Brothers - A fantasy
Chapter 1
Originally penned in 2002, Re-written 2011
By and © Lee Mariner
This is a fictional story depicting homosexual activities. If you are not of legal age in your locality to read this story or should you not approve of such material, please leave.
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February in Kentucky can be miserably cold; sometimes snowy and sometimes rainy, but as I stood beside my brother Matt's casket in the Lawrence Family Cemetery - it was both. The irony was that Matt, Gramps, and I had been standing together in the same place just the year before when we buried our parents who had died in a skiing accident in Switzerland. Now I was burying Matt who had died in a freak riding accident on our grandfather's farm.
The mixed snow and rain beating down on Gramps and me was uncomfortable, but it didn't stop me from remembering the past.
Except for being the kids of an army officer, Matt and I had grown up like most brothers; and all of the memories of our growing up flooded into my head. Life really didn't seem a hell of a lot worth living without him.
Gramps put his arm around my shoulders hugging me gently to him, as he said, "Let's go, Luke, before we catch our death. This mess is not letting up, and even dressed warmly and with an umbrella we're getting soaked."
"You go ahead and get in the car, Gramps," I said quietly, reluctantly. "I'll be along in a minute."
Without saying anything else, Gramps handed me the umbrella and turned, carefully picking his way back through the grave markers to the car. I knew that it was as hard for Gramps as it was for me, but I couldn't bring myself to leave Matt, at least not just yet. I had lost my brother, my best friend and my lover. We weren't only brothers; Matt and I were gay brothers and gay lovers. In retrospect, it could have been said and was probably right that we were gay at inception and over the years as we grew into man-hood we learned the joys and thrills of what really loving a brother meant. It was the inexplicable merging of two souls, the mingling of feelings and thoughts and the forging of a deep insoluble bond that most straight brothers would never really experience.
***
Matt and I were born twenty-two months apart, me in Mannheim, Germany, where Dad was stationed at the time and Matt in Fort Dix, New Jersey. Mom used to tell me stories about how I wanted to hold Matt all of the time even though I was still learning how to walk and stand by myself, let alone holding an eight pound bundle of joy in my stubby arms. She told everyone that, wherever Matt was, you could be sure I was not very far away. I guess some people would say that was unusual, but Matt was my brother, and I loved him. In some people's minds we were probably closer than most brothers normally are, but as we grew older we began to learn why the way we felt about each other was so different from that of other boys and brothers our ages.
We lived at Fort Dix until I was five years old and Matt was three. While we were there, Dad received orders assigning him to a foreign embassy, and they decided that Mom, Matt, and I would stay behind on Gramps's farm rather than relocating the family overseas. It was on Gramps's farm that Matt and I learned many of the things that growing young boys learn about themselves, and where we learned why we were so much alike.
Gramps' farm was approximately five hundred acres of woodlands, grazing pasture and tillable land. He raised tobacco under an allotment allowed by the Federal Agriculture Department along with corn fodder, hay, rye, and winter wheat. He had a few milk cows and beef cattle, but his first love was his herd of quarter horses. Gramps lived and breathed quarter horses, and he was a nationally recognized expert in their breeding.
The house was not a big plantation style home; it was an average three-bedroom house with living room, two bathrooms, and a large eat-in kitchen. There was a no longer used outhouse that stood in a grove of wisteria bushes and oak trees several feet from the house, which, for reasons of nostalgia, Gramps had never dismantled when the house was remodeled, and bathrooms were installed. He kept the small building in good repair, and had filled the hole for safety and sanitary reasons. Eventually after almost constant haranguing by our Mom, he nailed the door shut to avoid any possible misunderstanding by anyone not aware of its history or the possibility of accidents.
Most of Mom and Dad's furnishings, with the exception of a few of the more personal items, were placed in storage when it was decided that we would not be accompanying Dad on his new assignment. When we moved in, Mom and Gramps exchanged bedrooms as his was a little larger and had a private bath. The other two bedrooms shared a bathroom located at the end of a short hallway at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.
Matt slept in his crib in Mom's room, and I was supposed to sleep in my own room that was across the upstairs hall from Gramps' bedroom. The reasoning was that I was a 'big boy' and wouldn't need her as much as Matt would. Mom later told me I put up such a fuss that she let me sleep with Matt until slowly, with Gramps' help, they got me to sleeping alone in what would eventually be our room. I remember vividly the first night that Matt and I slept together in our room. I was eight years old, and he was six. After Mom left I crept into Matt's bed and we slept holding each other. When Mom came to awaken us, she found us that way, but she didn't fuss about it as much as she had previously. I believe that, deep in her heart, she knew or at least suspected the reasons and determined that it was useless to try separating us.
***
It's funny how we remember things about our lives, as we grow older. With the rain beating steadily down on the umbrella, memories of Matt and the things we had done together kept running though my head like pictures in a kaleidoscope. Mental pictures of our life together, the countries we had been to, the people we had met, and the many things we had done in the privacy of our own world flashed through my head as the rain/snow mix intensified. I was lost in the reverie of days past, when I heard Gramps calling me.
"Luke, Luke, come on, Son, get in out of this mess or you're liable to catch pneumonia," he called in a worried tone. "You can always come back later."
I was soaked to the skin, but as much as I didn't want to leave, I knew Gramps was right. Brushing my hand over the wet surface of Matt's dark mahogany casket, it felt as though my heart would break, and tears cascaded from my eyes down over my cheeks. I forced myself to turn and walk away. Before getting in the car with Gramps, I looked back at Matt's lonely casket resting on the lowering apparatus over the black maw of the empty grave.
***
For the first time, I noticed the two men clad in black rain slickers and rubber boots leaning on long handled shovels and waiting to complete Matt's burial. The surreal finality of the scene was almost overwhelming, and my throat felt constricted by a huge lump as the tears would not stop and I could hardly breathe. When I got into the car, Gramps pulled me to him, and, as he threw a lap robe over both of us, he leaned forward and said something to Lester, a long time friend of the family who was driving the car.
The car lurched forward as Lester pulled away from the cemetery. The crunch of the car's tires on the gravel roadway ripped though my brain as I sobbed uncontrollably, my aching chest heaving. "He's gone, Gramps, Matt's gone," I wailed loudly, burying my face into the wet fabric of his coat.
"No, no, Luke!" Gramps exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me and holding me to him. "Matt's not gone, Son, he is with your Mom and Dad and your Grandmother watching over us. Matt is with them now, and he, like they, will always be with us in our hearts. Someday, God willing, we will all be together again."
***
Driving the narrow twisting back road was tricky under good conditions, but in bad weather it could be close to impossible. My great-great grandfather had set aside the small hilltop cemetery for the family, back in the days when most families had their own burying places. The road was an old former cattle path that he had rough graded, using working quarter horses. The county eventually took over the maintenance of the road, but left it as a secondary gravel road that, for the most part, followed the original boundaries of the old homestead, connecting highways US25 and US36. The roadway appeared on state maps as a black line with no designation. The name "Corinth Road" was on a sign at the entrance off of US25. It wasn't intended to be a high volume roadway, just an access road for the few families that lived on it, and the only access to our family cemetery.
I didn't feel the bumps from the mud holes as Lester, from long years of experience, skillfully negotiated the roadway. The only sound I heard, other than the beating of my heart, was the sound of the rain beating on the car roof and the hard crunching of tires on gravel taking me away from Matt.
When we reached the house, I heard Gramps thanking Lester for his time and asking him if he wanted to join us inside for hot coffee. When Lester politely declined, we rushed inside out of the worsening weather.
"It's going to snow for sure tonight, Luke," Gramps said, as he removed my soaked Mackintosh jacket. "You get on upstairs and, after you get out of those wet clothes, dry off real good and get into bed. I'm going to make us some of your grandmother's herb tea instead of coffee, and I'll bring you a mug as soon as it's ready."
"Yes, Sir," was all I remember saying as I stumbled up the stairs to what had been our room. I don't remember removing my clothes and sitting on the bed naked looking at the empty bed on the other side of the room - Matt's bed. Out of respect for our grandfather, we had two beds in the room, but I always suspected that Gramps knew that we had slept together for almost all of our lives.
Gramps entered the room carrying two steaming mugs of herb tea instead of the coffee he had offered Lester. I didn't realize he had set the mugs on the bedside table and was standing beside me until he gently shook my shoulder, rousing me from the deep fog of anguish and melancholy that was gripping me.
"Luke, Boy, get a grip on yourself," he said softly, gruffly but gently squeezing my shoulders with his rough hands. "Stand up so I can finish drying you off, or you'll catch your death sitting around naked and still wet."
Subconsciously, doing as I was told, I stood shivering; and, as he had done so many times when I was a small boy, he dried me with an oversized towel. Thoughts of Matt deadened any feelings that were inside of me; and I stood listless, while Gramps vigorously dried and massaged my shivering body, gently inserting the towel between my legs to dry my cock and balls. I was still naked, but he had me get into bed under the thick warm coverlets that my grandmother had made.
Placing the beds pillows behind my head, he tucked the patchwork quilts around my hips and under my arms before draping a huge fluffy towel around my naked shoulders. "Now then," he said firmly but softly, as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Drink this, and it'll warm your innards in no time."
I sipped on the hot herb tea, and from the instantaneous warmth spreading through my 'innards', I knew that he had added more than a dram or two of his favorite Cream of Kentucky whiskey or rather what he referred to as his snake bite medicine. He sat on the side of the bed looking over the rim of his mug at me with compassionate, yet worried, eyes.
"Luke, Boy," he said softly, patting my quilt-covered thigh as he spoke. "It was hard losing your mom and dad sudden like, and it's going to be hard losing Matt. You boys have meant the world to me, almost as if you were my own. I loved Matt and I know how much you loved him. It's not easy to take, Luke, but now it's just you and me, and life must go on."
Except for the wind and rain ripping at the bedroom windows, the room fell silent. Gramps sat with his head bowed, his hand resting on my thigh. I knew he was trying to comfort me, and at the same time himself. I knew he was right, the three of us had grown close to each other, and the loss of Matt was not going to be easy.
Placing my hand over his, I whispered, "I know, Gramps, but it feels like something was ripped out of me when Matt died. He was alone after his horse threw him. I wasn't with him when I should have been. He asked me to go riding, but no, I couldn't be bothered; I wanted to finish watching that stupid video, "Gone With the Wind," for the umpteenth time. I should have been with him, Gramps; I should have been with him."
"Maybe, Boy, but God decides those things, and we have no way of knowing why or what His reasons are. Blaming yourself does no good, Son, and you can't keep tearing yourself apart over Matt's accident. When the horse stumbled and threw Matt to the ground, breaking his neck, the doctor said he didn't suffer, and we should be thankful for that. His dying was God's will, and it was a blessing that he didn't suffer. We have to accept it, and go on living," he said in a soft conciliatory tone, extending his hand containing a vial of pills as he continued speaking. "I probably should have thrown these out after your mother died, and I don't know why I didn't. It's one of those pills she was taking to help her sleep. I never did understand why she needed them until now. They were in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. It should help you sleep."
I took one of the pills, swallowing it down with the last of the lukewarm herb tea, and, still naked, slid down under the covers. Gramps tucked me in again like he did when Matt and I were little boys, and he stroked my hair as I closed my eyes.
The feeling of his hand stroking my hair and of hearing him pray, "Dear God, keep him safe," lingered in my subconscious as I slipped into a deep warm sleep.
***
Our Dad was transferred back from Germany at about the same time as school vacation time was starting when Matt was eleven and I was thirteen. Dad was being assigned to duty as the Transportation Officer in Fort Eustis, Virginia, and while Mom and Dad were setting up another residence in the officers' housing area on the new post, we would be living in a motel outside of the base waiting for the furniture to arrive.
When Mom started packing our clothes Gramps, knowing that we didn't want to leave the farm to live in a motel, interceded on our behalf. He told Mom and Dad that if they wanted to live in a motel it was fine with him, but he wouldn't hear of them dragging us to Virginia to live in a motel while we were doing fine on the farm. He told them that it was summer time and two growing, rambunctious young boys didn't need to be cooped up in a motel.
Matt and I were tickled pink when they agreed with Gramps and left us on the farm with him for the summer. There was the usual laying down of the law and all that kind of stuff, but they knew as well as we did that Gramps would for the most part let us do pretty much what we wanted. The one thing that Mom insisted on was no sleeping together, proclaiming that we were just too old to be sleeping together as we did when we were younger. She must have known that her instructions were falling on deaf ears, but she had said it, and she knew that was the most she could do.
Matt and I didn't understand what the harm was since it felt natural to us. Even though we were in the pre-pubescent period, and we knew there were physical changes happening in our bodies that we didn't understand, but we still liked sleeping together. Every now and then we would wake up and my penis would be so hard it would hurt until after I had managed to pee. Matt would look at it and ask me why it was hard and his wasn't. I didn't know what to tell him since I wasn't sure myself.
Without our knowing anything about puberty, the onset of it was making strange feelings happen inside of me. Hair had started growing where none had been before, and since we were naked together most of the time when we were alone there was no hiding it from Matt.
"Luke," he exclaimed when we were showering. "You got hair growing on you, but I don't have any, and your peepee looks like it is getting bigger then mine," he cried out in a disappointed tone of voice, pointing at my crotch and then looking at his.
Physically, we both were still pretty much the same size, and probably because I was two years older, my penis had grown a little thicker than his. What little hair that had started to grow around the base of mine made it look even bigger.
"I don't know why, Mattie; let's ask Gramps, he might know."
After we washed up and dressed, we rushed pell-mell down the stairs into the kitchen. Gramps had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, and biscuits on the table with tall glasses of cold milk. After a perfunctory "good morning, Gramps" we dove right in.
Gramps grinned at the robust vigor with which we stuffed ourselves, and as he was pouring his coffee, he said, "You boys had better start learning to eat slower, or you're going to choke on your food."
Matt, with a mouthful of eggs, ignored Gramps admonition and, in his usual uninhibited way, blurted out, "Gramps, when Luke woke up this morning, his peepee was real stiff, and he's got hair starting to grow around it and under his arms."
Gramps holding his coffee with one hand almost dropped the skillet he was placing back on the stove when he heard Matt. He hesitated for a moment before turning and looking at both of us with a surprised expression. I felt the heat of the blood rushing to my face, and I lowered my head looking at the uneaten food still on my plate and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. For a few minutes the kitchen was dead silent except for the sound of my heart beating furiously in my ears.
"Oh, my Lord, where is your father when he's needed?" Gramps said in a mournful tone, shaking his head gently. Sighing softly, he said, "Hasn't your father explained anything to you about certain changes that will happen in your bodies as you grow older, or the way certain feelings will affect you?"
"No, Sir," I answered, looking at Matt and then back at Gramps asking, "Why would he have to?"
"Why would he?" Gramps exclaimed softly, as he sat down with us after placing the skillet on the stove. "Why would he indeed, Luke. You and Matt are growing like weeds, and I would have thought that he had explained the reasons for certain physical changes and inner feelings that will be, from time to time, occurring in you and Matt."
"You mean stuff like Luke's peepee getting stiff and hard, and him growing hair down there, Gramps?" Matt blurted out before I could say anything.
"Yes, Matt, that's what I mean," Gramps answered, smiling softly at Matt's innocence, and then looking at me, "How long have you been having these feelings, Luke?"
"Not very long Gramps, only a few times," I replied lowering my eyes as I spoke. "My peepee goes soft after I pee, but it's getting to be hard and stiff almost every morning when I wake up."
"And it will probably happen almost every morning as you grow older," Gramps mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he spoke. "There are changes that will naturally occur in a boy's body as he grows older. These natural changes mean that he is becoming a young man and will eventually become a man. In addition, hair will grow where there was none before, and that is natural. Some men but not all men will grow hair on their chests. Many men will grow more hair in their armpits, on their legs, forearms and around the base of their penis and in the crotch. It is a very gradual almost imperceptible process that for the most part goes un-noticed. It takes time but it will happen to both of you the same way it does to all boys, and you can't stop it," he said, stopping to inhale and take a drink of his coffee before going on.
"Right now, Matt, Luke's body is adjusting because of a physical process that is called puberty. That means he is changing inside, and certain things that he didn't see or feel when he was younger will become more obvious. It is nothing that you should be concerned about, both of you will change in time. Luke is just a little earlier than you since he is older. Waking up with your penis hard is natural. Sometimes it is because of a full bladder, and you need to pee. At other times it will be from other feelings that will take more time to explain than we have now," he said. He inhaled deeply and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling exhaled softly as he continued speaking, "I tell you what, I'll get a book from the library that will explain why you feel the way you have been, and we will go over it together, okay."
"When, Gramps?" Matt exclaimed excitedly, glancing at me. "When?"
"As soon as I get time to go into town, Matt. Right now there is too much work to be done to be running off for a book," Gramps answered, slightly perturbed at Matt's insistence.
I sort of understood a little of what Gramps was saying since I had been having some strange tingling feelings in my groin, and my cock would start to get hard. It scared me at first, but after awhile it felt good, and I liked the feelings even though I didn't know what caused them. I was going to tell Matt about it and ask him if he felt the same way but decided not to say anything to him since he was such a blabbermouth.
While I was thinking about what Gramps had said, I almost choked when Matt blurted out, "Do you get those kinds of feelings Gramps?"
"No, Matt, not for a long time now," Gramps answered chuckling and grinning at Matt's boyish innocence and unbridled curiosity. "You boys finish your breakfast. Lester is coming over and we will be working in the south pasture clearing rock. Clean the kitchen, make your beds and, then you might see if there are any eggs to be collected. Be careful though, it's going to be hot and you don't need to be out in the heat and getting sunburned like you have before. Your mother ran right up my backside the last time you did, and I haven't heard the end of it yet."
"Yes, Sir, we won't," we answered, glancing at each other and blushing as we remembered the time in mid August when we had gone skinny dipping in the hot sun.
***
We stood on the porch watching as Lester led Jack and Jill into the barnyard. The two dark brown almost black mules stood quietly as he and Gramps hooked them to the rock sleds they would be pulling. The heavy harness chains and traces sounded like little bells, and for a long time after they were out of sight we could hear the tinkling sound.
"Luke," Matt said suddenly, "I found some nests where chickens have been laying eggs in the hay loft, and there might be some more that I didn't find. We can get those eggs for Gramps."
"Okay but we gotta put on a shirt first. Remember what gramps said about getting sunburned."
"We don't need shirts, Lukie," he exclaimed in defiance of Gramps instructions. "We're going to be in the barn."
Matt was younger, and he had a wild streak where I was inclined to be a little more cautious. He bolted from the kitchen, the screen door slamming behind him, and I followed. Matt was a little smaller, but the development of his body was showing. His muscles rippled under his smooth unblemished skin as he pumped his arms, running and hollering, "Bet I beat'cha."
His exuberance was infectious, and I followed straining to catch up with him, but he was already in the loft when I caught up with him. I dropped down in the hay beside him breathing heavily from the exertion of running and climbing the ladder.
"You never could run faster than I could, Lukie." Matt boasted, his eyes glistening with excitement.
"That's because you start running before I do, Mattie," I gasped, leaning back on my legs to help my breathing.
"Not always, I don't," he giggled, standing in front of me with his legs spread apart, his arms akimbo. "Lukie, I wanna see you make a muscle. Gramps said our muscles would get bigger, and I wanna see if yours are getting bigger."
"Okay, okay. Give me a minute will ya?" I exclaimed still gasping.
After a minute or two, my breathing slowed to near normal, and I flexed my arm at the elbow pumping a couple of times. A small but still impressively hard bicep muscle appeared as Matt watched intently, his eyes shining.
"Let me feel it, Luke," Matt said excitedly, moving closer and wrapping his fingers around my muscle and squeezing while he suddenly pulled one of the few hairs that were in my armpit with his free hand.
"Ouch, Matt, that hurt." I exclaimed explosively, jerking my arm downward and glaring at him.
"Bet'cha it would hurt more if I pulled one of them long ones that's growing around your, what did gramps call it, penis?" Matt said, snickering evilly as he reached for my crotch.
"You will not, Matt; I know that would hurt," I replied, covering my crotch with both hands and fending him off. "There aren't many of them, so you can just stop it."
"I'll bet you have just as many down there as there are in your armpits," Matt persisted excitedly as he rubbed one hand over his armpit. "I can't wait until I get some. What do they feel like, Luke?"
"Just like your regular hair, maybe a little softer." I replied, relaxing a little but still wary of his intentions.
I knew that once Mattie had his mind set on something, he usually persisted until he had what he wanted, and very often it was me that suffered from his persistence.
"Let me feel, Lukie; please, let me feel them," he pleaded, running his hands over his chest and stomach as he knelt in front of me. "I promise I won't pull any of them, Lukie, I just want to see what they feel like."
"No, Matt," I said, grinning and enjoying teasing him. "I told you they feel almost like my other hair, and you know what that feels like."
"Yeah, I know that, but I don't want to feel that hair," he whined, scooting closer. "Please, Lukie, please. I won't pull on them; I promise. I just want to feel what its like having hair down there."
Matt was kneeling in the hay in front of me, his eyes pleading with me.
"Okay, but if you pull on them, I'll knock your block off."
"I won't, Lukie, I promise," he said, scooting closer on his knees, with his hands poised, his eyes gleaming. "Don't just undo the buttons; take your shorts and your underwear all the way off so I can get a good look."
I didn't know why, but I was excited at showing off for Matt, and he seemed to be as excited as I was. I knew we were alone but, I still felt nervous, and my fingers trembled slightly as I unbuttoned my shorts. A feeling of pride swelled inside of me as I dropped my shorts and jockeys. Matt leaned forward to get a closer look and he placed one hand on my thigh just above the knee. I flinched for a moment, suspicious of what he might do until I looked down and saw how intently he was looking at the hair around my uncut flaccid penis hanging down over my small balls. A subtle feeling of excitement in my groin made me shiver with anticipation of the touch of his fingers.
When Matt touched the hairs around my cock and wiggled his fingers, I sucked air between my teeth inhaling deeply and involuntarily thrusting my hips forward. A warm tingling feeling ran through me, and I felt my penis swelling.
"Luke, they're real soft and silky," Matt whispered almost reverently as he scratched around the base of my cock. "I guess since we are brothers, mine will feel the same way as yours," he said, glancing up at me and intensifying the scratching movement of his fingers. "Lukie, your penis is starting to get bigger; is that because of me scratching your hairs?"
"I don't know, but it feels good when you touch me down there, and wiggle your fingers like you're doing. It causes tingling feelings to spread all over me," I answered, trying with little success to control the feelings growing inside of me.
"I like feeling you, Lukie," Matt said dreamily as he smoothed the hairs with his fingers. "Do you like it when I touch you?"
"Of course I do, Mattie; but I don't know why except that it feels good all over, especially down there."
Matt kept on wiggling his fingers in my hair, and my penis was getting harder from the feelings he was causing. Suddenly he wrapped his hand around it and skinned the foreskin back revealing the brilliant red, blood-engorged head. The feeling was so intense that I drew my hips back exclaiming, "Don't do that, Mattie."
"It doesn't hurt does it, Luke?" Matt said anxiously, looking at me as I pulled my cock away. "I saw one of the older boys at school do it that way when I was in the bathroom. When he saw me watching, he turned toward me and asked me if I wanted to do it for him. I shook my head, no, and he said it felt good doing it the way he was, but it felt even better when someone else did it. He kept on sliding the skin back and forth, and I had a feeling that I wanted to see what his penis felt like, but I didn't touch him even though I had the urge to. He called it his cock; but it was so big it scared me when he thrust his hips at me the way you did just now."
I leaned back on my haunches, after pulling my penis away from Matt's hand, my hard four-inch cock lying against my stomach the foreskin still skinned back. I was breathing hard from the feeling of excitement that he had unknowingly caused when he exposed the glans. My heart was racing, and I could see a look of concern on his face. Catching my breath, I started to speak when he did.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Luke," he said worried tone. "I'm sorry if I did."
"You didn't hurt me, Matt; you just caused a strange feeling to shoot through me when you skinned it back like you did," I said softly as my rapidly beating heart slowed. "You never told me about some boy in school showing you his...,his..., what did you say he called it, his cock?"
"I only saw him for a couple of minutes before I ran out of the bathroom, but that's what he called it."
"That must be what the bigger boys call it," I mused reflectively. "Did you get hard looking at him?" I asked.
"Yeah, a little," Matt answered, rubbing his groin and looking at my still hard cock. "I bet his was as hard as yours."
"How could you tell that without touching it?" I asked, an erotic feeling of excitement building in my loins.
"I don't know how, but it was a lot bigger than yours or mine, and it just looked like it was harder," he answered, kneeling forward. "Feel me, Lukie, I got hard feeling you."
"I don't want to feel you, Matt."
Matt jumped up and dropped his shorts and underwear. He was nearly as big as I but not as thick, and I could only see a lump of skin in his groin where I had two small balls.
"Why not?" He asked impatiently, thrusting his hips forward. "I felt yours, and I could tell you liked it from the way you were breathing real hard. I bet my cock is just as hard as yours, and it's almost as big," Matt exclaimed excitedly, pushing his hips at me again.
His cock was jerking just a little, and a feeling of excitement swept over me as I took it in my hand and squeezed. It was hot, and it felt like smooth steel. Matt groaned softly as I squeezed it, squirming a little, and from the way his cock was throbbing it felt like the beat of his heart.
Matt put his hand on my shoulder, and looking me in the eyes he whispered, "Skin it back, Lukie, please, make me feel good the way you did."
Mattie's muscles tightened as I pushed his foreskin back. When the pink head of his cock was exposed, I squeezed gently, and he, leaning forward, pushed his cock into my hand. Leaning his forehead against mine, he moaned softly and suddenly jerked his cock out of my hand, falling back on his haunches facing me. His muscles were rigid, and he was breathing real hard just like I had, and I could see his cock jerking.
It scared me when I saw the way Matt had reacted. He hadn't hollered like he was hurt, but he was breathing heavier than normal, and his eyes were closed. Leaning forward, I started to place my hand on his naked thigh when he inhaled suddenly and opened his eyes.
"Are you all right, Mattie?" I asked hesitantly.
"WOW, Luke! It felt like a lightening bolt running through me when you skinned it back. Boy, it sure felt good," he exclaimed, looking at me with an expression of awe, his eyes shining brightly. "I wonder what other things there are that boys can do to make them feel tingly and good inside," he jabbered non-stop. "I can't wait until Gramps gets that book so we can see if there are."
Matt and I lay back in the hay and I kicked my shorts and underwear off. We both were breathing softly and looking up at the rafters in the barn. What we had been doing was going through my head, and it was confusing. I liked the feelings that Matt had caused when he skinned my foreskin back, and I liked feeling him and how hard he was. The tingling sensation in the base of my cock was exciting and made me feel like I wanted him to keep on stroking my cock, but I didn't know what would happen if he did or when he should stop. His story about the boy in school was exciting, and a picture popped into my head as I remembered some of the older boys I had seen in the showers at school after PT. Most of them had bigger cocks than mine, and they seemed to like showing them off to each other or anyone who happened to be looking at them.
"Matt, why didn't you tell me about that boy in school before now?" I asked as I moved my hand over the soft skin of my pelvis.
He didn't answer at first, and then, rolling over on his side, he scooted closer putting one leg over mine as he placed one arm over my chest and pulled himself half on top of me with his face only a few inches from mine. His eyes were soft and his soft succulent lips glistened invitingly. I could feel his half-hard cock pressing against my hip, but it felt good, and I didn't move
"I don't know, Luke," he replied, licking his lips and intently looking into my eyes as he moved on top of me with his legs between mine. "I guess I didn't tell you because I thought that you might get upset about it. I was sort of scared and excited at the same time. He was a really big kid, and I liked seeing him playing with his cock, but he really scared me when he pushed his hand inside of his pants and pulled his balls out as he moved toward me with his big cock swaying back and forth. The head was all red and glistening, and there was some sticky stuff oozing from the hole where piss comes out. I don't even know if he really was a student or not. He was lots older than you or I; but he wasn't old like Gramps or Dad."
"Have you seen him again?" I asked.
"Nah," he replied, looking at me sort of dreamy as if he was thinking about the guy's big cock.
"That's okay, Mattie, just as long as you didn't get hurt," I said.
We lay together a little while longer, and I liked the feeling of his smooth hard body touching mine. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly alongside of mine, and my nut sac felt like it was hanging further down between my legs.
"You aren't going to sleep are you, Mattie?" I asked, moving my fingers over the smooth satiny muscles of his back to the nape of his neck.
"No," he answered, lifting his head and shaking my fingers away. "I was thinking about the muscles we are going to have when we grow older, Luke," Mattie said. "I hope mine will be as big as yours."
I don't know, about that, Mattie," I replied chuckling softly. "Since we are brothers, we will probably be pretty much the same."
"Maybe your right," he said as he lifted up on his elbows, looking down at me, "But you're older so you should be bigger," he said, looking at me, and running his fingers teasingly over my chest.
"Mattie, please," I exclaimed softly, a feeling of exciting warmth spreading through my loins. "If you keep running your fingers over my chest and picking at my tits, you're gonna get me hard again."
"I will?" He said, grinning impishly, a twinkle in his soft adoring eyes.
"Oh, Lord," I groaned inwardly. "I shouldn't have said anything about him making me hard even though it felt good." Still grinning impishly, he lifted his hips slightly and slid his hand between us groping for my hardening cock.
"You are getting hard again," he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, I am, and," I replied trying without success to sound angry. "It's your fault, so stop it."
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was wondering whether he should stop or keep it up. Knowing him, I knew that he would keep it up just to aggravate me, but he stopped, and a part of me felt a little let down. Moving his fingers over my chest and feeling my cock had made me feel good all over, and I sort of wished he had kept on doing it. There was a feeling down deep in my loins that was becoming more urgent as he had played with me, and each time my cock was hard, but I didn't know what would happen if he had continued playing with my cock.
Surprisingly, he stopped. Kissing me quickly on the lips, he said, "Pull your shorts up Luke, we still gotta gather the eggs before Gramps gets back."
The kiss surprised me but felt good, and I ran my tongue over my lips. Matt was becoming more surprising all of the time. I liked the feelings he caused each time he touched me, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way.
We searched the loft and gathered about three-dozen eggs in a large basket that Matt had found in the barns tack room where the harnesses were kept. After we had finished gathering the eggs, Matt went down the ladder first and then, reaching up, took the basket from me. He looked at me grinning and winked as he ran out of the barn. I was thinking about what he had told me about the boy in school, and my cock started to get hard. It surprised me that I could get a hard-on by thinking about another boy's cock, and I liked the feeling when I touched my cock. Squeezing the bulge inside my shorts, I pulled my cock out and looked at it as I stroked it a couple of times, thinking, "I guess four-inches is a pretty good size for a thirteen year old."
Tucking my still hard cock back inside my underwear and shorts, I heard Matt hollering for me to hurry as I walked toward the door trying to carry a basket of eggs while buttoning my shorts.
"Hey, Gramps", Matt squealed, "Luke and me found some hidden nests in the hayloft where the chickens have been laying eggs. Look how many more eggs we found."
Just as I reached the door, I heard Gramps reply. "That's good, Matt; where's Luke?"
"He's coming, Gramps."
The feeling of how much I loved Matt surged through me as I walked out of the barn. He never could keep a secret. .
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