A Family For Christmas
Chapter 02
Tim: A Scary Moment
Micah's Precious Christmas Gift Pt.2
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CHASE: BIG BROTHER…GUARDIAN ANGEL
Even though my scrutiny was kind of brief I noticed him blushing when our eyes connected and I realized he had been sort of checking me out as well. I could tell his eyes had lingered just below my waist and it must have flustered him because he turned bright red now once he realized I had caught him staring at the bulge between my legs. It didn’t really bother me and I had gotten used to it over the years with my friends teasing me about it often enough.
Not wanting to make things even more uncomfortable I motioned for him to take a seat in my chair. He glanced at me and then the television set and smiled once he realized I was playing a video game. He set my clothes that I had put in my chair earlier on to my desk, and plopping himself down picked up another set of controllers as I restarted the game setting it for two people. We immersed ourselves into the game and chatted casually; two new friends getting to know one another. Within moments I could see him relaxing and enjoying the game while the time slipped on by. About thirty minutes later his clothes were dry and he slipped back into them while I checked up on Micah before getting us some snacks. It was starting to get late, but taking a look through the window towards his house we could see no one was home yet with him figuring it would still be a while. Without anything else to do we sat back down playing more video games and just chilling like two friends who’ve known one another for a long time now.
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TIM: A SCARY MOMENT
It’s been a long day already for me as I stared out of the car window. My older brother, Chase, had complained about how I was able to sleep in longer, and even Micah had teased me some over it, but now as I looked out the window I wish I had simply gone to school instead. It was cold, wet, and plain nasty out today as a single tear slipped over my cheek before I wiped it away with a finger. The visit to the hospital had left me a little upset and frightened with my thoughts a bit jumbled up for the ride back home. So far it had remained deathly quiet in the car as I sat back and tried to catch a nap. It was stop and go now on the main freeway because of the rain and the upcoming rush hour traffic.
Everything had started out just fine with me able to sleep in a little this morning before mom woke me up saying dad would be home here real soon to take us to the main hospital in the city of Altoona. They had a big complex there for our appointment so I had gotten dressed and when my dad arrived we had piled into the car and made our way to the hospital. A nurse did a quick evaluation taking down general information before instructing me to strip naked and get changed into one of those flimsy hospital gowns that left my butt open to the general public. Not that I was all too shy in the whole naked department, but this was different than being in the safety of my own home.
The exam room was cold and sterile and in the flimsy gown I could feel myself shuddering a bit from the chill in the air. It made me wonder why these rooms always had to feel so cold. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, which only got worse once the doctor stepped into the room. Evidently our family doctor was at some sort of convention meeting so had made arrangements with a couple of other doctors to take over his load while he was gone. The doctor who stepped into the hospital room was a woman making things a little uncomfortable for me. Of course my parents didn’t even seem to take notice as the lady doctor stepped right up and began to examine me.
At first it was the usual stuff like checking my weight, height, temperature, and blood pressure before using her stethoscope to listen to my heart and lungs. Of course this meant pulling down my gown, which wasn’t too bad I suppose since it was just my upper body. It was the next part where things began to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. My thigh up by my groin had been bothering me for a while now and at first we simply thought it was from a fall I had taken at the skate park where I got jammed into one of the side rails. When it happened it had left a dark bruising on the upper part of my leg along the inner thigh.
This was nothing new for me since I was always getting banged up. Most of the times it was just minor stuff just like the bruising along my thigh. Since I was actually pretty good on my skateboard most of the falls and wrecks were rather controlled. This was no different than the other times, so I had simply forgotten about it with the bruising healing up. It did ache at first a little, but it never seemed to go away so now my parents were wondering if I had somehow torn a muscle or something. The pain wasn’t bad or anything, just sort of a constant ache.
After the general exam the doctor had me lay on my back so she could check out my thigh. I blushed when she pulled up the hospital gown and began probing my thigh. Even though she left my privates covered up the bruising was so close that her hand would brush up against them now and then. I wasn’t that modest when it came to my naked body, but this was a woman not to mention my mom was there too so it made the whole experience a bit humiliating. It was one thing for my mom to see me naked at home as I walked around or whatever, but everyone was staring at what the woman doctor was doing and I felt very exposed and helpless. Thank goodness my dickie didn’t get hard or anything because I would have simply died right there on the spot. For once my little pecker managed to behave itself, but I had a feeling it had more to do with the anxiety and uncomfortable situation than anything else.
After the quick exam the doctor spoke to my parents and the rest of the day became a blur between activity and boredom as I waited for all of these different kinds of tests including a CT scan. The worst was when the doctor stuck a thin needle in my thigh. It hadn’t really hurt too much because she numbed the area with some sort of medication she spread on my skin, but it was way scary. She didn’t seem to be looking for any blood, but called it a biopsy to test the lump she had detected. If it hadn’t been so scary I might have been totally mortified because she had lifted my gown away from the area exposing my nards for all the other people in the room to see, like the two nurses, before covering up the area with a cloth that had a hole cut in it. Even this barely covered up my small goods and I began to blush until I saw the needle with my modesty and all thoughts of my naked state being tossed out the window.
The procedure went quick and was painless for the most part, but it left me worried because I heard little snippets of the conversation between the doctor and my parents. Words such as cancerous and other fancy words were bounced around making my heart thump loudly in my chest as I struggled not to panic. Of course mom and dad put on a brave face for me, but I began to worry about what was happening to me. After a long day and a ton of tests the doctor had some results discussing it with my folks with other words like surgery drifting my way. When I asked what was going on my parents said everything was fine, but we needed to talk about some things once we got home. Even though I hid it, I began to panic feeling totally lost and frightened beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
Now as we pulled up into our driveway all I wanted to do was find Chase for comfort. He would know what to do and it would be alright. When I had problems I could always count on him to make everything better. I loved my mom and dad, and they were always there for me when I needed them, but with my older brother it was different. I could always talk to him about things I couldn’t with mom and dad. Sometimes, it was just easier to confide in Chase some of my most private thoughts and feelings.
No sooner had dad turned off the car that I bolted for the door and hustled inside the house. I heard my parents yelling out to me, but I ignored them as tears began to well up in my eyes. The fear and emotions of the entire day suddenly burst through as I ran up the stairs knowing Chase was probably in his room. The door was slightly open so through bleary eyes I shoved past it, and seeing him propped up by his pillow and lying on the bed, immediately ran into his arms as huge sobs began to escape from my mouth. I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I let it all out feeling my brother’s strong comforting arms wrapping around me in a firm embrace.
On the edges of my awareness I detected a flurry of activity in Chase’s small room, but I ignored it all, completely lost in my emotional state as I let it all out. I was so scared that I could feel my entire body shaking from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. The only thing preventing me from totally loosing it were the strong gentle arms wrapped tightly around my torso and the warmth from my older brother’s body which seemed to wrap me up protectively as he began to rock me back and forth. Even the familiarity of his clean soapy scent intermingled with that recognizable teen like sweaty musk somehow managed to make me feel a little better. Just being close to Chase began to set me more at ease as I allowed my emotions to finally release its firm grip over my body.
“Oh God, Tim…wh…what’s wrong…oh god Tim…please don’t cry. It’ll be alright, but you have to tell me what’s wrong?” I heard my older brother’s pleading voice as it caught with emotions.
I could tell he was frightened now as well and I felt a little bad about dumping on him like this, but I didn’t know where else to turn. Mom and dad had been so quiet in the car. I know they loved me, but sometimes they just thought I was some stupid kid and didn’t handle things so good. Not like Chase, he never talked down to me always being honest and upfront, even if it was something difficult to talk about. Sometimes mom and dad hid things which made it only worse.
“I’m scared Chase. At…at the hospital I had to do all these tests and they were talking about cancer and surgery, but mom and dad wouldn’t tell me anything. It’s not fair. Why do they treat me like some little baby? I deserve to know what’s going on, but they didn’t tell me anything only saying it was alright and we’d talk about it later, but I heard the doctor talking to them some and…and…it isn’t fair.” I blubbered, knowing it wasn’t making sense when I felt another presence on the bed.
Glancing over it was Micah with a blanket wrapped around his body as he immediately joined in and cuddled up with us. He was sobbing now too, which made me feel awful about dumping it all on Chase again, not to mention the smaller boy who had overheard us and was now anxious. The little guy had so many worries of his own, and it was my responsibility as his older brother to make sure he didn’t have to fret about things. Then I saw my parents entering the room looking a bit harried and worried as well.
Both mom and dad came right over looking a bit upset about everything as they wrapped all three of us in their arms. “Oh Tim, I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding.” I heard my dad whispering gently shaking his head. “I didn’t realize you had heard some of the conversations and it had troubled you so much.” He sighed taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I suppose since we are all here maybe I should go ahead and tell everyone what we know so far.” He sighed.
It only took a minute or two for him to let us know the doctor had detected a lump and thought at first maybe it could be a cancerous tumor like sarcoma, but after the tests she seemed to think it might be something different, maybe something called Myositis Ossificans. He explained that this was a non-tumorous soft tissue mass that occurs after a blunt trauma, like what happened with my skateboarding accident. The soft tissue reacts to the trauma by forming a bony mass.
The doctor had explained to my parents that patients present with either a painful or painless mass which increases in size. These types of tumors usually occur in the upper arm, thighs, or buttocks. X-rays tend to show a round ossified (bony) mass which may be read as a sarcoma. However, the myositis ossificans has a distinct margin of ossification (bone formation) with an active center containing immature cells. Sarcomas have active and inactive tissues on the outer margin with an inactive center. Bone scans show increased activity in the area of the mass for about eight to twelve weeks, and then the activity decreases. The CT scan is the best imaging to show the bony mass. Treatment involves observation or excision usually after an eight to twelve week period because if it is cut out before full maturation, recurrence is likely. The lesions sometimes resolve without treatment.
“So, what exactly does all of this mean?” I heard Chase asking what I was thinking, feeling him giving me a reassuring squeeze.
“Well, we still have to wait for the results of the biopsy to tell us if it is a sarcoma, Myositis Ossificans, or even something else. The doctor seems to think it is Myositis though and usually they don’t need to do any kind of surgery on those types of lumps because they go away on their own, but with Tim it’s been there for a couple of months so they may just cut it out.” He explained with me beginning to panic.
“What…no way.” I whined with Chase looking at me and rolling his eyes.
“Don’t be such a baby. It’ll probably be a simple day surgery type of thing where you go in, they make a little cut, take out the tumor, and then send you back home.” He told me with my dad nodding in agreement.
“Yup, that’s what the doctor seemed to indicate. You probably won’t even have any stitches and it won’t be any worse than a cut you get while skateboarding. You might be laid up for a couple of days at the most here at home, but she indicated you would be able to walk around a little the very same day. You will have to take it easy for a few days afterwards making sure to keep the small wound cleaned up, but it shouldn’t keep you out of action for too long.” He explained making me feel a little better.
“S…so…I’ll be alright then?” I asked still a little worried.
“Yes, I promise Tim, everything will be just fine. The odds of you having cancer are very low, but they want to rule it out. Even if it is something like sarcoma the doctor indicated it was caught very early so recovery would be very high for you. I promise no matter what, it will be just fine.” My dad assured me with Chase giving me a gentle hug.
Movement caught my attention and I noticed for the first time another boy who I didn’t know standing there in the room watching us intently looking a bit pale. “Oh…hi…who are you?” I asked curiously and blushing, a little embarrassed because he had seen me crying like a little baby with everyone now turning their attention towards the new kid.
As my eyes settled on him my heart suddenly began to thunder in my chest. He was about a year older than me, but something about him made my heart skip a beat and sent it racing inside my chest. He was wearing red colored skinny jeans and a gray long sleeved hoodie that had a broad red stripe across the chest and a broad blue one right below it. Below those two broad stripes were multiple smaller blue horizontal ones all the way down to the hem. My eyes focused on his tight jeans that seemed to fit him comfortably, but not too tightly because he was kind of on the thin side with long arms and legs. He wasn’t skinny or anything, but his long lanky kind of physique sort of made him look thinner than he really was and also taller. He had very soft features with blue eyes just like Chase, yet also somehow different, which at the moment I couldn’t quite figure out how.
Taking a closer look at him the boy looked pale as if he wanted to throw up. It made me wonder if we were making him feel uncomfortable with the flurry of activity and upset over what just happened with my blubbering entry into Chase’s room. The other boy just stared back, his eyes firmly riveted on me like mine were on him as I saw him trying to swallow as if he were in a daze.
It was Micah who seemed to come to the rescue as he immediately hopped off the bed and ran towards the other boy wrapping his arms around him. “His name is Allen and he saved me at school today. He’s a hero and my guardian angel.” He firmly announced with my parents furling their eyebrows and looking at Chase before he hastily filled us all in with the major points of what happened at school and not going into too many details.
The other boy seemed frozen for several long moments while Chase explained things to us. He kept staring at me with his face looking very pale when he suddenly disentangled himself from Micah’s arms and quickly but politely excused himself.
“I…I…um…I…need some air…sorry…it’s just…sorry,” He began immediately making his way to the door and heading downstairs.
The look on the other boy’s face worried me, but thankfully my dad patted me on the arm indicating he would check up on Allen. It’s not how I wanted to make friends with a new boy; especially, one who had come to Micah’s rescue. I felt bad I hadn’t been there for my little brother, but things had been fine at school until today. Most of the kids who were my friends didn’t have anything against the smaller boy, and Micah had plenty of friends his own age as well. Every once in a while there were one or two older kids who gave him some grief, but nothing’s ever happened to him like what occurred today and I was mad about it.
“You alright?” My mom asked me as I nodded my head indicating it would be alright before she kissed me on the cheek and left me alone with Chase and Micah.
When my mom left I motioned for Micah to join us back on Chase’s bed as we cuddled up together. “How about you Micah, are you alright, those bullies didn’t hurt you or anything?” I asked a little worried feeling his warm naked body cuddling up on my lap making me wonder why he wasn’t dressed.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Allen tried to stick up for me, but it was three older boys against the two of us so not really a fair fight until Chase came in and chased them away.” He explained before chuckling with me quickly picking up about the whole “chase” thing as we both glanced at my older brother who also grinned shaking his head.
“What?” He chuckled.
“Nothing, just that maybe mom and dad knew what they were doing when they named you.” I teased with him shaking his head and motioning for us to get up.
“Alright you two.” He sighed. “Maybe Micah should get into some clothes. I mean we’ve got a guest hanging around and you’ve already flashed the guy once.” He teased Micah ruffling the younger boy’s blond locks.
“We don’t want to scare the poor guy away before he actually gets to know us.” My brother chuckled with me doing the same having a good idea of what he meant by Micah flashing poor Allen by mistake since we tended to be fairly open in front of one another.
“As for you young man,” he grinned poking me in the ribs making me flinch and giggle, “since it seemed as if you had a rough day maybe a nice hot shower will perk you right back up. Enough moping about with something we won’t know for a day or two. Besides, dad and mom seem to think everything will be alright.” He suggested to me as I thought on it for a second and seemed to agree wondering what had become of Allen and why he had left so suddenly.
What I didn’t know was that my dad had followed the twelve year old boy outside. He was consoling the lanky boy whose hand was stretched out against a tree as he bent over and began to heave. The kid was pale and shaking as if the incident inside the house had upset him.
“Are you alright?” Mr. Miner asked the twelve year old boy as he walked over and placed his hand gently on the little guy’s shoulder.
It had stopped raining momentarily, but from experience he knew it would start up here again, but he ignored it; instead, focusing his attention on the other boy who was obviously upset and nodding his head. “Um…yeah…I’m fine…I guess.” The slight boy nodded breathing in and out slowly trying to shake off the nausea.
Mr. Miner studied the boy and shook his head sadly as something sort of clicked into place. “It’s about cancer isn’t it…someone close to you?” Mr. Miner asked gently with the boy suddenly straightening up his sad eyes gazing over towards the man.
He really didn’t know Chase and Micah’s family, so wasn’t comfortable with the question. The man like the rest of the family seemed kind enough, but they were still strangers. Besides, this was kind of private and not something he wanted to talk about.
Mr. Miner could see the smaller boy was uncomfortable with his inquiry so he dropped it not wanting to push things. “It’s alright Allen; it was sort of unfair for me to ask something so personal.” He gave the boy a gentle reassuring pat on his shoulder. “Just so you know the doctor was ninety nine percent sure Tim didn’t have cancer and only did the tests to rule it completely out. Sorry if we scared you like this with our family problems.”
The lanky boy nodded his thanks straightening up before gazing across the way towards a small house and sighed. Mr. Miner followed his gaze recognizing the place. He knew people had recently moved in and realized it must be Allen’s house.
“Ah…I see,” Mr. Miner nodded. “You moved into the small house down the road. I was wondering who had purchased the property. I take it you got locked out today?” He chuckled trying to set the boy at ease and who looked over at him shrugging his shoulders, but also giving him a soft shy smile.
“Yeah, it was pouring down rain and I guess Chase and Micah must have noticed me getting soaked so invited me in. I hope that was alright?” He asked with Mr. Miner nodding his head.
“Of course it is, and I’d expect no less out of my boys, but I’m afraid if your folks use the freeway coming from Altoona they probably got stuck in traffic and it might still be a while. On the way home we heard on the radio that there was an accident on Interstate ninety nine that had all the lanes blocked off. I guess a big truck slid and spilled the contents it was hauling all over the road. They said it would be hours before traffic got moving again.” He offered up with the other boy moaning.
Chuckling Mr. Miner reached out and wrapped his arms around the boy’s shoulders. “Come-on back inside where it is warmer. It’s going to start to rain again here in a couple of minutes. I know it got a bit hectic there for a few, but believe me Tim usually isn’t such a drama queen once you get to know him. He’s a handful though, and a bit high strung, but in a good way, and I’m sure now that he knows what is going on he will be his usual upbeat self.” Mr. Miner offered up with the other boy seemingly nodding and allowing himself to be directed back towards the house before pausing on the covered porch and looking back towards his house.
“But what about my fo…um…I mean…they won’t know where I am.” The boy looked a bit concerned.
Mr. Miner sighed and gave the boy a reassuring hug. “How about if you go on inside and hang out with the boys while I write up a note letting your folks know you are over here at our place eating dinner. I’ll give them our address and phone number so they can contact you once they get home. I’m sure the boys would love to have you stay for dinner and so would me and my wife. It’s the least we can do since you were looking out for Micah.” Mr. Miner told the other boy directing him inside the door while he went and got some paper and a pen to write up the promised note.
It took several days before we finally heard back from our family doctor. He was back from his convention and the doctor who had filled in for him had passed on all the information regarding my situation. To my relief it wasn’t cancer, but my doctor did schedule me for the minor surgery to remove the mass in my inner thigh. The idea of having surgery scared me to death, but Chase assured me it wouldn’t be a big cut because these days the technology was so advanced that most surgeries weren’t as invasive. I trusted my older brother, and now as I drowsed in the back seat on the way home I don’t know why I had been so scared.
The entire thing seemed to happen so fast. I went to the hospital early in the morning and got changed into the typical ‘back-end’ open gown before my doctor sat down and explained the quick procedure to me. After that things happened really fast with them giving me some sort of medication that knocked me out and when I opened up my eyes my parents were there to greet me saying it was all done. There wasn’t even hardly any pain. After another couple of hours with the doctors and nurses checking up on me I was released and on my way back home.
Now as we drove home I had to admit everything after Micah’s incident this week started to fall into place. The little guy had been worried about Chase because the boy who had bullied him threatened to tell his older brother. Of course he did and there was a brief altercation and exchange of words between the two older boys, but once Chase explained how the guys’ twelve year old brother and his other buddies ganged up on Micah who was only ten years old the situation resolved itself. The other high school kid was a jerk at times, but even he recognized how his twelve year old brother had crossed the line.
For Allen things seemed to go alright as well. He had been really worried about school, but we told him if nothing else he was our friend. The boy seemed surprised at how quickly we had accepted him, but it was how we all felt saying he was now like family because of the way he had stuck up for Micah. The poor kid had blushed shyly and I had to smile at his sudden bashfulness. There was something about him that made my insides tingle all strange like. My stomach was constantly fluttering and it was difficult for me to rip my gaze away from him. He seemed to notice how I would stare at him, and I’d catch him watching me at times too. When we caught one another we’d both blush bashfully.
Allen was a little over a year older than me, but I really liked him and the two of us seemed to hit it off. He also got along really well with both Chase and Micah, but age wise the two of us were closer so the friendship seemed to be more solid between us. I could tell he appeared to like me as well, but sometimes I’d see a melancholy sadness come over him and he’d look away from me. I got the sense something was bothering him, but couldn’t quite figure it out yet. After a while I even felt as if it wasn’t just one thing in particular, but maybe several things as he seemed to struggle through some weighty issues.
Initially, I thought it might be problems at school, but that seemed to have worked itself out. At first the boys involved in the incident with Micah began to harass him, but word soon got out with what happened and how he had stuck up for one of the younger boys they had ganged up on. Once other kids found out they began sticking up for him as well. Allen soon found out that it paid to have us as friends since for the most part we were well regarded in general by most of the kids in the area. We never created problems, were into sports and excelled in it, and did well in school. As a family we were fairly popular and well known so most kids tended to be friends with us even if it was a casual kind of friendship.
Now as we approached the house my thoughts wandered over to Allen. He’s been hanging around with us just about every day even walking home to and from the school with me and Micah. His folks didn’t seem to mind. From what I understood, the first day when he got locked out was kind of a fluke because there was always someone home by the time he got out of school. At least that is what Allen told us. I didn’t know since I’ve never even met his folks because the twelve year old boy always hung around with us at our house. It didn’t really bother me because it’s only been a few days since we met and I knew sooner or later we’d meet his folks too. I know my parents had talked to them a time or two over the phone already so it really wasn’t an issue.
The more Allen and I hung out together the more I liked him. In many ways he was kind of shy and reserved like Micah, but also had a great sense of humor. He was a typical kid who enjoyed a lot of similar activities like the rest of us. Of course we all loved video games and even though he wasn’t into competing on the skateboard he was able to hold his own. I couldn’t wait until I could take him to the skate park, but that would have to hold off for a while now since I wouldn’t be able to go until my leg healed up.
I was kind of bummed out about not being able to get on my skateboard because it meant I’d miss out on the competition this weekend. I begged my doctor and parents to wait for the operation until after the weekend and the competition, but the doctor had insisted we had to go with the surgeon’s schedule and it was out of his hands. He explained when it came to surgery things were always on a tight schedule and it was important I get it done now. Even though there wasn’t much danger of it harming me if I didn’t have surgery sometimes postponing things could create issues making something harmless into something dangerous. In the end my parents said one competition wasn’t worth the risk so was firm about me getting it done.
As we pulled into the driveway I had to smile because Chase, Micah, and Allen were all playing in the yard together. I noticed the soccer ball sitting off to the side and knew they had probably come out to kick it around a little, but at some point they must have gotten distracted into a totally different game. Evidently, they had raked up the leaves in the yard into a huge pile and were currently squirming around in the massive mound pushing and shoving one another playfully. As soon as they saw us pulling into the driveway they immediately ran up to the car to see how I was doing.
Of course Micah opened up the door and instantly squirmed inside giving me a big hug, relief etched all over his features holding back tears. I could tell he had been really worried despite my parents explaining to him that it was just routine surgery. He didn’t have a lot of experiences in hospitals, at least not good ones, and it sort of reminded my parents they really did need to schedule an appointment for him to have a routine medical checkup. Of course he had blanched at the idea wondering what it all entailed and a little frightened by the prospect, but my parents insisted so had set up an appointment for him. The smaller boy wasn’t happy about it, but when Chase promised he’d go with him and said it wouldn’t do any harm for him to have a checkup as well the little guy didn’t seem to mind so much anymore. If his big brother was going to be there and suffer through it then he could as well.
Even though I was already able to walk around a little, my dad ended up carrying me upstairs into my room saying the doctor insisted I take it easy for a few days and not to overdo things. Of course I was supposed to get up and walk around a little to work my leg and muscles, but the doctor’s instructions were firm in that I stay in bed for a couple of days before slowly increasing my normal activities. Someone would have to change my bandages three times a day to start out with making sure to keep the wound area clean. There was a mild pain reliever and some other medications to prevent me from getting an infection, and there was also an ointment that was supposed to be applied to the surgical cut.
My dad carried me up to my bed and set me down with the rest of the guys piling inside. He made sure I didn’t need anything before leaning down, giving me a gentle kiss, and leaving knowing I wanted to be alone with the others. As soon as my dad left I glanced over towards Chase motioning for him to help me as I winced swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” My older brother asked a bit concerned.
“Dude, I’ve needed to take a piss ever since I woke up.” I groaned seeing him shaking his head and chuckle.
“Then why didn’t you go sooner?” He asked with me scrunching up my face.
“You’re kidding right. I mean, I’d have to piss in a bottle and everyone was standing around in my room. It would have been embarrassing.” I insisted with him rolling his eyes and chuckling, but helping me up when I motioned for him to get me into the bathroom. “I’ll be right back guys.” I winced because even though the surgery wasn’t a major one, they still cut a tumor out of my leg making me sore.
“Dude, for real,” Chase sighed shaking his head. “I still don’t see why you didn’t go in the hospital. It’s not as if you are all that shy about your stuff. Not the way you walk around naked all the time flashing everyone.” He chuckled.
“Hey, I told you, that’s like totally different. I don’t know all those people and I’m not that bad here at home.” I protested knowing my brother was only teasing me, but still it was part of the game after all as I heard him chuckling with even Micah joining in.
Glancing over my shoulder I glared at Micah. “Hey, you are one to talk. At least I don’t go around flashing just anyone who pops over to the house.” I pointed out referring to the incident when he had flashed Allen the other day as I stuck my tongue out at him which only made him laugh even harder while the twelve year old boy blushed from my insinuation.
Chase half carried and I half hobbled into the bathroom as he held on to me around my waist with my left arm draped over his shoulders for support. While he held me up I pulled down the front of my sweatpants with my right hand and fumbled around trying to grab my small pecker at the same time so I could aim it properly. I had popped an erection because I had to go so bad, but my older brother didn’t tease me about it. Bless his heart because he could tell I was having problems with trying to hold down my sweatpants while also trying to grab on to my stiff two and a quarter inch little cocklet so I wouldn’t piss all over the place. Reaching over with his left hand he grabbed the sweatpants holding them down for me so I could take care of my own business. I sighed in relief as I let loose and it seemed to take forever as a steady stream continued to flow out of me with my stiff dickie slowly deflating as I emptied out my bladder.
“Damn dude, for a guy with such a small pecker you sure do piss a lot.” Chase teased me chuckling.
The comment about my little penis really didn’t bother me because I knew he wasn’t being mean and was only teasing me like brothers were supposed to. Still, it made me wonder if I was ever going to get bigger down there. It was kind of puny and even Micah was bigger down there than me and he was younger. Not to mention I also had a small tight ball sack.
“I wish it would start to grow down there already.” I sighed a bit frustrated about my size which seemed to catch Chase by surprise because I had never really voiced any disappointment about my stuff before.
He was about to say something when my stream finally slowed down into a trickle with some of it splashing against the back of his hand making me giggle. “Hey, dude watch it.” He scolded, but not harshly as he chuckled shaking his head.
“Well, see what you’ve done…you hurt little Willie’s feelings.” I retorted giving my soft two incher a few shakes watching a droplet or two splash against his hand.
“Fuck dude, for real.” He chuckled shaking his head, but allowing me to finish up as he looked over at me catching my attention before I glanced back down studying my small pecker.
“Do you think it will get bigger?” I asked already knowing the answer, but I guess just needed reassurance with Chase rolling his shoulders.
“Yeah of course it will Tim, but it still doesn’t mean you will ever get like huge down there or anything. You’re old enough to know everyone’s different down there maturing differently and on your own time table, but believe me when I tell you I think you look just fine down there. You are a great kid and if you weren’t my brother I’d say even sexy. Besides, size isn’t everything and when you have a girlfri…um…when you meet the right person it won’t matter if you are big or small down there.” He paused gathering his thoughts before continuing.
“When the right person comes along…well…then it becomes more about how it feels just to be together whether it is a casual hug or…um…you know…more sexual. I wouldn’t worry about it so much because I’m sure once puberty hits things will sort of average out for you.” He assured me as I watched him reach out with his middle finger to tickle my ball sack making me giggle and squirm a little at his little naughty playfulness.
“Pervert,” I teased with the both of us busting up laughing as he released my sweatpants forcing me to tuck my penis away before I could shake off any more wet droplets on to the back of his hand.
His omission regarding a girlfriend didn’t go unnoticed by me though as I wondered not for the first time if he knew I might have certain kinds of feelings towards guys that I didn’t have when it came to girls. Sometimes I wondered if these sorts of feelings indicated I might be gay. I got the sense that Chase felt I just might be gay, but I also had the impression it really didn’t bother him if I was different in that way. In a way it sort of left me feeling a sense of relief because it seems as if lately I’ve been thinking a lot about boys and it wasn’t just the usual stuff like goofing around. My feelings were becoming more sexual when I thought about some of my friends.
The last few nights I even found myself fantasizing about Allen with the twelve year old boy insinuating himself into my dreams which had become increasingly more sexually oriented. I knew these things happened with boys and we couldn’t control our dreams, but it did make me begin to wonder if maybe there was more to my feelings than simply my body going through any changes. After all, puberty was still a year or two off so it couldn’t be that, which left me thinking there was more to it.
My thoughts wandered over towards Allen and I had to admit I thought he was really cute. I loved it when he wore those tight fitting skinny jeans. On the other boy’s thin frame it really showed off his sexy features. I found myself glancing down between his legs often, checking out his nice pre-teen little bulge. It was kind of difficult to tell exactly what he was hiding. Sometimes I got the sense he may not be all that big down there, while at other times when he seemed to pop a stiffie I got the impression he might be kind of big down there. In a way the mystery of it all was intriguing and kind of sexy forcing my fantasies while I slept to run wild.
“So, now it is Willie.” Chase teased bringing me out of my musings.
“Huh?” I asked confused at first.
“Willie.” He nodded his head towards my crotch referring to my earlier comment while reaching out and flushing the toilet before guiding me over to the sink. “Well, if Willie doesn’t learn to behave itself we will need to have a healthy discussion and I might just have to teach it some manners.” He teased making a move as if he was going to smack me in the nuts to emphasize his threat.
Of course I reacted by jolting, which made me wince for a second because of the sharp pain in my leg. Chase noticed and supported my weight while I gasped and held on to his shoulder for stability. It was only a brief moment of discomfort that went away quickly, but I could tell it had worried my older brother.
“Dude, I’m sorry.” I heard him tell me gently his voice turning soft and filled with concern while I shrugged it off.
“Nah, no sweat. It just caught me by surprise is all. Besides, I kind of deserved it for pissing over your hand.” I teased letting him know everything was alright and he didn’t have to treat me like some wimpy little pansy.
“You sure…I mean…I didn’t hurt you or anything?” He asked with me shaking my head.
“Nah, the doctor said there might be a sharp pain now and then if I moved wrong or too quickly, but that in a few days I won’t even feel any pain anymore.” I assured him seeing relief flood his features. “Um…I do have a favor though.” I added seeing him glancing at me as he turned on the faucet to wash off his hands.
We rinsed off our hands and dried them on the towel with him turning his gaze at me as if waiting. “Well?” He asked with me shrugging my shoulders.
“It’s nothing really big or anything. Just…well…the doctor said to start out I needed my bandages changed three times a day. I was wondering if you could do it. The doctor explained what needs to be done and it is simple enough.” I tried to explain with Chase scrunching up his face.
“Don’t you think maybe mom or dad should do that? I mean, they might not be too comfortable with me doing something that important.” He pointed out while I sighed and bit my lower lip.
“Um…yeah I suppose, but dad is pretty busy at work again. You know with Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and followed right after with Christmas. I guess mom could do it, but…you know…it’s kind of embarrassing. I mean the cut is right there next to…you know.” I hinted nodding my head towards my groin making him chuckle.
“Dude, you walk around naked all the time and you are worried about her seeing your stuff.” He chuckled with me blushing.
“Hey, that’s a little different than her actually…you know…messing around down there right next to…uh…you know. Not to mention mom sort of gets a little embarrassed by me walking around naked all the time. She’s not like dad who grew up out in the country and used to go skinny dipping with his brothers and cousins. Besides, I’m getting a little too old for her to be seeing me all naked up close…I’ll be turning eleven here this weekend you know. Not to mention what if I sort of…you know…,” I hinted by curling my finger and then straightened it out as if my dickie was getting hard.
Chase chuckled shaking his head, but was cool about it. “Yeah, I get it bro…no worries. I’ll talk to dad about it first letting him know you are getting too old for mom to be snooping around your burgeoning manhood since you are turning eleven after all.” He sniggered teasingly while I rolled my eyes at him, but was glad he’d take care of it and thinking it a good idea to approach dad first.
My dad understood about those sorts of things and it was really easy to talk to him about touchy issues. I suppose since he grew up with a couple of brothers he sort of understood how it worked and was able to relate to us easier. My mom grew up in a stricter kind of household, but it really didn’t show because in many ways she was very laid back with us boys as well. We could talk to her too with most things, but of course there were certain guy types of issues which were simply best left to be discussed with my dad.
The small trip to the bathroom had me sweating now and I could see my older brother’s concerned look as he held on to my waist tighter and lifted most of my weight hurrying back into my room. As we stepped inside I glanced over towards the other two boys and had to stifle a giggle. Allen was sitting in the chair and Micah had wormed his way onto the twelve year old boy’s lap. They were watching the television my parents had set up in my room since I was going to be laid up. Even though Chase had one in his room my folks didn’t allow one in mine saying I was still too young.
At times it was a little frustrating, but Chase didn’t get one in his room until he was like thirteen years old so I guess it wasn’t right for me to complain about it. They did put a television in my room if Micah and I were home sick, so that was cool. Chase helped me into my bed and I had to giggle with my older brother furling his eyebrows at me questioningly. I nodded my head in the other two boys’ direction. He chuckled too because Micah was leaning back into Allen’s chest looking snug as a bug while Allen’s eyes kept darting around a bit uncomfortable by the whole situation. It was obvious the other boy didn’t have siblings so wasn’t sure if the whole situation with Micah on his lap was an acceptable scenario. Of course once Micah became a part of our family his whole demeanor had changed as well. He saw how I would snuggle up with my folks or with Chase and soon enough he was doing the same thing. Naturally, my folks seemed to enjoy cuddling with us as well, and even though Chase wouldn’t admit it he did too.
“What are you two up to?” I heard Chase asking while he carefully lifted my legs on to my bed brushing some of my damp hair out of my forehead.
Closing my eyes I sighed in relief feeling his palm pressing up against my cheeks and then my forehead as if checking my temperature. When I opened my eyes he looked a little worried, but I smiled letting him know I’d be alright here in a minute or two.
Allen’s voice kind of squeaked nervously for a second. “I…uh…nothing.” He gulp and when I glanced over I could tell Micah had popped a stiffie because he had pitched a tent in front of his khaki’s and I’m sure it didn’t go unnoticed by Allen who looked really nervous about it.
It wasn’t anything unusual with the younger boy always popping a stiffie when he snuggled up with one of us. It’s happened to me plenty of times too, but everyone kind of ignored it. Well, sometimes Chase would tease me or Micah about it, but we’d tease him about his huge one too because he wasn’t immune to popping one in front of us at times either. I suppose it was just something we were used to and just came naturally to either ignore or tease each other about it.
Micah glanced over towards Chase and smiled. “We were talking about him spending the night for the weekend. I told him it would be a lot of fun, but he wasn’t so sure mom and dad would let him with Tim and all.” He looked towards us a bit hopeful while I glanced at Chase thinking it might be kind of cool to have our new friend spending the weekend over at the house with us.
My older brother motioned towards Micah. “Um…dude…maybe you should get off of Allen’s lap.” He grinned shaking his head. “He doesn’t have any brothers or sisters so doesn’t look too comfortable with you all snuggled up with him.” He cautioned our little blond imp with the smaller boy sighing and getting off his savior’s lap.
Ever since that day when Allen came to his rescue my little brother seemed captivated with the older boy. I couldn’t blame him because I felt myself being drawn more and more towards the quiet and shy boy. There was just something about him that I really liked, but he also seemed to be holding back some things. Whatever it was he’d let us know when he was ready.
“Don’t look so bummed out about it Micah.” My older brother teased chuckling. “It’ll just take a while for him to get used to you being such a cuddle bug.” He added motioning towards the little tyke indicating the boy could snuggle with him.
It was obvious Micah was having one of those days where he needed a bit of love and affection. When we first took him in my parents had talked to me and Chase saying that there might be times when the smaller boy may feel a bit insecure because of the foster care situation and it was important for us all to let him know how much he was loved and that it would be alright.
The way our little guy lit up made me smile with a tear welling up because I really have come to love him as if he were my real life flesh and blood brother. Who could resist such a cute little guy who had the biggest heart in the world? Despite his hard life the younger boy had nothing but kindness and affection towards others as he hesitated for a moment before running over to the dresser drawer. Opening one of them up he peeled off his sweatshirt leaving on his blue print t-shirt he was wearing underneath before tugging off his khaki’s without a care about Allen sitting in our room. The twelve year old boy’s eyes bugged out of his head when he noticed the tent Micah was pitching in his white briefs before he looked away his cheeks flushing completely red.
Glancing over towards Chase I noticed my older brother rolling his eyes while I simply chuckled knowing that could have easily been me. When I’m at home sometimes I forgot about the unspoken dress code thing. I’ve even done the same thing Micah was doing when I’ve had my own friends over with them teasing me about it. I never knew what the big deal was since we were all boys anyway. I suppose having an older brother and now a younger one the whole nudity thing just wasn’t such a big deal for me. Mine was the smallest with even Micah’s being bigger than mine, while Chase’s was huge. Both Chase and I were cut while our little fair-haired scamp still had foreskin, but in the end we were all boys so even though we were different we still had the same thing swinging between our legs so no big deal.
Watching Micah scrambling up into my older brother’s lap made me smile. The little guy had wormed his way into our hearts from the very beginning last year on that fateful Christmas day. Even though I knew Santa didn’t exist in like the whole real physical sense, I still believed in him because of what he stood for and I would always be grateful to Saint Nick for wrapping up the little guy in a neat package and handing him over to us as the most precious gift me and Chase ever got.
The smaller boy leaned back into Chase’s arms and I just about busted a gut because sure enough he still had a stiffie that poked straight outwards in his silky pair of blue gym shorts he had slipped into. I tried to stifle my giggle because I could see what was about to happen as I glanced over towards Allen who was gawking again staring at Micah’s decent sized erection pushing outwards against the silky blue fabric of his shorts. When I glanced between Allen’s legs it didn’t surprise me to see the mound down there begin to grow as well in his blue pair of skinny jeans. I didn’t know what looked better on him the color blue or red, but I did know I loved seeing him wear those tighter jeans as I had to adjust the beginnings of my own dickie getting hard.
Blushing, I glanced back up into Allen’s face relieved to see he hadn’t caught me staring at his crotch, but then smiled when I noticed he seemed to be staring at mine. Glancing down to my crotch I suddenly realized I had gotten hard too with my thumb and finger twirling around the tip of my knob. My face flushed red when I realized how the fabric of my sweatpants had wrapped tightly around my small two and a quarter inch hard dickie because I had been twirling my finger around the tip of my nub. The soft thin cottony material had wrapped around my erection exposing the complete outline of my rigid penis including the shape of my nozzle.
My sweatpants had even snuggled up against my small ping pong sized boy bag with the shape of my two hazelnut sized testicles forming two small lumps in the thin fabric. I didn’t really know how to feel about it. I mean by the way Allen was staring at me it left little doubt he seemed to be enjoying the view. I even saw him licking his lips as he reached down to adjust himself with my own eyes widening at what appeared to be the outline of a long thin penis. It was only a brief glimpse leaving me wondering if it was really the outline of his penis I had seen or just the bunching up of the stiff jean fabric. When a guy wore jeans it could be very difficult to get a good idea of what he was packing between his legs. Sometimes you’d see a definite bulge as the stiff fabric pressed up against a guy’s crotch, but any defining outlines of a guy’s penis or ball sack was kind of difficult to make out.
“Geeze for real Micah…you’re going to poke someone’s eye out one of these times with that sharp pointed stick of yours.” I heard my older brother teasing voice as I tore my eyes away from Allen before he caught me staring noticing the pre-teen doing the same thing.
Shifting my gaze back over towards my brother I burst out laughing because Chase suddenly snatched at our little blond scamp’s stiff pecker. He gave the pointed stiff tuber a firm squeeze, with the little guy immediately squealing and squirming around in my older brother’s arms trying to get away. Even Allen couldn’t resist laughing at the playful banter, but I did see the twelve year old boy reach down and give his own goods a quick squeeze as if adjusting his stiff erection again. From my second brief glance, I had to admit he did seem to have a decent sized bulge before he shifted his erection into a more comfortable position that didn’t show as much. It once more made me wonder what he was packing down there. The thought was only a brief one as I focused my attention back to my two brothers as Chase released Micah’s little pickle. He wrapped the youngster up in his arms before leaning down and giving the blond rascal a kiss on the top of his head.
The little scamp twisted in my older brother’s arms immediately giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before smothering the teen in a big tight hug. “Luv you,” I heard Micah sigh sincerely while my older brother embraced him softly for several long seconds enjoying the moment and nodding his head.
“Yeah, I love you too Micah,” He sighed pulling back slightly so he could look into the little guy’s face as he brushed the long soft silky locks from the boy’s eyes. “I love you and you make all of us happy each and every day you are in our lives. I love everything about you. I love your sparkling Carolina Blue eyes.” My brother whispered leaning in kissing both of Micah’s eyes. “I love your cute perky little nose.” He added giving that a little kiss as well. “I love your soft lips.” He admitted and to my surprise he leaned in giving the smaller boy a quick peck, the first time I’ve seen him do that. “And I love you from head to toe.” He finished up as I busted up laughing.
I couldn’t help it because my older brother suddenly began to kiss the poor little guy all over his face before forcing the squirming and squealing boy on to the bed. He didn’t stop there continuing to smother the smaller boy with kisses starting at the top of his head and working his way all the way down to the boy’s socked feet. I wrinkled my nose in disgust because he grabbed the boy’s feet and even kissed his socked toes before working his way all the way back up. Micah giggled and laughed the entire time and it was simply hilarious because he seemed to enjoy every moment of it with Chase giving him one final kiss on the cheek, both of them giggling like two little silly girls before finally settled down.
“Thanks Chase,” Micah sighed with my older brother smiling fondly at the younger boy all of us having fallen silent for a few moments because even though it had been kind of funny it had also been a tender moment.
It was the smaller boy who finally broke the somber moment as he scooted off the bed and scampered over towards mine carefully crawling up next to me. “Can I cuddle with you now?” He asked with me arching my eyebrows.
“What, that wasn’t enough for you?” I goaded him with Micah’s face turning serious as he tried to stifle a sniffle alarming me as I wrapped my arm around him pulling the boy towards me. “What’s got you so upset?” I wondered. “Did something happen in school today? I thought those bullies were leaving you alone.” I got a little worried looking over towards Allen who scrunched up his eyebrows and shrugged shaking his head indicating he didn’t know of any issues.
The smaller boy’s body shuddered and he began to cry softly in my arms. “Oh Micah, please don’t cry. Whatever it is everything will be just fine.” I tried to sooth him glancing over towards Chase who had a worried expression on his face. “Please tell us what’s wrong Micah or we can’t fix it.” I tried to urge him soothingly allowing the smaller boy a moment to get his sniffles under control.
Slowly, the fair haired boy seemed to relax cuddling up next to me with his head on my chest. “I…I’m sorry about worrying you.” He finally exhaled softly with me shaking my head.
“We are brothers so of course I will worry about you. Remember, we are the Three Musketeers… ‘One for all and all for one.’ We promised and I won’t ever break that promise.” I assured him with it getting quiet for several long moments before Micah looked up into my eyes.
“That’s just it, for a while I almost thought we were going to lose you. I mean, I know everyone was saying it wasn’t cancer, but still, I was worried. What would I ever do if I lost you or Chase? I love you guys so much and I’d be so lost without either one of you. It scared me that I could really lose one of you.” He admitted.
Glancing over towards Chase I could see him wiping away the wetness from the corners of his eyes. My older brother was the kindest gentlest teen I knew, but he was always steady as a rock, yet somehow our little urchin always managed to get him all choked up. I rarely saw Chase crying, but I began to realize when it came to me and Micah we were one of the few things that would crack his hard shell. Not that my older brother didn’t show affection towards us, quite the opposite actually, but when it came to crying he never did unless it involved me or Micah.
Sighing softly I ran my hand up and down Micah’s arm. “You aren’t going to lose one of us Micah and you aren’t going to lose mom or dad. You belong to us no matter what, even if you are a bit of a stinker at times. Besides, I never toss out any toys Saint Nick brings me.” I teased hearing him giggling and carefully shift so he could give me a quick kiss on the lips before settling back down cuddling up closer to me.
“Feel better?” I asked with him nodding his head. “Good, because we still have to settle things for this weekend.” I added with Chase nodding his head and glancing towards Allen who was wiping away his own tears.
It was obvious the tender moment between us brothers had sort of touched the twelve year old boy. Some of my other friends would have probably ribbed me about the way Chase and I were getting all Lovey and Dovey with our little brother, but I never cared about that sort of thing beginning to realize that we had a very close knit family. Most of my other friends were so cold to their other siblings and parents, and I’d feel lost if I couldn’t cuddle and snuggle with my brothers or parents so never was able to understand how other families could be so uncaring at times towards one another. As I stared at Allen though, he seemed to be touched by the closeness we had and I began to wonder if maybe it was because he didn’t have siblings of his own.
“So, anyway Allen, how about the weekend?” Chase asked with the other boy jolting out of his own musings staring back questioningly.
“Huh?”
“The sleepover? I’m sure my folks won’t have any problems with it. Tomorrow is Friday and maybe you could spend a couple of nights over here with us. That is if it would be alright with your folks.” My older brother added.
The pre-teen looked at us furling his eyebrows shaking his head and holding out his hands. “I…uh…I’m not so sure.” He began with me piping up.
“Please Allen. It’ll be a lot of fun. Besides, it’s my birthday. I was going to have a party, but I didn’t think I would be up for it so kind of cancelled the idea. At least this way I will have all of my favorite people around.” I told him sincerely kind of catching him by surprise.
“I…uh…me?” He asked a bit stunned.
“Yeah, you are like one of the family now. You know, like the Fourth Musketeer.” I chuckled with Micah giggling in my arms.
“Really…me…I…I don’t understand. What about your other friends?” He asked still a bit puzzled by how we were so accepting of him.
“Well, it’s not like I don’t have a lot of friends,” I admitted, “but I’ve never really had like a best friend until you. I mean…it just sort of seems like you’ve become like my best friend. I know it’s only been like a few days and all, but sometimes a guy just sort of knows…you know.” I shrugged my shoulders hoping I wasn’t getting to mushy like.
When he just continued to stare, I added, “I hope it doesn’t creep you out or anything, but that’s how I kind of feel about it. Besides, you stuck up for Micah…so that makes you like family.” I blushed because it was weird to think of the other boy as my best friend.
He stared at me and blushed too. I could tell he was flattered by the idea of us being best friends, but it was also a bit awkward. Thank goodness Chase seemed to notice so simply put everything to rest.
“Then it is settled. Tomorrow after school you will grab your stuff and we will sort of plan a weekend around Tim. Our folks will be fine with it I’m sure. They are both going to be busy this weekend so will be glad that we will be around for Tim.” Chase added with Micah scrunching his eyes.
“What do you mean? What about Tim’s birthday?” He asked with me chuckling.
Chase smiled softly at the little guy. “Don’t worry squirt, they will be around for that, but dad is getting really busy at work again and has to put in the extra time even though he hates to do it because of Tim right now. But it just means right after Christmas we will have more time together. I think he’s planning on a trip for us all this year so I can’t wait.” He pointed out with the whole trip thing news to me, but making me more excited wondering where my parents were thinking of going.
“As for mom she made a commitment to the local committee that oversees the events regarding the charity work for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. It’s her turn to chair the committee this year and it is for the kids at the local hospital and shelter so she is kind of stuck since things were scheduled ahead of time.” Chase explained.
“Yeah, but if that’s true then wouldn’t they have been gone if Tim had a birthday party?” Micah asked curiously.
“Nah, they will be around this weekend Micah, but they both have commitments. Tim’s party would have been later in the afternoon or early evening and they will be both home then, but they will be gone tomorrow afternoon as well as earlier in the morning and afternoon over the weekend. Sometimes we all have commitments and as a family we have to understand these things. We will still be together to do something for Tim’s birthday. Don’t worry, that much I can promise.” Chase explained to Micah who seemed relieved that my folks would be around for my birthday party even if it was going to be a small one this year.
“Anyway,” I piped up. “You’ll ask your folks…right Allen?” I hoped seeing the other boy’s mouth opening up before closing as he hesitated for a moment staring at me before his features softened up and he shrugged.
Smiling he nodded his head. “Yeah, if that’s what you want for your birthday, sure.” He replied making me grin back and sigh happily.
“Way cool. It’s going to be a great birthday after all, but no gifts.” I added not knowing his financial situation since he lived in a small house. “I mean it.” I insisted when he began to protest before giving in and shrugging his shoulders.
It was nice having Allen over as we kicked back in the bedroom chatting for a while and watching some television until my dad poked his head inside reminding me it was time to change my bandages. The pre-teen excused himself at that point saying he had to be getting back for dinner as well. I really didn’t want him to go and was going to say it was alright and that he could stick around, but Chase gave me a look reminding me how we were going to talk to my dad about my bandages.
After the other boy left I asked if it would be alright for Chase to change my bandages. At first dad was kind of hesitant, but we managed to convince him that it really wasn’t too difficult to do. He seemed to detect there was more to it so I begrudgingly admitted to him how I was getting too old for mom to be doing some things with me and that I would feel more comfortable if it was Chase who checked things out so close to my privates. My dad smiled and ruffled my hair understanding and seemed to agree that maybe I was getting to be about that age where such things would make me feel a bit prickly, as he put it. He indicated it would be fine for Chase to take care of things and promised to talk to mom about it later on tonight.
So with that settled he stuck around and watched while Chase changed my bandages and cleaned my wound making sure he would be able to do it properly. Micah watched as well scrunching up his face with his eyes welling up because my inner thigh was all black and blue around the edges of the wound. The cut itself wasn’t that big, but it did look red and slightly inflamed not to mention really ugly at the moment. The entire process took about fifteen to twenty minutes because Chase had to be careful when pulling away the sticky part of the gauze and bandages because it tugged on my skin. Then he had to wash my wound with the antiseptic cleaning substance the hospital provided and check for puffiness or any puss oozing from the wound.
The surgeon had sealed my thin small incision with some sort of glue so I didn’t have to worry about stitches, but I had to be careful about it getting infected with puss and also about tearing it open since it was a deep cut. After cleaning it up and applying some special anti-bacterial ointment onto the slash, he put a special kind of gauze over it. The gauze was in a sealed packet with special stuff on the padding. It was almost like a huge band aid that had its own tape like material that stuck to the skin around the entire thing keeping it completely sealed. After putting the oversized band aid like gauze on my inner thigh he wrapped it up with a bandage.
My older brother took his time and was very careful and attentive while I held still for him with my legs slightly spread apart so he had more room to work with. I was completely naked and to my relief at least my dickie didn’t get hard with my dad standing there and watching too as I smiled to myself because I was getting too old to refer to my dinger as a dickie. Some habits were hard to break sometimes as I realized lately I’ve been using some very colorful terms about some of these sexual things.
The thought of getting hard in front of my dad made me cringe again. It was one thing to pop an erection while Chase or Micah were around and so close, and even though my dad’s seen me naked on a number of occasions, not to mention seen me pop an erection from time to time, it would still have been kind of awkward since everyone was staring at me. At least my mom wasn’t hanging around since she was cooking dinner downstairs.
After finishing up, my older brother winked at me and ruffled my hair before pulling my sweatpants back into place covering up my still immature penis and balls. He seemed to know the event was kind of embarrassing for me with everyone watching so closely. It’s kind of weird because it really didn’t bother me to walk around naked at home, but it really was different when everyone was actually staring at me making me feel a little self conscious about my body.
Afterwards, Micah cuddled up to me and stayed close throughout the rest of the day and evening. It was almost as if he had to be reassured that I was fine. It tugged at my heart because it really showed just how close we had become towards one another. In every sense of the word he had become my little brother in reality. The love and affection he had for me, Chase, and my parents was real and unconditional. Deep down I’ve always known this, but to have it displayed this openly as he cuddled next to me and constantly whispered that he loved me, meant a lot to me. Throughout it all our blond little scalawag made sure to hug and kiss me on my cheek or lips. It wasn’t sexual, just brotherly concerned affection. Even Chase made sure to cuddle with the two of us for a little while, which I appreciated as well.
I really began to realize just how lucky I was to have such a loving and caring family as my mom fussed and doted over me making sure to get plenty of her own kisses in. Most of my friends would have made a big to do over it, but I loved my family and didn’t mind because I knew they had all been worried too. My parents didn’t just fuss over me today, but spread around their love to my brothers as well. I suppose this little scare reminded all of us just how important it was to let others know they were loved.
When it came time for bed it took some convincing to get Micah to crawl into his own bed. He wanted to snuggle up with me, but I used the excuse of being a little sore and maybe if he still wanted to cuddle tomorrow it might be better. I loved the little cuddle bug to death, but now with the stress of the surgery behind me I was feeling a little horny and wanted to play with myself tonight. It’s actually been a while since I’ve jacked off and I was feeling the urge. It wasn’t as if I felt the need to jack off all the time, not like I’ve noticed with Chase making me wonder if maybe that sort of thing had to do with puberty, but there were plenty of times when I felt the need to have a bit of fun.
Last year when I jacked off my older brother by mistake while he slept I had become curious about it discovering how fun it could be. Of course I didn’t squirt yet, another thing I couldn’t wait to happen since it had looked totally wicked when Chase shot that white stuff out of his huge stiff penis. I suppose I could have messed around a little with Micah since the two of us have done that a few times together as well. I loved those moments and I could tell Micah enjoyed those times as well, but lately I’ve been feeling guilty about doing that sort of stuff with him. I suppose some of it had to do with the way I viewed the little tyke anymore. To me he was like my little brother for real. It was exciting to do sexual things with him, but like with Chase when I had accidentally jacked him off and he had an orgasm, I felt guilty about it afterwards. I had seen the disgust in my older brother at what had happened, and in some ways lately I was beginning to feel something similar when Micah and I fooled around sexually.
It wasn’t just things not feeling so right anymore when my younger brother and I got all hot and bothered together, but also I had the feeling the little guy didn’t seem so much into boys, at least not in a sexual way. Lately, I’ve begun to notice how he was paying more and more attention to girls. Of course he was only ten years old, but it was obvious things were starting to click into place for my little brother. These things happened differently for everyone with the timing and the way they felt about guys versus girls, but it appeared as if the younger blond boy was destined to be an early bloomer leaning towards the female aspect of things. It didn’t bother me in the least and I was happy for my little brother. Of course Micah also enjoyed having his penis pleasured by me as we ground our hips together, but I could tell it was just to get those tingling sensations. The two of us have talked a lot about sex, but there were a lot of things I didn’t tell him about, like jacking off and stuff, feeling when he was ready that sort of thing would work itself out.
Glancing over to the other side of the late night darkened room I smiled warmly at the slight form of the slumbering younger boy. I could tell he was fast asleep the stress of the day having finally caught up to the smaller blond boy. He really was such a beautiful boy and I loved playing around with his ten year old hard thingy, as he called it. There was something about his foreskin and the way his shiny knob looked when the smooth skin was slicked back. It made me shiver lustfully despite the knowledge it just wasn’t right to think of him in a sexual way. I had to admit though he was a sexy hot boy and I couldn’t help some of my shameful thoughts. Soon enough the younger boy, if it wasn’t already happening, would have all sorts of skirts chasing after him just like my older brother. Lately, I’ve noticed girls starting to look at me a little weirdly as well and understood what it was all about, but I just didn’t have the same kinds of feelings for them.
Smiling, I had to chuckle because my older brother really was a dream come true for the girls. I even had to admit that my older brother was sexy hot and truth be told a sexy stud-muffin. Any girl, or boy for that matter, would be lucky indeed to have him as a boyfriend or lover. I knew he was no longer a virgin and had been very sexually involved with his old girlfriend. I also knew a little about what happened knowing she had cheated on him with one of Chase’s friends which I thought was totally stupid on her part. She didn’t really know how badly she had messed up until later and I know she regretted the mistake, but my older brother had been deeply hurt by her actions.
In the beginning she really was sort of a nice girl and all, but something seemed to have happened shortly before the breakup where she began to change. Even I could tell things were different for her; almost, like she was becoming some sort of slut or something. I was only eleven, but I could see it and even I began hearing stuff about her all the way over at my school. If gossip about her made it all the way to my school it really was bad.
My older brother had such a kind and loving heart, devoting everything he had to the people he cared about. He expected the same from others though, so when his girlfriend cheated on him, and with one of his close friends to boot, he had immediately dumped them from his close circle. Chase was a very forgiving kind of guy, but some things just weren’t right and I couldn’t blame him. Still, I also knew there were plenty of good girls out there for him and wished he’d simply get on with his life. Even as dense as I was about these sorts of things I could tell there were plenty of girls already flirting with him. He deserved to have a healthy relationship with a girl and be happy. He was a teenager after all so sooner or later he would have to learn to trust a girl once more while also realizing his heart may be broken again. It was basically a part of the way things worked, even I knew this.
Thinking about Chase and Micah having a normal kind of relationships, I began to wonder if I would ever be able to experience something similar. I was different and most kids didn’t accept guys like me so it wasn’t like I could just go out and flirt with other guys to see if they liked me. I was pretty popular in school, but if word got out that I may be gay it could spell disaster no matter how popular I was with my friends. I knew without a doubt my older brother wouldn’t have any problems with the way I felt and neither would Micah, but it could also have an affect on them in other ways.
Deep down I knew I could handle anything coming my way and at the end of the day would still have friends. For my older brother I knew it wouldn’t even be a big issue if I was gay or not with him accepting it. He could hold his own and shrug away any negativity that may come out. It was Micah though who concerned me. Of course he would care less if I was gay, but at school it would mean him getting picked on even more. Most kids left him alone and accepted him, but with this it would change things for him. He’d get teased because of me and that is what really upset me so I had to be extra careful about it.
Even now with my thoughts constantly turning towards Allen these last few nights I had to be careful. I liked Allen as a friend, but he was a year older and like most guys he probably would frown on me being gay. It was tough not to fantasize about him because I thought he looked so damn sexy hot. Everything about the slim twelve year old boy made me shiver lustfully as I tossed aside my covers and reached down between my legs.
My penis was stiff as a board all two and a quarter inches of it hovering horizontally just above my pale hairless mound. The smoothness, a reminder I was still a ways off before puberty finally took hold of my immature body. Grabbing on to my short thin erection with a thumb and two fingers, my body shivered in anticipation. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced that nice tingling sensation of release as I slowly began to stroke my little stump. I suppose Chase was right and size didn’t mean much at all because sex was sex and the feelings surging inside all of us was the same. After all, when Micah and I got all sexed up together we both experienced orgasms despite the size of my little dickie.
My thoughts suddenly flittered over towards Allen and the thin long bulge I had noticed earlier making me gasp with my toes curling. I felt a sudden rush of tingling sensations inside of my body just at the mere thought of the sexy hot twelve year old boy. He was so damn handsome and he looked so sexy hot in those tight jeans he always wore. Reaching down with my left hand I began to squeeze my ping pong sized scrotum feeling my two little hazelnut sized testicles squirming around while my right fingers continued to stroke my little stub. Glancing down, my fingers were a blur as they stroked my little stalk with quick short burst of eagerness. I could feel the heat surging inside of me and knew I was already close as I focused my thoughts and fantasies to Allen’s crotch as the older boy reached down to adjust his nice sized bulge. That’s all it took as my body suddenly jerked with my legs twitching several times before I felt my rigid penis begin to pulse while it shot those imaginary liquid pellets once more reminding me of my immaturity.
My voice squeaked before I clamped it shut, letting out small little muffled grunts of pleasure. “Aaaaaaaaargh, ooouuumph, uuuumph, uuuuuuumph,” I moaned feeling my face burning as my cheeks became flush from the exertion.
Surprisingly enough my orgasm was fairly controlled as I tried to keep from thrashing around like I usually did allowing the moment to carry me away. It wouldn’t do to wake up Micah much less tear open my surgery cut and having to explain how it happened. I could feel my small giggle berries lurching several more times as the orgasmic like spasms continued to ripple throughout my insides. With one final heave and grunt my body finally relaxed with the vision of Allen’s sweet boyish features swimming in front of my eyes. Damn, the boy was so doggone cute as I exhaled softly realizing what I really wanted would never happen. Still, it didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize and have special feeling for the dreamy twelve year old boy.
Little did I know that just down the street another, slightly older, boy was dealing with similar issues. The stress of the day was finally catching up to me and I felt completely spent with a sensation of well being surrounding me like a warm blanket as my fingers twiddle around idly with my soft little boy penis. Yawning, I reached over covering up my naked body and before I knew it my mind drifted away with the images of Allen insinuating itself into my sweet dreams.
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End of Pt2. Chapter Two: Tim – A Scary Moment
Coming Soon Pt.2. Chapter Three: Allen – Opening Up
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CHASE: BIG BROTHER…GUARDIAN ANGEL
Even though my scrutiny was kind of brief I noticed him blushing when our eyes connected and I realized he had been sort of checking me out as well. I could tell his eyes had lingered just below my waist and it must have flustered him because he turned bright red now once he realized I had caught him staring at the bulge between my legs. It didn’t really bother me and I had gotten used to it over the years with my friends teasing me about it often enough.
Not wanting to make things even more uncomfortable I motioned for him to take a seat in my chair. He glanced at me and then the television set and smiled once he realized I was playing a video game. He set my clothes that I had put in my chair earlier on to my desk, and plopping himself down picked up another set of controllers as I restarted the game setting it for two people. We immersed ourselves into the game and chatted casually; two new friends getting to know one another. Within moments I could see him relaxing and enjoying the game while the time slipped on by. About thirty minutes later his clothes were dry and he slipped back into them while I checked up on Micah before getting us some snacks. It was starting to get late, but taking a look through the window towards his house we could see no one was home yet with him figuring it would still be a while. Without anything else to do we sat back down playing more video games and just chilling like two friends who’ve known one another for a long time now.
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TIM: A SCARY MOMENT
It’s been a long day already for me as I stared out of the car window. My older brother, Chase, had complained about how I was able to sleep in longer, and even Micah had teased me some over it, but now as I looked out the window I wish I had simply gone to school instead. It was cold, wet, and plain nasty out today as a single tear slipped over my cheek before I wiped it away with a finger. The visit to the hospital had left me a little upset and frightened with my thoughts a bit jumbled up for the ride back home. So far it had remained deathly quiet in the car as I sat back and tried to catch a nap. It was stop and go now on the main freeway because of the rain and the upcoming rush hour traffic.
Everything had started out just fine with me able to sleep in a little this morning before mom woke me up saying dad would be home here real soon to take us to the main hospital in the city of Altoona. They had a big complex there for our appointment so I had gotten dressed and when my dad arrived we had piled into the car and made our way to the hospital. A nurse did a quick evaluation taking down general information before instructing me to strip naked and get changed into one of those flimsy hospital gowns that left my butt open to the general public. Not that I was all too shy in the whole naked department, but this was different than being in the safety of my own home.
The exam room was cold and sterile and in the flimsy gown I could feel myself shuddering a bit from the chill in the air. It made me wonder why these rooms always had to feel so cold. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, which only got worse once the doctor stepped into the room. Evidently our family doctor was at some sort of convention meeting so had made arrangements with a couple of other doctors to take over his load while he was gone. The doctor who stepped into the hospital room was a woman making things a little uncomfortable for me. Of course my parents didn’t even seem to take notice as the lady doctor stepped right up and began to examine me.
At first it was the usual stuff like checking my weight, height, temperature, and blood pressure before using her stethoscope to listen to my heart and lungs. Of course this meant pulling down my gown, which wasn’t too bad I suppose since it was just my upper body. It was the next part where things began to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. My thigh up by my groin had been bothering me for a while now and at first we simply thought it was from a fall I had taken at the skate park where I got jammed into one of the side rails. When it happened it had left a dark bruising on the upper part of my leg along the inner thigh.
This was nothing new for me since I was always getting banged up. Most of the times it was just minor stuff just like the bruising along my thigh. Since I was actually pretty good on my skateboard most of the falls and wrecks were rather controlled. This was no different than the other times, so I had simply forgotten about it with the bruising healing up. It did ache at first a little, but it never seemed to go away so now my parents were wondering if I had somehow torn a muscle or something. The pain wasn’t bad or anything, just sort of a constant ache.
After the general exam the doctor had me lay on my back so she could check out my thigh. I blushed when she pulled up the hospital gown and began probing my thigh. Even though she left my privates covered up the bruising was so close that her hand would brush up against them now and then. I wasn’t that modest when it came to my naked body, but this was a woman not to mention my mom was there too so it made the whole experience a bit humiliating. It was one thing for my mom to see me naked at home as I walked around or whatever, but everyone was staring at what the woman doctor was doing and I felt very exposed and helpless. Thank goodness my dickie didn’t get hard or anything because I would have simply died right there on the spot. For once my little pecker managed to behave itself, but I had a feeling it had more to do with the anxiety and uncomfortable situation than anything else.
After the quick exam the doctor spoke to my parents and the rest of the day became a blur between activity and boredom as I waited for all of these different kinds of tests including a CT scan. The worst was when the doctor stuck a thin needle in my thigh. It hadn’t really hurt too much because she numbed the area with some sort of medication she spread on my skin, but it was way scary. She didn’t seem to be looking for any blood, but called it a biopsy to test the lump she had detected. If it hadn’t been so scary I might have been totally mortified because she had lifted my gown away from the area exposing my nards for all the other people in the room to see, like the two nurses, before covering up the area with a cloth that had a hole cut in it. Even this barely covered up my small goods and I began to blush until I saw the needle with my modesty and all thoughts of my naked state being tossed out the window.
The procedure went quick and was painless for the most part, but it left me worried because I heard little snippets of the conversation between the doctor and my parents. Words such as cancerous and other fancy words were bounced around making my heart thump loudly in my chest as I struggled not to panic. Of course mom and dad put on a brave face for me, but I began to worry about what was happening to me. After a long day and a ton of tests the doctor had some results discussing it with my folks with other words like surgery drifting my way. When I asked what was going on my parents said everything was fine, but we needed to talk about some things once we got home. Even though I hid it, I began to panic feeling totally lost and frightened beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
Now as we pulled up into our driveway all I wanted to do was find Chase for comfort. He would know what to do and it would be alright. When I had problems I could always count on him to make everything better. I loved my mom and dad, and they were always there for me when I needed them, but with my older brother it was different. I could always talk to him about things I couldn’t with mom and dad. Sometimes, it was just easier to confide in Chase some of my most private thoughts and feelings.
No sooner had dad turned off the car that I bolted for the door and hustled inside the house. I heard my parents yelling out to me, but I ignored them as tears began to well up in my eyes. The fear and emotions of the entire day suddenly burst through as I ran up the stairs knowing Chase was probably in his room. The door was slightly open so through bleary eyes I shoved past it, and seeing him propped up by his pillow and lying on the bed, immediately ran into his arms as huge sobs began to escape from my mouth. I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I let it all out feeling my brother’s strong comforting arms wrapping around me in a firm embrace.
On the edges of my awareness I detected a flurry of activity in Chase’s small room, but I ignored it all, completely lost in my emotional state as I let it all out. I was so scared that I could feel my entire body shaking from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. The only thing preventing me from totally loosing it were the strong gentle arms wrapped tightly around my torso and the warmth from my older brother’s body which seemed to wrap me up protectively as he began to rock me back and forth. Even the familiarity of his clean soapy scent intermingled with that recognizable teen like sweaty musk somehow managed to make me feel a little better. Just being close to Chase began to set me more at ease as I allowed my emotions to finally release its firm grip over my body.
“Oh God, Tim…wh…what’s wrong…oh god Tim…please don’t cry. It’ll be alright, but you have to tell me what’s wrong?” I heard my older brother’s pleading voice as it caught with emotions.
I could tell he was frightened now as well and I felt a little bad about dumping on him like this, but I didn’t know where else to turn. Mom and dad had been so quiet in the car. I know they loved me, but sometimes they just thought I was some stupid kid and didn’t handle things so good. Not like Chase, he never talked down to me always being honest and upfront, even if it was something difficult to talk about. Sometimes mom and dad hid things which made it only worse.
“I’m scared Chase. At…at the hospital I had to do all these tests and they were talking about cancer and surgery, but mom and dad wouldn’t tell me anything. It’s not fair. Why do they treat me like some little baby? I deserve to know what’s going on, but they didn’t tell me anything only saying it was alright and we’d talk about it later, but I heard the doctor talking to them some and…and…it isn’t fair.” I blubbered, knowing it wasn’t making sense when I felt another presence on the bed.
Glancing over it was Micah with a blanket wrapped around his body as he immediately joined in and cuddled up with us. He was sobbing now too, which made me feel awful about dumping it all on Chase again, not to mention the smaller boy who had overheard us and was now anxious. The little guy had so many worries of his own, and it was my responsibility as his older brother to make sure he didn’t have to fret about things. Then I saw my parents entering the room looking a bit harried and worried as well.
Both mom and dad came right over looking a bit upset about everything as they wrapped all three of us in their arms. “Oh Tim, I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding.” I heard my dad whispering gently shaking his head. “I didn’t realize you had heard some of the conversations and it had troubled you so much.” He sighed taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I suppose since we are all here maybe I should go ahead and tell everyone what we know so far.” He sighed.
It only took a minute or two for him to let us know the doctor had detected a lump and thought at first maybe it could be a cancerous tumor like sarcoma, but after the tests she seemed to think it might be something different, maybe something called Myositis Ossificans. He explained that this was a non-tumorous soft tissue mass that occurs after a blunt trauma, like what happened with my skateboarding accident. The soft tissue reacts to the trauma by forming a bony mass.
The doctor had explained to my parents that patients present with either a painful or painless mass which increases in size. These types of tumors usually occur in the upper arm, thighs, or buttocks. X-rays tend to show a round ossified (bony) mass which may be read as a sarcoma. However, the myositis ossificans has a distinct margin of ossification (bone formation) with an active center containing immature cells. Sarcomas have active and inactive tissues on the outer margin with an inactive center. Bone scans show increased activity in the area of the mass for about eight to twelve weeks, and then the activity decreases. The CT scan is the best imaging to show the bony mass. Treatment involves observation or excision usually after an eight to twelve week period because if it is cut out before full maturation, recurrence is likely. The lesions sometimes resolve without treatment.
“So, what exactly does all of this mean?” I heard Chase asking what I was thinking, feeling him giving me a reassuring squeeze.
“Well, we still have to wait for the results of the biopsy to tell us if it is a sarcoma, Myositis Ossificans, or even something else. The doctor seems to think it is Myositis though and usually they don’t need to do any kind of surgery on those types of lumps because they go away on their own, but with Tim it’s been there for a couple of months so they may just cut it out.” He explained with me beginning to panic.
“What…no way.” I whined with Chase looking at me and rolling his eyes.
“Don’t be such a baby. It’ll probably be a simple day surgery type of thing where you go in, they make a little cut, take out the tumor, and then send you back home.” He told me with my dad nodding in agreement.
“Yup, that’s what the doctor seemed to indicate. You probably won’t even have any stitches and it won’t be any worse than a cut you get while skateboarding. You might be laid up for a couple of days at the most here at home, but she indicated you would be able to walk around a little the very same day. You will have to take it easy for a few days afterwards making sure to keep the small wound cleaned up, but it shouldn’t keep you out of action for too long.” He explained making me feel a little better.
“S…so…I’ll be alright then?” I asked still a little worried.
“Yes, I promise Tim, everything will be just fine. The odds of you having cancer are very low, but they want to rule it out. Even if it is something like sarcoma the doctor indicated it was caught very early so recovery would be very high for you. I promise no matter what, it will be just fine.” My dad assured me with Chase giving me a gentle hug.
Movement caught my attention and I noticed for the first time another boy who I didn’t know standing there in the room watching us intently looking a bit pale. “Oh…hi…who are you?” I asked curiously and blushing, a little embarrassed because he had seen me crying like a little baby with everyone now turning their attention towards the new kid.
As my eyes settled on him my heart suddenly began to thunder in my chest. He was about a year older than me, but something about him made my heart skip a beat and sent it racing inside my chest. He was wearing red colored skinny jeans and a gray long sleeved hoodie that had a broad red stripe across the chest and a broad blue one right below it. Below those two broad stripes were multiple smaller blue horizontal ones all the way down to the hem. My eyes focused on his tight jeans that seemed to fit him comfortably, but not too tightly because he was kind of on the thin side with long arms and legs. He wasn’t skinny or anything, but his long lanky kind of physique sort of made him look thinner than he really was and also taller. He had very soft features with blue eyes just like Chase, yet also somehow different, which at the moment I couldn’t quite figure out how.
Taking a closer look at him the boy looked pale as if he wanted to throw up. It made me wonder if we were making him feel uncomfortable with the flurry of activity and upset over what just happened with my blubbering entry into Chase’s room. The other boy just stared back, his eyes firmly riveted on me like mine were on him as I saw him trying to swallow as if he were in a daze.
It was Micah who seemed to come to the rescue as he immediately hopped off the bed and ran towards the other boy wrapping his arms around him. “His name is Allen and he saved me at school today. He’s a hero and my guardian angel.” He firmly announced with my parents furling their eyebrows and looking at Chase before he hastily filled us all in with the major points of what happened at school and not going into too many details.
The other boy seemed frozen for several long moments while Chase explained things to us. He kept staring at me with his face looking very pale when he suddenly disentangled himself from Micah’s arms and quickly but politely excused himself.
“I…I…um…I…need some air…sorry…it’s just…sorry,” He began immediately making his way to the door and heading downstairs.
The look on the other boy’s face worried me, but thankfully my dad patted me on the arm indicating he would check up on Allen. It’s not how I wanted to make friends with a new boy; especially, one who had come to Micah’s rescue. I felt bad I hadn’t been there for my little brother, but things had been fine at school until today. Most of the kids who were my friends didn’t have anything against the smaller boy, and Micah had plenty of friends his own age as well. Every once in a while there were one or two older kids who gave him some grief, but nothing’s ever happened to him like what occurred today and I was mad about it.
“You alright?” My mom asked me as I nodded my head indicating it would be alright before she kissed me on the cheek and left me alone with Chase and Micah.
When my mom left I motioned for Micah to join us back on Chase’s bed as we cuddled up together. “How about you Micah, are you alright, those bullies didn’t hurt you or anything?” I asked a little worried feeling his warm naked body cuddling up on my lap making me wonder why he wasn’t dressed.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Allen tried to stick up for me, but it was three older boys against the two of us so not really a fair fight until Chase came in and chased them away.” He explained before chuckling with me quickly picking up about the whole “chase” thing as we both glanced at my older brother who also grinned shaking his head.
“What?” He chuckled.
“Nothing, just that maybe mom and dad knew what they were doing when they named you.” I teased with him shaking his head and motioning for us to get up.
“Alright you two.” He sighed. “Maybe Micah should get into some clothes. I mean we’ve got a guest hanging around and you’ve already flashed the guy once.” He teased Micah ruffling the younger boy’s blond locks.
“We don’t want to scare the poor guy away before he actually gets to know us.” My brother chuckled with me doing the same having a good idea of what he meant by Micah flashing poor Allen by mistake since we tended to be fairly open in front of one another.
“As for you young man,” he grinned poking me in the ribs making me flinch and giggle, “since it seemed as if you had a rough day maybe a nice hot shower will perk you right back up. Enough moping about with something we won’t know for a day or two. Besides, dad and mom seem to think everything will be alright.” He suggested to me as I thought on it for a second and seemed to agree wondering what had become of Allen and why he had left so suddenly.
What I didn’t know was that my dad had followed the twelve year old boy outside. He was consoling the lanky boy whose hand was stretched out against a tree as he bent over and began to heave. The kid was pale and shaking as if the incident inside the house had upset him.
“Are you alright?” Mr. Miner asked the twelve year old boy as he walked over and placed his hand gently on the little guy’s shoulder.
It had stopped raining momentarily, but from experience he knew it would start up here again, but he ignored it; instead, focusing his attention on the other boy who was obviously upset and nodding his head. “Um…yeah…I’m fine…I guess.” The slight boy nodded breathing in and out slowly trying to shake off the nausea.
Mr. Miner studied the boy and shook his head sadly as something sort of clicked into place. “It’s about cancer isn’t it…someone close to you?” Mr. Miner asked gently with the boy suddenly straightening up his sad eyes gazing over towards the man.
He really didn’t know Chase and Micah’s family, so wasn’t comfortable with the question. The man like the rest of the family seemed kind enough, but they were still strangers. Besides, this was kind of private and not something he wanted to talk about.
Mr. Miner could see the smaller boy was uncomfortable with his inquiry so he dropped it not wanting to push things. “It’s alright Allen; it was sort of unfair for me to ask something so personal.” He gave the boy a gentle reassuring pat on his shoulder. “Just so you know the doctor was ninety nine percent sure Tim didn’t have cancer and only did the tests to rule it completely out. Sorry if we scared you like this with our family problems.”
The lanky boy nodded his thanks straightening up before gazing across the way towards a small house and sighed. Mr. Miner followed his gaze recognizing the place. He knew people had recently moved in and realized it must be Allen’s house.
“Ah…I see,” Mr. Miner nodded. “You moved into the small house down the road. I was wondering who had purchased the property. I take it you got locked out today?” He chuckled trying to set the boy at ease and who looked over at him shrugging his shoulders, but also giving him a soft shy smile.
“Yeah, it was pouring down rain and I guess Chase and Micah must have noticed me getting soaked so invited me in. I hope that was alright?” He asked with Mr. Miner nodding his head.
“Of course it is, and I’d expect no less out of my boys, but I’m afraid if your folks use the freeway coming from Altoona they probably got stuck in traffic and it might still be a while. On the way home we heard on the radio that there was an accident on Interstate ninety nine that had all the lanes blocked off. I guess a big truck slid and spilled the contents it was hauling all over the road. They said it would be hours before traffic got moving again.” He offered up with the other boy moaning.
Chuckling Mr. Miner reached out and wrapped his arms around the boy’s shoulders. “Come-on back inside where it is warmer. It’s going to start to rain again here in a couple of minutes. I know it got a bit hectic there for a few, but believe me Tim usually isn’t such a drama queen once you get to know him. He’s a handful though, and a bit high strung, but in a good way, and I’m sure now that he knows what is going on he will be his usual upbeat self.” Mr. Miner offered up with the other boy seemingly nodding and allowing himself to be directed back towards the house before pausing on the covered porch and looking back towards his house.
“But what about my fo…um…I mean…they won’t know where I am.” The boy looked a bit concerned.
Mr. Miner sighed and gave the boy a reassuring hug. “How about if you go on inside and hang out with the boys while I write up a note letting your folks know you are over here at our place eating dinner. I’ll give them our address and phone number so they can contact you once they get home. I’m sure the boys would love to have you stay for dinner and so would me and my wife. It’s the least we can do since you were looking out for Micah.” Mr. Miner told the other boy directing him inside the door while he went and got some paper and a pen to write up the promised note.
It took several days before we finally heard back from our family doctor. He was back from his convention and the doctor who had filled in for him had passed on all the information regarding my situation. To my relief it wasn’t cancer, but my doctor did schedule me for the minor surgery to remove the mass in my inner thigh. The idea of having surgery scared me to death, but Chase assured me it wouldn’t be a big cut because these days the technology was so advanced that most surgeries weren’t as invasive. I trusted my older brother, and now as I drowsed in the back seat on the way home I don’t know why I had been so scared.
The entire thing seemed to happen so fast. I went to the hospital early in the morning and got changed into the typical ‘back-end’ open gown before my doctor sat down and explained the quick procedure to me. After that things happened really fast with them giving me some sort of medication that knocked me out and when I opened up my eyes my parents were there to greet me saying it was all done. There wasn’t even hardly any pain. After another couple of hours with the doctors and nurses checking up on me I was released and on my way back home.
Now as we drove home I had to admit everything after Micah’s incident this week started to fall into place. The little guy had been worried about Chase because the boy who had bullied him threatened to tell his older brother. Of course he did and there was a brief altercation and exchange of words between the two older boys, but once Chase explained how the guys’ twelve year old brother and his other buddies ganged up on Micah who was only ten years old the situation resolved itself. The other high school kid was a jerk at times, but even he recognized how his twelve year old brother had crossed the line.
For Allen things seemed to go alright as well. He had been really worried about school, but we told him if nothing else he was our friend. The boy seemed surprised at how quickly we had accepted him, but it was how we all felt saying he was now like family because of the way he had stuck up for Micah. The poor kid had blushed shyly and I had to smile at his sudden bashfulness. There was something about him that made my insides tingle all strange like. My stomach was constantly fluttering and it was difficult for me to rip my gaze away from him. He seemed to notice how I would stare at him, and I’d catch him watching me at times too. When we caught one another we’d both blush bashfully.
Allen was a little over a year older than me, but I really liked him and the two of us seemed to hit it off. He also got along really well with both Chase and Micah, but age wise the two of us were closer so the friendship seemed to be more solid between us. I could tell he appeared to like me as well, but sometimes I’d see a melancholy sadness come over him and he’d look away from me. I got the sense something was bothering him, but couldn’t quite figure it out yet. After a while I even felt as if it wasn’t just one thing in particular, but maybe several things as he seemed to struggle through some weighty issues.
Initially, I thought it might be problems at school, but that seemed to have worked itself out. At first the boys involved in the incident with Micah began to harass him, but word soon got out with what happened and how he had stuck up for one of the younger boys they had ganged up on. Once other kids found out they began sticking up for him as well. Allen soon found out that it paid to have us as friends since for the most part we were well regarded in general by most of the kids in the area. We never created problems, were into sports and excelled in it, and did well in school. As a family we were fairly popular and well known so most kids tended to be friends with us even if it was a casual kind of friendship.
Now as we approached the house my thoughts wandered over to Allen. He’s been hanging around with us just about every day even walking home to and from the school with me and Micah. His folks didn’t seem to mind. From what I understood, the first day when he got locked out was kind of a fluke because there was always someone home by the time he got out of school. At least that is what Allen told us. I didn’t know since I’ve never even met his folks because the twelve year old boy always hung around with us at our house. It didn’t really bother me because it’s only been a few days since we met and I knew sooner or later we’d meet his folks too. I know my parents had talked to them a time or two over the phone already so it really wasn’t an issue.
The more Allen and I hung out together the more I liked him. In many ways he was kind of shy and reserved like Micah, but also had a great sense of humor. He was a typical kid who enjoyed a lot of similar activities like the rest of us. Of course we all loved video games and even though he wasn’t into competing on the skateboard he was able to hold his own. I couldn’t wait until I could take him to the skate park, but that would have to hold off for a while now since I wouldn’t be able to go until my leg healed up.
I was kind of bummed out about not being able to get on my skateboard because it meant I’d miss out on the competition this weekend. I begged my doctor and parents to wait for the operation until after the weekend and the competition, but the doctor had insisted we had to go with the surgeon’s schedule and it was out of his hands. He explained when it came to surgery things were always on a tight schedule and it was important I get it done now. Even though there wasn’t much danger of it harming me if I didn’t have surgery sometimes postponing things could create issues making something harmless into something dangerous. In the end my parents said one competition wasn’t worth the risk so was firm about me getting it done.
As we pulled into the driveway I had to smile because Chase, Micah, and Allen were all playing in the yard together. I noticed the soccer ball sitting off to the side and knew they had probably come out to kick it around a little, but at some point they must have gotten distracted into a totally different game. Evidently, they had raked up the leaves in the yard into a huge pile and were currently squirming around in the massive mound pushing and shoving one another playfully. As soon as they saw us pulling into the driveway they immediately ran up to the car to see how I was doing.
Of course Micah opened up the door and instantly squirmed inside giving me a big hug, relief etched all over his features holding back tears. I could tell he had been really worried despite my parents explaining to him that it was just routine surgery. He didn’t have a lot of experiences in hospitals, at least not good ones, and it sort of reminded my parents they really did need to schedule an appointment for him to have a routine medical checkup. Of course he had blanched at the idea wondering what it all entailed and a little frightened by the prospect, but my parents insisted so had set up an appointment for him. The smaller boy wasn’t happy about it, but when Chase promised he’d go with him and said it wouldn’t do any harm for him to have a checkup as well the little guy didn’t seem to mind so much anymore. If his big brother was going to be there and suffer through it then he could as well.
Even though I was already able to walk around a little, my dad ended up carrying me upstairs into my room saying the doctor insisted I take it easy for a few days and not to overdo things. Of course I was supposed to get up and walk around a little to work my leg and muscles, but the doctor’s instructions were firm in that I stay in bed for a couple of days before slowly increasing my normal activities. Someone would have to change my bandages three times a day to start out with making sure to keep the wound area clean. There was a mild pain reliever and some other medications to prevent me from getting an infection, and there was also an ointment that was supposed to be applied to the surgical cut.
My dad carried me up to my bed and set me down with the rest of the guys piling inside. He made sure I didn’t need anything before leaning down, giving me a gentle kiss, and leaving knowing I wanted to be alone with the others. As soon as my dad left I glanced over towards Chase motioning for him to help me as I winced swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” My older brother asked a bit concerned.
“Dude, I’ve needed to take a piss ever since I woke up.” I groaned seeing him shaking his head and chuckle.
“Then why didn’t you go sooner?” He asked with me scrunching up my face.
“You’re kidding right. I mean, I’d have to piss in a bottle and everyone was standing around in my room. It would have been embarrassing.” I insisted with him rolling his eyes and chuckling, but helping me up when I motioned for him to get me into the bathroom. “I’ll be right back guys.” I winced because even though the surgery wasn’t a major one, they still cut a tumor out of my leg making me sore.
“Dude, for real,” Chase sighed shaking his head. “I still don’t see why you didn’t go in the hospital. It’s not as if you are all that shy about your stuff. Not the way you walk around naked all the time flashing everyone.” He chuckled.
“Hey, I told you, that’s like totally different. I don’t know all those people and I’m not that bad here at home.” I protested knowing my brother was only teasing me, but still it was part of the game after all as I heard him chuckling with even Micah joining in.
Glancing over my shoulder I glared at Micah. “Hey, you are one to talk. At least I don’t go around flashing just anyone who pops over to the house.” I pointed out referring to the incident when he had flashed Allen the other day as I stuck my tongue out at him which only made him laugh even harder while the twelve year old boy blushed from my insinuation.
Chase half carried and I half hobbled into the bathroom as he held on to me around my waist with my left arm draped over his shoulders for support. While he held me up I pulled down the front of my sweatpants with my right hand and fumbled around trying to grab my small pecker at the same time so I could aim it properly. I had popped an erection because I had to go so bad, but my older brother didn’t tease me about it. Bless his heart because he could tell I was having problems with trying to hold down my sweatpants while also trying to grab on to my stiff two and a quarter inch little cocklet so I wouldn’t piss all over the place. Reaching over with his left hand he grabbed the sweatpants holding them down for me so I could take care of my own business. I sighed in relief as I let loose and it seemed to take forever as a steady stream continued to flow out of me with my stiff dickie slowly deflating as I emptied out my bladder.
“Damn dude, for a guy with such a small pecker you sure do piss a lot.” Chase teased me chuckling.
The comment about my little penis really didn’t bother me because I knew he wasn’t being mean and was only teasing me like brothers were supposed to. Still, it made me wonder if I was ever going to get bigger down there. It was kind of puny and even Micah was bigger down there than me and he was younger. Not to mention I also had a small tight ball sack.
“I wish it would start to grow down there already.” I sighed a bit frustrated about my size which seemed to catch Chase by surprise because I had never really voiced any disappointment about my stuff before.
He was about to say something when my stream finally slowed down into a trickle with some of it splashing against the back of his hand making me giggle. “Hey, dude watch it.” He scolded, but not harshly as he chuckled shaking his head.
“Well, see what you’ve done…you hurt little Willie’s feelings.” I retorted giving my soft two incher a few shakes watching a droplet or two splash against his hand.
“Fuck dude, for real.” He chuckled shaking his head, but allowing me to finish up as he looked over at me catching my attention before I glanced back down studying my small pecker.
“Do you think it will get bigger?” I asked already knowing the answer, but I guess just needed reassurance with Chase rolling his shoulders.
“Yeah of course it will Tim, but it still doesn’t mean you will ever get like huge down there or anything. You’re old enough to know everyone’s different down there maturing differently and on your own time table, but believe me when I tell you I think you look just fine down there. You are a great kid and if you weren’t my brother I’d say even sexy. Besides, size isn’t everything and when you have a girlfri…um…when you meet the right person it won’t matter if you are big or small down there.” He paused gathering his thoughts before continuing.
“When the right person comes along…well…then it becomes more about how it feels just to be together whether it is a casual hug or…um…you know…more sexual. I wouldn’t worry about it so much because I’m sure once puberty hits things will sort of average out for you.” He assured me as I watched him reach out with his middle finger to tickle my ball sack making me giggle and squirm a little at his little naughty playfulness.
“Pervert,” I teased with the both of us busting up laughing as he released my sweatpants forcing me to tuck my penis away before I could shake off any more wet droplets on to the back of his hand.
His omission regarding a girlfriend didn’t go unnoticed by me though as I wondered not for the first time if he knew I might have certain kinds of feelings towards guys that I didn’t have when it came to girls. Sometimes I wondered if these sorts of feelings indicated I might be gay. I got the sense that Chase felt I just might be gay, but I also had the impression it really didn’t bother him if I was different in that way. In a way it sort of left me feeling a sense of relief because it seems as if lately I’ve been thinking a lot about boys and it wasn’t just the usual stuff like goofing around. My feelings were becoming more sexual when I thought about some of my friends.
The last few nights I even found myself fantasizing about Allen with the twelve year old boy insinuating himself into my dreams which had become increasingly more sexually oriented. I knew these things happened with boys and we couldn’t control our dreams, but it did make me begin to wonder if maybe there was more to my feelings than simply my body going through any changes. After all, puberty was still a year or two off so it couldn’t be that, which left me thinking there was more to it.
My thoughts wandered over towards Allen and I had to admit I thought he was really cute. I loved it when he wore those tight fitting skinny jeans. On the other boy’s thin frame it really showed off his sexy features. I found myself glancing down between his legs often, checking out his nice pre-teen little bulge. It was kind of difficult to tell exactly what he was hiding. Sometimes I got the sense he may not be all that big down there, while at other times when he seemed to pop a stiffie I got the impression he might be kind of big down there. In a way the mystery of it all was intriguing and kind of sexy forcing my fantasies while I slept to run wild.
“So, now it is Willie.” Chase teased bringing me out of my musings.
“Huh?” I asked confused at first.
“Willie.” He nodded his head towards my crotch referring to my earlier comment while reaching out and flushing the toilet before guiding me over to the sink. “Well, if Willie doesn’t learn to behave itself we will need to have a healthy discussion and I might just have to teach it some manners.” He teased making a move as if he was going to smack me in the nuts to emphasize his threat.
Of course I reacted by jolting, which made me wince for a second because of the sharp pain in my leg. Chase noticed and supported my weight while I gasped and held on to his shoulder for stability. It was only a brief moment of discomfort that went away quickly, but I could tell it had worried my older brother.
“Dude, I’m sorry.” I heard him tell me gently his voice turning soft and filled with concern while I shrugged it off.
“Nah, no sweat. It just caught me by surprise is all. Besides, I kind of deserved it for pissing over your hand.” I teased letting him know everything was alright and he didn’t have to treat me like some wimpy little pansy.
“You sure…I mean…I didn’t hurt you or anything?” He asked with me shaking my head.
“Nah, the doctor said there might be a sharp pain now and then if I moved wrong or too quickly, but that in a few days I won’t even feel any pain anymore.” I assured him seeing relief flood his features. “Um…I do have a favor though.” I added seeing him glancing at me as he turned on the faucet to wash off his hands.
We rinsed off our hands and dried them on the towel with him turning his gaze at me as if waiting. “Well?” He asked with me shrugging my shoulders.
“It’s nothing really big or anything. Just…well…the doctor said to start out I needed my bandages changed three times a day. I was wondering if you could do it. The doctor explained what needs to be done and it is simple enough.” I tried to explain with Chase scrunching up his face.
“Don’t you think maybe mom or dad should do that? I mean, they might not be too comfortable with me doing something that important.” He pointed out while I sighed and bit my lower lip.
“Um…yeah I suppose, but dad is pretty busy at work again. You know with Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and followed right after with Christmas. I guess mom could do it, but…you know…it’s kind of embarrassing. I mean the cut is right there next to…you know.” I hinted nodding my head towards my groin making him chuckle.
“Dude, you walk around naked all the time and you are worried about her seeing your stuff.” He chuckled with me blushing.
“Hey, that’s a little different than her actually…you know…messing around down there right next to…uh…you know. Not to mention mom sort of gets a little embarrassed by me walking around naked all the time. She’s not like dad who grew up out in the country and used to go skinny dipping with his brothers and cousins. Besides, I’m getting a little too old for her to be seeing me all naked up close…I’ll be turning eleven here this weekend you know. Not to mention what if I sort of…you know…,” I hinted by curling my finger and then straightened it out as if my dickie was getting hard.
Chase chuckled shaking his head, but was cool about it. “Yeah, I get it bro…no worries. I’ll talk to dad about it first letting him know you are getting too old for mom to be snooping around your burgeoning manhood since you are turning eleven after all.” He sniggered teasingly while I rolled my eyes at him, but was glad he’d take care of it and thinking it a good idea to approach dad first.
My dad understood about those sorts of things and it was really easy to talk to him about touchy issues. I suppose since he grew up with a couple of brothers he sort of understood how it worked and was able to relate to us easier. My mom grew up in a stricter kind of household, but it really didn’t show because in many ways she was very laid back with us boys as well. We could talk to her too with most things, but of course there were certain guy types of issues which were simply best left to be discussed with my dad.
The small trip to the bathroom had me sweating now and I could see my older brother’s concerned look as he held on to my waist tighter and lifted most of my weight hurrying back into my room. As we stepped inside I glanced over towards the other two boys and had to stifle a giggle. Allen was sitting in the chair and Micah had wormed his way onto the twelve year old boy’s lap. They were watching the television my parents had set up in my room since I was going to be laid up. Even though Chase had one in his room my folks didn’t allow one in mine saying I was still too young.
At times it was a little frustrating, but Chase didn’t get one in his room until he was like thirteen years old so I guess it wasn’t right for me to complain about it. They did put a television in my room if Micah and I were home sick, so that was cool. Chase helped me into my bed and I had to giggle with my older brother furling his eyebrows at me questioningly. I nodded my head in the other two boys’ direction. He chuckled too because Micah was leaning back into Allen’s chest looking snug as a bug while Allen’s eyes kept darting around a bit uncomfortable by the whole situation. It was obvious the other boy didn’t have siblings so wasn’t sure if the whole situation with Micah on his lap was an acceptable scenario. Of course once Micah became a part of our family his whole demeanor had changed as well. He saw how I would snuggle up with my folks or with Chase and soon enough he was doing the same thing. Naturally, my folks seemed to enjoy cuddling with us as well, and even though Chase wouldn’t admit it he did too.
“What are you two up to?” I heard Chase asking while he carefully lifted my legs on to my bed brushing some of my damp hair out of my forehead.
Closing my eyes I sighed in relief feeling his palm pressing up against my cheeks and then my forehead as if checking my temperature. When I opened my eyes he looked a little worried, but I smiled letting him know I’d be alright here in a minute or two.
Allen’s voice kind of squeaked nervously for a second. “I…uh…nothing.” He gulp and when I glanced over I could tell Micah had popped a stiffie because he had pitched a tent in front of his khaki’s and I’m sure it didn’t go unnoticed by Allen who looked really nervous about it.
It wasn’t anything unusual with the younger boy always popping a stiffie when he snuggled up with one of us. It’s happened to me plenty of times too, but everyone kind of ignored it. Well, sometimes Chase would tease me or Micah about it, but we’d tease him about his huge one too because he wasn’t immune to popping one in front of us at times either. I suppose it was just something we were used to and just came naturally to either ignore or tease each other about it.
Micah glanced over towards Chase and smiled. “We were talking about him spending the night for the weekend. I told him it would be a lot of fun, but he wasn’t so sure mom and dad would let him with Tim and all.” He looked towards us a bit hopeful while I glanced at Chase thinking it might be kind of cool to have our new friend spending the weekend over at the house with us.
My older brother motioned towards Micah. “Um…dude…maybe you should get off of Allen’s lap.” He grinned shaking his head. “He doesn’t have any brothers or sisters so doesn’t look too comfortable with you all snuggled up with him.” He cautioned our little blond imp with the smaller boy sighing and getting off his savior’s lap.
Ever since that day when Allen came to his rescue my little brother seemed captivated with the older boy. I couldn’t blame him because I felt myself being drawn more and more towards the quiet and shy boy. There was just something about him that I really liked, but he also seemed to be holding back some things. Whatever it was he’d let us know when he was ready.
“Don’t look so bummed out about it Micah.” My older brother teased chuckling. “It’ll just take a while for him to get used to you being such a cuddle bug.” He added motioning towards the little tyke indicating the boy could snuggle with him.
It was obvious Micah was having one of those days where he needed a bit of love and affection. When we first took him in my parents had talked to me and Chase saying that there might be times when the smaller boy may feel a bit insecure because of the foster care situation and it was important for us all to let him know how much he was loved and that it would be alright.
The way our little guy lit up made me smile with a tear welling up because I really have come to love him as if he were my real life flesh and blood brother. Who could resist such a cute little guy who had the biggest heart in the world? Despite his hard life the younger boy had nothing but kindness and affection towards others as he hesitated for a moment before running over to the dresser drawer. Opening one of them up he peeled off his sweatshirt leaving on his blue print t-shirt he was wearing underneath before tugging off his khaki’s without a care about Allen sitting in our room. The twelve year old boy’s eyes bugged out of his head when he noticed the tent Micah was pitching in his white briefs before he looked away his cheeks flushing completely red.
Glancing over towards Chase I noticed my older brother rolling his eyes while I simply chuckled knowing that could have easily been me. When I’m at home sometimes I forgot about the unspoken dress code thing. I’ve even done the same thing Micah was doing when I’ve had my own friends over with them teasing me about it. I never knew what the big deal was since we were all boys anyway. I suppose having an older brother and now a younger one the whole nudity thing just wasn’t such a big deal for me. Mine was the smallest with even Micah’s being bigger than mine, while Chase’s was huge. Both Chase and I were cut while our little fair-haired scamp still had foreskin, but in the end we were all boys so even though we were different we still had the same thing swinging between our legs so no big deal.
Watching Micah scrambling up into my older brother’s lap made me smile. The little guy had wormed his way into our hearts from the very beginning last year on that fateful Christmas day. Even though I knew Santa didn’t exist in like the whole real physical sense, I still believed in him because of what he stood for and I would always be grateful to Saint Nick for wrapping up the little guy in a neat package and handing him over to us as the most precious gift me and Chase ever got.
The smaller boy leaned back into Chase’s arms and I just about busted a gut because sure enough he still had a stiffie that poked straight outwards in his silky pair of blue gym shorts he had slipped into. I tried to stifle my giggle because I could see what was about to happen as I glanced over towards Allen who was gawking again staring at Micah’s decent sized erection pushing outwards against the silky blue fabric of his shorts. When I glanced between Allen’s legs it didn’t surprise me to see the mound down there begin to grow as well in his blue pair of skinny jeans. I didn’t know what looked better on him the color blue or red, but I did know I loved seeing him wear those tighter jeans as I had to adjust the beginnings of my own dickie getting hard.
Blushing, I glanced back up into Allen’s face relieved to see he hadn’t caught me staring at his crotch, but then smiled when I noticed he seemed to be staring at mine. Glancing down to my crotch I suddenly realized I had gotten hard too with my thumb and finger twirling around the tip of my knob. My face flushed red when I realized how the fabric of my sweatpants had wrapped tightly around my small two and a quarter inch hard dickie because I had been twirling my finger around the tip of my nub. The soft thin cottony material had wrapped around my erection exposing the complete outline of my rigid penis including the shape of my nozzle.
My sweatpants had even snuggled up against my small ping pong sized boy bag with the shape of my two hazelnut sized testicles forming two small lumps in the thin fabric. I didn’t really know how to feel about it. I mean by the way Allen was staring at me it left little doubt he seemed to be enjoying the view. I even saw him licking his lips as he reached down to adjust himself with my own eyes widening at what appeared to be the outline of a long thin penis. It was only a brief glimpse leaving me wondering if it was really the outline of his penis I had seen or just the bunching up of the stiff jean fabric. When a guy wore jeans it could be very difficult to get a good idea of what he was packing between his legs. Sometimes you’d see a definite bulge as the stiff fabric pressed up against a guy’s crotch, but any defining outlines of a guy’s penis or ball sack was kind of difficult to make out.
“Geeze for real Micah…you’re going to poke someone’s eye out one of these times with that sharp pointed stick of yours.” I heard my older brother teasing voice as I tore my eyes away from Allen before he caught me staring noticing the pre-teen doing the same thing.
Shifting my gaze back over towards my brother I burst out laughing because Chase suddenly snatched at our little blond scamp’s stiff pecker. He gave the pointed stiff tuber a firm squeeze, with the little guy immediately squealing and squirming around in my older brother’s arms trying to get away. Even Allen couldn’t resist laughing at the playful banter, but I did see the twelve year old boy reach down and give his own goods a quick squeeze as if adjusting his stiff erection again. From my second brief glance, I had to admit he did seem to have a decent sized bulge before he shifted his erection into a more comfortable position that didn’t show as much. It once more made me wonder what he was packing down there. The thought was only a brief one as I focused my attention back to my two brothers as Chase released Micah’s little pickle. He wrapped the youngster up in his arms before leaning down and giving the blond rascal a kiss on the top of his head.
The little scamp twisted in my older brother’s arms immediately giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before smothering the teen in a big tight hug. “Luv you,” I heard Micah sigh sincerely while my older brother embraced him softly for several long seconds enjoying the moment and nodding his head.
“Yeah, I love you too Micah,” He sighed pulling back slightly so he could look into the little guy’s face as he brushed the long soft silky locks from the boy’s eyes. “I love you and you make all of us happy each and every day you are in our lives. I love everything about you. I love your sparkling Carolina Blue eyes.” My brother whispered leaning in kissing both of Micah’s eyes. “I love your cute perky little nose.” He added giving that a little kiss as well. “I love your soft lips.” He admitted and to my surprise he leaned in giving the smaller boy a quick peck, the first time I’ve seen him do that. “And I love you from head to toe.” He finished up as I busted up laughing.
I couldn’t help it because my older brother suddenly began to kiss the poor little guy all over his face before forcing the squirming and squealing boy on to the bed. He didn’t stop there continuing to smother the smaller boy with kisses starting at the top of his head and working his way all the way down to the boy’s socked feet. I wrinkled my nose in disgust because he grabbed the boy’s feet and even kissed his socked toes before working his way all the way back up. Micah giggled and laughed the entire time and it was simply hilarious because he seemed to enjoy every moment of it with Chase giving him one final kiss on the cheek, both of them giggling like two little silly girls before finally settled down.
“Thanks Chase,” Micah sighed with my older brother smiling fondly at the younger boy all of us having fallen silent for a few moments because even though it had been kind of funny it had also been a tender moment.
It was the smaller boy who finally broke the somber moment as he scooted off the bed and scampered over towards mine carefully crawling up next to me. “Can I cuddle with you now?” He asked with me arching my eyebrows.
“What, that wasn’t enough for you?” I goaded him with Micah’s face turning serious as he tried to stifle a sniffle alarming me as I wrapped my arm around him pulling the boy towards me. “What’s got you so upset?” I wondered. “Did something happen in school today? I thought those bullies were leaving you alone.” I got a little worried looking over towards Allen who scrunched up his eyebrows and shrugged shaking his head indicating he didn’t know of any issues.
The smaller boy’s body shuddered and he began to cry softly in my arms. “Oh Micah, please don’t cry. Whatever it is everything will be just fine.” I tried to sooth him glancing over towards Chase who had a worried expression on his face. “Please tell us what’s wrong Micah or we can’t fix it.” I tried to urge him soothingly allowing the smaller boy a moment to get his sniffles under control.
Slowly, the fair haired boy seemed to relax cuddling up next to me with his head on my chest. “I…I’m sorry about worrying you.” He finally exhaled softly with me shaking my head.
“We are brothers so of course I will worry about you. Remember, we are the Three Musketeers… ‘One for all and all for one.’ We promised and I won’t ever break that promise.” I assured him with it getting quiet for several long moments before Micah looked up into my eyes.
“That’s just it, for a while I almost thought we were going to lose you. I mean, I know everyone was saying it wasn’t cancer, but still, I was worried. What would I ever do if I lost you or Chase? I love you guys so much and I’d be so lost without either one of you. It scared me that I could really lose one of you.” He admitted.
Glancing over towards Chase I could see him wiping away the wetness from the corners of his eyes. My older brother was the kindest gentlest teen I knew, but he was always steady as a rock, yet somehow our little urchin always managed to get him all choked up. I rarely saw Chase crying, but I began to realize when it came to me and Micah we were one of the few things that would crack his hard shell. Not that my older brother didn’t show affection towards us, quite the opposite actually, but when it came to crying he never did unless it involved me or Micah.
Sighing softly I ran my hand up and down Micah’s arm. “You aren’t going to lose one of us Micah and you aren’t going to lose mom or dad. You belong to us no matter what, even if you are a bit of a stinker at times. Besides, I never toss out any toys Saint Nick brings me.” I teased hearing him giggling and carefully shift so he could give me a quick kiss on the lips before settling back down cuddling up closer to me.
“Feel better?” I asked with him nodding his head. “Good, because we still have to settle things for this weekend.” I added with Chase nodding his head and glancing towards Allen who was wiping away his own tears.
It was obvious the tender moment between us brothers had sort of touched the twelve year old boy. Some of my other friends would have probably ribbed me about the way Chase and I were getting all Lovey and Dovey with our little brother, but I never cared about that sort of thing beginning to realize that we had a very close knit family. Most of my other friends were so cold to their other siblings and parents, and I’d feel lost if I couldn’t cuddle and snuggle with my brothers or parents so never was able to understand how other families could be so uncaring at times towards one another. As I stared at Allen though, he seemed to be touched by the closeness we had and I began to wonder if maybe it was because he didn’t have siblings of his own.
“So, anyway Allen, how about the weekend?” Chase asked with the other boy jolting out of his own musings staring back questioningly.
“Huh?”
“The sleepover? I’m sure my folks won’t have any problems with it. Tomorrow is Friday and maybe you could spend a couple of nights over here with us. That is if it would be alright with your folks.” My older brother added.
The pre-teen looked at us furling his eyebrows shaking his head and holding out his hands. “I…uh…I’m not so sure.” He began with me piping up.
“Please Allen. It’ll be a lot of fun. Besides, it’s my birthday. I was going to have a party, but I didn’t think I would be up for it so kind of cancelled the idea. At least this way I will have all of my favorite people around.” I told him sincerely kind of catching him by surprise.
“I…uh…me?” He asked a bit stunned.
“Yeah, you are like one of the family now. You know, like the Fourth Musketeer.” I chuckled with Micah giggling in my arms.
“Really…me…I…I don’t understand. What about your other friends?” He asked still a bit puzzled by how we were so accepting of him.
“Well, it’s not like I don’t have a lot of friends,” I admitted, “but I’ve never really had like a best friend until you. I mean…it just sort of seems like you’ve become like my best friend. I know it’s only been like a few days and all, but sometimes a guy just sort of knows…you know.” I shrugged my shoulders hoping I wasn’t getting to mushy like.
When he just continued to stare, I added, “I hope it doesn’t creep you out or anything, but that’s how I kind of feel about it. Besides, you stuck up for Micah…so that makes you like family.” I blushed because it was weird to think of the other boy as my best friend.
He stared at me and blushed too. I could tell he was flattered by the idea of us being best friends, but it was also a bit awkward. Thank goodness Chase seemed to notice so simply put everything to rest.
“Then it is settled. Tomorrow after school you will grab your stuff and we will sort of plan a weekend around Tim. Our folks will be fine with it I’m sure. They are both going to be busy this weekend so will be glad that we will be around for Tim.” Chase added with Micah scrunching his eyes.
“What do you mean? What about Tim’s birthday?” He asked with me chuckling.
Chase smiled softly at the little guy. “Don’t worry squirt, they will be around for that, but dad is getting really busy at work again and has to put in the extra time even though he hates to do it because of Tim right now. But it just means right after Christmas we will have more time together. I think he’s planning on a trip for us all this year so I can’t wait.” He pointed out with the whole trip thing news to me, but making me more excited wondering where my parents were thinking of going.
“As for mom she made a commitment to the local committee that oversees the events regarding the charity work for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. It’s her turn to chair the committee this year and it is for the kids at the local hospital and shelter so she is kind of stuck since things were scheduled ahead of time.” Chase explained.
“Yeah, but if that’s true then wouldn’t they have been gone if Tim had a birthday party?” Micah asked curiously.
“Nah, they will be around this weekend Micah, but they both have commitments. Tim’s party would have been later in the afternoon or early evening and they will be both home then, but they will be gone tomorrow afternoon as well as earlier in the morning and afternoon over the weekend. Sometimes we all have commitments and as a family we have to understand these things. We will still be together to do something for Tim’s birthday. Don’t worry, that much I can promise.” Chase explained to Micah who seemed relieved that my folks would be around for my birthday party even if it was going to be a small one this year.
“Anyway,” I piped up. “You’ll ask your folks…right Allen?” I hoped seeing the other boy’s mouth opening up before closing as he hesitated for a moment staring at me before his features softened up and he shrugged.
Smiling he nodded his head. “Yeah, if that’s what you want for your birthday, sure.” He replied making me grin back and sigh happily.
“Way cool. It’s going to be a great birthday after all, but no gifts.” I added not knowing his financial situation since he lived in a small house. “I mean it.” I insisted when he began to protest before giving in and shrugging his shoulders.
It was nice having Allen over as we kicked back in the bedroom chatting for a while and watching some television until my dad poked his head inside reminding me it was time to change my bandages. The pre-teen excused himself at that point saying he had to be getting back for dinner as well. I really didn’t want him to go and was going to say it was alright and that he could stick around, but Chase gave me a look reminding me how we were going to talk to my dad about my bandages.
After the other boy left I asked if it would be alright for Chase to change my bandages. At first dad was kind of hesitant, but we managed to convince him that it really wasn’t too difficult to do. He seemed to detect there was more to it so I begrudgingly admitted to him how I was getting too old for mom to be doing some things with me and that I would feel more comfortable if it was Chase who checked things out so close to my privates. My dad smiled and ruffled my hair understanding and seemed to agree that maybe I was getting to be about that age where such things would make me feel a bit prickly, as he put it. He indicated it would be fine for Chase to take care of things and promised to talk to mom about it later on tonight.
So with that settled he stuck around and watched while Chase changed my bandages and cleaned my wound making sure he would be able to do it properly. Micah watched as well scrunching up his face with his eyes welling up because my inner thigh was all black and blue around the edges of the wound. The cut itself wasn’t that big, but it did look red and slightly inflamed not to mention really ugly at the moment. The entire process took about fifteen to twenty minutes because Chase had to be careful when pulling away the sticky part of the gauze and bandages because it tugged on my skin. Then he had to wash my wound with the antiseptic cleaning substance the hospital provided and check for puffiness or any puss oozing from the wound.
The surgeon had sealed my thin small incision with some sort of glue so I didn’t have to worry about stitches, but I had to be careful about it getting infected with puss and also about tearing it open since it was a deep cut. After cleaning it up and applying some special anti-bacterial ointment onto the slash, he put a special kind of gauze over it. The gauze was in a sealed packet with special stuff on the padding. It was almost like a huge band aid that had its own tape like material that stuck to the skin around the entire thing keeping it completely sealed. After putting the oversized band aid like gauze on my inner thigh he wrapped it up with a bandage.
My older brother took his time and was very careful and attentive while I held still for him with my legs slightly spread apart so he had more room to work with. I was completely naked and to my relief at least my dickie didn’t get hard with my dad standing there and watching too as I smiled to myself because I was getting too old to refer to my dinger as a dickie. Some habits were hard to break sometimes as I realized lately I’ve been using some very colorful terms about some of these sexual things.
The thought of getting hard in front of my dad made me cringe again. It was one thing to pop an erection while Chase or Micah were around and so close, and even though my dad’s seen me naked on a number of occasions, not to mention seen me pop an erection from time to time, it would still have been kind of awkward since everyone was staring at me. At least my mom wasn’t hanging around since she was cooking dinner downstairs.
After finishing up, my older brother winked at me and ruffled my hair before pulling my sweatpants back into place covering up my still immature penis and balls. He seemed to know the event was kind of embarrassing for me with everyone watching so closely. It’s kind of weird because it really didn’t bother me to walk around naked at home, but it really was different when everyone was actually staring at me making me feel a little self conscious about my body.
Afterwards, Micah cuddled up to me and stayed close throughout the rest of the day and evening. It was almost as if he had to be reassured that I was fine. It tugged at my heart because it really showed just how close we had become towards one another. In every sense of the word he had become my little brother in reality. The love and affection he had for me, Chase, and my parents was real and unconditional. Deep down I’ve always known this, but to have it displayed this openly as he cuddled next to me and constantly whispered that he loved me, meant a lot to me. Throughout it all our blond little scalawag made sure to hug and kiss me on my cheek or lips. It wasn’t sexual, just brotherly concerned affection. Even Chase made sure to cuddle with the two of us for a little while, which I appreciated as well.
I really began to realize just how lucky I was to have such a loving and caring family as my mom fussed and doted over me making sure to get plenty of her own kisses in. Most of my friends would have made a big to do over it, but I loved my family and didn’t mind because I knew they had all been worried too. My parents didn’t just fuss over me today, but spread around their love to my brothers as well. I suppose this little scare reminded all of us just how important it was to let others know they were loved.
When it came time for bed it took some convincing to get Micah to crawl into his own bed. He wanted to snuggle up with me, but I used the excuse of being a little sore and maybe if he still wanted to cuddle tomorrow it might be better. I loved the little cuddle bug to death, but now with the stress of the surgery behind me I was feeling a little horny and wanted to play with myself tonight. It’s actually been a while since I’ve jacked off and I was feeling the urge. It wasn’t as if I felt the need to jack off all the time, not like I’ve noticed with Chase making me wonder if maybe that sort of thing had to do with puberty, but there were plenty of times when I felt the need to have a bit of fun.
Last year when I jacked off my older brother by mistake while he slept I had become curious about it discovering how fun it could be. Of course I didn’t squirt yet, another thing I couldn’t wait to happen since it had looked totally wicked when Chase shot that white stuff out of his huge stiff penis. I suppose I could have messed around a little with Micah since the two of us have done that a few times together as well. I loved those moments and I could tell Micah enjoyed those times as well, but lately I’ve been feeling guilty about doing that sort of stuff with him. I suppose some of it had to do with the way I viewed the little tyke anymore. To me he was like my little brother for real. It was exciting to do sexual things with him, but like with Chase when I had accidentally jacked him off and he had an orgasm, I felt guilty about it afterwards. I had seen the disgust in my older brother at what had happened, and in some ways lately I was beginning to feel something similar when Micah and I fooled around sexually.
It wasn’t just things not feeling so right anymore when my younger brother and I got all hot and bothered together, but also I had the feeling the little guy didn’t seem so much into boys, at least not in a sexual way. Lately, I’ve begun to notice how he was paying more and more attention to girls. Of course he was only ten years old, but it was obvious things were starting to click into place for my little brother. These things happened differently for everyone with the timing and the way they felt about guys versus girls, but it appeared as if the younger blond boy was destined to be an early bloomer leaning towards the female aspect of things. It didn’t bother me in the least and I was happy for my little brother. Of course Micah also enjoyed having his penis pleasured by me as we ground our hips together, but I could tell it was just to get those tingling sensations. The two of us have talked a lot about sex, but there were a lot of things I didn’t tell him about, like jacking off and stuff, feeling when he was ready that sort of thing would work itself out.
Glancing over to the other side of the late night darkened room I smiled warmly at the slight form of the slumbering younger boy. I could tell he was fast asleep the stress of the day having finally caught up to the smaller blond boy. He really was such a beautiful boy and I loved playing around with his ten year old hard thingy, as he called it. There was something about his foreskin and the way his shiny knob looked when the smooth skin was slicked back. It made me shiver lustfully despite the knowledge it just wasn’t right to think of him in a sexual way. I had to admit though he was a sexy hot boy and I couldn’t help some of my shameful thoughts. Soon enough the younger boy, if it wasn’t already happening, would have all sorts of skirts chasing after him just like my older brother. Lately, I’ve noticed girls starting to look at me a little weirdly as well and understood what it was all about, but I just didn’t have the same kinds of feelings for them.
Smiling, I had to chuckle because my older brother really was a dream come true for the girls. I even had to admit that my older brother was sexy hot and truth be told a sexy stud-muffin. Any girl, or boy for that matter, would be lucky indeed to have him as a boyfriend or lover. I knew he was no longer a virgin and had been very sexually involved with his old girlfriend. I also knew a little about what happened knowing she had cheated on him with one of Chase’s friends which I thought was totally stupid on her part. She didn’t really know how badly she had messed up until later and I know she regretted the mistake, but my older brother had been deeply hurt by her actions.
In the beginning she really was sort of a nice girl and all, but something seemed to have happened shortly before the breakup where she began to change. Even I could tell things were different for her; almost, like she was becoming some sort of slut or something. I was only eleven, but I could see it and even I began hearing stuff about her all the way over at my school. If gossip about her made it all the way to my school it really was bad.
My older brother had such a kind and loving heart, devoting everything he had to the people he cared about. He expected the same from others though, so when his girlfriend cheated on him, and with one of his close friends to boot, he had immediately dumped them from his close circle. Chase was a very forgiving kind of guy, but some things just weren’t right and I couldn’t blame him. Still, I also knew there were plenty of good girls out there for him and wished he’d simply get on with his life. Even as dense as I was about these sorts of things I could tell there were plenty of girls already flirting with him. He deserved to have a healthy relationship with a girl and be happy. He was a teenager after all so sooner or later he would have to learn to trust a girl once more while also realizing his heart may be broken again. It was basically a part of the way things worked, even I knew this.
Thinking about Chase and Micah having a normal kind of relationships, I began to wonder if I would ever be able to experience something similar. I was different and most kids didn’t accept guys like me so it wasn’t like I could just go out and flirt with other guys to see if they liked me. I was pretty popular in school, but if word got out that I may be gay it could spell disaster no matter how popular I was with my friends. I knew without a doubt my older brother wouldn’t have any problems with the way I felt and neither would Micah, but it could also have an affect on them in other ways.
Deep down I knew I could handle anything coming my way and at the end of the day would still have friends. For my older brother I knew it wouldn’t even be a big issue if I was gay or not with him accepting it. He could hold his own and shrug away any negativity that may come out. It was Micah though who concerned me. Of course he would care less if I was gay, but at school it would mean him getting picked on even more. Most kids left him alone and accepted him, but with this it would change things for him. He’d get teased because of me and that is what really upset me so I had to be extra careful about it.
Even now with my thoughts constantly turning towards Allen these last few nights I had to be careful. I liked Allen as a friend, but he was a year older and like most guys he probably would frown on me being gay. It was tough not to fantasize about him because I thought he looked so damn sexy hot. Everything about the slim twelve year old boy made me shiver lustfully as I tossed aside my covers and reached down between my legs.
My penis was stiff as a board all two and a quarter inches of it hovering horizontally just above my pale hairless mound. The smoothness, a reminder I was still a ways off before puberty finally took hold of my immature body. Grabbing on to my short thin erection with a thumb and two fingers, my body shivered in anticipation. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced that nice tingling sensation of release as I slowly began to stroke my little stump. I suppose Chase was right and size didn’t mean much at all because sex was sex and the feelings surging inside all of us was the same. After all, when Micah and I got all sexed up together we both experienced orgasms despite the size of my little dickie.
My thoughts suddenly flittered over towards Allen and the thin long bulge I had noticed earlier making me gasp with my toes curling. I felt a sudden rush of tingling sensations inside of my body just at the mere thought of the sexy hot twelve year old boy. He was so damn handsome and he looked so sexy hot in those tight jeans he always wore. Reaching down with my left hand I began to squeeze my ping pong sized scrotum feeling my two little hazelnut sized testicles squirming around while my right fingers continued to stroke my little stub. Glancing down, my fingers were a blur as they stroked my little stalk with quick short burst of eagerness. I could feel the heat surging inside of me and knew I was already close as I focused my thoughts and fantasies to Allen’s crotch as the older boy reached down to adjust his nice sized bulge. That’s all it took as my body suddenly jerked with my legs twitching several times before I felt my rigid penis begin to pulse while it shot those imaginary liquid pellets once more reminding me of my immaturity.
My voice squeaked before I clamped it shut, letting out small little muffled grunts of pleasure. “Aaaaaaaaargh, ooouuumph, uuuumph, uuuuuuumph,” I moaned feeling my face burning as my cheeks became flush from the exertion.
Surprisingly enough my orgasm was fairly controlled as I tried to keep from thrashing around like I usually did allowing the moment to carry me away. It wouldn’t do to wake up Micah much less tear open my surgery cut and having to explain how it happened. I could feel my small giggle berries lurching several more times as the orgasmic like spasms continued to ripple throughout my insides. With one final heave and grunt my body finally relaxed with the vision of Allen’s sweet boyish features swimming in front of my eyes. Damn, the boy was so doggone cute as I exhaled softly realizing what I really wanted would never happen. Still, it didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize and have special feeling for the dreamy twelve year old boy.
Little did I know that just down the street another, slightly older, boy was dealing with similar issues. The stress of the day was finally catching up to me and I felt completely spent with a sensation of well being surrounding me like a warm blanket as my fingers twiddle around idly with my soft little boy penis. Yawning, I reached over covering up my naked body and before I knew it my mind drifted away with the images of Allen insinuating itself into my sweet dreams.
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End of Pt2. Chapter Two: Tim – A Scary Moment
Coming Soon Pt.2. Chapter Three: Allen – Opening Up
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