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Mentoring Brandon

by Bob Anders

Chapter 16

A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 2

Warning! This chapter and this story are fictional accounts of love developing between two teenage boys. If that disgusts or distresses you, Go! Leave it for those who enjoy it!! If you are underage, whatever that means where you live, you have to leave, too. Sorry, their rules, not mine or ours.

NOTE TO READER: The following story is a first attempt at anything like this. I hope that it at least is interesting. It is basically a true story, with the names/places changed to protect the guilty. Please let me know what you think and give me any suggestions that you may have. I tend to be long-winded and re-reading this, I am afraid that it may not "get to the point" quickly enough. Any and all feedback will be appreciated as I have a lot of stories to tell, but I want people to read them as well.

As I turned and walked toward the two hot guys in the beds at the other end of the room, I couldn't help think about what was happening. A new turning point in my life was about to begin, I was positive.

Unlike the last one when Brandon and I fell in love, this one was more unexpected. I knew I wanted Brandon, but this was something I never in my life thought would transpire. I had to admit, there was much apprehension going through my head, not wanting to do something that was going to hurt my love or my family. But, I also realized that some things just had a course of their own and I was going to go with my feelings, not my fears.

As I began to take off my pants, again, I was walking toward the bed that Brandon was in. My hard cock jutted out of the underwear as I removed them and slapped against my stomach. I was more than ready to make love to him, our eyes glued together as I approached. Instinctively, Brandon removed the sheet that was covering him and, although I already knew, he was extremely excited about the prospects of that evening. He reached for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. I was beyond the point of no return, but that was normal for us.

As he began to pull, I felt hands on my shoulders. Mikey had gotten out of bed, walked over toward me and placed his hands on my shoulders as he pressed his body into mine. Here I was; the center of the two most important guys in my life. One, hands on my hips, mouth at my balls and the other, with his hard cock pressed against the cheeks of my ass and hugging my chest.

What was reeling through my head was pure lust. Fantasy was becoming reality. I still had some real apprehensive feelings about what was happening, but the physical side of me wasn't about to loose. I leaned down and kissed Brandon. It was a deep yet passionate kiss. Mikey, in the meantime, had lowered his hands, cock still pressed against me, to my hard on. He was slowly stroking me as he was pressing harder into me.

"Wait!" I suddenly yelled. "This can't happen, it's not right," I said quickly with little conviction.

Everything did stop at that moment. Mikey stepped back and released my cock from his hand. Brandon, still centimeters from my mouth, just froze. There I was in a state of total confusion, my mind telling me one thing, but my body telling me the complete opposite.

"Shut the fuck up," I heard Brandon say. He didn't swear much, but when he did I knew that he was upset. "You know, Bob, as well as I that you want this. Just relax and let Mikey and I do what feels good to us. If you don't like it afterward, then fine, but you won't go to hell for it!"

I had never been talked to like that by anyone, much less Brandon. I had always be in control of any situation that I was in, but at the moment, I knew that control did not belong to me. As if a obedient child, I let out a sigh, turned my head and grabbed Mikey by the back of his and pulled his mouth toward mine. My cock, having gone down slightly, I thrust toward Brandon to allow him to continue what he had started.

"Ummmm..." is all I could hear from Mikey as our tongues battled within each other's mouth. I could feel Brandon's tongue rolling the head of my now restored hard-on. His hands cupping my balls as Mikey's fingers were tracing the crack of my ass. It was at that moment that I decided to give into the "carnal" pleasures that I was sure were about to commence.

I kept kissing Mikey as I pulled Brandon's head farther and farther onto my cock. I could feel Mikey's hard cock pressed against the right cheek of my ass as his fingers continued to explore my ass. I didn't know what to expect as this was happening, but I remember being lost in the feelings that were ravaging my body.

Suddenly, Brandon released my cock, grabbed my hips and pulled me down on top of him. Our cocks pressed between us as Mikey followed on top of me. Here I was sandwiched between my brother and my lover. Mikey's cock was now pressed against his stomach, but also between the cheeks of my ass. As I hadn't been a bottom to anyone but Brandon, I was a bit apprehensive having him there, but I also knew that it felt extremely sensuous.

"Oh, Brandon I love you," I muttered. "Mikey, please, don't hate me."

"Hate you, Bob?" he questioned. "How could I hate my brother especially when we are like this. I love it, Bob. Now, quiet!"

With that comment, Brandon rolled me onto the bed. His tongue began to lick up and down the shaft of my cock. Mikey, laying on the other side of me, began to use his tongue in unison with Brandon's. They licked up and down. Mikey the rolled the head of my cock in his tongue as Brandon made his way toward my balls. He took them in his mouth, sucking one, then the other. Mikey plunged my cock into his mouth and suddenly his tongue met with Brandon's. I was going over the brink as my brother and lover were enjoying all I had to offer.

As I lay on my back, my hands were exploring both Mikey's and Brandon's bodies. Sliding up and down their backs I would squeeze each's ass cheek as they tongued my cock. I managed to push Mikey onto his side and grabbed his dick in my hand. I had never seen his cock prior to this evening and now I had it in my hand. It felt so wonderful, so wet and so hard.

I could feel myself beginning to boil. My balls were ready to explode but I really didn't want to at that moment. I pulled both Mikey and Brandon up by the hair. I brought their mouths to mine and we shared a 3-way kiss-- tongues battling for control. In all my wildest fantasies, I never thought that this would happen between the trio that was currently assembled. It was so very erotic, so very stimulating, that I didn't know if we could ever again find this plateau of sexual and emotional gratification.

Brandon put his arm around both Mikey and me and pulled us even closer together. His tongue went from my mouth to my brothers very sensually. Brandon was from our first kiss the best boy who I ever kissed. He was gently firm and knew exactly the areas to please in my mouth; well all over my body for sure, but that was his calling card.

Suddenly, Brandon backed off. He looked into my eyes, then into Mikey's. He placed one hand behind my head, the other rested on the back of my brother's neck. He gently guided our mouth's together, assuring that our lips met softly. For the first time, my brother and I were alone in this encounter. My heart was racing almost more than when Brandon brought me to climax.

My lips pressed against my sibling and our tongues, for the first time alone, began to explore each other. My arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders as I brought him down upon me. I couldn't believe the passion with which he kissed me. It was very close, if not exactly like that I felt when Brandon and I were in a deep kiss.

As I brought Mikey closer, he straddled my hips. Our cocks pressed between us felt, for the first time, so natural. My apprehension that I had about a physical encounter with my brother surely had subsided, as my hips began to undulate and our cocks ground into each other. He began to rhythmically follow my lead. My hands were now exploring everything that they could as I held him tight. From his hair, down his back, to his hips and finally reached his rear and I pressed him close, pressing his manhood hard against mine.

As I looked past Mikey I could see Brandon kneeling above him next to us. He was smiling a grand smile and I knew that he was not only enjoying what he was watching, but took pride in the fact that he had not only instigated the entire evening so far, but was instrumental in bringing my brother and I into this situation. He was playing with his cock, I could tell as I only saw his upper arm in motion. He wasn't jacking off either, from what I could see, but just keeping himself hard. I knew why he was doing that, and it excited me even more.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as I felt a wetness on my stomach. I pushed Mikey's head up and from the look on his face, and what I was feeling on my body, I knew that my brother had shot his manseed all over me. I just smiled at him, although at that moment I knew Mikey was not aware enough to know that, but Brandon saw it and gave me a wink.

Then, I heard, not loud, but soft and gentle, "Ahhh, ohhh...Bob." Mikey had subsided his carnal lust and was thanking me in his own way. I knew now that I had his attention and grabbed his head again and kissed him. This time, it was very gentle, the kiss of not a brother, but of a lover.

"Kids!" Brandon exclaimed. "Can't hold their loads, can they Bob?"

We all laughed and collapsed on each other again. Bundled up together on the bed was very erotic and felt so right. I couldn't believe that a few minutes before this I was so scared, apprehensive, and uptight about being with my brother. Unlike other experiences with guys, this seemed like a natural and completing relationship.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. We all sat up quickly, with a bit of fright. Mikey jumped up and headed for the sleeping bag on the floor as Brandon scooted over to the other bed. Of course, that left me, still hard as a rock, naked and horny, to get up to answer the door.

As I fumbled for my underwear on the floor, stepping into it as I made my way toward it, I simply asked, "Who is it?" in a low voice. I didn't receive an answer as I unlocked the door, stood behind it and opened it a crack.

Standing in the hallway was Joe, wiping the sleep from his eyes. As the door opened, he pushed it with his hand an began to walk in.

"Whoa, Joe, what's the matter?" I asked.

"What is happening in here? You guys are making too much noise," he answered.

"Hey Joe, I'm sorry. You know how it is with sleepover," I continued. "We'll be quiet, Joe, sorry to wake you. Let's go back to your room."

He was still half-asleep and let me turn and guide him toward his room. I opened his door, led him to his bed, and pulled back the covers. He got into bed, I covered him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I saw at that moment why we had awaken him. He had changed his room and the headboard of his bed was directly against the wall where the bed that we were in was located.

"Sleep well, Joe. We'll be quiet and I'm sorry, bro, for waking you."

As I began to walk out, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something on Mikey's bed. I walked over and picked it up. Although it was dark in the room, I could make out what it was because of the hall light that was dimly shining through the door. I smiled and took the magazine in my hand with me back to my room. As I began to close the door, Joe sat up and said, "It's nice to have you home Bob. I love you." As quickly as he sat up, he lay down and I could tell was fast asleep.

"Ok, Mikey, what is this?" I said as I walked into my room, closed the door and locked it again.

"Ahh, well, Bob," Mikey began to stammer. "A magazine?"

"Yes, it is and I have to say, you're not being to smart leaving it lying on your bed."

"Bob, I didn't, I really haven't looked at that for a few days. It was in my closet."

The three of us looked at each other and began to laugh uncontrollably. We all realized at that moment WHY the magazine was out and on the bed.

"Well, Mikey, looks like you're going to have to be Joe's big brother for a while," I said with a big grin.

"That little turd," Mikey said. "He's been going through my things. Well, he is 12, I guess it is time."

"He's probably watching you jack off, Mikey, when you think he is asleep. Does that sound familiar?" Brandon said as he giggled.

"Yep, Brandon," Mikey answered. "Did that for many years watching this stud beat that meat of his," he continued as he pointed to me.

"Well, bro. If you hadn't been so sneaky and joined in once in a while I would have gotten more sleep."

Again, we all laughed. I put my finger to my lips to quiet us. "We don't want to wake him again, or mom and dad."

"Bob," Mikey said pointing to my stomach. "You are a little sticky there."

"And just who made me sticky?"

Mikey stood up, got out of his sleeping bag and began to walk toward me. I couldn't believe what I saw. He was hard again. His cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. He then grabbed my hand and led me toward Brandon's bed.

"Here, you two. You belong together, I'll just lay here and watch."

I kissed Mikey as I began to lay on the bed next to Brandon. He had pulled the covers back and I could see he hadn't lost what he brought up earlier. I leaned over as I sat on the bed and took him in my mouth. I positioned myself so that he could take my cock as well.

Needless to say, Mikey got a show that evening. Brandon and I sucked each other for quite a while, like we usually did. As we got close to climax, I looked over and saw that Mikey, too, was close to his second ejaculation that evening. He was resting on his hand and using the other to stroke his cock as he did the other night when he and I watched each other.

As I began to unload all over Brandon, Mikey gave a grown. My brother and I had shot our loads, again, together. As I let the last drop or two fall onto Brandon's chest, as I was straddling him at the time, I could tell by the tightening of his legs he was ready to provide me with his juices. I leaned over, licked the head of his cock and when his first spurt began, I encompassed him within my mouth. I sucked and swallowed all he had to give me as Mikey watched in amazement.

After we all came down from the orgasmic high, Mikey asked, "Does it taste good?"

"You have never tasted cum, Mikey?" Brandon asked.

"No I have never gone quite that far, Brandon," Mikey replied.

"Well, Brandon is very sweet," I told him smiling.

We talked a while about what cum tasted like. I also told him that it is something you don't just do, but acquire a tasted for as well as learn how to swallow without gagging. Brandon explained to him that I was the only guy that he has ever swallowed. For that fact, he continued to tell him that I was the first guy that he has ever had sex with.

Brandon looked at me, inquiringly. "But, I would like to try someone else, sometime."

I knew what he meant, and just shook my head yes. "But can't that wait till tomorrow?" I asked. "It is late and I know mom will be calling us early cause of Thanksgiving."

He shook his head. Mikey looked at me with a question on his mind I could tell.

"What Mikey?"

"Well, what did you mean?"

"Brandon, as he told you has never taken another guy other than me and I think that he would enjoy maybe, if you would, making love to you sometime this weekend. If you would like that is."

Mikey smiled very wide. "Oh, yes!"

"Well, good, but NOT now," I said emphatically. "Besides you came twice and you need to build up so he can get a good taste," I kidded.

We all lay back. Mikey fell back into his sleeping bag, and Brandon and me in the bed. I cradled Brandon in my arms as I normally did and soon we all were fast asleep.

It seemed like moments before we heard mom call us to get up and get moving. In reality, it was 7 hours later. Fortunately, too, I had kept the door locked, something I learned from being at school. Mom was banging on the door, and I know for a fact, if it were open, she would not have hesitated to walk in to wake us. What a shock for her if she had been able to, with Brandon laying next to me, his arm over my chest and mine under his head.

"Ah, ok, Mom," I shouted. "We'll be right out."

"Ok, hurry, cause your cousins will be here soon."

"Ok! Ok!"

I shook Brandon as I began to get out of bed. He rolled over and I knew if I didn't shake him more, he'd fall fast asleep again. I pulled back the covers, put one hand under his thigh and one on his chest and moved him to his back. Of course, his hard cock was plastered against his stomach as most guys at our age had in the morning. I grabbed his balls and leaned over and kissed the head of his cock as I again told him to wake up. He thrust his hips forward at the touch of my lips on his penis. Not one to deny my love anything, I took him in my mouth. However, instead of gently sucking him, I let my teeth nibble at the foreskin. That, did, wake him up and he slapped my head.

"Ok, I'm awake," he muttered.

He pulled my hair and guided my mouth to his. We kissed, not worrying about our morning breath. As we kissed, I could feel hands on my hips. I knew it was Mikey and I reached around and grabbed his head and brought him to join us. We all kissed for a few moments and then started to find some clothes to put on for the day.

Brandon was the first in the shower. Normally, I would have joined him, but we were pressed for time and I knew if I did, it would never be a short shower. Mikey took his afterward, and to be honest I wanted to join him as well. But, for the same reasons, I let my mind rule my body.

As Mikey left the shower, I walked in. As I did, he grabbed my now soft cock. "Thank you bro," he whispered. "I do love you and I always have, but now, I think we have a different kind of brotherly love between us."

I kissed Mikey. "Yes, we do. NOW let me shower!"

He backed off and I completed getting cleaned up. As I walked into the room, Mikey and Brandon were sitting on the bed talking. I didn't know of what at that moment, but I was so pleased to see the man I loved and the brother that was so close to me getting along so well.

We all headed downstairs and the normal pleasantries were exchanged between the family. Joe said good morning, but I knew something was bothering him in the way he talked to me. After breakfast I managed to get him alone in the family room.

"Ok, little brother," I began. "What is wrong?"

At first he tried to tell me nothing but I pursued the conversation. As it turns out, he knew that I had found the magazine that he was looking at in his room. He was afraid I was mad, but I assured him that it was all right. I told him that if he had any questions about anything that he could talk to me or Mikey and we wouldn't be upset with anything. I also told him that both Mikey and I had gone through the same things at his age and were probably going through them now as well. That it was normal to be curious about things and it was normal to do the things he was doing.

"I'm not doing anything!" he said fervently.

"Joe, don't BS me," I said. "I know what it is like and to let you know, what you are not doing is fine," I said with a bit of sarcasm. Of course, a 12-year-old doesn't understand sarcasm, but I knew he realized what I meant. "Besides, I do it at least 2 or 3 times a day myself," I decided to add to reassure him that things were cool.

He smiled and I realized he knew what I was talking about and felt better about things. I again told him that Mikey or I would be glad to talk to him about anything; that brothers should confide in each other and talk about things. He nodded his head in understanding just before the doorbell rang and my dad came walking through the family room to answer it.

The rest of the day was pretty much visiting with relatives. I introduced Brandon to all my cousins and there were a couple that began to drool over him. Most of all my cousin Sarah, who was 14 and knew a good looking guy when she saw one. She followed him all day, along with my cousin Jeff following him as well. That seemed odd, but then again, nothing was unusual after the events of the evening before.

All the "guys" watched the Cowboys and the Lions games while the "woman" all did the cooking; a typical scene for Thanksgiving Day. We all sat down about 3, between the games and gorged ourselves on turkey, dressing and all the fixins.

At about 8 that evening the family left and it was just my parents, Aunt Mary, my brothers Brandon and I sitting at the table for a second helping of pumpkin pie. It was a nice day, and spending it with Brandon made it extremely special.

"Brandon?" my mother said. "Why don't you call your parents and wish them a Happy Thanksgiving." This was not exactly a suggestion as much as it was a demand made by my mother. Brandon agreed and went into the kitchen to call his parents.

About half way through the conversation he called me into the kitchen. "Here, my dad wants to talk to you," he said.

"Hello, Mr. Sickema," I began.

"Hello, Bob. I just wanted to wish you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving," he started. "And, wanted to know what you guys are planning for Christmas vacation."

Christmas vacation? I had no idea what he meant, but told him that I didn't think the family had any plans.

"Good," he continued. "Why don't you ask your parents to have you all come down here during vacation and join us for a day for dinner and get to know each other. My wife and I would love to have you all here."

"Thank you sir, I will ask," I told him.

"And," he continued, "Ask them if they minded if you joined us for a little family vacation we're taking during the holidays. We are headed to our place in Florida for a few days and I know that Brandon would enjoy having company his own age."

I began to shake all over in anticipation. I didn't think my parents would mind either suggestion.

"Oh, I'd love that, Mr. Sickema. I really would."

"Good. Then check it out and let us know in a week or so. We need to make some plans and this is something we'd really enjoy."

I thanked him, handed the phone back to Brandon and went into the dining room to join everyone. When I got there I told my parents what Brandon's father had asked. Both mom and dad seemed agreeable to going to their home, but a little hesitant about the time in Florida. I knew, however, that I could work my way around that hesitation, as did Mikey, as he sat there with a big smirk on his face.

When Brandon came back, he thanked my mother for her suggestion. We talked a bit more and by now it was about 10:00. Mikey began to yawn, as did Joe. My dad looked at his watch as he normally did when he was about to announce bedtime. And, sure enough, he suggested that we help mom and Aunt Mary with taking the dishes to the kitchen and get ready for bed. Actually, he didn't have to say that twice, as all of us we anxious to hit our private rooms.

The dishes in the sink and a few good nights were all it took for all of the boys to head upstairs to get ready for bed. Mom asked Mikey if he was going to stay in his room or bother Brandon and me again that evening.

"Oh, he's no bother, Mrs. A," Brandon interjected.

"Ok, if that is alright with both of you," she continued. "But, let's try to get to bed a bit earlier than last night, guys. You were up and way too loud. I know you're used to school, but there are others here that need their sleep," she finished. The smile at the end of all of this was nice to see, as I knew she was semi-kidding. But the thought that she knew something about Brandon and me kept going through my head.

I gave mom and Aunt Mary a kiss, hugged my dad, and ruffled Joe's hair and said good night to all. Joe, however wasn't satisfied with the little bit of affection I showed. He grabbed my hand, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. This was odd, as it was the first time that had happened between us.

As we entered my room, Mikey closed and locked the door. "Whew! I didn't think we'd make it," he said with a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's groovy, Mikey. You're parents are great," Brandon said.

With that out of the way, Mikey walked over to Brandon, gave him a hug, and brought his lips to Brandon's mouth. They kissed for a long time. I could see Brandon was definitely enjoying this, as was I as my loins began to heat up and my cock began to harden. As they kissed, I could see Mikey's hand rubbing Brandon's crotch. This was somewhat stimulating, but also I felt a bit of jealousy come over me. I knew I wasn't going to loose my love. But, I wondered if it was because my brother was playing with him instead of me. Whatever it was, it soon subsided as I enjoyed watching them in this embrace.

We all began to take our clothes off. It was a bit of an erotic strip the three of us were performing for each other. First, Mikey took off his shirt. Then, Brandon and then me. We took turns taking off each layer of clothes. It was very hot watching these two hot guys match item for item. Of course, when it came to the underwear, there was no contest. Brandon and I both rarely wore underwear so when the pants came off, the erect penis of each of us was there for Mikey's pleasure.

So, there we stood. Brandon and I totally naked and Mikey with his white jockeys showing each and every inch and curve of his manly cock. As he began to take them off, Brandon grabbed his wrists and stopped him. Brandon then knelt down in front of my brother and placed his first finger of each hand on each side of Mikey's underwear. He brought the elastic band of the jockeys out and slowly slid the underwear down toward Mikey's ankles.

I couldn't help at this point begin to grab my hard cock and begin to slowly stroke it with the pre-cum that was already making an appearance. As the front of the band made its way over Mikey's hard tool, it popped out for a second then plastered itself in the upward salute toward his stomach. As the jockey's were at his thighs, Brandon took his tongue and licked the underside of the cock shaft just in front of his face. Mikey's head flung back in ecstasy. I wanted to go faster on my cock, but didn't want to bring myself up to a point of no return too quickly.

As I watched my lover and my brother I couldn't help think about Chad, Brandon's brother, and what it would be like for him and me to do the same as Brandon watched on. That, too, was making me very hot and wanting to bring myself off. But, that picture suddenly was replaced with the real action in front of me. Mikey's underwear was now at his ankles and he was lifting one foot, then the other, so that Brandon could totally remove them from any obstacle they might create.

Both hands now free, Brandon brought one up to Mikey's balls and began to caress them. He rolled them so adeptly in his hands. I knew the feeling going through Mikey at that moment, as I had experienced it with Brandon many times. His other hand was now slowly stroking the 6 ½ inch cock that Mikey presented to Brandon.

Brandon was still licking the shaft of Mikey's penis at the same time. I could tell that this wasn't going to be a quick night, as I knew what both Mikey and Brandon wanted. Again the jealousy took a shot at me, but I also realized I wasn't going to be left out of the equation. This was going to be one hot evening and one that I know that all of us would remember as the beginning of a great developing friendship.

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