I guess when it comes to family - brothers, cousins, in-laws and the like - different people have a different perspective on how they perceive one another. I mean, what one person perceives of someone in their relations isn't always reflected back in the same manner. When that happens, it's always an added layer of complexity we have to deal with. Adults have their own take, I think, being more mature (or rather, sometimes immature) in dealing with them. Kids, though, have almost always a different view. Especially in matters of trust. That proved to be my case with Jeremy, years before. I didn't know Jeremy, and as such, being an eight-year old kid, the things he did hit me in a funny way. How much trust do you in your cousins, at that age? I certainly began with some level of faith in Jeremy, because I let him into the bathroom that night to pee, and then didn't mind him so much seeing my privates at first. I mean, I wasn't exactly a shy person at that age, or even modest. It was only what followed that made me hesitate and become insecure.
A lot of times I wonder what had been going through Jeremy's mind. When he announced that I looked weird down there, was it because I really did seem abnormal, or was it his way to get to play. I've come to believe it was more of the latter, but for a while those words did weigh on me while I was getting older. Outside of Cody though, Jeremy was about it insofar as family I had. I didn't have cousins or friends growing up that did the proverbial I'll show you mine if you show me yours, or play doctor, house, or whatever. Not that it was a bad thing, but it created a state of being very naive and ignorant about sex. What could you really expect from an 8-year old kid, right? I know there are stories here and there that try to imply that kids at that age have a lot more knowledge about such things. Even a lot more experiences - whether fantasy or not. I didn't have that kind of an environment, not by a long shot. Until Jeremy showed up that one weekend, I could have cared less about my body - other than, of course, the usual pains and aches you get into when you're a kid.
Fast forward to this particular weekend with Tim and my Dad. As we ate breakfast that morning, my emotions were riding in a very high state. Not since the times I had spent with Cody, had I ever really let myself feel again like I had the night before. Some people might think that sounds weird, especially as I write all of this, trying to recall everything as much as I can remember. Of course, I was more educated by now, or at least a little older and (I hoped) a little wiser. I knew stuff by then that I didn't know just a few, short years before. That's life though, right? That's what kids do as they grow older, they learn and become more independent, making themselves individuals and ready to face the world. The only thing was, by then I just figured I would never get to feel again, the kind of things Cody and I got to share. That is, getting to hold anyone close, and really believe on the inside that someone would like me, or trust me that way. I wasn't going to perv on anyone, for fear of the rejection or humiliation that could come from it. I probably could have looked harder than I did, probably could have messed around some if my attitude or personality had changed somewhat, but I just didn't.
That morning was different then, for a whole lot of reasons. I was elated, happy and even excited. I remember realizing that Timmy was actually making these little advances to me. It was either that or he was going out of his way to impress upon me something more. That made me feel really good inside, in a weird sort of way, and for the rest of the day I secretly reveled in having my cousin there with me. Until that weekend, I recalled how some of our online conversations had gone. Some of how he reacted and all didn't surprise me that much, because as we got closer and he opened up more to me, he was pretty candid about asking me things he didn't feel comfortable about asking his parents. I always liked that, and I always told him what I thought, how I felt and everything. Some of the things he would ask was kind of normal stuff, but then there were other questions that nearly floored me. The kind that included girls, sex, his parents, school life and more. I think that, before I ever arrived that weekend, I had opened up to him a little, too. He kind of dragged out of me things about Cody, about the blow-up with my Mom, my own school life. He got me to talk a little about friendships, too. I think it's because I valued our friendship so much, insofar as family went, I didn't lie to him about anything.
If I ever came close, I mostly just stopped short of telling him about any of the sex stuff with me and Cody. I told him about Cody and me as best friends, and some of the stuff we had talked about and done together - just not the intimate things. Everything else, I pretty much laid on the line with him. That helped us both a lot, because it built another bridge of trust between us. I was even surprised sometimes, because Tim seemed really interested in me as a person, sometimes asking me questions I simply couldn't answer for myself: why did Mom and Dad divorce? Why didn't my Mom forgive or believe me about the cam? Was I a wimp or something, or else why did kids pick on me so much at school?
In a lot of ways, Timmy was kind of a nosy kid sometimes, but he always struck me as being good hearted. He always backed off if I seemed to hesitate too much about anything, always saying he was sorry like he did the night before and early that morning, thinking he had gone too far. What kind of 12-year old has that kind of insight, I wondered? Was I that way, especially when I was around Cody? Timmy was personable, but yet still the fun-loving, active kid I had known him to be. We got into hilarious shenanigans at times when online, or in previous visits we had gotten together at. Before that weekend though, he was in every respect, just a tween-ager, a young kid having the time of his life. It was my times with him that let me forget my troubles more often than not, and in a way, I felt like it helped me mature for the better.
That was a part of why I gave in to him so much. Whenever he apologized to me, he would look embarrassed, and I always felt kind of sorry for him. I always told him it was okay, and that he could ask me anything he wanted, anytime he wanted - it was my own hesitancy that created doubt in his eyes, and that doubt would get to me and make me feel guilty. I mean, he was a lone kid like me - no brothers or sisters, nobody to talk to about certain things. He and his friends talked about some stuff, but they always thought he was either too mushy or too nosy, or they wanted to get into things he could care less about. That had surprised me, and I asked him about it once, only realizing the results afterwards were no different than my own: fishing, cars, hunting and the like. So, when it came to certain subjects, he was all ears - and I granted him his little audience, letting him chat with me about everything under the sun.
That's how I found out there were these two girls that Tim really liked, but he was timid around them. He was always asking me things, like how he should approach them, or how should he talk to them. Like what kind of things could he ask that would not make him sound like a dork. It was funny sometimes, because honestly, I didn't have a clue. Still, I didn't want to deny him the trust he was putting in me, so I did the best I could. I mean, I wasn't afraid of girls, and there were a few I could talk with and not get all screwy inside. I just never had the attraction that most guys did, you know? For Timmy though, I gave him the best advice I could. I knew that when I was his age, how much it meant to me having someone to talk to about things, and he was pretty much in the same boat. Whether I lived up to the standards that Cody did for me, I don't know, but at least I tried. I told Tim up front when I didn't know something, but we always talked through anything he wanted to.
Not everything was about the opposite sex, or even sex in itself, that Tim would confide in me. There was one instance where he told me he felt like he was peeing fire, and was scared to tell his Mom or anyone. When I asked why, he told confided to me that he was afraid something was wrong with his willy, but I told him it sounded more like he had an infection than anything else - and that if he did, he would probably need to just get some antibiotics. Sure enough, he confessed to his Mom, and they went to the doctor. Turned out I was right, and the treatment seemed to cure it up completely. That was when, from about that point on, he opened up more about those kinds of things. I mean, I always told him how I felt, what seemed right or wrong, and he seemed to always appreciate it. That was how I kind of coined this little phrase I've used all my life about I'm just me - nobody else, just me. I couldn't be in his shoes or anything, not like he is with his friends, and I certainly couldn't be in his feelings for anyone. In other words, I couldn't walk in anyone else's shoes but my own, but I would always be willing to listen, and tell someone how I felt and looked at things. Surprisingly, for a 12-year old, he respected that, and it was what we built our relationship on.
Lastly, I think Timmy knew how I felt though, being pretty much alone and all. I don't think he ever thought of me as being weird, or gay or such. I can't explain it exactly, but he never teased me about that stuff, or the fact I never talked with him about girls in my life. Being so strung up and depressed over missing Cody at times, I even admitted to Tim that a few times Cody had spent the night, we cuddled - not like a gay cuddle or anything, even though we were naked (but I never told Tim that). Just being close and safe, sometimes hugging or whatnot, was like a different world. He didn't scrunch his face up or anything to that, which I was forever thankful for. If anything, he only asked me what it was like. I told him I couldn't describe it - that some things in life were just that way, that in the privacy of a moment it felt like you were protected, and that you were sharing some kind of feeling, some kind of trust with someone who wasn't afraid to share it back with you. I remember holding my breath after admitting that, and waiting for his reply put me on edge like never before. When he answered me back, I sighed with relief, because he was satisfied with that explanation. He even said he thought it was cool. I saw his smile live, too, in the video camera, so I knew it was genuine. Tim was alright in my book, to be no older than he was, and to have as much empathy as he had.
That's why, the previous night we had spent together, I think he was all willing to be so close to me. It had amplified those feelings for me all over again, and at the breakfast table I must have just been in dreamland or somewhere. More than once Dad raised an eyebrow at me, my seeming attention drifting away at times. He never said anything though, not directly anyway, and at one point I figured I was going to have to settle in. Tim was in a pretty good mood that morning, and it showed with the enthusiasm in his voice. He helped clear the dishes, bouncing around the kitchen at times while I finished up.
After a time, Dad leaned back and studied us both. "So, what do you boys want to do today?"
Before I even got a chance to think about it much, Tim spoke up. "Um, I've got a game today at 1:30, so I thought maybe Sean would like to go with me. Then maybe afterwards, we could just hang around the rink and skate for a while, if he wanted to." He had looked right at me, the question hanging in the air.
"Well, sure, I'll go to the game, but ummm... You might as well know, I don't know how to skate," I answered, blushing.
Tim laughed. "Oh... you've never even roller skated then? Or been out on a skateboard?"
My embarrassment deepened. "Umm, no..."
Dad looked up from his paper and turned to Tim. "Sean probably doesn't have a lot of opportunity to do those sorts of things at home. I don't remember there being a rink or anything around there since I was a kid."
Tim's eyes attained a faraway expression, and then almost immediately he broke into a wide grin. "AAhhhh... Well, it doesn't matter. If you're game, we can still have some fun with the guys and everything."
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Dad, thinking about the day playing out. Seeing me, he raised another eyebrow and I hesitated. "It doesn't leave us much time though, does it?"
Dad laughed. "You two go ahead, we'll have plenty of time when Tim starts back in school. You're here for a whole week, remember?"
I grinned and then nodded in acceptance. Tim was excited. "Great!" he exclaimed, and then proceeded for a bit, telling us all about his team and the upcoming game, including who they were playing, and what hockey was like. I admit, I found it a little interesting. I always liked NFL football, and though I knew he played hockey as a sport, I had never paid much attention to it. He laid it out for us both though, and before long both Dad and I were asking questions, listening to what some of the rules were, how teams played in leagues, and more. What I recall the most was, given his enthusiasm, Tim played the role of the jock really well - but at the same time was pretty subdued about it. Not once did he ever try to act macho, or say anything about how good he was (or not). In other words, he was pretty modest in that respect, and it didn't look forced or anything. It was a good quality to notice in him, because it was a part of his personality.
Later that morning, we left for his house where Dad dropped us off, telling us he would pick us up later that evening, and that we would all go out to eat afterwards. Dad knew I didn't eat out with Mom a lot, and every visit I ever made up there, even though he was quite good at cooking himself, he made it a point to take me to different places and enjoy the outside world, I think. From the moment we entered Tim's house, the rest of the day seemingly went by like a blur. We had barely enough time for him to get ready before we had to leave, and once we were in his room, he wasted no time shedding his clothes and getting into his basic gear. He packed some extra clothes to change into afterwards, then we rushed out the door with his Mom, moving hurriedly to the arena where they were going to play.
Tim's Dad was working that day, so he probably wouldn't be there, and his Mom told us that although she would be there for most of the game, she would probably have to leave before it ended. She worked in real estate (I think), and had some sort of an appointment she had to keep for later that evening. Tim didn't seem to mind though. From some of our past online chats, I knew both of his parents supported him really well, and attended most of his games. That day was just going to be an exception, but they were happy he wouldn't be alone, since I was there to stay with him.
When we arrived, we headed straight for the locker room, Tim dragging me inside with him even as I hesitated. "Tim, I can't go in there with you guys!" That's when his coach walked by us, and Tim hastily introduced me. Then some other players walked by and my he presented me as his "Cousin from Kentucky". For the most part, they all acknowledged and welcomed me there, even as Tim dragged me inside. Some of the guys were in the process of changing clothes, but none of them seemed to mind my presence. That eased me into a half-grin as he pulled me over to the far side of the room, and I watched him stuff his street clothes away for later. With all the flurry of the moment, I didn't spend any time watching the others, though now as I think back, I kind of wished I had. After a bit, when everyone seemed to be dressed, the coach entered the room and gave them all a pep-talk, and made some last-minute assignments and changes, before ushering all of us out onto the floor. Since I didn't have on any skates, Tim led me through to the "box", a place I was to share with the coach, while the other players went out into the rink to warm up.
A sizable crowd was surprisingly already there, many of them parents, friends and family of the players on the various teams, wildly cheering them on. I remember asking Tim's coach if he wanted me to sit behind the box or anything, and he just grunted and asked me why I would want to do that. Then he grinned and advised me just not get in the way of the guys coming in or leaving out onto the ice, and I would be just fine.
I got to watch Tim closely for a while, kind of getting a thrill at being there and being a part of this that was so much a part of his life. Before stepping into the box, I didn't know a lot about the game, but between what I learned listening to him that morning, and listening to their coach, that was rapidly changing.
It probably explained how Tim - along with everyone else - was so fit overall, physically. Moving from one side of the arena to the other, the occasional scuffle between the opposing teams, and the hard-fought scores - it all mimicked much of the TV and movies I had seen thus far. I cheered them on, laughed at times, and celebrated their points when they got them. In the end, they all worked up an unmistakable sweat, and when the final buzzer sounded, they were crestfallen to have lost the game by a score of 3 to 2. I understood their disappointment, but the players seemed to have a good attitude about them as they lined up, exchanged the customary high-fives with the other team. Then, one by one, each team left the rink and returned to the locker room. Once again, I hesitated at the door, but Tim caught me and pulled me inside with him anyway.
Was I really being that shy or hesitant, about going into a locker room where a lot of kids were going to shed their clothes and everything? To be honest, I was, because one, I was obviously older than they were (but thankfully, not by much), and two, I was trying to be respectful about it because in my eyes, it was a one-sided deal. I wouldn't be changing, making my own case of exposure, for lack of a better word, and that seemed like it should be important, to me anyway. I learned different, though. Perhaps for the first time ever, I began to understand the boy psych about not caring about those things, at least not like that.
Once we were in the locker room, the coach gave the usual pep talk, saying it was still a great game, and that they just had a few lousy breaks was all. Never once did he put it on their shoulders as to why they lost, but instead shouldered the responsibility himself, promising they would get them next time. He then established the next practice for the following Wednesday after school, before leaving everyone to their own accord. Once he left the room, some of the kids shed their equipment and grabbed their coats so they could join their parents outside. Others started shedding their own equipment, including Tim, and stripping to change clothes. To be fair, I just sort of sat down facing Timmy in his corner, straddling the benches there with my back to most of the other guys.
That was when I noticed Tim being pretty reserved while he changed, using me as a shield I think to separate him from the other guys. It was noticeable enough that I recall thinking, 'Wow, he really is shy!' What I took away the most, though, was how it made me feel good he wasn't that way to me. He glanced at me a few times from his corner, always smiling and trying to hurry up, but yet he stayed really close to me while he changed. After a while, some of his buddies, also in various states of dress (one was just in his underwear at one point!) gathered around and started discussing what they were going to do. Tim piped up and told them he and I were going back out on the ice, and that he was going to watch and laugh his ass off while I tried to learn how to skate. The others laughed with him at that point, and then started talking with me. It was mostly just idle chit-chat, asking questions about where I was from, what I was into, stuff like that. Before long, one of them came up and put his foot up next to mine. I glanced curiously at him as he commented that our shoe sizes looked to be pretty close, so he offered to let me wear his skates if I wanted. I was really surprised, but I kicked one of my shoes off and tried his on. Sure enough, they were a perfect fit. Then in a bigger surprise, a couple of them afterwards helped Timmy get me from the locker room and back out onto the ice.
The entire experience was, well, okay. Interesting to say the least. One of the guys had also redonned his skates and followed out onto the ice, and the two of them stayed by my side until I at least learned how to hold my feet and balance somewhat. As you can imagine, I fell a lot - much to the amusement of the guys and a few others who had hung around after the game. Eventually though, they helped me learn how to stand and move slowly, and before long I could actually skate short distances in a mostly straight line. It ended up being a lot of fun, and for a while time seemed to just float by.
How much time had passed, I have no idea, but I noticed Dad had come into the arena at some point with my uncle, Tim's dad, and both were sitting up in the stands watching us. Eventually, I was beginning to get sore - not just from falling, but from exercising a lot of muscles just to keep my feet upright and balanced. Tim noticed it, too, and before long said we should probably start getting ready to go. We then said bye to the few guys who were still hanging around, and I gave each of them a mid-air fist-bump, grinning and telling them I had a great time and all. They seemed to be genuine in thanking me, too, for being there and supporting them. Tim and I then headed back to the locker room on last time, where I removed and placed the borrowed skates back into the locker of their owner. I even found a notepad nearby, and scribbled a quick word of thanks before we closed it up. I then looked at Tim as we were tying our shoes back on, and that's when I noticed we were both almost ringing wet. It made me realize once again, how much exertion it had taken on me in just learning to skate, and doubly so for him having played all out in the game. He caught me looking at him and just grinned. "Well, fess up, was it fun?"
"You better believe it! It was blast!" was my quick reply, grinning right back at him.
We found our Dads in the stands afterwards, and all headed outside to the Blazer. Before long we were on the road, and Dad was asking us if we wanted to go out for a steak that night, or go have pizza. Now, you have to realize my - Mom makes a really mean homemade pizza that is out of this world, so that was pretty normal for us. I was of the opinion she could almost cook anything except for one item, and that was steak. They seemingly always turned out tough, no matter how she tried to fix them. Not roast beef - that was a good dish, believe it or not. Since we didn't eat out much though, even for fast food, my exposure at home was limited. It's not like we didn't eat out any; every once in a while, we treated ourselves to something a little different. When it came to steak though, we just didn't do it, so when Dad mentioned it, the idea of steak was an intriguing option. It always was for me, and somehow, I think my Dad knew it.
He made it a point, I think, to always take me out and try different things, always taking me places where I didn't really get to go. He loved doing that, and every so often, he would always give me a little money and tell me to take Mom out somewhere, too. That's another one of those things I loved about Dad so much. It's not that he had a lot of money, just that he was always trying to do stuff for me and making me feel appreciated, and he included Mom in the picture, too.
I remember looking over at Tim and seeing him shrugged. I knew he was probably more of a pizza-kind of kid, which is what made me hesitate. He finally piped up for us both. "How about we get steak tonight and maybe a pizza later, like tomorrow?" I could have hugged that kid on the spot, but I kept myself in check, instead grinning in response to the quizzical look on his face.
Dad saw my grin and then laughed. "Okay, okay... I guess we could do that." His brother, my uncle and Tim's Dad, also laughed out loud, but nodded in agreement.
We pulled into a Sizzler not long after that (I think that's what it was called), a place Dad knew I loved to eat at. The four of us entered and was shown to a table. Each of us ended up ordering steaks that night - even Tim, who surprised me again because I knew wasn't that big on red meat (except for cheeseburgers). Not only did he order it, but he finished it faster than the rest of us! I loaded up from the salad bar, too - something you didn't see much from boys our age, but having grown up with Mom, and being on a farm that had an abundance of vegetables, I had learned to appreciate salads and their various toppings. Dad and my uncle even commented on it at one point, but I just shrugged for the most part, and started eating. Tim participated, too, but only for a rather small portion of salad as it was. We all chatted and laughed, listening to stories about Dad or my uncle from their days of growing up together. I wish I could remember some of them now, but the nostalgia for me and Tim just wasn't there, I guess. Nothing from that outing stood out to me, other than remembering how some of it was pretty cool.
Once again, Tim piped up and asked if he could spend the night, and his Dad got that amused look on his face. "I figured you would get around to that sometime tonight," he said with a bit of laughing as he sat back. "I've already spoken with your mother about it, and yes, you can."
Tim was thunderstruck, almost speechless before he let out a mini-yelp and gave me a high-five. Both our Dads laughed then, with mine making the remark, "These two are becoming almost inseparable, you know?" Tim's Dad just smiled and agreed.
It was about 7:30 that night when we left the restaurant, and surprisingly both Tim and I were feeling pretty tired, even though it wasn't at all that late. I couldn't believe we had spent that much time at the rink, but Dad reminded me that, after Tim's game, we were probably out on the ice a couple of hours. Add the time to eat and stuff, then yeah, it wasn't all that unbelievable. We did stop at a grocery to get some more milk and stuff, and then turned toward Tim's house. As soon as we dropped his Dad off, we headed home and Dad told us to go up and try to not make so much racket wrestling tonight. I giggled out loud, thinking he must have heard our little scuffle the night before, but it was all cool because I knew he was just teasing us. We both climbed the stairs, and I noticed that after putting the groceries away, Dad turned out the lights and headed for his bedroom. We got to the top of the steps and entered our room, where I immediately flopped onto the bed and just lay there on my back, not moving a muscle. Timmy joined me, and for a few minutes we looked at each other before I broke the silence. "Thanks man, that was cool watching you play today."
Tim nodded, but said nothing. I finally pushed myself up and told him I was going to get a shower, that I felt kind of hot and sticky. Once again, Tim nodded, before rolling over and kicking his shoes off into the floor. As I pulled clothes from my bag, I saw him watching me. Extracting fresh briefs and another t-shirt, I sat back down on the edge of the bed and kicked off my own shoes and socks. I slowly pulled off my shirt and belt, and placed them on the dresser with my watch, and looked up. In the mirror, I could see he was watching my every move, and in one way I was kind of thrilled with it. It gave me a chance to show him I still trusted him. I know, that probably sounds stupid, or you may even be getting tired reading about it so much, but in the mind of a 15-year old, it's like I've been saying - I was still finding myself, and just beginning to come out of my mostly 3-year rut.
Thinking back, I wasn't anywhere as nervous as I had been the night before. Having been around each other as much by then had made me drop some of that awkwardness, I think. It was a lot easier for me when I stood up and decided to just unbutton and drop my jeans in front of him again, for the second time that weekend. As I kicked them off and started out the door to the bathroom, I knew fully well his eyes never left me. I honestly didn't care, though. Not because I was trying to be sexy or anything like that, but because he had showed just as much trust in me that weekend, and I was just trying to give some of it back. I started the water in the shower, adjusted the temperature, and dropped my briefs to the floor then before placing my glasses on the vanity. I got in and pulled the curtain around me like usual. I never closed the door or anything, and after rounding the doorway, I never saw Tim's face from that point onward.
As the water hit me, I felt a lot my aches and bruises acquired that day start to diminish. The hot water was soothing me, causing me to feel a lot better, so I leaned against the wall for a moment and closed my eyes to soak it all in. How long I stood there, I do not know, but I do know I was completely oblivious to anything going on around me. I heard nothing but the sound of shower and its steady stream hitting me on my chest and back as I turned around slowly.
Somewhere along the way, I remember getting a funny feeling - one of those sixth sense feelings you sometimes get. It was kind of like a tickle at the back of your head, making you aware of something but not knowing exactly what it was. I was facing the shower then, so it caused me to open my eyes and look around. There stood Tim, inside the tub with me, pulling the curtain back into place around us.
I was shocked, and he quickly put a finger to his lips, quietly hushing me before I made any kind of sound. For an instant, I thought about covering myself, but then decided what was the use. I nodded and understood, watching him move closer, fully naked and with a fully hard boner leading the way - so hard that, even though I didn't drop my eyes down to look at him immediately, I could already tell it was thrusting not outward, but upward at us. He grinned, I think waiting to see what I would do or say. There was no point in my questioning him about any of it. I didn't ask him if he was sure about this or anything, because there he was, already in front of me. I grinned back, then giggled ever so softly, to which he as well before stepping up close to me under the water. We made full contact as he shut his eyes, the water now trickling down over his head and into his face. We were so close, both his "Little Tim" and my "Little Sean" - which was not quite so little anymore, trust me - started bumping and kissing with each other, hugging their own armless sides.
I'm not sure which of my emotions were more prevalent at that moment. One way, I was still paralyzed I think with the shock he was doing this. This was NOT like some after-game event, or after-gym thing where guys grabbed a shower together, before returning to the real world. In those cases, most guys ignored each other's nakedness, right? Or at least didn't let any interest show for fear of being typecast as a queer or worse. No, this was me and my cousin, a younger cousin at that, I guess testing ourselves. The fact it was being initiated by him more so than me, made me not worry to much about being a pervert or anything, to him. I was happy, curious and everything rolled up into one. Since the night he mooned me on the cam, I had wondered what he might be like - and now I was finding out!
He reached beside me after a minute and took the bar of soap, and a washcloth from a nearby shelf. Lathering up the cloth, I watched him mercilessly, taking him in. Instead of soaping himself up though, he took the cloth and started washing my chest and shoulders, under my arms, everywhere he could reach on my upper body. It surprised me at first, but I knew he was enjoying it. He had me turn around at one point and did the same to my back, even moving down on my butt and pushing into my crack somewhat, before dropping to his knees and continuing up and down my legs. Oh my, it was stimulating and ... yep, even exciting, feeling his smaller hands doing what they were doing. He turned me around again, and he looked at my now fully hard cock up close, glancing up and grinning at me. I blushed a little, but I did not turn or hide or anything. There was a silent question crossing his face, and I realized he was waiting for permission or something. I grinned sheepishly at him, and in answer I spread my legs and nodded. It was all he needed, because then he started pushing his hand up between my thighs, and between the washcloth and his bare hands, he cupped and cleaned everything in my groin, using care around my nuts and rubbing, even playing with my boner. I almost closed my eyes as the second person in my life to ever hold me and play with my privates, did his thing. As I watched though, he was amazed at my skin and uncut-ness, and I was reminded of another time when a certain boy had been that way with me as well. It was almost Deja Vue, and I couldn't help but get an extra kind of thrill from it. Of course, him handling me was making me even harder, and I started to pulse and throb in his hand, causing him to smirk. His handling wasn't meant so much in a sexual way I think, other than he did more than once pull back on my skin a couple of times. Each time he did it, however, he stopped after a certain point, obviously unsure.
Eventually, he let go of me and stood up, handing me the bar of soap and washcloth, before pulling me away from the shower head and taking my place under the stream of water. He raised both hands to the sky and then waited for me, and as I started, I was thinking that was really cool. Until then, I had been totally fine, but I have to admit that for whatever reason, I was suddenly unsure of myself. Nervously, I soaped up the cloth with shaky hands and then tried repeat the performance he had done with me. Although he had not once been nervous his touching me, it was obvious how apprehensive I was handling him, feeling clumsy at times, and even dropping the soap. As I bent over to get it, I even knocked off a bottle of shampoo from the shelf.
It was then that Timmy, who had been watching me the whole time, took his hand and placed it on top of mine as I reached his belly. He held me there for a second, looking at me curiously. "Why are you so nervous, bro? It's just me!" he whispered, loud enough to be heard over the streaming water. Then, he stepped close and moved my hand right on top of his own boner, before speaking again. "So, what if I've got a dick, sheesh, you've got one, too! Come on, it's cool, I trust you."
"Even though we've both got boners?" I asked, finally grinning and sighing with relief.
He leaned and whispered close to my ear. "Especially now that we've both got boners!"
I wasn't sure why, but for some reason that calmed me down, and when he let go and stepped back, I continued. My nervousness left me, and I felt a lot better about what I was doing. When I dropped to my knees, I went all around his mid-section, avoiding my prize - mostly because it wasn't mine, not what I had expected anyway. I did sneak some looks here and there, but I concentrated more on relaxing and taking my time, being patient as I finished with his feet. When I glanced up at him, I only had one last area to go. He grinned down at me and took my hand again, putting it right on his shaft, right on this thing that was pointing almost straight up. I remember that was wickedly cool for some reason. Me and Cody, ours might have curved up some, but were always pointing out than anything else. Tim's was so stoked that it pointed upwards, and if I had been standing, most likely would have pointed right at my face. It was so hard to my touch, and throbbing and pulsing repeatedly as if waiting for me. "Go on, I did you, so do me," he whispered aloud, still holding my hand in place until I nodded, grinning back. Then he let go and closed his eyes, waiting.
I took a deep breath and then I did it - I looked at him up closely. Even without my glasses, I was close enough to take him in completely, something I had not done in a long time again. With my hand, I started to gently feel around his shaft, knowing it was now or never if I was going to explore what he was like. It was so cool looking at his hardness in front of me. I found it did have a slight curve to it, now being up close, and his willy had a cut crown that peeked out at me. I could only imagine how much blood had to fill him inside, in order for it to point skyward like it did. Seriously, with knowing how Cody was, and combined with what little porn ads I had seen, I didn't think peeps could get so hard as to do that. Seeing Timmy surprised me like.
Without using the washcloth, I lathered my hand up extensively and then gently cupped his scrotum, which hung loosely underneath him. I heard him gasp when I did that, and I grinned because I knew how it had felt to me, my first time Cody did it. Was all of this going to be a repeat, a same set of feelings for Tim? I didn't know. How could I, right? I just know, sort of, how it was for me, but if it was anything similar for him, then Tim was in for a treat, I think. I leaned in and lifted them, looking underneath, and noticed that his nuts were different than mine. Not only just loose and low-hung, but the scrotum was rather thin-like. His marbles seem to be more profoundly visible inside. That was another fascinating part of him I learned about, and thought was cool.
I could also catch a faint scent of him while I was there, even above the scent of the water and soap we had been using. I so wished I could have gotten more, as I played with them - definitely more sexual-like than just washing them. I glanced up at times and saw his eyes were still closed, but his mouth was opened with that mesmerizing look. Yep, he was enjoying it alright. He didn't care what I was doing, but was rather soaking it all in. Maybe he, too, had never had someone besides himself, feel around and play down there. You could see that peaceful expression on his face. If I hadn't been afraid of crossing a line with him, I might have taken him then, sucking and tasting him right then for all it was worth. That would have given him a full, one-of-a-kind experience, I think. I couldn't do it though, at least not then. He might not have cared, but I cared, and I was going to have to be sure of us before I made that step. He was my cousin, and I did not want to perv on him like one had once done to me.
Before finishing, I moved up to Tim's raging hard member and used my bare hand to go up and down it a couple of times, before finally letting the water rinse it off. He got weak in the knees for a few seconds, but then stood again as if nothing happened. If I were guessing, he had about 4.5 inches of softened hardness there, and his crown was pulled back so tight that the tip displayed like it was an arrowhead almost. My own dick was skinny, but it was a lot thicker than his, mostly because I was older, I think. By comparison, I think I was probably between 5-5.5" or so, finally, having added a little more length in the past 12 months or so, but still short of that six-inch norm you hear about for most guys my age. I took my thumb and played over the end only once, but upon hearing him gasp again, I worked my way into his pubes. For 12-years old, he had quite a little base, I think - more than I think I had at his age! They were so soft too, even while wet, and almost shiny while totally black in color, compared to my own reddish-brown. They were not thick, as he was still developing them, I think, but they were already bunched at the top and along the side of his crotch, telling me he had been building them already for a while. I remember my fingers ran through them once, even though the soap had pretty much been washed away by then, feeling them completely. I was looking, feeling, exploring him up close, doing everything short of jacking him off, and thinking it was really cool.
Suddenly it occurred to me that, even though he had played with me somewhat, he hadn't taken the close-up tactic I had, and that made me blush. I mean, the amount of time I spent doing it all, was greater than the amount of time Tim spent with me. That was okay, but I wanted this to be a fair exchange, you know? It wasn't so much trying to spend equal time or effort, but rather it was about exploring, and he didn't mind me exploring at all. I looked at him finally and saw that he was grinning back down at me.
There was no question I was being much more sexual about everything than what he had been, but I didn't care at that point. He enjoyed it as much as I did. I tugged on his raging member one last time, pushing it down and letting it flick back up to his belly, before giggling and turning him around so I could do his back. This time, he turned and spread his legs. I was much calmer now, and I did a much better job at it as he had done to me. I washed his butt, down in his crack and between his legs, which he spread extra wide to let me in there. I remember even feeling his butt hole a little, and we both giggled for no apparent reason. He liked it though, shaking his butt at me, before we both laughed and I finally stood up.
I turned him one last time to face me, grinning and giggling as he was doing to me. I leaned back against the wall, in full view of him, reaching down and pulling the skin back on my cock. It was my way of finishing up what he really didn't do - probably didn't even know to do - cleaning the inside of my skin. It was everything I could do to keep from bursting out laughing when I saw the look on his face. As he watched, his eyes grew wide with amazement as my crown appeared and, for the most part, looked pretty much like an older version of his. He hadn't pulled my skin back that far, and as it retracted - if there is such a word, considering the raging hard-on I already had stretching everything to the gills - it still covered me up most of the way. He reached out then and touched me when I had finished, pulling it back for himself like he had seen me do, obviously fascinated by it.
I knew then what would be cool for him, having done it a few times and watched those same expressions cross Cody's face. I stepped back ever so slightly again as he let go, and grasped his boner, bringing it down to meet my own face to face - or in this case, head to head. Then I made them kiss, right on the slit, as I pulled my skin back, and when the position was right, I pushed it back up and over, covering his crown. I had no inhibitions about it, we were already in the sexual play enough as it was, so I engulfed him as far as my skin would let me. As I got older, the amount wasn't as great as when Cody and I first did it, but in this instance, it was enough such that when I pushed, or rather forced my skin up and over, he still got the full effect. He gasped and pushed forward, making our crowns press hard against each other. He took over holding the end of my skin and circled his fingers around it, clamping it down on his cock and pulling as much from me as I would give him. I gasped too, because he was doing something to me, too, on the inside. If I wasn't careful, the sensations electrifying me was going to cause me to cum on the spot.
We did this for what had to be 2-3 minutes before Tim let go, looking up at me and grinning that silly grin of his. He then whispered in my ear. "Shit, that was fucking awesome Sean!" I giggled at his curse, as I was not used to hearing it from him, before I whispered back, "I know!"
We finally turned off the water and just stood there for a moment, looking at each other. I so wanted to hug him just then, but instead I finally mouthed the words 'Thank you', and he immediately pushed a finger to my lips, shaking his head. Whispering in my ear, he announced playfully, "We're not done yet." He then turned and pulled the curtain back, before grabbing a towel and quickly drying me off. When he finished, I stepped out of the shower and pulled him with me, before I returned the favor. We were both still hard when I finished, and I felt an excitement build in my lower tummy. Could messing around with someone 3-years younger than me be so satisfying? He gently pulled me with him, so I grabbed my glasses and we turned off the light. Tip toeing, although I had no idea why, because the whole of the downstairs was as dark as you could imagine, Dad well established in his room, we made our way into the bedroom once again, where I closed the door and Tim dragged me over to the bed before turning on the table lamp. The bed, still unmade from the night before, awaited us as he fell in, pulling me in on top of him. Both of us were still naked as the day we were born, and giggling at each other.
When we got in, he pushed me onto my back before climbing on top. Staring me in the face, that smile of his was melting away all my worry, I think. He thrust and ground us a little together then, our cocks touching and making out with each other. It made me grin and whisper to him. "I wonder who's raping who now?"
Tim laughed. "Shut up, you dope!" He looked at me and then spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?"
I was shocked. "Who would I tell? No way! Why would you even ask me that?"
He blushed before looking away. "I don’t know, I just thought..." He let the trail go unfinished, but his eyes returned to observe mine.
I could probably stop this here. The details haven't been so much sexual up to this point, only describing what, I think, was the exuberance in his eyes, and what he saw in me. Even what follows is not that much different than how I got things explained about Cody and myself, but Tim was new to this, and for once I was in a position of knowledge, I think. Enough knowledge I wanted to restrain and be more careful what I dragged him into. But as you go on, you'll find out I didn't have to. It was his curiosity, and his subtle settling in his head what was happening was to be so natural between us. If nothing else, this was a part of something that settle my heart, and was special to not only him, but to me.
I grabbed his butt and pulled him down onto me even harder, something he enjoyed as much as I did. "There is no way Tim, no way I would fuck this up and tell anyone. Besides," I paused as I wiggled beneath him, making us rub back and forth, "this feels too... awesome... to lose with you."
At that he closed his eyes and smiled, and his mouth opened as we ground our groins together. I knew what I wanted to do, but again, there was that family thing. I wasn't scared to do it, but I was kind of nervous. I didn't know how far he wanted to go in messing around, but I figured if we had come this far, if HE had come this far with ME, then, well, maybe...
"Tim?" He opened his eyes. "You're awesome bro, you know that? I really mean it."
He whispered back to me. "You are too."
I hesitated. "Do you really want to feel it? I mean, feel something awesome and good?" His response was a change in his composure, one grinning wickedly again, but he didn't say anything. I waited, and then added, "I promise, no raping, cross my heart." That made him laugh, and then he nodded. That was when I made my decision, and there was no going back now. I suddenly wanted to do it, too, and my own inhibitions left me. I gently pushed him to my side and onto his back, exposing his entire belly and groin to me. There was that raging hot rod again, this time pushing up on his own away from his belly. Damned, to be that hard was giving me a turn on! I watched him the whole time, watched his expression - if he gave me any hint or indication of hesitation, I was going to stop. He didn't though, waiting and watching me instead, giving me nothing more than a grin. I'm not totally sure, but he may have already gotten the idea of what I was going to do, because when I hesitated, I felt him thrust his hips up at me ever so slightly underneath. I grasped and felt his dick, still throbbing continuously against me. It was enough, so I went down on him, taking him in my mouth slowly at first, just putting his head inside my lips.
He groaned and bucked ever so slightly, then I felt his hands on my head, and for a split second I thought he might be trying to pull me away. Instead though, as he got his grip, I felt him push up inside of me, all the while pushing my head down. His breathing stopped as he sucked in his gut. "OOhhhh sshhheeeeeeesh...." He muttered. "Oh fuck, oh shit.. oh ffuuuccckkk!" I giggled as he gasped again, and I felt him throb hard against my tongue. That's when I finished the ritual and started to taste his rigidness. At that point, I started dancing around and licking him up and down on the inside. I pulled back and dancing on his tip, my tongue moving in circles taking him all in, kissing with his pee hole, sampling all the sweet taste his cock would give me, before plunging again all the way to his base. Not surprisingly, I was able to take him in completely, and that added an extra case of coolness to what we were doing.
I heard him finally exhale as his gut returned to normal, whispering all the while, "Aaahhh mmaaannnnnn... sshhhiiitttt, don't stop Sean... aaahhhh fuccckkkkkk...." He was getting everything out of it I wanted him to have, so I didn't relent. At one point, he started thrusting into my mouth, so I started bobbing up and down on him. I even moaned myself as he filled my mouth, swelling and pushing inside of me. He was so much smaller overall, that each time he thrust, it felt like he was doing exactly that: fucking me in my mouth. In less than a minute, I felt a surge building up inside of him, and I felt him start to pull my head back and pull himself out. I refused, clamping down on him completely and putting my tongue into overtime, working him feverishly. I was committed to seeing him through all the way, and when it overtook him, he heaved into me a huge eruption of cum. I knew I could cream a lot, especially at his age, but then he had his own record to break, I think. Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was because he was still so young in a sense. Still, his loins were just gearing up his maximum factory for the days to come, I think. Heck, maybe he hadn't jacked off in a few days or something, but the point was he flooded me, and I sucked and licked all of it, milking his stiffness inside me to the hilt. I played with his scrotum, and pushed my fingers around his pubes as I went up and down. I went all the way down to his base, licking and sucking, slowly coming off up to the tip just to repeat and do the same thing again. It had been ssooooo long, I had forgotten what sucking another boy was like, I think. Forgotten how it tasted, how it felt. Tim's cum was salty, but even nuttier than mine own, and just as creamy as could be expected. I had no inhibition of taking it all in until he dried up.
When he finally subsided into dry heaves, gasping for breath, he lay still and totally exposed to me. I just held him in my mouth for a moment, until his breathing became more regular, closing my eyes and savoring the moment for myself. I finally pulled off and nuzzled around in his pubes, even around his nuts, taking them into my mouth one at a time, sampling their taste before letting them go. He groaned at that, and again reached to hold my head down there, but eventually I turned my head toward him and laying it on his belly. My right hand came up and held his crotch, softly feeling and massaging everything around it. I watched him come down from his peak with a look of pure ecstasy covering his face. I also noticed off to the side how he had pulled on the sheets so hard that, at some point, they came off one corner of the bed. When he opened his eyes, I smiled at him, suddenly nervous about what he would say, nervous about whether I had gone too far.
I shouldn't have been nervous, though. Timmy grinned, and his expression said it all. "Well?" I asked him, "How was it?"
He couldn't answer me, and I knew exactly how he felt. I brought my head up and kissed his belly button for some reason before moving up onto his chest. "Talk to me bro, I have to know. I have to know that was okay..." My voice was shaky, unsteady, but the words and the meaning were clear; it was from my heart, and his response was going to mean everything to me.
He finally spoke, his voice just above a whisper. "That was so.... so... awesome, Sean."
I nodded and smiled. "You're okay with it then? Honest?"
Timmy grinned back and then shifted, and pulling me up to him and putting both his arms and legs around me. He held me in the tightest, warmest hug and embrace I think I had ever had. "Honest," he whispered in my ear.
I liked to have fallen into him with relief, and he knew it. "I'm glad bro, I was scared..."
He hugged me tighter, shushing me, and then whispered again. "You can rape me like that anytime you want, bro! I never knew something so gross could feel so fucking fantastic!"
I giggled and we both laughed as I rose up and looked into his eyes. "Tim, that's not raping. I mean, you know that don't you? Raping is something else entirely."
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know what it is Sean, I know... I don't care what it is though, that was just so cool!" He looked at me. "You swallowed me? You actually swallowed my cum?"
I nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah, I know. "
He grinned at me. "What was it like?"
I thought about it for a minute. "It's like, well, kind of creamy and salty, I guess. It's not like pee or anything." He nodded, so I went on. "I don't think I could ever have done it, you know, because if you think about it, it's kind of disgusting at first." I hesitated, but I saw trust in those eyes, so I just told him. "Cody sort of talked me into it though, and I just did it. I tasted my own first, and then I tasted his." That grin of his grew even bigger, and I went on before he could even ask the question. "Yes, I sucked him, and he sucked me. We haven't, like, screwed or anything. I mean, I'm not queer or -"
Tim did that thing again, putting a finger to my lips and shushing me. "I don't care, Sean. I know you," he whispered. "Th-that was the most awesome thing I've ever felt, though!"
I smiled. "You liked it, huh?" He nodded, so I asked him, "You, like, jack off and stuff, right?"
"Oh yeah," Tim answered quickly. "That's nothing, though, not even fucking close to..." His voice trailed off, staring at me. I knew what he was trying to say, so I finally pulled away and rolled over on my back, pulling him close to me again. In turn, he wrapped his fingers around my dick though, which was still hard and boned up, and started to jack me off. I stopped him though, and pulled his ear close to my lips so I could whisper. "You don't have to do it, Tim. What I did bro, I did it all for you."
Tim gave me that annoyed look of his and admonished me. "Shut up, you dork! I..." He hesitated, thinking. "I don't think I can suck you though. I mean-"
I grunted. "You don't need to."
At that, he squeezed Little Sean really hard, making me gasp and draw my breath. "I told you to shut up, you know?" He was grinning, so I grinned back. "Sorry, but let me finish first!" As I remained quiet, he let off some of the pressure. "As I was about to say, I want to. I want to do it, and do it to you, but I just don't know if I can right now, that's all. Not now anyway." He then leaned in and whispered into my ear. "But I can milk this monster of yours dry, you know? I WANT to do that, I want to jerk you off, see you spooge and everything!"
He did just that - without waiting for an answer or anything, he played and I just lay there, drinking it in and enjoying it. He shifted around and lifted himself up on one elbow, but then stopped. "Turn the light on for a minute, Sean." I reached out and obliged, watching him then get down and looking at me up close. "Damn! You ARE just like me, I mean, when I pull this all the way back." He looked up at me and grinned. "What you did, in there, in the shower... I almost spooged us both in there! That was so hot! " Hot? Could it be his education in the world of teen sex was more advanced than my own was at his age? "It must be cool having all this extra skin and stuff," he remarked, pulling and watching it move back and forth. That caused me to giggle, but when I didn't say anything, he asked. "Did you and Cody do this, too?"
I nodded. He grinned, but instead of going back to finish me off, instead Tim got up and rolled on top of me again, looking down into my eyes. "I want to ask you something." He was being all serious, so I just nodded and waited. "You're not gay, right?"
I looked at him, really close for a moment; it had come down to this moment, but I wasn't willing to give that up, wasn't willing to face that prospect yet. I mean, I've said it before, I didn't dislike girls. I just figured there was no girl out there that would ever have anything to do with a guy like me. Tim was looking for a direct answer though, so I knew I had to give him something. "I don't think so, bro. I mean, I do stuff, I messed around some with Cody, and now you, but... gay, it's like..." I stopped, unsure how to go on.
As it turned out, I didn't need to as Tim nodded. "I know Sean, and that's okay. It's like, umm, like really hardcore and stuff." I nodded, relieved as he went on. "Then tell me something else, okay?" He waited, so I nodded again. "You said you've never butt-fucked anyone, or anything like that. Does that mean you're still a virgin? Or did you and Cody, like, do 'it' and you're just afraid to tell me?"
I giggled and shook my head. "Honestly, no. I'm still a virgin!"
Surprisingly, he laughed. I couldn't tell it exactly, but he seemed to relax a lot more, being more at ease. "Good," was all he said before pulling me into another big hug.
After a moment I pushed him up again, this time as I wanted to tell him something. "Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, I don't know if I can say this right... like, I've tried it before, but you know how I screw things up sometimes." He smiled, and I took a deep breath. "This, I mean, all of this tonight, as far as I'm concerned, it's like... it's like just being curious about stuff. It's being curious with someone you trust though, you know?" He smiled big time, and then I think he understood, maybe even resolved some inner question he might be struggling with. "In our case, it's someone you love, too, but not like a sexy love, just, you know..."
"Yeah, I know Sean. I think that's really, really cool. I really like the way you describe it, too." He looked at me again. "By the way, you didn't screw that up, that was perfect!" When I smiled back, he added, "And yeah, I love you too, you dork!"
We both giggled and he stretched out over me, turning off the light again, whispering "Thanks for letting me look at you again."
"You can see me anytime you want to bro," I whispered. He kind of giggled and then started to take Little "Big" Sean into hand and get serious, this time jacking me off almost like a pro. I have to confess, all that time through the serious and fun moments both, I had been holding back. The fact I boned up, and stayed that way, made it hard for me to resist, but when he started touching me this way again, there was nothing more I could do to hold out. Honestly, I didn't want to anymore by then. "Tim, I'm uh, going to cum, and it might be kind of, you k-know, a l-lot..."
He giggled at me. "Well, I hope so!" If I hadn't been getting so worked up just then, I probably would have laughed my ass off. As it was though, I could already feel it beginning to happen. You know, that feeling you sometimes get inside your dick, where you feel it pulse not just there, but through your insides, too? I felt it almost all the time when I did it myself, but whenever someone was doing this to me, that feeling came from somewhere deeper inside. That little tug behind my belly button, wrapped down deep into my nuts, and then felt electrifying as that sensation reached back out and up into my dick all the way to the end.
It made me gasp, and I barely realized quick enough to throw the covers back even further to clear the way. Tim was milking me hard and steadily, not so tight it hurt in any way, but it created a different sensation as he used his thumb to play across my glans when they appeared. When I pushed my feet down into the bed, my legs spread wider and my thigh muscles contracted together right before it happened. I was erupting then, and man was I going full tilt! I had gobs going everywhere up and down my chest, my belly, onto Tim's hand and fingers. My gut was sucked in, and I was gasping, trying not to cry out, all of which made him giggle again. Oh man, I hadn't been jacked like that in a good while, nor had I cummed like that either. Tim kept massaging and pumping me, but softer and more gentler as I gave up everything I had.
When I finished, I collapsed and saw Tim glancing at me. When I started to go soft, he finally pulled his hand away and reached for some tissues before cleaning me up somewhat. After a moment, I took some tissues myself and helped him, to which he finally broke the silence. "Wow, and I thought I cummed a lot!"
I grinned at him sheepishly. "You did."
Tim laughed as he reached for the seemingly last gob, collected and pooled right under my belly button. Instead of wiping it up, however, he studied it for a moment. Then glancing up at me, he swirled his finger in it. It was then I had this feeling he was about to do something else, and I quickly shook my head. "Listen, no, you don't have to-"
That was as far as I got. To my utter surprise, Timmy lifted his finger up to his lips and then sucked his finger. I couldn't tell what he thought just then, and I just lay there in a daze, unable to move. You could tell he was sampling it slowly, before he looked at me and nodded. "You're right, Sean. It seems like it would be disgusting and all, but it's really not," he whispered. "It's... It's like you said, kind of creaming, salty but... yeah, cool, too!"
I shook my head, grinning in disbelief. "Sheesh, is there anything else you're going to do to put me in shock tonight, doofus?"
Tim shrugged. "I don't know, unless it's this..." That was when he bent down and took my softening cock right inside his mouth, causing me to suck my gut in again. I felt him running his tongue all over me, tasting and sucking as he held me briefly. If I had not cummed so hard just moments before, I would have been in heaven I think, with a full boner again. Although my willy did react a little, I didn't get that hard though. As he let me go and popped back off, he grinned at me again. "Did that shock you, too?"
I looked on incredulously. "I thought... I mean, you said..."
Again, he laughed and shushed me. "Shut up Sean, you think too much..." With that he climbed back into my side, and we cuddled up, him laying his head again on my shoulder, and looking at me with bright, happy eyes as we pulled the cover up over us.
"Sean?"
"Yeah bro?"
"I know why you and Cody were so close now," he stated, quietly.
"Yeah? What do you mean?" I asked.
"Because I know how close I feel to you right now," and with that he buried his face against me and hugged me tight.