Brad

Brad showed me the way to his house. He called his mother on his cell phone that I was bringing him home.

"Why don't you have a car?"

"I have to get a job first. I can't afford one. Maybe when I go to college, if I go."

"Where ado you want to go?"

"Don't know. I got a flyer the other day from the University of Hawaii at Manoa they want me to study geology."

"That's cool."

We were chatting again like the old friends we were. It was indescribably fantastic having him sitting next to me talking. We talked nonstop all the way to his house just off Webb Gin House Road and Scenic Highway. We got there. His father was out making pastoral visits. His mother was cooking dinner. Brad was from a large family, he had 3 brothers and 2 sisters. He was the second oldest at 17. His older brother was 20 and was at UNC Chapel Hill. Then there was a gap. His younger siblings ranged in age from 4-12. I had never been to Brad's house before, nor had I met any of his family. He definitely had to be their blood relative. The resemblance between him and his brothers was uncanny. I don't have any brothers and my sister and I look nothing alike, so I never had that problem. Apparently, Brad didn't have many friends from school come over. Their house was incredibly busy with all them, plus there were kids from the neighborhood in and out. Brad and I went to his room. Being substantially older than the others, he had his own space- but he had his older brother shared this room before he left for college. His other two brothers, 8 and 10 years old, shared a room, and his two sisters 4 and 6 years old shared a room. The sisters, Lynda and Elizabeth were spoiled brats, but then sisters often are. His brothers seemed pretty cool though, Colby and Russell. So, the Morgan clan consisted of his parents, George and Agnes, and the kids: Nate, Brad, Colby, Russell, Lynda, and Elizabeth. That would take some getting used to. They weren't the most outrageously beautiful family, but not bad. His house seemed perfectly normal, painted drywall, carpet, family photos on the wall, recliners, a TV, etc. It was quite large, but then it had to be.

His mom yelled up the stairs, "Andrew is staying for dinner, right?"

I hesitated.

"Yeah! He'll be here if that's alright."

"That's fine." She replied.

"So, what do you want to do?" Brad asked.

"There are entirely too many people in this house."

He got up, walked across the room, and locked the door. He looked coyly at me over his shoulder. Other than the afternoon in the parking lot, and the chem lab incident, we'd never done anything overtly sexual. He was hungry for more. I was more than willing to give it, but kept glancing at the door.

"What if someone..."

He put his hand over my mouth and looked straight into my eyes.

"Shhh. It'll be just fine."

"What'll your mother think?"

"Shut-up and sit down." He said with a definite twinkle in his eye.

I complied. Brad obviously had something in mind. Not being one to think on my feet, I sat, not on the bed, but in the chair for his desk. I stared up at him both in anticipation and also with lust in all its majesty. He dropped to his knees. Oooh. This was going to be good. He nestled his body in between my legs. I didn't expect what came next. He leaned in and put his head in my lap and just stayed there. I sort of patted the top of his head, both relieved and disappointed that he didn't do what I thought he would. He moved his head to my stomach and sighed. He finally had me all to himself. His little plan, as warped as it may have been, had worked. He wrapped his arms around my midriff and pressed the side of his head into my abdomen. I just sat there, looking down at the top of his head wondering what was going on in his brain. He looked so peaceful kneeling before me. I could sense the love he had for me flowing through him. I think I felt the same for him, but not nearly as strong.

"Relax." He said into my shirt.

"Huh?"

"You're tense. Your stomach is like a sidewalk."

I didn't say anything. He kept rubbing his face on my shirt like a cat rubbing on my ankle. I put my hand on his neck and he looked up at me. His face lifted and moved toward mine. He got up as his lips drew near to mine. I knew what was coming. He put his hands on the sides of my face and guided me toward him. Our lips met and I could feel his tongue begging for entrance and I didn't stand in his way. I felt his hands on my back as we got more and more into it. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face, the stubble of his chin rubbing mine. The rhythmic pull of his lips against mine and the rub of his hands against my shoulders were electrifying. He broke our moment and grasped my hand. Rising from the chair, he led me over to the bed. I sat on the edge.

"Are you ready?" He asked seductively.

"Are we going to get caught?"

"No. They're all downstairs. We'll get called when dinner's ready."

"Oh."

I smiled, reached forward, grasped the top of his zipper, and pulled it down. I reached my hand into the opening and pulled forth his semi-erect cock. All the pain and anguish of the last week melted away when I saw the head slip into my fingers. I rubbed it up and down with palm of my hand, feeling the blood rushing into it and my own head. I glanced over at the closed door, it was locked. He looked down at me with a grin wide enough it should have hurt. I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his now rock solid cock into my mouth and started moving my tongue around it. I could slowly feel his body moving towards and away from me matching my lips stroke for stroke as it moved in and out, in and out. I stopped and let it slide effortlessly out of my mouth. Standing up, I grabbed his shirt tail and whisked it up. He lifted he arms and let the shirt come off. His thin chest and flat stomach beckoned. I sucked on his nipples, one at a time feeling them get hard to the touch of my tongue brushing over them. He pushed me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, bent down and kissed me on the forehead. He moved his body forward until his cock was over my awaiting mouth. He released his legs and unceremoniously rammed his cock into my mouth lowering the weight of his body onto my head. The cock went all the way to the back of my throat. Realizing his mistake, he pulled out.

"Sorry."

"That's okay."

I raised my head and resumed sucking his sweet cock. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. He was picking up speed. I grabbed his ass with my hands and rubbed him all over. Then I spanked him. Not hard, just a little tap. He stopped.

"Do that again."

I did... again and again. Harder and harder, the sharp smacking sound popped in my ears. That felt great...I could feel his ass get hotter as the blood flowed into it.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Brad asked as we silently but quickly reassembled ourselves in case the door had to be opened.

"It's me, dufus."

"What do you want Colby?"

"Mom wants to know if Andrew is vegetarian."

We both rolled our eyes.

"No." I called out. "I'll eat whatever doesn't try to eat me first."

There was a moment of silence before, "Okay." We heard 10 year old footsteps receding to the top of the stairs, then going down. I leaned back on the bed as Brad sat next to me.

"So, where were we?"

I slid my hand under his ass and started groping. He stood up to allow me better access. I leaned over and smelled his ass through the fabric. Asses were alluring to me in porn, but the reality is often far from what I had imagined. But, there it was, staring me in the face. I reached around and unbuttoned his pants again. I slid them down revealing his well rounded ass beneath his gray cotton boxers. I smelled the warm muskiness of it. I reached out and grasped it with both hands, spreading apart the sides and revealing his little cherry, way down at the bottom. I pushed his shirt tail up and started licking his lower back, he flinched.

"That tickles."

I did it again and he giggled just slightly but didn't pull away. He turned around revealing his rock hard cock to me. All thoughts of ass play vanished. I sucked it in. I could feel his body moving with my up and down strokes. My hands went to his ass and started massaging it as my mouth did wonders to his young penis. I felt his hands on the back of my head, guiding me in and out, in and out. I could feel he was getting closer. I pulled off and laid back on the bed. He knew instinctively. His hand pulled the zipper of my jeans, his hand went fishing in my boxers and pull my cock out. He pulled up and zipped his own pants to keep me from getting to him, he climbed on top of me and started sucking. I reached up and got his cock back out. He moved to the side, brushing the side of my face with his knee. He wasn't letting me get him that easily. I spread my legs and pinned his face between them, shoving his nose into the very bottom of my ass. He started to struggle a little, but his ears had him stuck. My cock was still in his mouth so his speech was muffled and I could feel his teeth on the sides of my cock. I released him. He was startled and didn't move for a second. I seized the moment, leapt across the bed and hungrily shoved his cock back in my mouth. He looked slightly amused that I was that eager to have him in me so he remained still and let me go back to work on him. I could feel him getting close again. He pulled out. I laid back down he climbed on top and me and started sucking my own piece of meat, his tangling over my face. I couldn't resist. I started sucking it some more. I could feel it coming. I was getting close too. He went first. I felt the warm salty, slick goo shooting into my mouth. I tried not to swallow, but couldn't stop it. I could feel the slight burn as it went down my throat. I returned the favor and started unloading in his hot, wet mouth. He swallowed it all. He laid down on me, my face looking up from between his legs, both our breathing labored from the intensity of the moment.

"Thanks." He breathed. "I'd been waiting for that."

"Me too."

He rolled over and lain next to me for a moment.

"I guess we should go downstairs to the others."'

"I guess so." I would have laid next to him all night it he'd let me.

We went downstairs. His dad had come home and everyone else had already gathered. It looked like a modern day episode of The Waltons.

"Everybody," His mother got their attention, "His is Andrew, he's a friend of Brad's" She called everyone's names including a kid named Danny, who was a friend of Russell's whose parents were out of town. Apparently he was a regular at this dinner table.

"So, Andrew?" His dad started.

"Drew, please." I had trouble looking him in the eye at first, considering what I had just done to his son.

"Drew, how long have you known Brad?"

"We've known each other since the 7th grade."

"He's my lab partner in Chemistry." Brad was trying to be helpful.

"Really, how come you've never mentioned him before?" his mother asked.

"I don't know."

"I'm sure Brad's got a lot of secrets," I said slyly, unable so suppress a grin.

At least Colby and Russell were amused. His parents looked startled at that thought.

"So, who else have you been hiding from us?" His dad asked playfully, poking Brad's arm.

He smiled sheepishly, "No body."

"Don't let him fool you. Brad's got plenty of friends."

"I'll bet" Colby chimed in.

"How you do think he got elected SGA treasurer for next year?" I asked.

"That's wonderful," his mother gushed.

The dinner had been pleasant, the entire family was curious about me and why they'd never heard of me until today. Afterwards, the family dispersed. Brad went with his dad to do something and I wound up in the kitchen with Agnes.

We talked for a few minutes when she said, "I'm glad Brad has a friend as nice as you."

"I wasn't kidding when I said Brad had plenty of friends."

"I know, but he's always been a quiet child. I remember Brad used to bring friends home from school. When I'd go to check on them, Nate would be playing with Brad's friends while Brad was up in their room reading. So, I just worry about him."

I really didn't know what to say.

"He's fine."

She didn't respond. She just kept loading the dishwasher.

"Do you look out for him?"

"I guess so. Brad does all right for himself."

She didn't seem convinced. Something was bothering her. I don't know if she couldn't decide what it was or couldn't bring herself to ask, I don't know. Maybe since this was the first time we'd met, she didn't feel comfortable asking, I'm not sure; but, something was on her mind.

After a little more chit chat, I excused myself. Went out to the tool shed to say bye to Brad, then left.