The Other Brother
Chapter 06
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EXCERPT OPENING
I grunted and groaned as the numerous orgasmic spasms rippled through my body. With one last shudder it was over and I was breathing hard trying desperately to get needed oxygen back into my lungs. If my orgasms were going to be like this from now on it was going to take some getting used to. Never before had they felt so wonderful and intoxicating, yet at the same time almost too painful. I could only pray I would be able to get a little more control over myself if my orgasms were going to continue in this fashion.
I quickly rinsed off all of my sexing splattered over the walls of the shower stall. I rinsed off my sticky little rapidly deflating flaccid tool and got out to dry off. My little tool had an angry red tinge to it and didn’t appear as if it wanted to completely deflate yet. I decided to get dressed in my room and left my dad’s shower heading upstairs. I didn’t think I had been overly long in the shower because I had made sure to make the cleaning of my body process a quick one.
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Exiting my dad’s shower and heading towards my room I was still wondering if I had been quick about it or taken longer than usual. It really didn’t matter, but I was still concerned what Anatoli might think if he was waiting a long time for me to finish in the shower. I was pretty confident I had been fairly quick. My assessment had been correct because as I walked down the hall to my room Anatoli exited the bathroom fully clothed in his soccer kit of white shorts and yellow jersey. He must have hung up his shorts before our ride out in the hills because they had dried off since the carwash.
He smiled when he saw my red semi-hard penis and followed me into the bedroom. I wondered if he thought it odd how my worm looked so worked up, but he didn’t say anything so I figured he didn’t think anything of it. He watched me as I got dressed appearing comfortable about my nudity not even bothering to cover up his own obvious tenting of his soccer shorts. I sat down by my laptop and started downloading the videos from our ride. Once the videos started downloading I headed into the kitchen and turned on the stove to heat up the spaghetti sauce and start the water boiling for the noodles.
Anatoli was following me around like a puppy watching my every move. I smiled at him affectionately enjoying how he looked at me attentively because it made me feel really sexy. I also appreciated the way he looked in his soccer uniform. His wonderful blue eyes seemed so much brighter when he wore that yellow jersey. I suppose he looked better in lighter colored clothing.
He smiled back at me and continuously glanced down at my crotch area as if somehow disappointed I had gotten dressed. We went back into my room and did a basic editing of the footage so we could upload the video onto youtube. I didn’t do anything fancy to it and finally finished. I then started the upload process knowing it really wouldn’t take long at all and left the room as the material transferred.
My little charge remained quiet the entire time and followed me back out into the living room as I plunked myself down on the sofa and turned on the television set. He lay down next to me and stretched out draping his right leg over my knees and leaning his left leg on the back of the couch. This was the same position which had provided me with just about the best time of my life last night, and my heart skipped faster in my chest at the memory and anticipation of a show.
“Well,” I said looking over to him. “The video should be done well before we even finish dinner and you’ll be able to go email all of your friends about it. How’s that sound?” I asked.
“Wonderful,” he said smiling as he rocked his left leg back and forth.
“No, what’s wonderful is how adorably cute you are in that soccer uniform. You look handsome wearing those clothes.” I told him sincerely as I snuck a peek at the opening between his legs.
He hadn’t bothered putting on his European style underwear which I thought was very cute on him so once more he was providing me with entertainment. I could clearly make out his nice little sack snuggled against his thigh and his cute sleek little shaft with his pinkish colored glan. Every time his legs would close together I could see how his little nuggets and stalk would scrunch up.
It was sexy hot watching him like this and he didn’t even realize he was providing a show. At first when these things were happening I thought maybe he did and was kind of teasing me, but now I felt differently about it. In some sense he was still a little shy about himself, not openly displaying his little sexy kit in a public way, yet also comfortable and open with the sort of innocent types of sexual games we were playing. He also didn’t seem to mind me walking around naked and openly indicated he enjoyed seeing me in the nude.
He smiled sheepishly at me. “No, you handsome no clothes,” he giggled. “Very…um…sexy.” He grinned sheepishly with his cheeks turning red.
“Oh, so you like my birthday suit?” I asked.
“Birthday?” he asked a little confused. He knew what a birthday was, but this term in the way I used it was a little puzzling.
“Ah, well yes…how do I explain this? Well, when we are born we are born in our birthday suit, completely naked. So in our country sometimes we refer to being naked as our birthday suit. Get it?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “You handsome in birthday suit.” He giggled shifting his right foot and gently pressing down on my crotch before wriggling his toes in to get a good feel of my now flaccid penis.
“Now…now,” I teased as I playfully slapped his foot away. “No playing with big boys toys.” I rebuked him jokingly.
“Oh, feel like little boy toy.” He giggled in a teasing fashion.
“You little tease,” is all I said before reaching over and opening the gap between his leg and shorts quickly glancing inside as I placed my face closer to his leg opening for a better view.
He squealed and grabbed for his crotch to cover himself up.
“Hey,” he croaked protesting, but not too upset as he giggled and wagged his finger at me warningly.
“Well, from the little peep I just got it looks like mine really is a big boy toy and too much for you to handle,” I teased as I made a pretend grab for his little pecker. He squeaked again curling up his knees to protect himself some more.
“Relax,” I told him. “I promise I won’t grab you.”
He looked at me tentatively and then stretched back out into his previous position once again rocking his left leg back and forth revealing his proud little plaything which had now stiffened. I giggled because he really didn’t realize he was giving me a peep show. He smiled not understanding what I was laughing about, but glad I was happy.
I could smell the spaghetti and I was starting to get hungry. It was getting close to six in the evening so I looked out the left side window and finally saw my dad’s car coming down the long gravel roadway of our ranch.
“Looks like they are finally here,” I said to Anatoli. He got up and looked out the window getting a little excited. I could see his little pecker tenting outwards and smiled appreciatively at the little peep shows he was providing me lately.
“Let’s go meet them outside,” I said as I too got up off the couch. The spaghetti was starting to boil so I lowered the temperature to the warm setting and did the same with the temperature on the pot holding the water for the noodles.
I followed Anatoli outside just in time to see my dad’s car pull into our driveway noticing the fatigue in Mrs. Markowski’s eyes as she stepped out of the car. Anatoli excitedly greeted his mom hugging her tightly against his body and started chattering away a mile a minute in their own language.
“Hey dad,” I greeted walking over to give him a warm hug. I was a lot older than Anatoli so giving my dad such an enthusiastic greeting like Anatoli did with his mom was just out of the question. Nevertheless, I still managed a warm and heartfelt greeting. He hugged me back and sighed deeply. “Hey Robby, it’s good to be home.”
“I bet. Looks like it had been a pretty rough one,” I said as I saw him glance over at the Subaru and start walking towards it while Mrs. Markowski and her son automatically walked over with us.
“Hey, Mrs. M,” I greeted giving her a quick hug. “A rough start for you at the hospital, huh?” I asked her.
“Yes, Robby, but well worth it I assure you. Many people hurt at factory explosion. Many lives lost, many saved. So…now it is Mrs. M?” She queried laughing good humouredly.
“Yeah, hope you don’t mind?”
“No it sounds nice…more informal and familiar.”
“Well, to tell you the truth I can’t take credit for it. Dad texted me and referred to you as ‘Mrs. M,’ you know how it is with texting, everything gets shortened.”
“So boy behave or did you box the ears?” She asked ruffling her son’s hair.
“Nah, we hit it off pretty good. He was a real big help to me around here, and he was a lot of fun to hang with.” I smiled winking at the younger boy.
“Wow Robby, the car really cleaned up nicely,” my dad interjected when our conversation lapsed. “You guys must have worked on it for hours.” He praised.
“Yeah, I had to cook so by the time I got back out my little helper here had already finished the entire interior.” I chuckled, ruffling Anatoli’s hair. “We then washed and waxed the outside of the car.” I added.
“Anatoli, you help so much?” Mrs. M asked of her son as he bashfully nodded yes. “This is so nice of you,” she complimented while he blushed yet also looked like he was on cloud nine by the praised he got from her.
My dad glanced my way nodding his head towards the car and then at Mrs. Markowsky.
“So,” I started out. “I made a huge dinner for all of us. I hope you like spaghetti? Anatoli said you guys did, so I made a big batch figuring it would be pretty late for you to get anything going.”
“Oh no, we couldn’t…how you say…um… impose Robby, you do so much for us…for boy” she started to protest.
“Nah, it’s all good.” I responded. “Besides, it’s already done and there is more than enough to go around. But before we go eat dad and I have something else for you.”
She looked at me with a confused frown on her face and looked at her son who shrugged indicating he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Well, the Subaru has sort of been sitting here for years ever since…well no matter, it’s just sitting here and well we know you will need transportation. Over here in America you need a car if you want to work or get anywhere. So, since you passed your driver’s license we figured you might as well use the car.” I explained holding out the keys to her.
Mrs. Markowsky was stunned speechless and Anatoli’s eyes had widened as he ran over to the car and lovingly traced his hands along the outside, just as he had done with the ATV. I watched as he excitedly inspected the car. I fished out my iPhone and snapped a few pictures. After going around the car in a complete circle, he ran back to me and wrapped his arms around my torso giving me a tight squeeze before stepping on his toes and giving me a kiss on the cheek. He stepped down off his toes and then gave me another huge bear-like hug and didn’t let go.
Mrs. M finally managed to get her composure back. “You no drive car?” She asks looking at my dad.
“No…um… it hasn’t been driven around regularly for several years now and Robby uses the ATV around the ranch and runs errands in our old pickup truck.” He told her smiling encouragingly.
She looked back at me and then back at the car. She frowned as thoughts flittered through her mind, and then looked back at me. I could tell she had figured it out and she started to shake her head no and hold out the keys back to me.
“No, don’t,” I told her. “She’d have it no other way. She loved your Uncle like he was family which makes you like family. We all do what we can in these parts to help one another out. Keep it until you can afford one on your own. It’s a good car and has four wheel drive you can switch to during the winter months or on the back roads. It is a necessity around here.”
She looked at me and then towards her son still wrapped up in my arms. The boy was so happy and she couldn’t take that away from him at the moment. He had gone through so much and had been in such a bad way for a long time. He was missing his friends a lot and was having a hard time adjusting. When she had dropped off her son yesterday he had been in one frame of mind, and here was this one young boy…no, young man she corrected herself, who had changed her son back to his old self. Back to the happier times of being a child, being a young boy who should be out in the open air having fun.
She sighed and clutched the keys in her hand before holding them to her chest. “Thank you Robby, thank you Mr. Stanton.” She sniffed holding back tears. This was another big burden lifted off her shoulders.
“No problem Mrs. M. Why don’t you and Anatoli take it for a spin? By the time you get back dinner will be waiting and ready.
Anatoli screamed in delight as he begged her to go for a ride in their new car forcing her to finally cave in. I snapped a few pictures of them by the car with Mrs. M smiling happily and Anatoli beaming with pride at their new, or rather slightly used, car. All his friends would be so jealous again at his family’s good fortune. They climbed in the car, put on their seatbelts, and she turned the key in the ignition. The car fired right up and she slowly drove away down the driveway.
“Your mother would have been so proud of you son. You know Mrs. Markowsky had been worried about so many things, and the biggest one was leaving her son in your care. The way you handled yourself really helped her out a lot. After she talked with you on the phone she really loosened up, and was able to be more focused on what needed to be done. She really spoke highly of you last night.” My dad told me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked inside with me clutched in his embrace. I was happy he was home. I loved my freedom, but also missed him when he was gone.
“By the way that was one hell of a goulash you made. Between that and the sandwiches we all had plenty. It really hit the spot, and it gave us the extra boost we needed to see us through the night.”
“Thanks dad, it’s nice to know people appreciate the cooking.”
Mr. Stanton nodded his head in understanding. His son picked up a lot of the burden around the house and ranch. Robby was a lot more responsible than most boys his age he sighed shaking his head at how fortunate he was to have such a good kid.
“Son, I know I don’t say it enough but I love you.” He acknowledged giving me a hug.
“I know you do dad, and I luv you too.” I responded a little awkwardly. Why is it so hard for a boy to say this to his father?
Mrs. Markowsky and her son returned about thirty minutes later. Since there were four of us we ate in the dining room. The spaghetti was great and I had even prepared Garlic bread for us all. I discovered Anatoli’s mom also enjoyed spicy food, but she was surprised to find out her son loved the spicy sausages. According to her Anatoli normally never ate such fiery foods, but he seemed to dive in now and enjoy the zesty flavors. He told her about the spicy tongue burning pizza and how he even ate more than “Robby’s” friend. He admitted at first it had been really zesty hot, but it tasted too good so he couldn’t stop eating it. We all laughed at his enthusiasm.
The spaghetti tasted delicious and we were all so hungry we ended up having second helpings. I apologized for not having dessert and promised next time I would have a cake or something. Mrs. M said there was no need for it and she was so stuffed anyway there would have been no way she could have eaten a slice of cake.
We sat around the table enjoying each other’s company. Finally Mrs. Markowsky announced she would do the dishes since I had looked after her precious little treasure and cooked a wonderful meal to boot. Anatoli blushed saying something to her in a different language. She apologized to him in English for saying he needed looking after and looked at us rolling her eyes telling us he was growing up so fast. No further explanation was needed as we totally understood feeling for both mother and son.
Dad stayed in the kitchen to help Mrs. M while Anatoli and I headed back to my room. The video was uploaded so I downloaded the pictures I had taken. He sat down at the computer to email all his friends about the video and also sent them the latest pictures of their new car.
I sat down on my bed and watched him as he typed away. He didn’t take long doing a group email to all of his friends sending out the message all at once. He grabbed the laptop off the table and placed it on the chair in front of the bed so we could watch the video together while we waited for the adults to finish up.
I was leaning my back up against the sturdy antique iron wrought headboard and Anatoli climbed in between my legs so he could snuggle up against me. He leaned his back up against my chest and stomach and snuggled in. I bent my left knee and raised my leg up with my heel brushing up against my butt. He did the same with his left leg and then placed his hands on top of my knee. I wrapped my arms around his chest holding him gently and we shifted a little snuggling in closer together. The right side of my face was plastered against his left cheek as we silently watched the video.
We laughed, we oohed and awed, and then laughed some more at some of the amateurish spots. However, there were other places on the video where he looked really cool as he maneuvered his ATV through some tough situations. There were also the cool shots of him speeding down the trail and getting airborne on some of the natural jumps.
We started up the video for the second go around and didn’t even notice our door open as we pointed out things to one another. Mrs. M stepped into the room followed by my dad and the scene they saw was of us cuddled up so closely together all excited about something on the laptop. Mrs. M turned to my father and said, “They just good together, yes? As if friend all of life.” My father nodded his head. It reminded him of the times when his oldest son was still alive and his two boys would cuddle together in the same fashion; except for the roles being reversed since Robby had been the younger one.
Anatoli looked up and smiled at his mother. “Come…see.” He told her. Mrs. M stepped around the laptop and sat on the edge of the bed with my father doing the same. Anatoli’s mother gasped at some of the scenes looking at her son admonishingly, but my dad eased her mind telling her it was a lot safer than it looked. He pointed out to her the scenes where we had slowed down and taken precautions in some of the trickier areas. He assured her everything she was seeing was very much done in a safe manner so she seemed to feel more at ease.
Finally, the video finished and Mrs. M announced it was time to go getting up off the bed and walking out the door with my father close on her heels. Anatoli squirmed around in my arms facing me before leaning his entire weight into me and giving me a big hug. My legs were spread apart and his crotch snuggled right up against my own little teen package, and I could feel it twitch in my shorts hoping fervently I wouldn’t pop a boner. I could feel the warmth of his body, and I could smell his heady scent of soap and sweat, the essence of what made him a boy.
He slowly backed off of me and looked over his shoulder. Both parents were gone and he was still kneeling on the bed when he turned back around to me. I could see a wicked smile cross his features as he reached out and latched onto my crotch giving it a squeeze before he got up, turned around, hitched his thumbs in his waistband and mooned me.
“Tease,” I whispered reaching out and giving his two rosy melons a squeeze with the boy letting out a little squeak which I was finding very charming.
The cute little guy yanked his shorts back up and looked over his shoulders sticking his tongue out at me. We both laughed as we exited the room. Anatoli retrieved his bag of clothes and we all walked outside to say our good byes.
Anatoli climbed into their new car and Mrs. M came over and hugged me to her chest. She whispered in my ear, “You are good boy. You are family; you are being the good ‘Other Brother’ to Anatoli. Thank you for such good care of boy. Anatoli have friends, but I think you are bestest of all.” She let go of me and slid into the car. We all waved and I could see Anatoli looking out the back as they left down the ranch’s dirt and graveled roadway heading towards the main road for home only few minutes away.
My dad and I headed back inside the house. He was beat and I knew he wanted to get some sleep. He would be home for a few days before he had to go back to the hospital. My dad headed downstairs to get cleaned up and hit the sack while I walked back towards the guestroom to make sure Anatoli hadn’t forgotten anything. Everything looked in order and I started walking out the door. I turned around to turn off the light switch when something caught my attention under the bed.
From this distance and angle I could see a clothing item sitting under the bed like it had been kicked off there by mistake. Standing next to the bed you would never know it had been there. I walked over reaching under the bed to retrieve the item and when I pulled it out my pecker immediately stood at attention. It was Anatoli’s underwear. He must have accidentally kicked it off under the bed while he got changed earlier in the morning when we got back from doing the fence line.
I took it with me to my bedroom and shut my door as I lay the skimpy material on my bed. I could clearly see the outline of where his little boy goods would nestle against the fabric, and also the small pattern from his modest sized flaccid penis. Wow, this was simply too sexy hot I whispered to myself holding up his underwear to my nose and breathing in the heady sweaty aroma. It was very potent since the fragrance had been tapped directly from the boy’s sexy source itself.
By this time I was intimately familiar with Anatoli’s bouquet, and there was no denying who the potent boyish fragrance belonged to. My head got so lightheaded at his scent and seeing the little outline on the fabric created by his sleek sized flaccid tool. My nose was buried deep into the fabric where his soft little tool would nestle proudly and the mere thought of being so close and intimate sent shivers down my spine. If only my nose really were buried between Anatoli’s legs. The image and idea of me taking Anatoli’s drill bit into my mouth made me quiver excitedly. Such strange thoughts I reflected to myself.
My shaft was hard as steel by the time I stripped out of my clothing. My penis seemed a little longer than usual when I looked down at myself. I could swear my teen sized plaything had grown since last night. It’s actually been a while so I decided it was time to measure myself. I grabbed the measuring tape and sure enough my penis was about a quarter of an inch longer than my previous measurements. I wrapped the tape measure around the middle part of my shaft to see if it had gotten thicker and was a little disappointed since this part hadn’t changed, but still excited how I was now slightly over four inches long. Basically I was currently topping out at about four and a quarter inches long. Still a little on the smaller side of average for my age, but at least it was continuing to grow I said to myself. Of course it was at a snail’s pace, but getting there I acknowledged as a happy grin crept across my features.
I grabbed an old towel out of the closet and sat on my bed. I opened up the ‘SXY_A’ folder of Anatoli and turned on the power point slide show feature. Leaning back against the iron wrought headboard I went back into action on my little sweaty hose and started pumping away for that milky white oil gusher. I set the towel down on my stomach and chest and sat up a little more hoping to be able to snatch up most of the cum once I erupted spewing my precious cargo.
The pictures were scrolling through him by the pool in his underwear. I held up the same pair of underwear seen in the pictures to my nose with my left hand while my right hand continued to pump wildly. The images flashed across the computer screen to mingle with the images from my own recollections from when I held him close, played with his little tool the night before, and with the memories of seeing him walk naked to the shower with the clothes in his hand and him turning sideways burned in my mind. All the images of him throughout his stay flittered across my thoughts as I watched the pictures I had taken of him unfold on the screen. I was very close and I could feel the tip of my penis start to flair in preparation of what was to come. My body burned like a thousand needle pricks all at the same time, and my breathing became ragged as the last picture flipped on the screen.
I pulled Anatoli’s underwear from my nose and let it fell down next to me on the bed as my hips arched upward. This time I was ready and waiting trying to gain a little more control. The intensity of my orgasm was powerful, but I managed to grab my towel in time when the first wet sticky goop of cum spewed out like it was being shot from a canon followed by several other shots exploding against my cum rag. My body twisted and bucked as the orgasm wreaked havoc through my little body. I had thrown half of the towel over the top of my little gatling gun as wave after wave of cum was snatched up in the soft fabric. My high finally settled down with a few more twitches and jerks of the body, and I was finally able to lower my hips onto my blanket.
“Fuck me,” I whispered out loud as I got my breath back.
It made me wonder if all of my orgasms would be this intense from now on. I knew the root cause was my strong feelings for Anatoli, and I was almost frightened at the prospect of what would happen if we actually did have sex together much less with anyone since I didn’t think it would really matter anymore in regards to the force of it.
Unfolding the towel from on top of my now flaccid penis I turned it over to have a look. It was soaked with cum and I couldn’t believe how much I had produced even after the large copious amount I had expelled only a few hours earlier in the shower. I wiped myself clean and got up to see if anything had escaped. It appeared like I had managed to effectively get it all.
It was obvious I was going to have to devise something to use from now on. A thought crossed my mind as I walked into the bathroom rinsing out the towel before cleaning myself up some. I rinsed out the towel one final time before hanging it up and then rummaged through the towel closet finding what I was looking for smiling in triumph.
We had several of those little hand sized towels which were sewn together on three sides leaving one side open so you could slip your hand inside like a glove to do some cleaning. I would use those from now on sticking both my raging stiffie and pumping fist inside while I jacked off. I could place a larger towel wrapping the edge of it around the base of my shaft while placing the length and width of the fabric on my stomach and chest. This way when I exploded it would hit the fabric of the small hand towel and drip down on top of the towel I had laid down on top of me.
I took the smaller hand towels and larger ones to my room tossing them on one of the shelves in my small walk-in closet. I turned off the computer and crawled into bed with my mind whirling due the events from the last couple of days. So much had happened in such a short period of time and my mind was filled with pleasant thoughts of Anatoli as I drifted off to sleep.
Just a short distance away another boy had crawled into bed as well after pulling his pajama bottoms over his bikini style underwear. Most boys where he came from wore those small types of underwear, but it seemed different over here. He had to admit though he also appreciated how the kind of underwear Robby wore looked on the older boy. They fit snuggly around the boy’s legs and did show off the shape and outline of the teen’s cute penis and nuggets as his thoughts shifted to the last couple of days’ events.
Some of what happened was confusing and he couldn’t understand the feelings he was having coursing through his young little frame. He enjoyed the neighbor boy who he had just met, but the older boy sent strange feelings coursing through his body. He loved seeing the older boy naked and he felt in awe with how comfortable the teen was regarding his nudity. Where he lived many of the younger boys his own age always went swimming without any clothes on or walked around naked inside their house even if friends were over until they got a little older. Even then sometimes some of the older boys would go swimming naked with their friends, but tried to be more reserved around other people. It was sort of as if they began to transition into a different stage in their lives. Over here though he had heard boys would never do such things at any age so it kind of amazed him in a pleasing way how open the teen had been about walking around naked in front of him.
Anatoli had thought about taking off his own clothes a couple of times, but just couldn’t seem to bring himself to do so. He had been embarrassed when Robby had pulled on his shorts and snuck a peep inside probably seeing his puny little penis. Even though as recently as last year the younger boy used to run around naked going with his Grandfather to the lake and swimming in the nude, it was different for him now. It’s only been the last couple of years now since he hasn’t been able to get undressed in front of others. He wasn’t mad at Robby for teasing him by peering between his shorts figuring he was probably owed since he had felt the older boy’s hard penis with his toes. He giggled at how it had felt on the little digits of his foot. There was also the little incident when he had grabbed Robby by mistake at the pool and the way he took pleasure in how the older boy’s penis felt in his hands. Further more he had loved the sensations which had spread throughout his tiny frame when he had grabbed Robby’s penis by accident and also the way he felt when looking at the boy’s naked body.
When the older boy had retaliated down by the pool by blowing air on his stomach making those farting sounds he had also enjoyed the funny tingling sensation it gave him. Anatoli reflected on the tickly feeling he got all over when the older boy latched on to his little stiff shaft and squeezed it. Those tingling sensations started deep down inside of him somewhere and it felt…well he didn’t know how to describe it other than ‘cool,’ as these Americans were fond of saying. There had been the little twinge of embarrassment when the teen had grabbed him like that, yet at the same time he didn’t want the boy to let go either. Anatoli scrunched up his face at the confusing feelings he was having.
Reaching down between his legs, Anatoli shoved his hand below his pajama shorts and squeezed his modest two and a half inch stiffie. Lately he was appreciating the sensation he felt when he touched himself pinching his little shaft and bare head between his fingers. He didn’t know why his penis always happened to get hard at the most awkward moments. Of course over the last couple of days it was like he was almost always hard; especially, when he was around the older boy. He was glad the teen hadn’t teased him about his stiff little willie even showing the younger boy how he got them himself. After that Anatoli wasn’t so self-conscious when he got hard and didn’t even mind if the older boy saw it. After all he was still wearing something and all covered up when it happened so it wasn’t as if he was naked.
Back home he had always felt a little awkward about being undressed in front of the other boys. They all had their skin over the tip of their penis and he didn’t. His mom had explained to him a couple of years ago she had him circumcised as a baby because she felt it was cleaner adding she also knew some day they would be moving to America where most boys are circumcised. Of course she admitted they had discussed it with the doctor and there really wasn’t any proof it was better for hygiene purposes so in the end it had been a more personal preference on her part and his father’s.
Some of the kids back home had teased him about it when he was real little, but never any of his friends all of them thinking Anatoli looked really nice without his skin. He sure enjoyed seeing Robby’s circumcised penis as it bobbed around when the older boy walked around naked. No one has seen him naked since he was seven or eight years old, other than his parents and grandfather of course. Then this past year or so he also started becoming a little self-conscious around his mother too so had been careful about being naked in front of her anymore. He didn’t mind so much around his father or Grandfather, but most definitely around others anymore he had become a bit shy including his closest friends who used to see him naked all the time. It was strange how he had seemingly become a bit more timid about his body the last year or so.
He continued to squeeze his little stem and twirl the inflated like mushroom looking head around in his fingers until he felt the familiar tingling sensation. He started to feel like he needed to go pee so he stopped not wanting to have to crawl out of bed to empty his bladder. Back home boys always talked about doing things with their stiffies making those strange motions with their fists indicating how they ran it up and down the length of their hard penis, but Anatoli always thought it a strange thing not really understanding why they would want to do something like this all the time. After all it only made you want to go pee just like now with him when he played around with his little twig. It did feel good up to a point, but then it became a little frustrating with those tingling sensations making you want to piddle. Strange, he thought to himself, I had just gone only moments before making him wonder if he’d actually be able to squeeze any liquid out at the moment.
Lately so many things confused him; especially, anything regarding what went on between his legs. With so many perplexing thoughts crossing his mind lately it was beginning to become a bit frustrating. He was even baffled about his dreams. Last night he had dreamed Robby was playing with his little six point three five centimeter long hard penis. He knew his exact size because just before he moved here a few of his friends were over spending the night and they had all grabbed a ruler and measured themselves privately in the bathroom reporting back on their stiff little boy sizes and giggling. He suspected some of them had measured their foreskin too, or added a tad bit more to it, but their little game was all in good fun and they had laughed hysterically.
He could still clearly see Robby in his dream as the older boy had fondled and stroked his shaft making it feel all tingly. The sensation it created in his little body felt so wonderful. His dream was so vivid in his mind and he thought maybe it was because he wanted Robby to do this for real. In the end though, he also couldn’t bear the thought of being so exposed in front of the older boy.
He wished now he hadn’t been so self conscious about how different he had looked from the other boys back home. He didn’t think he would mind being naked in front of Robby, yet he still felt wary about it.
He sighed trying to clear his mind from all of the things bouncing around in his thoughts, and yes this included Robby’s ‘bouncy’ penis. He heard his mother come into his room to sit by his bed. He was glad he had stopped playing with his penis because he would have been mortified if she had caught him. He tried to figure out a way to get her to start knocking before she came into his room. She stroked his hair and smiled fondly at him.
She spoke to him in their native language. “So, did you have fun?” She asked, a little curious to hear about her little precious boy’s stay with Robby.
Anatoli smiled and launched into all what had transpired over the two days. Of course he left out some details, the ones belonging in the realm of boys only club. This was something a boy just didn’t talk to his mother about.
At one point he got an idea that could be the answer to his dilemma. He told his mother how Robby had really looked after his needs even washing his clothes several times so he wouldn’t run out of clean garments. He even told her about Robby coming into the bathroom while he was taking a shower so he could do the laundry. He explained how respectful the teen was about it because he knocked on the door and asked for permission to come in wanting to make sure he wasn’t standing there naked or anything. This would have been extremely embarrassing he had explained to her. Also, when Robby knocked first and asked for permission to enter, Anatoli had felt more grown up thinking it was so nice of the boy to always make him feel this way.
Robby never treated him like he was a little baby who couldn’t be trusted to do responsible things. The older boy would assign him tasks and let him do it without any criticism. He would show him how to do certain things and then leave him alone to complete the task.
She listened to her son and smiled warmly at his account of the last two days. She was proud how he had pitched in to help the teen with the chores. The older boy was much more responsible than his young fourteen years, and she felt fortunate her son had bonded so well with the older teen. Her precious son was now the happy boy he had always been before the move here to America.
She also thought over what her son had told her about the shower. Up until now she would always walk in on her little boy, but she knew he was growing up and not so little anymore, well that is to say not so little in some ways. Soon though, in the next year or so those things would change too when puberty set in and began changing his body. Some boys started sooner and some boys later, but he was getting to the age where she should really be a little more respectful. She knew certain things were embarrassing for a boy at this stage to discuss with their mothers, and also knew boys at this age needed some very private time undisturbed. She didn’t want him to be mortified if she walked in on one of those compromising moments.
She smiled at her son happy yet sad at the same time of the changes he would undergo in the next few years. It was time she really started making an effort to treat him a little more in a respectful manner; to treat him more grown up. Not too grown up mind you, but still little things like not walking in on him when he is taking a shower, making sure to knock before she entered his room, giving him more privacy and time alone, and also to try giving him more responsible chores around the house. She also felt it was time to give her son more unfettered freedom which would be a little easier around here without her having to worry about him getting into trouble with a whole slew of other boys.
“I called Robby last night and talked to him about the two of you.” She started up the conversation again and could see the expression on his face asking why Robby didn’t let him talk to her. Seeing the hurtful look cross his features she continued to explain. “You were already asleep and Robby said he would wake you up, but we both know once you are asleep it is difficult to wake you so I told him to let you sleep.” Anatoli nodded his head feeling better now since he knew it was because he was already asleep.
“Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about it as well.”
“About what?” He asked now a little curious.
When he had told her about Robby and how he had felt about being treated so grown up he had seen several emotions cross over his mother’s face. He hoped now he had done the right thing in telling her about it. He really had been a little nervous lately about getting caught in one of those weird moments when his boy penis was having a mind of its own. He listened as his mother continued.
“I see how close you two have become in only two days. I know you have very affectionate feelings for Robby, and I can tell he has the same feelings for you. Here in America such feelings are confused with the other types of feeling grown men have to each other. They do not understand or have the term for those feelings two boys have like we do. We know how in exceptional situations two boys can become ‘Other Brothers’ to one another.” She explained seeing Anatoli’s eyes widen with comprehension, and he seemed to brighten at her comments as understanding seemed to cross his features.
“Is this the feelings I have been getting for Robby?” He asked incredulously. “No wonder we have become so close together. Sometimes I feel like we are just one person. When I sit next to him I want to crawl inside of him and be so near to him.” Anatoli stated matter-of-factly saying more than he had intended, but feeling a lot better now.
“So did you explain it to him, does he understand?” He asked his mother.
“Yes I explained it to him as best I could. I think he understands in some ways. He is a very open boy for an American. They do not understand such things easily. He knows he adores you and treats you like a brother, yet also understands the two of you are much closer and a lot more than the way brothers are with one another. You must take care, Anatoli, and be patient with him. There are some things he still does not understand. No matter what happens he will always be there for you, understand?” She asked seeing her boy thinking on it for a moment before nodding. “The emotions he has are just too much for anything to ever come between the two of you no matter what happens. He is the best friend you will ever have in your life. He is family now, and we will treasure him, yes?”
“Yes, mother.” Anatoli smiled with pride as he reached up and hugged her.
This was the best news ever. It is not every day a boy finds their other boy half. When they grow up they will be lucky to find their soul mate and get married having children, but it is even rarer for a boy to find his boy soul mate. To find someone like this is very extraordinary, and it is something to cherish because they are closer to each other than most blood family members are to one another. The close feelings they have for one another are similar in the way a certain group of grown men have towards one another, but also completely different yet no less intense. It is a rare thing to find your ‘Other Brother’ so must always be cherished once found.
Anna smiled at her son pleased the news had made him happy. “Even though it is still early I think it is time we all get some sleep.” She told her son as she gave him a kiss on the forehead, then his closed eyes, his nose, and finally his lips.
Anatoli smiled and whispered, “Robby did this for me last night. The thunderstorm was very frightening and he kissed me all over just like you, and I was able to fall asleep.”
“I am happy he did this for you. Now sleep and tomorrow you can visit Robby again if he has time,” she told her son as he rolled onto his side and drifted off to sleep. She got up and looked out of the window towards the direction of the other ranch house.
She whispered, “Thank you Robby my ‘Other Son.’ Thank you for making my little Anatoli feel safe. Thank you for keeping him protected. Thank you for being the brother he never had and never will, thank you for being more.”
Anatoli woke up fairly early the next morning refreshed and ready to start the day. He had those strange dreams again of Robby, and this time not only was the older boy touching him again, but he had joined in and was sensually touching the older boy’s penis and nice heavy testicles in their fleshy skin. Anatoli sighed as he rolled out of bed and noticed how hard his own little bullet felt this morning.
He didn’t hear or see his mother as he opened the door and looked around. He padded over to the bathroom and closed the door hurrying to take his pee. He was very hard this morning and didn’t want to be seen like this by his mother. The small and humble cabin or ranch house only had two real bedrooms, with a sort of small storage room which couldn’t count as a bedroom, and one washroom which meant the restroom was shared among everyone in the household. The bathroom door also didn’t have a lock on it and Anatoli nervously tried to empty out his bladder so his stiff worm could deflate.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a knocking on the door and thought for sure he had been busted. There was no way he would be able to cover himself up in time because the stream of urine had already begun and he just couldn’t shut it off as it pumped forcefully out of his slightly under two and a half inch rigid stalk.
He heard the knocking again and then his mother’s voice on the other end of the door. “Is it alright if I come in?” He heard her ask.
He was a little shocked at first as he looked down at his stiffie being held in his delicate fingers and at the door where the voice on the other side asked for the first time ever in his entire life for permission to enter.
“Anatoli, sweetheart,” he heard his mom say.
“I, uh, please, um give me a moment. I am almost done.” He managed to stutter out. He felt a little awkward because this is the first time he had ever prevented his mother coming inside a room, and he hoped she wouldn’t think anything of it.
“Alright sweetheart. If you want me to take you over to Robby you may want to hurry and get ready. I have many errands to run in town and I’m sure Robby is already out working on the ranch somewhere.
Anatoli finally finished piddling and felt relieved his little stiff tool had deflated. Perhaps the combination of the frightful incident just now with his mother along with the fact his bladder was completely depleted had been the reason for his almost immediate deflation. He quickly tucked away his now flaccid fleshy floppy inside his pajama bottoms, flushed the toilet, and opened the door.
His mom was already dressed and had just turned around to leave. He was a little puzzled by what had just transpired, but he was glad because he would have been caught for sure in a very embarrassing moment.
“I didn’t think you would be up so early,” Anatoli said to his mother as she turned back around. She didn’t appear to be mad or flustered about him refusing her entry into the bathroom, which was puzzling to him again. He was completely naked except for his pajama bottoms, but this didn’t make him uncomfortable in the least since his other parts were covered.
“Yes, well we both went to bed early last night and I feel refreshed and ready to go. Besides, since we now have the car there are so many things I have to do before I go back to work in two days.”
“Oh, alright. How long can I stay over at Robby’s house?”
“I have to speak to Robby’s father, maybe all afternoon if they allow it. If not I will pick you up and finish what’s left of the chores later.”
Anatoli nodded and finished getting cleaned up and dressed. Since he was a boy it only took about ten minutes. He knew if the roles were reversed it would be another forty five minutes for his mom to be ready. Why is it women take so long to get ready he thought to himself while he brushed his teeth?
With his bag in hand he grabbed the slices of toast his mother had prepared along with some fruit, and they walked out the door. By the time they reached Robby’s house he had finished his breakfast. He also made sure he hadn’t made a mess in the car. He hadn’t spent a lot of time cleaning it so he could turn around and make a mess.
Mr. Stanton opened the door and was greeted by an eager little Anatoli as the boy ran up and gave him a big hug. Mr. Stanton laughed heartily picking the blond curly haired boy up in his strong arms and hugged the little guy back. That had been a pleasant surprise for him. The boy appeared to have adjusted quickly seemingly at ease around the place.
“Hey Robby is out in his usual spot he’s been working. He said you have permission to use the computer to check on any messages if you dropped by and before you head out.”
Anatoli smiled and gave him another hug before wriggling himself free and forcing his way past the man heading on back to Robby’s bedroom.
“Well, I guess he isn’t shy anymore is he?” Mr. Stanton stated more than asked of Anna.
Mrs. Markowsky smiled in greeting and shook her head. “He misses father. Also, I think Robby has made him feel as if family. You have wonderful boy.”
Mr. Stanton nodded his head, “can’t be easy for your boy either. Come in and let’s have a cup of coffee.” He motioned for Anna to follow him. “Hopefully your husband will be able to come to America soon. I’m sure he misses both of you.”
Anna agreed nodding her head. “Yes, both my boys be missing one another,” she stated referring to her husband as a big overgrown boy. “But I think Anatoli feels home here. Which I be needing to ask favor.” She saw Mr. Stanton nodding encouragingly.
“Now that I have car I can go do much needed errands. Normally I take Anatoli with me, but I think boy upset if not be here with Robby. Is alright stay? I am to be gone all day, but I bring dinner for all tonight, yes?”
“Sure, he can stay here as long as he wants. I’m sure Robby will enjoy the company. I love it when he has friends over and actually acts more like a kid. I wish he would play more and not work so hard, but this ranch is something he loves and it is in his blood. Not to work the range would destroy him. He is like his mother and tied to this land.”
She understood and reached over to Mr. Stanton squeezing his hand. “If this makes boy happy to be doing the working on mother’s land, then it be doing him good. But also it is being good you remind him to being a boy, to be doing boy activity, and to having fun as boy should be having.” She encouraged.
“With me gone so much sometimes it is hard for me to try making sure he has a balanced life. But I think overall he is doing fine. I think your boy is good for Robby and he is welcome here any time. You don’t even need to ask or think twice about letting him come over. When your uncle was alive he was so much a part of Robby’s life, and I want it to be the same for you and Anatoli with us.”
“Thank you. Also, Rose be doing phone call this morning, say something about a ten thousand dollar advance in pay. The money to being removed every pay over a two years time interest free. I wonder is this from you?”
Mr. Stanton sighed, “I hope you told Rose yes. Robby is the one who tipped me off how you might be having a difficult time with all the extra legal expenses and the move. I hope you don’t mind, but I had Rose check into it. I know moving here is an opportunity of a lifetime for you and your family, but it is also a big sacrifice. I am in a position to help with the transition if you are willing to accept. It isn’t free money, it is money you will earn eventually and pay back, and if it helps out to get some of it early so be it.”
“This is something which is difficult for me, but I must think of Anatoli and my husband so I say to Rose yes. We not accept charity, but since I pay back over time I think this will be alright. I cannot be passing the… how you say…um…yes, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. It is also nice not to have to pay interest. This will be much easier for us to be placing the feet on ground, as you say.”
“So what’s it looking like for your husband? Do you know when he can come over?”
“Yes, now with the extra money and help we are thinking maybe around Christmas time or New Year. We are praying and hoping in time for Anatoli’s birthday.”
They continued to talk for a little while longer until Anatoli came back out having finished on the computer.
“So, did you say hello to all of your friends back home?” Mr. Stanton asked.
“Yes, entire town watch video. Everyone email congratulation.”
“Good sounds like you’re the talk of the town,” Mr. Stanton said slapping the younger boy on the shoulder and ruffling his hair.
“So, I must leave now Anatoli. You behave, or I will be ‘boxing ears’ when I come get you, yes.” Mrs. Markowsky teased her son.
Anatoli smiled a little embarrassed and then begged his mom to come out and see the ATV and riding gear. His mom at first stated she really needed to go, but the boy insisted so she finally relented. She walked out to the barn and Anatoli eagerly started strapping on all of his safety gear. She picked up some of the items looking at them, and was impressed with the whole aspect of the safety issue and the protection the riding gear provided. She seemed a little more at ease about her son driving an ATV.
The boy then dragged her over towards Amber telling her proudly how he rode around on her just like a real life cowboy. She eyed the animal critically noting how much larger a horse looked in real life, but when she saw how passive the mare was towards Anatoli while the boy slowly brushed her like Robby had instructed him she felt a bit better about this as well. The boy gave Amber a final pat before walking back towards the ATV and his riding gear.
Finally all suited up Anatoli pushed the ATV out of the barn so it wouldn’t startle Amber, hopped onto the vehicle, and started up the engine. She told her little treasure to be careful and to drive directly out to Robby without taking any detours. He promised letting her give him a quick kiss good bye before he pulled on his helmet. He released the brake and zoomed down the path towards Robby. Anna watched her son disappear down the trail before saying her goodbyes to Mr. Stanton once again thanking him for everything.
Robby was working hard and sweat was dripping off his face when he heard the familiar sound of an ATV off in the distance heading towards him. Anatoli must have made it to the house and was making his way over to where he was working. The thought of having the younger boy around made him happy. He had already grown attached to the little spitfire and really felt at ease with him around.
Robby took a break and reached into the cooler fishing out a bottle of water savoring the cool liquid as it flowed down his throat. He took a couple of more sips before setting down the bottle of water and surveying his work. He nodded his head in approval because a lot had been accomplished over the last few days.
He could see the younger boy now speeding his way over to him and watched as Anatoli stopped his ATV next to his larger one stepping off while peeling away his riding gear. The young boy ran over to Robby and leaped into his arms wrapping his legs around the older boy’s waist snuggling close not even caring about the teen being soaked in sweat.
Robby was caught off guard yet again by the open display of affection from the younger boy as he was forced to hang on to the little tyke or be toppled over. He wrapped his arms around Anatoli feeling the younger boy’s legs squeezing around his waist forcing him to hold on tightly.
“What’s this?” Robby asked laughing out loud.
“I miss you,” replied Anatoli.
“What already, it’s only been like what eight hours.”
“Still, miss you,” the younger boy stated as he squished his body even tighter against the sweaty teen.
Robby held him in his arms and buried his nose in those curly blond locks. He breathed in Anatoli and felt the excitement course through his body almost as if he was breathing in life itself. His heart swelled with the love he felt for the younger boy.
“I missed you too bro,” I admitted.
“I love you…‘Other Brother,’ very much.” I heard Anatoli emphasizing quietly using the same term his mother had done yesterday as I began to realize the subtle importance of this expression.
“I luv you more…‘little Other Brother,’ so very…very much.” I replied back as we remained like this all cuddled together for a while longer enjoying each other’s embrace before Anatoli leaned back shaking his head and scrunching his face.
“No ‘little Other Brother,’ simply ‘Other Brother,’ Robby. ‘Other Brother’ equal. It is being rare the finding of ‘Other Brother,’ it is being gift for you and gift for me…so must be…um…treasured…yes.” He explained with me blushing not intending to have insulted the boy.
“Sorry Anatoli…I didn’t mean anything by it…just trying to understand it more…you know…wrap my mind around it.” I tried to clarify, the younger boy chuckling and shaking his head.
“No wrap mind around,” he giggled poking his finger on my forehead for emphasis. “Only wrap heart around…then all clear, yes.” He explained placing the palm of his hand affectionately across my chest.
Nodding my head I exhaled softy and smiled fondly at the boy because he was simply adorably sweet and indeed a treasure. “Yes…I feel it.” I admitted my response pleasing the boy as he once more hugged me.
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End of Chapter Six
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