Decisions
by David Heulfryn

 

The family took their time making the decision to move to Cockaigne. The brothers knew their father’s new job meant he had to commute for over an hour to get there. But they didn’t know it was in Cockaigne. They hadn’t even heard of Cockaigne. Before telling their sons about the town, their Dad took their mum there. Lily had no problem moving closer to her husband’s job, but when Owen explained that Cockaigne was different to any other town in England, she was uncertain. After their visit, Lily knew that Finn, their youngest son who had recently told them he was a naturist, would love to live in a town where nudity was acceptable. He was only thirteen but loved being naked around his family in the house. His older brother, Max, was more restrained and would sometimes join his brother in being naked, but more often than not would always wear clothes in the house.

Both boys told their parents they were gay, and Max had a boyfriend. It was Max who was most unsure about moving. He didn’t want to move away from his boyfriend. They had only just found each other and were beginning to experiment together. Max was only fourteen, and his mother would be mortified if she knew her son was in a sexual relationship.

Max told his brother first that he didn’t want to be the one to stop the rest of the family from moving home.

Finn was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth before going to bed. He was naked and leaned over the sink. Max looked at Finn’s naked arse and gave it a light slap. Finn smiled when he saw his naked brother join him.

As Max spat out the last toothpaste foam and rinsed his mouth, they went to bed. Max waited by the light switch as his younger brother got into bed. Finn snuggled under his duvet and smiled at Max, who switched off the light and got into his bed.

“Min,” Max always used his brother’s nickname when they were alone. It was special between them. It began when Max learned to talk. Finn was still a baby, but Max had trouble pronouncing his new brother’s name. It always sounded like Max was saying, Min. The name stuck for years until Finn hated that his entire family would call him Min, not his actual name. A few tantrums later and no one would call him Min. That was until over a year ago when the brothers became very close. Max called his younger brother, Min, again. And Finn liked it. But it was to be private, and Max would only call him Min when they were alone and usually while they talked in their beds, in their shared bedroom.

“How was it with James?” Finn asked.

“Good,” Max said, thinking about the afternoon and what he and his boyfriend had discussed. “We talked about moving.”

“What does he think?” Finn asked.

“He doesn’t want us to be separated, but we discussed what it would mean to the family. My brain knows we should move, but my gut wants to stay with James. We love each other. How can we volunteer to move apart.”

“He’ll only be a phone call away and about an hour’s drive. You could still see him at weekends.” Finn reasoned.

“That’s what James said. He’s so sweet. He knows what it would mean for Mum and Dad. He’s not being selfish. He’s thinking about our family and not just himself. Unlike me, all I can think about is how it will affect me.”

“It’s not selfish, Max. You need to think about how it will affect you. When you know that, you can work out if you can live with a decision to move.” Finn talked sense.

“James says we will work something out if we move. He says it will not split us up. But I’m just not sure. We might grow apart if I don’t see him all week and only at weekends.”

“Not always. You will if you don’t try. But I know you can make it work if you try to work through it.”

“Yes, James says we can call each other every day. And now I have a smartphone. We can even video call each other.”

“Good idea,” Finn said. “And if you aren’t with James all the time, your school grades might improve. You can spend the time you usually play with James’ willy to study.” Finn giggled.

Max laughed. “I swear you think of James’ cock more than I do.”

“I’m just jealous that you have a boyfriend, and I don’t,” Finn admitted.

“I know, Min. You’ll find one soon. Just stop looking, and one will fall into your lap.” Max suggested.

“Is that a promise?” Finn giggled, “I’d love a boyfriend in my lap. The way James is always in your lap.”

“Will you stop thinking about sex all the time, Min. You’re only thirteen.”

“Nearly fourteen, Max.” Finn kept giggling.

“You’re nearer to thirteen than fourteen.”

“Only just, Max. And isn’t sex what teenagers are supposed to think about all the time.”

“Yes, that’s why we discovered wanking.” Max laughed. “Go use the bathroom and knock one out.”

“That reminds me, Max. If we move and you’re not getting your rocks off with James during the week, I don’t want you wanking yourself all over the place.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Min. You love watching me wank.”

Finn was embarrassed. The first time Finn saw Max wanking was an accident, but Max didn’t know about it. Finn could have stopped and given Max his privacy, but he decided to keep watching. Finn admitted what happened later, and that single instant was the catalyst to the brothers becoming closer and Max opening up emotionally, physically and sexually.

“Have one now if you need to,” Finn suggested.

“No. I’m seeing James again tomorrow after school, and we have plans.”

“Bloody hell, Max. You’re saving yourself for him.” Finn giggled.

“Of course I am. It feels so much better, Min. James knows how to make me feel so good.”

“Have you gone any further yet?” Finn asked.

“No, not yet. But that’s another thing I keep thinking about. I know James wants me to make love to him. He’s not mentioned it for several weeks now, but I know he still wants it. He likes it when I play with his hole as I suck him off.”

Finn’s cock was hard as he heard his brother talking about what had happened between him and his boyfriend. He grabbed his cock and slowly stroked. “Does he still play with your arse when he sucks you?”

“Yes. It’s so intense, Min. I know why he wants to try fucking if that is what a finger feels like.” Max sighed, thinking about how James would push a finger into his hole before he came down James’ throat.

“What’s holding you back, Max.” Finn felt a tingle in his balls.

“It’s different than a quick blow job. If we have sex proper, we need privacy. I’m guessing we both need to be naked and in bed together. It’s not going to be the same. We know that if we get disturbed while sucking each other, we can quickly cover up. But if we’re in bed together, with my cock in him, we can’t jump out and tuck our cocks away and behave like nothing is going on.”

“Do you never get to be alone?” Finn asked, “Never at the weekend?”

“We are sometimes, but we know his mum and Dad could come home any minute. And his little brother is erratic. We never know what he’s doing, and he burst into James’ bedroom a few times and nearly caught us.”

“What about at our house?” Finn asked.

“Well, that would be easier, but I’m still nervous about mum and Dad coming back early. I’m just too nervous and don’t want my first time to be quick and rushed. I want it to be romantic, and I want James to enjoy it.”

“I understand.” Finn imagined his brother fucking his boyfriend. His arse pumping up and down as he plunged his cock in and out of James’ hole.

Max could hear the rhythmic rustling of Finn’s duvet. “Min? Are you wanking?”

Finn giggled. “Yes!”

“Will you go into the bathroom,” Max sighed. “I don’t want to lie here listening to you cum.”

“If I must,” Finn pouted, “But it’s not the same, Max. I like to lie down when I do it. I enjoy it more. When you make me go to the bathroom, I have to stand up, and it’s not as much fun.”

“Okay, Min. But be quick, and don’t get cum on your duvet.” Max threw his box of tissues over to Finn. “And make sure you clean up.”

“Oy, Max! That nearly hit my face.” Finn whined.

“Sorry, Min. But you should keep a box by your bed and stop using mine.”

Finn laughed, “Have you ever blown your nose on these tissues, or do you just use them for your cum?”

“I think I did once,” Max laughed.

“Now shut up. I need to concentrate.” Finn pulled his duvet from his body and stroked his four-inch hard cock again.

Max lay in silence, listening to Finn breathing heavily as he stroked his cock and his mattress squeaking with each stroke. He hoped he wouldn’t last long. Knowing his brother was a few feet away, wanking, made him hard. But he had plans with James. His mind wandered and imagined what they would be doing when they met after school tomorrow.

Finn groaned, which took Max’s thoughts away from James. Max couldn’t see Finn, but he knew he was getting close. His breathing quickened, and Finn kept groaning. Max’s cock was hard, and he gave it a brief squeeze. He moaned as his fingers touched his shaft but restrained himself and didn’t start to stroke.

Across the room, Finn squealed as he came. He lay still as his breathing calmed down. Max could smell the cum as its scent drifted across the room.

“Finished?” Max asked.

Finn panted and grabbed some tissues to wipe the cum from his belly. “All done, thanks, Max.”

“No problem.”

The brothers heard their parents coming up the stairs. Finn rushed to clean himself up and tossed his cummy tissues onto the floor by his bed.

Their bedroom door creaked open, and their Dad poked his head into the room. “Are you boys asleep?”

“Nearly, Dad,” Finn whispered. Max remained quiet.

Their Dad came into the room, and the landing light shone onto Max’s bed. Max squinted as the light hurt his eyes.

“Finn?” Their Dad went over to his bed. Finn was still lying on his back, his duvet tossed to one side, exposing his naked body. He sat down by his feet. “Are you warm?”

“No, Dad.”

His father then noticed the used tissues lying on the floor. “Make sure you bin those tissues first thing in the morning. It’s not fair for your mother to clear up that stuff. And don’t flush them.” Their Dad was always going on about not flushing tissues down the toilet.

“I won’t, Dad.”

“Thanks, Finn.” He looked at his son’s naked body. His cock still looked a little fluffed after having recently cum. “See you in the morning.” He tapped Finn’s bare leg as he stood up and left the boys alone to sleep.

Minutes later, Finn could hear his parents having sex through the wall. It seemed they no longer felt the need to keep the noise down or wait until the boys were asleep.

“Max. Can you hear that?” Finn whispered.

“Of course, I fucking can.” Max sighed.

“Fucking!” Finn giggled. “It sounds like they’re having fun.”

“Go to sleep, Min. Try not to listen.”

“Do you make noises like that when James is doing things to you?” Finn asked as they heard the moans and groans coming through the wall.

“I try not to in case we are heard.”

“What about when you’re alone?”

“Yes. But James is worse than me. He can get quite loud, especially when he cums.” Max admitted.

“We can make it work, Max. If we move. I know we can. You and James love each other, so no matter how far apart you are, you’ll never grow apart.”

“Thanks, Min.”

“It’ll be alright, Max. I love you.”

“I love you too, Min. Sweet dreams.”

 

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