Christmas Brothers
by Rob Warr
Chapter 2
Thanksgiving is kind of a big deal at the orphanage, and Dr. Asher always manages to get plenty of food donated for us. Stuff like ham and turkeys, yams, pumpkins for pies and bread, and other stuff that goes along with the holiday.
I guess you could say us kids live for those special days like Thanksgiving, and maybe because they're so few and far between, we appreciate them even more. I know I sure did, and I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into some turkey and stuffing with cranberry sauce...yum.
It was just about that time in late November when the first prospective parents came to look us over. We knew they were coming, because the staff had been fussing around for weeks making sure everything was clean and orderly and leaning on us boys to make sure we did our part.
I really wasn't all that excited about having strangers come in and look us over, but if it got one of the little kids adopted I'd be just as happy as the next guy. I might not believe I'd ever find a home this late in my life, but I would sure do anything I could to make sure some other kid did, even if it was Charlie.
The Nelsons arrived the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and all of us kids were asked to assemble in the dining hall to be introduced to them. They were probably in their late 20s or early 30s, dressed nicely and both smelled good. I know cause they were wearing lots of cologne or whatever, and even from a few feet away you got a snoot-full.
She was pretty, he was handsome, perfect bodies, and both had a certain air about them that said they had money. I don't have anything against rich people, as long as they are nice, and for some reason I thought these two were...nice.
I was surprised that the couple took the time to hear each of our names and talk to us for a little bit, though most of the boys, especially the younger ones, were too shy to say much. Not me though, I've been around, and not much intimidates me, so I gave them an earful. I was polite though and thanked them for coming and said I hoped they were enjoying their visit, and they seemed surprised but delighted by my easy banter.
Charlie was standing next to me and I even included him in the conversation, explaining that he and I were best friends and what sort of things we did together in our free time. Mr. Nelson seemed interested that Charlie played chess, while Mrs. Nelson seemed more interested in my interest in music. All in all, I'd say it was a nice chat we had, but when they moved on, I figured that was that.
After meeting the boys, the Nelsons followed Dr. Asher to his office and we were dismissed for the rest of the day to do whatever we wanted. School was officially out till the following Monday and we were all in a mood to celebrate.
In honor of our visitors there were cookies and punch and everyone got their fill that day. Wow, and we still had Thanksgiving to look forward to. I felt like I'd won the jackpot, but there were still surprises and prizes to come.
Thanksgiving day, nearly all the boys were up early for a breakfast of oatmeal and cinnamon toast. Some of the boys skipped breakfast altogether to save room for dinner, but Charlie and I were both big eaters and we didn't worry about running out of stomach room. Besides, we loved oatmeal and cinnamon toast and enjoyed that just as much as we no doubt would enjoy our Thanksgiving dinner.
Thanksgiving dinner began at 2 p.m. and pretty much ran till kids stopped eating. Instead of being served on the chow line in the cafeteria though, this time it was served buffet style, though the turkey and ham were already carved and piled on platters so we didn't have to mess with knives. The staff did stand around watching till all of us kids had our plates full, then they served themselves and sat down with us, including Dr. Asher.
"Boys, ladies, and gentlemen," he said as we quieted down to hear his usual Thanksgiving blessing and short speech, "Once again we are here, together, to celebrate this most special time of the year. The day we give thanks, not only for the bounty before us, but for those people in our lives who make it special. For me, that is all of you," he said, sounding very emotional, "and so to all of you, my boys, and my trusted and beloved caretakers, and Simon, of course, I say, thank you all that you do and for being who you are. And to God I say, Thank you almighty God for these wonderful people in my life, young and old, and for this bounty of food which you have blessed us with, and which our cooks have prepared for us to enjoy. Thank you oh Lord for all your blessings, big and small, and bless these children of yours, and the food which they are about to enjoy. AMEN."
"AMEN!" we chorused, and the feeding frenzy began.
Charlie and I had two plates each, and once we'd found a table we began. We might have been orphans, but we'd been taught proper table manners and no one was eating with their hands or wolfing down their food. No, in fact most of us preferred to savor every bite, for it wasn't often that we got such delicious food and in such quantities.
As we ate we talked about life in general and eventually the visit by the Nelsons came up.
"Think they saw anyone they were interested in?" A boy named Doug asked. He was 10, which gave him a bit more of a chance to get adopted, but even 10 was too old for some folks.
"Yeah, they want me," a kid named Brandon smirked. He was 14 and nearly six foot, broad shouldered and looked more like an adult than a kid.
"What for?" Charlie teased, "to work for them?"
"Who knows, maybe that gal thought I was sexy," the boy joked.
"Hmm, so you fancy yourself as a stallion?" I joked, "a breeder? Then what were you doing with Edward the other night, practicing?"
He blushed bright red then, and lacking a witty comeback he turned his attention back to his plate.
"Seriously," Charlie said then, "they sure seemed to like talking to you."
"And to you," I offered, "they liked us both, and if we were 8 or 10 I'd say we had a good chance, but then if we were 8 or 10 we wouldn't be so damn delightful, would we?"
"Dr. Asher said they were coming back," Doug said, "after the holiday. I think they want to take a boy home for the weekend. You know, a trial run or something."
"Really?" I said, trying not to sound too interested, after all, I wasn't even in the running.
"Yeah, for the whole weekend. Just think, a nice soft bed to sleep in, plenty of food, and maybe some toys..." Doug said dreamily.
"I hope it's you," I said sincerely, "you deserve a nice home."
Doug looked up at me with his blue-grey eyes and smiled, "Thanks, Zeke, that's a nice thing to say."
"Yeah, being 10 definitely makes you more likely to get picked than us old timers," I chuckled.
"You're only 12," Charlie reminded me, and you're a nice kid. Don't count yourself out just yet."
"What about you? You're only 11, even if you are tallern' me," I chuckled.
"I dunno, it would be nice, but I'd miss everyone here," he said, but his eyes were focused on me and I got his unspoken message, cause I felt the same way too.
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see who the lucky boy is," I said, besides, there will probably be more folks coming to look us over now that Dr. Asher has us hooked up with those adoption agencies."
We were too full for dessert, but we knew there'd be plenty of goodies left for us to devour later. So after clearing our plates and putting them in the sink to be washed by the unlucky kids who pulled cleanup duty, we decided to go outside to walk off some of our food.
It was warm for November, in the 50s, and though the sky was cloudy there was very little wind and it didn't look as if we'd get any rain anytime soon. The orphanage sat on four acres surrounded by woods and grassland, and not far away was a creek where us boy swam in the summer months. And yes, we swam naked, though it was supposed to be a secret. However, Simon told us that all the staff knew, even Dr. Asher, and that most just seemed to expect it.
It was like the sex stuff, I guess. The staff had to know that you couldn't put a bunch of horny boys together like that and not expect some fooling around, so they basically looked the other way when it came to that kind of stuff. We were careful, however, not to let things get too far out of hand and we had strict rules about no one being forced, especially when it came to the younger boys, and as far as I knew, no one ever got out of line.
Anyway, there was a well worn path around the grounds that made a circuit of about a half mile and Charlie and I began walking it, all the while chatting about everything and nothing. We didn't discuss the Nelsons this time, nor adoption in general, and for that I was glad. For some reason I had this niggling little feeling inside me that my life was about to change and I wasn't sure if I wanted that or not. But just like everything else in my life, I knew I had little control over things and I soon forgot about it.
Later, Charlie and I stuffed our faces with cupcakes, pie with whipped cream, and even found room for some fruit salad, which was one of my favorite desserts. We were as stuffed as those turkeys had been when we were done, and it was all we could do to waddle back to our dorm that night.
It had been a great day, but like all good things we knew it had to come to an end. It was too early for bed, but we didn't really feel like socializing with the other boys so we decided to take a shower and just hang out in the dorm.
Our dorm held six boys including me. Charlie being the youngest at 11, Kent, 12, Tommy, 12 1/2, Johnnie, 13, and the oldest, Phillip, who was almost 14, although he looked younger than Charlie. They were all decent kids, but like most kids their age they were rowdy and full of themselves and occasionally words were exchanged, but so far no one had come to blows over their disagreements.
Like most of the boys at the orphanage, we messed around with each other, though nothing serious, mostly just hand jobs or mutual jerking, but there were a few boys, like myself that enjoyed oral. Charlie and I played together most of the time, but we weren't exclusive. We were quick to lend a hand if our roomies needed one, and visa versa.
That night we weren't especially in the mood to play, mostly because we were so full of turkey and pie, but once we hit the showers we began to feel some better.
We were alone, which wasn't unusual, some boys had to be forced to shower, but not us. We preferred being clean to funky, and besides, there was often fun to be had in the showers. There were twelve shower heads in the shower room and another just like it at the other end of the building, with the dorms and private rooms in between. The rec room, dining hall, and kitchen were at the back of the building and the offices and reception area were at the front of the building.
The second story held the classrooms where we went to school, and there was also a meeting room there for assemblies and such, as well as more offices and some empty rooms for further expansion, I guessed. The place was pretty big, and though there were only about two dozen boys there presently, it was designed to hold up to twice that number if needed.
Anyway, this particular shower was just sandwiched between dorm 1 (ours) and dorm 2, and was the one Charlie and I used most of the time. Occasionally, we'd visit the other shower just to see who was hanging out there, and a few times we'd found some new playmates.
That night though it was just us two. The shower heads were grouped in twos with a short brick wall between each pair and a dressing area with a bench just behind at the opposite end of the walled in area. So, in fact what we had was six semi-private areas for boys to...well, do whatever.
To reach the showers you first had to enter the toilets, which consisted of six stalls, two long urinals and a half dozen sinks with mirrors. Passing the row of stalls you went through an opening and there were the showers, three stalls on either side, with a storage closet directly ahead. That closet was always locked, but I knew for a fact that Simon had a key because he was responsible for replenishing the toilet paper and such in the bathrooms, and I wondered if he ever used that closet for any personal business.
"Anyone in here?" I called out giggling as we entered the showers.
"No!" Charlie giggled trying to throw his voice to the far stall, and not doing a bad job of it. He never ceased to surprise me with his talents.
"Far stall," I said grabbing Charlie's hand and practically dragging him to our favorite spot.
We were naked in moments, our clothes tossed on the bench in the dressing area, and under the warm spray moments later. The water felt good and the lethargy I felt earlier was quickly changing to arousal. Charlie was just so damned sexy and it was hard to keep my hands off him sometimes.
I knew he enjoyed the sex play as much as I did, but I really didn't know how he felt about me, because we never really talked about our feelings. Sure, some feelings can be expressed without words and I was pretty sure Charlie loved me as much as I loved him, but what kind of love was it? Was it brotherly love, best pals love, or something deeper? For that matter, what kind of love did I feel for him? Was the sex just sex and nothing more and the love something separate? Being only 12 and not having what you'd call a male role model, or any kind of role model, I really knew nothing of life and love and was struggling to come to grips with all my feelings as of late. Simon was a big help though. He was older and more experienced and he never treated me like a little kid when we talked. He talked to me as an equal and I loved him for that. No, not like I love Charlie, but you get what I mean.
"Hey, you're hard," Charlie giggled and when I looked down I discovered my thoughts of love had caused a stirring between my legs.
"So...? You're hard too," I chuckled as I reached down and gave his penis a twang.
"Wanna mess around?" Charlie said, not one to beat around the bush.
"Sure, but how about we just jerk each other?" I suggested, though I had a bit more than that in mind, if I could figure out how to make it happen.
"Okay, first let's wash each other," Charlie said, not waiting for an answer as he grabbed the bar of soap and began lathering up my back and shoulders.
"Mmm, that feels good," I moaned beneath his touch.
This was nothing new, a lot of the boys washed each other for convenience and for the stimulation. It often led to other things, but sometimes it was just what it was, two boys helping each other get clean. For Charlie and me it was almost like a ritual, pleasurable in it's own right, and almost as good as sex.
"Now me," Charlie said, once he'd thoroughly cleaned me from head to toe.
With pleasure I began working my hands up and down Charlie's body, reveling at the feel of his smooth soft skin and feeling him shiver as my hands brought him as much pleasure as I was receiving. I loved that kid, and I loved touching him this way, heck, anyway I could. But despite all the touching, all the pleasuring, the sex play, and all that, there was one thing we'd never done, and for some reason at that moment I wanted that one thing more than anything in the world.
Did I dare try it? Would I ruin everything by even attempting it, would this be the end of our relationship or the beginning of a new phase of it? I sighed and Charlie picked up on my mood right away. He was very empathetic, and it was nearly impossible to hide my feelings when he was around.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I sighed, but we both knew that was a lie.
"No, something is wrong. Did I do something wrong...?"
"No, of course not," I said, daring to pull him in for a bro hug.
We were face to face now, my soapy hands around his slender waist, our hard boy cocks only inches apart, and then our eyes met, and without a word being spoken our faces moved closer and closer until our lips were touching.
I have had some great feelings in my life, and plenty of sex, but nothing, nothing will ever compare to that first kiss with Charlie and I think he felt the same way too. We were hungry for each other as the kiss continued, yet the kiss was gentle and sweet and passionate without being nasty or gross.
Meanwhile, our bodies had closed the gap between us and our erections were pressed together deliciously. Then as one we began to move, grinding into each other as the kiss continued, our hands now wandering up and down each other's bodies as we shared our first session of lovemaking.
I say lovemaking, because up until that moment all we'd ever done was have sex, and lovemaking and sex were two very different things. Sex might be an expression of love, but you can have sex without love, and for a long time that's what Charlie and I had. Only recently had our feelings changed, and now, with our first kiss we'd discovered a whole new world of pleasure.
I won't bore you with the messy details, but suffice it to say that orgasm was the most intense and meaningful feeling of our young lives, so far. However, there would be many more, and with each one our love would grow stronger, and it all started with a kiss...our first kiss, by the way.
We finally managed to shower and dry off and as we were dressing boys began to filter in one or two at a time till the air was filled with the scent of adolescent boys and the sounds of their laughter.
Kent and Tommy from our dorm were among them, and they stopped to chat a bit as they undressed boldly in front of us. Modesty was something few of the boys possessed, and nakedness was as natural as morning boners.
Kent and Tommy both had nice bodies, both still hairless but well endowed for their age, and though I'd messed with them many times, tonight I only had eyes for Charlie. They seemed surprised that I didn't engage them in my usual banter or reach out to touch their dangling boyhoods, but eventually they ran off to the showers before they were all occupied, and moments later were engaged in a game of grab ass.
"Let's go," I said giving Charlie a smile, "we need to talk."
Charlie nodded and gave me a smile, then a wink. "What about?" he teased, and I slapped him gently on his cute behind.
Nothing and everything changed after that kiss in the shower. We became almost exclusive when it came to sex and of course some of the boys noticed right away. Simon, however, was the first to approach us about our new relationship.
"So," he said with a grin, "you and Charlie, huh? I knew you two were close but I never really thought you'd become...umm, boyfriends."
"Who says we are?" I said trying to sound offended, but Simon saw right through me.
"Well, call it what you want, but something has changed between you two."
"Yeah, is it that obvious," I said giving in at last.
"Well, not to everyone, but to those who know you best. I mean, the way you look at each other, and the hand-holding, and the fact that you hardly mess with the other boys now."
"Does the staff know, do you think?" I asked with panic.
"No, well...if they do no one has mentioned it to me. Most of them really don't pay that much attention to things like that. They have their jobs to do and they're glad when their shift is up and they can go home or to their room, or whatever."
"I'm worried, though," I confessed.
"Oh, about what?" Simon said sitting beside me on the porch where I'd perched while waiting for Charlie to finish his chores for the day.
Ordinarily I'd have been helping him, but that day I just needed some time alone to think.
"What if Charlie gets adopted? I mean, it was bad before, but now...well...I'm not sure I could stand it if we were separated."
"You can't worry about things that haven't happened. Don't make trouble for yourself, okay. Just enjoy life while you can. No one is promised anything in life. We could all die tomorrow, so...be happy today and love Charlie and don't stress over things you can't control.
"Yeah, you're right, I know, but just being apart from him for a few minutes hurts, so how could I live without him?"
Simon chuckled, "You've got it bad, don't ya. Does Charlie feel that way too?"
"Yeah, I mean...I think so," I said feeling anxious all of a sudden, "he says he loves me, and man, we have some good times together," I added blushing.
"That's great," Simon said, "you're a lucky boy, so's Charlie. So enjoy each other and don't worry about that other crap, okay?" he said again.
"I'll try, and...thanks, Simon, you're the best big brother a boy ever had," I said grinning, but I meant every word of it.
"And you're a great little brother," he said tousling my hair. I hate that, but I tolerated it when it came to Simon, and to Charlie, "I gotta go, sport. I have things to do, but I wanted to come by and make sure you were okay."
"Thanks, I'm better, now."
"Excellent, glad I could help. Say hello to 'Lover Boy' for me," he teased, and I cuffed him in the shoulder as he stood.
"Later, potater," I said.
"See ya," he said with a smile, then he was gone, and I was left to my thoughts.
Fortunately, Charlie came along a few minutes later and we decided to take a walk. Once we were at the far end of the school grounds we cut into the woods, but we didn't have to go far before we were out of sight.
We were on each other in a flash, kissing and pawing at each other and the shirts came off, then the pants and underwear were dropped, and we took turns pleasing each other by hand and mouth. We came in each other's warm wet mouth, then kissed to share the treasure we'd given each other as we pressed our bodies together, prolonging the experience and feelings for a bit longer.
We'd just broken apart and were about to pull up our pants and underwear when a familiar voice called out to us.
"See, I said you were homos, and you are," Andy laughed, but not in a mean way. After that day in the dining hall we'd actually become friends of sort.
"So, you're just jealous," Charlie said as he reached down to grab his underwear and pull them into place.
"What, done already? I was hoping I could get in on some of the action."
"Sorry, Andy, but right now we only mess with each other," I said as I too began dressing.
"Too bad, not even a wank?" Andy said sounding disappointed.
I stared at Charlie, who shrugged, "It's fine with me, we can both do it, then it will be equal, okay?"
I smiled, "I'm game if you are," then to Andy, "but no kissing us or touching us, okay?"
"Eww, kissing, gross...no way. I'll keep my hands to myself and let you do all the work," he promised.
"Get it out," Charlie said as he fastened the top button on his own pants.
"Okay, here goes," Andy said looking a bit nervous now.
He took his time, lowering his zipper slowly, and I wasn't sure if he was just stalling or trying to be theatrical. His white briefs came into view then, and from the bulge in them it was obvious he was excited. I'd seen his penis a few times before, and though about average in length for a 12-year-old, it was thicker than most and had a nice foreskin that retracted easily and covered his head even when hard.
"Nice," I heard myself say, then I blushed.
Charlie giggled, "It's wearing a turtleneck sweater."
"Yeah, that way I don't need no lube," Andy said, his face flushed with excitement.
"You go first," I told Charlie, who stepped forward and began working the skin on Andy's dick as if he was mesmerized by it, which I guess he was.
"Uhh, that feels good. Uh, Zeke, can you...uh, touch my nuts while he does that?" he almost pleaded.
"Sure," I said, suddenly eager to touch this sexy boy all over. Somehow with Charlie there it didn't feel wrong, in fact, it felt really exciting to be sharing this forbidden pleasure with him.
Andy's ball sack was the kind that hugged close to his body with two grape sized testicles inside and smooth as a baby's bottom. In fact, the only hair I could see down there was a few dark wispy hairs just above his penis. I didn't know if he could come wet yet, even if Charlie and I could, I knew some boys didn't come wet till they became teens. We'd started puberty early and both sported a nice patch of pubes just above our dicks, though our balls were still smooth and hairless.
"Yeah, that's nice. Switch off, okay? I want to feel both of your hands on my dick," Andy said, lost in his own pleasure and not really caring what we wanted.
But that was fine, I was happy to oblige as I slipped that foreskin back exposing his rosy red cock head and to my great joy I saw a drop of precum form there.
"You come yet?" I almost whispered into his ear as I leaned in closer.
"Yeah, a little, just started," Andy said in a raspy breath.
"Nice," I said locking eyes with Charlie.
Charlie nodded, he knew what I wanted and I loved him for that.
Without warning I dropped to my knees and took Andy in my mouth. He let out a little squeak as he realized what was happening, then he groaned and thrust into my mouth as he grabbed my head and guided me along his fat stiff prick.
"Save me some," Charlie said after a few minutes, and I reluctantly let Charlie have a turn.
We alternated, back and forth, giving Andy a long slow ride till we finally allowed him to come, and as luck would have it I was sucking at the time. However, I wasn't greedy, and as soon as I had what little cum Andy had to offer I shared it with Charlie in a kiss.
"Are you guys...swapping my cum?" Andy said when he finally opened his eyes. He didn't sound grossed out though, just curious, and maybe excited a little.
"Yeah, not much, but it tastes good," I said at last.
"Wow, that was really great, guys. I hope we can do that again sometime."
"Only if you suck us too," I insisted.
"I've never, but I guess I could try..."
"I'm kidding," I laughed, "but if you ever wanted to try..."
"I'll think about it," Andy said pulling his pants and undies back into place, "Well, I gotta go, guys, thanks, that was great."
"Welcome," I said, "see, having two homo friends is not all that bad, is it?"
"Sorry I called you that," Andy said looking a bit sad, "I didn't mean anything bad by it."
"It's cool," I said slipping an arm around him and staring into his cute face, "but remember, words can hurt as much as fists."
"Yeah, I know. I'll watch what I say from now on," Andy said, "well...gotta go. Bye."
We waved as we watched Andy go, then I turned to Charlie and kissed him again, "All that messing around with Andy has got me horny again, " I said as I nuzzled his ear."
"Me too," Charlie said as he began undressing us, "I'm always horny for you."
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