressed and went back to the house, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

To be continued. 

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Posted: 05/11/07