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`See The Good In All Things' o8
Heck Bro' (flashbacks)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It was always a tough tale to tell, Dean and Sean Heck's family history. Whereas brothers grow up together, Sean didn't come to live with Dean's family until... it's a complicated sibling matter. To make matters simplified, instead of confusing things, they said they were 'brothers'. When people questioned how two brothers didn't seem to have any common features.
Dean, dark-haired, as he aged into teenhood, the few folicles of hair on his chest blossomed across each pec. A trail of hair began mid-pec region and shot down his abs to where it seemed to end at his deep innie. Flowing out the bottom half of the deep hole, a thin treasure trail led to a massive amount of dark brown pubes. Dean's teen cock and balls seemed adequate, though for himself, after viewing pictures of dudes with 'it all' hanging out, he could only wish this wasn't his final spurt of growth.
Physically, when Sean became of age, other than ample amounts of pit hair and a little fuzz under his bellyhole, he sported about as much pube-hair as his brother. His blond hair, on fair skin, it didn't stand out as Dean's dark hair with skin as a backdrop.
Little quirky things had the brothers standing next to each other, comparing features in the mirror.
"I think I should do something about this, ya think?"
Not seeing what Dean meant, Sean asks, "do what about what?" he looked upon his bro in the mirror.
Placing both hands on his pecs, teenaged-Dean rubs up and down his chest, saying, "this."
"I still don't see what you're driving at, bro?"
Narrowing his concentration, Dean turns away from the mirror to his step-bro, "these," he rubs both nips with index fingers, making his pec-spots harden up.
Sean gets the gist of it, location, but of what he was pertaining to, "I still don't get it." Though, his older brother, probing his own nips, it was doing stuff to Sean of which he never had the sensation of watching and reacting.
Daring to reach out and touch, Dean tugs on his bro's nips, and with a nervous giggle, "these, dummy," he pinches both and drops hands.
Whatever the reference Dean meant, Sean got a totally different reaction, "oh my God," he flings both palms over his pecs!
Dean laughs his ass off, knowing what he just did.
"What was that about?" his brother questions.
"Sensitive, are we?"
"Is that what this is about?" Sean unfolds his hands, like a draw dropping open. As he suspected, from the feeling his palms were getting, his nips were as perky as pencil erasers!
"No," Dean still giggles, "but apparently, bro, you 'are' sensitive there, no doubt!"
Dropping both hands, Sean smiles, "like, nothings a secret with you, bro!"
Like, a whole two years or so ago, when the step-bro's were in discovery about how their cocks seemed to experience a jumpstart, looking point blank at each other. Way before they knew of an attraction to males, boys, but with each other in question, reaching manhood, and stuff like physical growth and the sprouting of hair on regions other than their heads, they questioned on how far they could go before reaching maximum manliness.
"Right," Dean says, smiling.
At the same time, like when they experienced how good it could feel, standing there, looking at first, but then reaching out, touching each other's shaft, leading to a light massage of each other's barrel, then a full, massive erection, Dean takes the initiative to see how touching Sean's nips, could bring about the same.
"Feel anything?" is hardly the case, Dean's thumbs and fingers lightly pinching Sean's nips.
"Oh, you bet!"
Standing there, hands at his sides, it was like a few years ago, when both boys found out that keeping their hands to themselves wasn't doing each other justice. Dean had initiated his brother on the fine art of taking his bro's cock in hand and with the simple action of a finger and thumb around the barrel, moving it towards his pubes, then stretching out, like he intentionally wanted to make it longer, drove Sean batty!
Quite the opposite, Dean teases, "anything yet?"
Somewhere along the line they had found some terminology which describes each other, personality-wise, Sean saying, "oh yeah. Get sadist on me, bro!"
Dean laughs, responding, "like, what I do to your balls?"
It wasn't sadism, but when they discovered how lightly massaging a dude's balls, how it reacts with pulses, which simultaneously cause a guy's shaft to harden up, Sean feels the same with his nips, "seems like it's headed that way."
At first Sean's hand had gravitated to his pubes, taking his cock in hand. When Sean noticed it, he withdrew one hand from his step-bro's pec and shooed the hand the way, saying like a captain's order, "assume the position, bro!"
Taking a twisted turn, Dean orders Sean, "eyes forward!"
Sean bit his lip. When it was his bro massaging either his balls or shaft, his hands were on the place where he was feeling the most pleasure. Now, with both Dean's hands working his nips, and him ordered to keep his hands behind his back, there wasn't anything to keep his lower anatomy stimulated.
"Just like I thought."
With him 'ordered' to keep his eyes glued to his bro's, Sean could only feel and what he was feeling was awesome, "whatever it is you're doing," even though he could feel both nips being tweaked, "keep doing it!"
Taking a hand away from either the left or right pec, Dean would give his bro a massaging of his tube, sharing the joy mutually, "oh yeah."
"Oooooh, ahhhh," Sean would respond, feeling the connection between his pec and pubes, Dean switching off the massaging between nip and cock. It also left him puzzled, "how do you know so much?"
How did Dean know, that tweaking his bro's nip and jerking his hard shaft, would cause goo to flow out over his hand? Up until now, on the verge of becoming high school graduates, did he decide the time was right, blurting out, "hey, you're not the only dude I've done this to, dude!"
With saying, it seems Dean knew how to time it right, causing Sean to have a massive reaction.
Crying out with pain and pleasure, he feels Dean strangle his left nip, mash it hard and at the same time let loose his full emotion, coating his bro's hand with an amazing amount of goo, "oh shit, bro... damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!"
It wasn't till it was all over that Sean realizes that warm feeling of his hard shaft, and the vehicle to get him off, was his bro's lips wrapped around the circumference.
From down on his knees, Dean looks up at Sean, saying, "hey, don't let it get around that I got you off with my lips, dude. You're like, the only guy I've ever blown?"
Sean collapses backwards onto the bed.
Dean rises up from his knees, and being he hasn't emptied his balls, climbs on his bro's chest, "your turn."
First time for some things, yet others, like a bro giving a bro a blowjob, Sean responds, "don't know if I have enough energy left in me."
Not allowing such things bother him, Dean pauses to kiss his bro, both tasting Sean's sweet cream. Without lingering, Dean climbs up to where his knees are just about matched with his bro's pits.
"Open up, bro. Time to suck my lollipop dry!"
He always used some kind of catchy phrase, Dean learning from experience, outside sex with his bro, that that's what helped drive a man onward. Because his bedded mate had his mouth full, Dean never had any feedback, feeding his cocksucker with the full force of inserting his hard shaft.
Sometimes they would do a 6-9, other times it was Dean driving his shaft down Sean's throat, Sean's hand making himself come. In this particular, quirky encounter between bro's, Sean had come first, whereas he would be swallowing a massive amount of Dean's spunk after the fact. Sean found it no different, just as much a big turnon and that massaging his slimy, soft cock...it was all good!
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As it was in the past, looking towards their younger years, it became humorous, saying 'different mothers-same father', the boys laughing it off. People hadn't a clue the boys were actually telling the truth.
Added to the small household, Dean had acquired not only a brother, but room mate. At first he protested. However, when the two, at the time 10 and 11 years old, began to set up and rearrange the room, he saw the good in it. They slowly became friends.
Moving boxes from the car to the house was not only tedious, but a hot job. Because the air conditioner in the boys' bedroom was broke, it was wise for the boys to strip down to their shorts, after persperation made the fabric obviously too sweaty to wear.
Sean took the initiative, Dean seconds later.
Since Sean was first, it gave him opportunity to watch the shirt glide up Dean's bod, showing his bellybutton first. When it came to over-the-head, Sean thought the whole onslaught of his teen bro's bod, overwhelmingly beautiful!
Regardless, the deark-haired youth becomes entangled in fabric and sweat, panicking, "uh, I could use a little help here, Dean?"
Good thing that happened, or else Sean might have been discovered stalking his brother. To the rescue, he tugs at the tail of Dean's shirt, helps him out, "on it," announcing his intentions.
For a split second, the step-brothers did stop, lock eyes, but then went about their business.
It was Dean's room before it became shared space. Taking control, he thinks the best thing to do is pile boxes, one on top of the other.
Still Dean's deep innie and white pecs, painted with a few follicles of chest hair, was clear on Sean's mind. Hesitant, he forgets, snapping it out of it, "sure thing."
As if an adult warehouse worker, Dean bosses his bro, "okay, we've got to clear space."
Having an idea, Sean says, "uh, how about we push the beds together?"
Almost next to each another, elbows touch, Sean relinquishing control, "I like a man with a plan."
Although, Sean was liking Dean for more than his great idea!
In no time, under Dean's guidance, he and Sean had made hills of boxes next to the wall.
Placing the last box on top, required a team-lift, after which both collapse to the floor on their butts at the base of the cardboard mountain.
"Whew!"
Both were conscious of their arms touching at the biceps, using the other hand to plane the sweat off, which added separation.
Sean seconds it, "a little, wet," he gulps.
Not only his own sweat, but the back of one hand was the result of grazing Dean's arm.
Dean wondered if Sean felt a buzz of electricity? Rather then speculate, he deviates, "what we need now is a drink."
"Yeah, replenish the electrolytes."
"The what?"
"Never mind."
Getting to his feet, Dean rows an arm overhead, "c'mon. there's soda in the fridge."
Dean was conscious of it, but didn't mention touching Sean's forearm.
"No, you stay put, Dean says, "I'll be right back."
But Sean didn't stay. follows.
Opening the refrigerator door, a wall of artic air hits them point blank.
"Whoa, cold!"
Dean wasn't angry at Sean for not staying in the room. On the contrary, some good things come out of a simple thing, like watching a dude's nips clam up!
"Yeah, me too," Sean agrees, laughing.
Attention drawn to his own pecs, Sean discovers Dean feeling the same!
They smiled at one another, Dean calling it, "I'm a little sensitive there."
Not any different, as witnessing something as simple as frigid air causing nips to shrivel up, Sean agrees, "same."
Dean grabs two cans of soda. He didn't know what to say about the visual, both boys with stiff nips, so throws off the scent, "by the way, it's your house now, so feel free, anytime to take anything from the fridge."
Likewise, Sean a little nervous about their teen discovery, reaches at Dean's left hand, "I'll take the Pepsi, unless you want it?"
Really, Dean liked Pepsi over root beer, but that smile was so cute, "no...no, I love root beer!"
Sean not only notices Dean less sweaty, but the condition of his nips. More comfortable with one than the other, "you're not sweating as much?"
"Yeah," Dean laughs it off. "With the a/c broke, try standing in front of the fridge any time you feel the need."
Sean wanted to say, only if Dean was there with him, or some reason to have each other look upon the other, but didn't want to sound 'gay', "cool."
Popping their tops, the two head back to the bedroom.
He wasn't a big fan, but Sean fibs, "If you ever want Pepsi, I like root beer too?"
"Well, now that you mention it?"
It was in their eyes, but as if they were mentally connected, the bro's do a tradeoff.
"Root beer is mom's favorite," Dean says. "That's why we got more of it!"
With handing the cold can to Sean, it did scrape by Dean's pec, which gave him the willies, both laughing it off.
Wiping his chest with a hand, Dean says, "that's okay. Didn't feel half bad."
Sean didn't know what that meant, or could have been he knew what it meant, but couldn't find the words.
Sitting at the foot of the boxes, Dean said of his new brother, "you've got a lot of stuff, y'know?"
"I know," Sean looked around the room. His eyes told him, "where's all your stuff?"
Dean could have been jealous, of so many boxes, but it wasn't how he was brought up, rather to be thankful what he had, which is why he answers, "don't need much I guess."
Even though Sean was brought up in a upper middle class household, he had some good values instilled, "no problem though. I have plenty of stuff. I can share."
"That's cool of you," Dean smiles at his brother.
In return, Dean saw something in Sean's smile back at him, but could not pinpoint the why. Instead of guessing, he forgot about it, saying, "well," he gets up, "the boxes aren't going to get empty by themselves!"
Both soda cans were empty. Silently, Dean read Sean's mind, of where to put it.
It brought about the first rule of the household, "Mom doesn't allow food in the room. Here, I'll take yours."
With no warning not to, Sean follows, "isn't soda, food?"
From the rear, Sean sees Dean shrug shoulders, "maybe, since you can't chew it."
Sean watches Dean set a can down, wrinkling up the other with both hands.
He did have the question looming, "why are you crushing them up?"
"Mom says we can fit more in the recycle bin."
"Good point," Sean replies. "Your mom is smart."
"She's your mom now."
"I don't know about that. I've got a mom, y'know?"
Stopping with the crushing, Dean says, "hmm, don't know how that's going to work out."
One thing leads to the next, Sean saying, "yeah, I know."
Crossing over to other matters, Dean says, "I have been wondering, why dad left mom to be with your mom?"
"I dunno, but if he didn't, I wouldn't be here right now, right?"
"You got a point."
By now their nips had acclimated to the heat of the steamy bedroom.
Sean entertains, "ok, where do we start now?"
"At the top?" Dean smiles.
Obvious place, when all the others would topple, if starting near the bottom!
Team-lifting once again, the box they placed on top not longer than 20 minutes ago, the step-brothers are lifting down.
"Ready?" Dean asks.
Sean chimes in, "not really."
Not expecting the negative, Dean pulls at his end, "oh shit!"
Both rush to the side of the rectangular box, bod-blocking each.
More apparent, than the shared flesh, they try to rectify the situation, Dean saying, "my end down."
Wrong call, eveything inside the box shifts to Dean's side, causing him to fall on his butt, the box on top of him.
Going to his step-bro's rescue, Sean tears at the corrugated material, until the contents are almost fully unwrapped.
Half pushing his bod up, resting on palms, arms behind himself, Dean says, "close call."
In the box were blankets and other pieces of materials, parts of Sean's past life.
"Yeah, if it were my trophies they could have marked you for life!"
With the mention of metal statues, awards for sports and a spelling bee, it gave something for the boys to talk about, while tackling the rest of the mountain.
Not the only mishap, with several clunks, a box falls to the floor.
"You okay, Dean?" Sean asks.
His older bro reports, "fine, but I didn't know moving was going to be so dangerous," Dean shrugs it off, brushing arms, wet with sweat and dust.
Since Dean made everything dangerous sound funny, Sean felt okay laughing along. He wishes he were that tough.
"Soda break number two?"
Sean follows Dean to the refrigerator and both get the artic treatment.
Not being able to hide their feelings, it's Dean who doesn't let on, but smiles, after looking at Sean's chest.
"What?" Sean looks down himself.
Fibbing, Dean says, "nothing."
Fortunately, he had a can to hand Sean, which seemed to throw both off course.
They pop tops almost simultaneously, which Sean was glad of, because he felt a little embarrassed, about his nips getting hard and looking point blank at his step-bro, wasn't sure how to express that emotion.
With not much to say, both were glad they were thirsty. In less than a minute they were crunching and tossing their cans, Sean getting the hang of turning metal into a small crumble.
"Back to work?" Dean says.
"Lead the way."
On the way back to the room, since Dean led the way, Sean had a view of his step-brother's back, which right now seemed like such a beautiful image for a person to have stuck in their mind.
"Okay, you're turn to get clobbered," Dean joked.
Highly unlikely, since they were at the last box, set on the floor, Sean remarking, "I doubt that. Besides, it's just my dumb trophies."
Dean calls out, "dumb trophies? Let's have a look at them!"
Everyone has their trophies from life, whether a piece of metal, or a memory. The boys had both and as time goes on, would go on to have each to share them with.
Instead of moving the box+, Sean tears the top flap open. He thought it kinda cool Dean was taking an interest. Other than shelling out the big bucks for sports and whatever childhood necessity, his mom and dad really didn't pay much attention to how their money was being spent.
From the start, hauling the boxes in from Sean's family car, to his room, Dean has found a change in attitude. When his step-bro arrived he seemed down in the dumps. Now, he was the total opposite, full of life, goofing around, a total change of character.
What Sean called a bunch of dumb trophies, highlighted the rest of unpacking the last box and a half hour more of their time spent together.
It also became the catalyst of each finding out stuff about the other. Whereas Sean could talk about soccer or peewee football, Dean could relate, playing flute in the school band.
What Dean didn't say is, being in the band sometimes he didn't pay attention to the sheet music, but players on the field. Sometimes the high school players would cross paths with marching band students and they would be stripping off shirts as they headed to the locker room. Sometimes Dean would get reprimanded by the band director, for playing his flute in the wrong place in the music. But Dean didn't care. He looked at the good in it, that if he never played the flute, he wouldn't ever lay eyes on such hot boys, which in turn would give him a good feeling inside!
Sean did mention, about what he thought about clarinet players, "I would think it must not be too tasty playing one of those. The flute the same?"
"Nah. They got reeds to blow through. Me? I have blow across holes in the metal." Because Dean didn't know exactly how to put it, "It's complicate."
"Oh."
Years later, it would come back to haunt Sean, Dean asking, if at the time, his brother was comparing a reed to cock?!
Other than a caretaker, a woman who took care of him in place of a busy mother, the other brother, Sean didn't really know what love was. Maybe he could find that in his new brother.
"Let me get my flute and show ya something," Dean broke off the affixed gaze, scrambling to find the rectangular case.
"Forget it, you don't have to," Sean says, seeing Dean rifle through both their stuff.
He also stare blankly, watching Dean look under the bed, "sometimes I put it here," he lifts up the spread to search.
It made Sean smile. He really didn't know what the attraction was, watching Dean's shorts dip down so the 'crack' was visible, but felt nervous, hurrying things along, "really Dean, you don't have to go to the trouble." In thinking it the right thing to say, on the other hand he condemned himself for mentioning it, given the lovely view.
"Found it!"
Having scrambled under the bed, Dean pushes himself out, a hand on a handle, "got it!"
For the rest of the afternoon the subject went from music to sports and back again.
First trophy out of the box, Dean exclaims, "hey, what was this for?"
Apparently Dean hadn't been able to guess what the athlete represented, Sean taking it out of his hand, "I came in first place on the swim team."
"That's awesome," Dean says, the dark-haired bro digging once more in the box.
Sean emerges with a guillotined trophy, "oops," holding a silver head and goldtone bod, "I think there's at least two broken trophies in here."
Sean wasn't following, until Dean caught him in a reverie. Last year, all those half-naked boys on his swim team, Sean had a strange feeling, but a good one.
Recovering from his weak moment, Sean says, "hey, is the flute hard to play?"
From sports it batted back to Dean's court, showing Sean how to how to place fingers over the little holes and blow over the top.
For the next years of their pre-teen and teenaged years, Dean and Sean got along very well, considering they had become brothers at the ages of ten and eleven.
Sean taught Dean what he knew about swimming and even though used a hands on approach, never said anything about being attracted to his brother's smooth bod.
Dean shared his talent of flute playing, also going on to the clarinet. But he came back to the flute, him and Sean learning, it a good thing to try things out, to see if it's good or bad, rather than not trying at all. One day he let Sean try out the clarinet.
Right off, the dry taste of the parched reed made Sean not a fan!
Close in ages, when it came time to enroll Sean in school, it was determined, since he had gotten straight-A's at his previous school, and after testing, he could be bumped ahead, which put him into 7th grade, same as Dean.
"Not only a good swimmer, you're like, so smart, too!"
"Thanks," Sean told his bro.
They stood there for a moment, Sean wanting to thank Dean more than words, at least with a friendly hug, but there were other people around, making him shy.
When the pair were home alone, Dean did hug Sean, after creating a drawing of a newly discovered superhero. Dean thought he did feel something else, but didn't know what it was, leaving it alone.
As time went by, Sean, blond, Dean, dark-haired, a year apart in age, they grew to become more than brothers or friends.
Sean, an add-in to the family, saw less of his father and more of his step mother, Dean's mom. With time passing, both step-bros were more accustomed to the Latino lady, Linda, who was there for them after school to make dinner for them and do light laundry.
Teens, it was a little easier for the brothers to digest, when 'Linda' brought her girlfriend around to lighten the load, doing the laundry while her partner cooked.
They didn't get it right away, but it was the beginning of how the teens perceived same-sex!
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As the boys turned fifteen and sixteen, Linda and her partner moved to Los Angeles. Valued employment, Dean's mom was talked into having Linda's brother, Guillermo, take over the household duties, in exchange for room and board while attending college. Almost immediately, the next day, he began working.
"Dude," Dean questions his bro, "seems like mom doesn't really care 'who' we stay with."
Sean took it with humor, "for all we know, he could be an ax murderer and we could wake up dead!"
"Uh, dude, think on what you just said?"
"Oh. Right. We wouldn't wake up," Sean says, both laughing it off.
When both lay eyes on their new caregiver, their eyes just about popped out of their sockets!
"Wow," Dean no longer hid his feelings for guys.
"I'll say," Sean agrees upon the apparent 'hotness' both felt, when Guillermo comes in the door, greeting Dean's mother.
Both woke up to the fact they were hitting on a male with their words, Dean saying, "did we just?"
Knocking Dean with his elbow, Sean smiles, saying, "yeah. We did."
Guillermo was introduced to the teens, at which point they were left alone.
"Hey," Guillermo introduces himself, "you guys can all me El. Makes it a lot easier."
Dean was wondering how he was going to pronounce all those syllables, every time he had to draw their new house-father's attention. Yet, looking upon the short-bearded Latino, he had to amend his thoughts. With the habit of answering for both bro, Sean says, "works for us."
'Mother' was hanging around, not which she was self-conscious about leaving the boys in the hands of a 'boy', a high school graduate, two years into college, but made it clear upon grabbing her car keys and heading out, "try not to burn the place down?"
So taken up with 'El', with both looks and attitude, Dean takes the iniative to escort his mom to the door, shooing her out, "no worries mom, it's not like you haven't left us alone before?"
Truthfully, since his mom's started dating again, and with Sean coming to live with him, Dean has welcomed his mom 'out of the house'.
With the clunk of the door shutting, it sticks sometimes, Dean turns around just in time to here El say, "well, okay, who wants to show me around?"
"Me," Sean says, still infatuated with El's glamor.
"Ahem," Dean cuts in.
"I mean, Dean will."
"First off," Dean stands adamant, feet slightly apart, arms folded across his pecs, much like a high commander of an army of troops, "as you can see, we're not really in need of a nanny?"
El had an answer for that, "your mom didn't tell you?"
"Tell us what?" Dean handled the interrogation.
"I'm an au pair."
Sean asks, "what the hell is that?"
"Hold it, I got this," Dean cuts in.
He could've used his computer. Quirky, whenever either of the boys put the other on the spot about some spelt word or meaning, they ran to the living room, where their mom's old Random House College dictionary sat on the coffee table. Spelling it out in black and white, Dean deciphers, "'au pair', a person from another country who comes to the US, looking to learn our customs and our language better." He slams book closed, making a clunk sound.
"I was just about to say that," El replies.
"Right," Dean says. For whatever he was feeling, for some reason he didn't want El getting the idea they needed to be governed by anyone, that they had gotten along great as bro's, "well, we've been doing okay for ourselves, so..."
"And I'm not here to change that."
Right off, El was taken in by the descriptions recalled by his sister. She was 100% right, both, if older, would be hot to take to bed.
"As you read yourself, I'm not here take over your lives. Hey, did my sister mention I'm an excellent chef?"
"No," Dean answers with lukewarm attitude.
Sean comes forth, "oh yeah? What can you make that you think we'd be interested in? We eat quality food, you know?"
'Quality', Sean meant, was the best pickin's from the chips aisle of the supermarket!
"When it comes to Mexican food, I'd have to say Huevos Rancheros is my favorite breakfast, but it can be eaten any time of the day."
El was smart, letting it sink in with the boys.
"Never heard of it, actually," Sean backs down, scratches his blond hair.
Of the two, right off it seemed El favored the tall, dark, handsome of the bro, "you, Dean?"
"Nope."
More serendipitous than the other bro, Sean asks, "like, is it as good as chips'n'salsa?"
"I could whip some up for us now, if you haven't had your breakfast?"
Both knew they had to be down at the corner of the block in a half hour, or miss their ride to school.
More upbeat than his brother, for right now, Sean suddenly feels famished, "nope. Haven't eaten. Here," he takes El's suitcase, "I'll take this for you."
El seeing Dean stand there, remaining while his brother took his suitcase away, confronts him, "so, you want to show me to the kitchen?"
While leading, Dean questions, "you speak English good, for being Spanish."
"That I do."
Sean returns, "how long have you been living in the US?" Apparently he had his long-distance hearing on!
Startled for a second, conscious of Sean right on his ass, as he follows Dean, replies, "almost right after I was born in Mexico, which was kind of a mistake."
Sean jokes, "a mistake that you were born?"
A response, which Dean, the elder brother, made up himself, which stuck when either brother condemned the other for saying something dorky, "Sean, go to your room?"
El waited to see, if the brother, appearing to be the same age as the other, did what he was told.
Sean made no move to break formation of the line, entering the kitchen, "don't mind Dean. He gets it in his head that he rules over the whole house."
Smiling, like it was a joke, El says, "hmm," he could learn to like that!
"Here's the kitchen." Though, on Dean's mind was. "I don't know if your Linda told you, we live in a very small house. Did mom tell you where you're going to bunk down. There's her room and then there's... ours? Like, there's no room made especially for an awpair?"
Dean, even at a young age, could make things sound like a suggestion, without it actually being that.
"Show me."
Sean was already drooling, more for the Mexican breakfast than El, at the moment, "what about the food El's gonna make?"
Then, seeing the stove clock, he exclaims, "Dean, do you see what time it is?"
He saw, but right now, the matter at hand, helping the black-haired, fair-skinned Mexican awpair was more important than 'school'. Yet, he had an obligation, "you go get ready, dude. I'll be along in a little while."
Whereas Dean led El slowly towards the bedroom, Sean made a beeline for it. When they reach the door, the younger bro had ripped off tee and shorts and replaced them with trousers, tee and was pulling his arms into a light hoodie.
"I'll try to get our ride to wait for you, but don't take long," Sean grabs a backpack.
"Don't bother," Dean replies. "I'll hitch a ride."
It made Sean smile, which had El wondering what that was about.
Dean was a teen who didn't like to be rushed in the morning, so he often missed their ride at the corner, with another family from the neighborhood. The first time it was accidental, but he managed to flag down a 4x4, a young dude on his way to work. It wasn't opening time yet at the hardware store, but 'Philip' had the master key, being the owner's son. First time for everything, it was the first time Dean fucked a dude, in the storeroom of the store. As they were leaving for the school, Philip said he wouldn't mind taking Dean to school any morning, scribbling his cell number on a business card.
However, thinking on it now, after giving Philip the heads up last night, he might have to pass, depending how far he got with El this morning!
"So," Dean stands there, hands on hips, "this is the bedroom. Not much room for two, let alone three?"
Right off, El views, "two beds."
Testing, Dean says, "or you can sleep in mom's room, but there's only one full size bed and she already has a boyfriend."
Knowing this could be entrapment, El was glad it was leading to getting things out in the open, "oh no. That wouldn't work. I'm gay," and doing some investigative work himself, "which I hope doesn't phase you in the wrong way?"
When cat and mouse stuff went on like this, Dean would cut the crap, "you like to take it up the ass?"
Calling his bluff, El says, "would you have time before school?"
A wry smile on his face, Dean knew he could walk into school anytime he felt like it. However, this morning he was to hitch a ride in Phil's 4x4, "you ever get it on with two guys?"
Casually speaking, El says, "you ever do it with three or four?"
First few times, Phil picked Dean up at the corner, now it was in front of his house.
"You can start stripping. I've gotta call Phil."
El wasn't sure about this, but for certain, what he geared himself up to do, be an au pair and nothing more, was slowly melting away. Even though a few years apart in age, Dean seemed the age of one of the guys on campus.
He was on the phone, speaking, then off, Dean saying, "I thought I told you to strip?"
Again, Dean was testing, to see if El was into some game-playing.
Having been in that kind of atmosphere, El would readily apply, but he had to think on it, that he was there be the commander of rules.
El left it vague, "oh, was I now?"
Backing down, walking towards El, who was in the process of shedding his hoodie, changes disposition, reaching for the buttons of the au pair's shirt, "or I could help?"
Sure, he could have let Dean help, but his lust for past excursions into more kinky stuff, "or I do it myself, so you can have the pleasure of stroking, while watching?"
For an almost seventeen year old guy, this was overwhelming. The situation that is. At Phil's hardware store, things started where they both undressed at once. Led by Phil, it's been different, him having asked what to take off first, second, until the storeowner was standing there stark-naked!
Looking down, partial to seeing if El were hard yet, Dean says, "sneakers and socks first."
"If you say so, sir."
Sitting on the bed to peel his foot gear off, Dean says, "no. Sit in the chair."
From the bed to pulling the chair from the desk, El reacts, "whatever you wish for, sir."
At this point, wishing wasn't as great as wanting.
"Stand for the shirt."
El was hoping. It was the best advantage for another man to behold the beauty of his bod. That is, if they were into massive amounts of fur!
At the first inkling of viewing a shag of hair on El's chest, Dean's crotch starts to react. The whole picture makes him 'swell', black fur panning out over both pecs. Separating a panning out of fur over El's stomach, only a small gap of flesh shows the definition. Whether he has an innie or an outie, fur covers up the mystery.
Attribute it to youthfulness, inexperience or whatever, it causes Dean to raise eyebrows, utter, "wow."
After stripping shirt back and dropping it to the desk behind him, El places both hands on his belt buckle, "does that mean I should continue?"
"By all means!"
Dean had to stall, hearing a knock at the front door.
"Don't go on yet," he says, ducking out of the bedroom.
At the door Phil stood. It wasn't the first time he's picked up at the house, knowing to knock. If by chance anyone other than Dean opened the door, he would make excuse of 'wrong house' and leave. However, the door left open was an indication to make entry. Phil knew something was up, seeing Dean shirtless, unprepared to leave for school.
"What's up?" Phil's left to close the door himself.
Normally Dean would be all dressed, baseball cap on backwards, backpack over one shoulder and ready to leave with Phil, to proceed to the hardware store.
Phil, finding himself alone, follows Dean's instruction, closing the front door and finding his way to the bedroom. The 24-year old, standing at the entrance to the bedroom, having followed Dean, who hastily sped away, could only utter true feelings, gazing upon two shirtless guys, "well, what do we have here?"
Unlike Dean, he shows opinion, hand going right to the crotch of his pants.
"Phil, this is El. Mom hired him to look after us," Dean says.
Looking upon Phil, El could tell a couple of things right off. First, he's drop-dead gorgeous. Next, horny as hell, hand rubbing something in his jeans. Wasting no time, "uh, do I have permission to unfasten my belt?" he switches off his gaze between Dean and Phil.
Dean let it ride, when Phil asserts himself, "I'd sure like to do that myself!"
Both sets of eyes were affixed on Dean, looking for approval.
"Fine with me, whatever you guys want to do," Dean relinquishes control.
Phil has on his usual work attire, looking more like a cowboy, flannel shirt, jeans, leathery boots, everything but the typical hat.
"You can start by putting your hands behind your head, boy."
Not that was something new to Dean. From the start, meeting at the store, he was the controlling individual, Phil following every order.
"Anything for you, sir," El was hooked on the cowboy's looks and demeanor.
Dean didn't feel at all inclined to finish getting ready for school. He had yet to shower, dress and get his gear together. Instead, he swooped his night shorts down over his bareass, allowing his cock and balls to hang free!
Letting the college boy's pants fall to his ankles, Phil says, "you can do the rest."
More than a game of give and take, El was feeling more than roleplaying.
Phil had expected El to step out of his pants, but made no gripes when his hands migrated towards the top buttons of his flannel shirt.
Teasing, after unfastening the first button, El teases, "oh, did you mean my pants or..."
Neither El, nor Dean could be more surprised when Phil reaches out with both hands, grabbing El by the tips of both pecs and leans in for a kiss.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," El gasps from feeling on of the most awesome aspects of first contact, nips being mashed and pulled!
"Wow," is Dean's verbal response, but already he's been feeling the repercussions of seeing two guys getting it on. A little jealous, even though rubbing his own cock, he walks over to the side of the two and says, "hey, think I can get in on some of that?"
He knew how it went with one-on-one, but one guy and two others?
"Of course," Phil says, tearing lips away from El and like they normally did, he and Dean engaging in some kissing.
Older, wiser, having done it with more than two others, El's hands go to Phil's crotch as he sinks to his knees.
Taking his lips off Dean, Phil grabs the mane of El's bushy hair, "hey, did I tell you to do that, boy?"
Looking up, El says, "no. Sir."
Dean, having not done this before, three, let alone see how Phil can change from a mild-mannered cocksucker into a master of whims, enters into the threeway, "no you didn't, but before he does, you should strip, Phil!"
Mornings at the store, right after they ducked into the storeroom, there was no need for roleplayers, Phil on the buttons of his shirt and stripping it off, while Dean took his time. Without words or hesitation, Phil knew his place, taking the shirt off over the teen's head, working his own belt and pants, while Dean stripped off his shorts. It took more effort to take his cowboy boots off and Dean couldn't wait, so they stayed on while Phil knelt and sucked Dean's primed shaft. Up until this moment it's been strictly oral, Phil filling his stomach with Dean's cream.
Suddenly he was torn with following an order, while dishing it out, Phil standing there dumbfounded.
"What I mean is," Dean stalls, "you should sit in the chair while El takes your boots off."
El, kneeling, offers, "good idea, while I'm down here on my knees!"
Even though it didn't directly involve him, the view was impeccable, watching El take Phil's boots off. Dean didn't even know a man could enjoy sucking on another man's toes. It was cool too, because even though he made his statement, which had the other two knowing he was boss. Dean bit his lip, looking at the digital alarm clock beside the bed, thinking, 'oops, there goes first period!'
He drifted out of first period, hearing Phil say, "enough with the toes. Time to get on some real meat, boy!"
Dean didn't mind losing his kingly status. It was hot watching and yanking, while viewing El on his knees, Phil sinking in the chair, legs flayed apart, as El came up the middle. He never had his mouth on Phil's shaft, but it was cool to watch his au pair, uninhibited, clamped lips down on the tip and suck Phil's cock in, like sucking with a straw, till there wasn't anymore to suck in!
He's called to attention by Phil, "why don't you get behind him?"
Dean questions, like 'what for', "who? Me?"
Phil, if it came to it, he at all wouldn't mind having Dean stick his shaft in his ass. Into football, having gotten drunk one night, after an out of town game, he disengaged the alarm system at the hardware store, coaxed by having a seniore player fill his ass with their ten inch tool. Only about sex inches fit before he was in pain, but it was the first time and... it paved the way in case it happened again, drunk and irrational!
Phil had given Dean the opportunity, "if you don't, I will!"
Giving Phil the go ahead, Dean says, "I'd like to see that."
Making their way to the bed, what little clothing they had on, Phil and El stripped off.
"How do you want me, sir?"
Lying down on the bed, Phil realizes, by the clock, "we don't have much time. Mouth between my legs. And make it quick, boy!"
The sap was already leaking from Dean's tube. Seeing this, Phil moves to the side of the bed, "better yet, two's better than one!"
Looking to Dean, Phil patted the mattress of his right side.
"Really?" Dean's awareness peaked. "You want El to suck both of us? I mean, can it be done?"
For Phil, older than the other two, he's been around long enough to know more than a guy could suspect.
El is eager as heck, "hell-yeah!"
Awkwardly, Phil and Dean shifted about until, under El's guidance, their cocks could be melded together as nearly one. Using both hands, the au pair guided both shafts to his mouth. Opening, he decides both aren't going to fit. So, he alternates, licking Phil's tip, then Dean.
"Yeah, boy," Phil shows approval, "don't worry. We'll work at it until we get two in."
Dean had his doubts. He never heard of a dude sucking two cocks at once, so was pessimistic about it. Yet, he became skeptical when El fit at least both the tips of their cocks in his mouth!
The three moaned, groaned, making noises of pleasuring, until the final moment was on the approach. As it turns out, Phil signals for El to fall face forward.
He sympathizes, "sorry, Dean, but I've got to do this. Got a condom?"
In anticipation of someday, doing it, Dean did have a few, "in the draw," he signals the night table.
Upon looking at the draw Phil's hand is in, he again notices the time on the clock, uttering, "second period? Oh shit!"
Too busy ripping open the condom, applying it to his hard shaft, Phil didn't pay attention.
Dean, he was torn between wanting to watch El get fucked and who he was going to have to offer a blow job to, to cover up being late for half the school morning!
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