I led Isaiah to the car, locking the door to his home behind me, As we climbed in the car he got in the passenger seat with his backpack in his lap, staring out the window as we drove, in an awkward silence. I didn’t know what to say, more so I was worried about my own body’s response to what I’d just seen. Honestly, I hadn’t given much time to my own sexual desires, I was always either busy with friends or school. I knew I was attracted to guys at some point, but wasn’t sure how to go about handling, mostly my sexual encounters resorted to random Grindr encounters that left me confused and under satisfied, I was hopeless.
I turned to click the radio on Megan Thee Stallion’s “Cash Shit” blaring through the speakers, seeming to catch Isaiah’s interest, I smirked and began to rap along with Isaiah’s words. We stopped at a red light as the song ended, I looked over at him with a grin and turned the radio down. The way his knobby nose wrinkled as he chewed on his bottom lip nervously, I took a moment to absorb the the scene. The way his braided hair draped around his head like a beaded crown, and his pink and blue anime T-shirt blended with his light skin, I followed the shirt down to his snug fitting, light blue joggers, he shifted slightly placing his small on his backpack clutching it gently, his voice ripping me from my thoughts. It melodic, pleading and sweet as if my ears were caressed by honey. “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” He asked in a smile meek voice. I snapped my view back to his face, letting out a small sigh, shaking my head. “No, I won’t tell anyone. But, trust me your brother’s have done far worse.” I said with a shrug as I began to drive again. The silence thickening as we drove. “You don’t think it’s weird? If Damien found out he’d probably call me a fag or something.” He said softly.
I chuckled and let out a scoff as we pulled into the driveway of my home, a medium sized home, it had been my home for as long as I could remember, blocks away from the beach side. I parked and turned the engine off, turning to Isaiah with a scowl, as I reached over, running my hand through his brads inspecting them closely. “It’s time for your hair to come out.” I said intentionally ignoring his statement. I opened the door and stepped out, Isaiah following behind me, his face a mystery of thought. I opened the door to my house and cut the alarm off and took my shoes off, dropping them near the door, knowing no one would be there to greet us. My parents were out for the weekend someplace celebrating their anniversary. I led Isaiah through my home and instantly to the kitchen where he placed his back on the counter and bolted over to the fridge, I leaned against a counter, watching him and scrolling through my phone at the same time. “Hey, wash your hands, and you know the deal.” I said looking up from my phone my eyes following his small frown down to his brightly colored pink converses, with a frown. “Shit, I forgot.” He muttered before running over, coming back moments later to continue his expedition through the fridge. He yelped out a cry of triumph as he turned with a large plate wrapped in foil.” Yes! Leftovers. Your Mom cooks the best wings.” He said unwrapping the foil, and sliding clumsily over to the microwave, where he heated up the large plate of wings. We sat down at the table making general conversation as he ate, and as time rolled by I knew I’d have to address the elephant in the room. As he finished the plate of wings, I picked them up with a sigh.
“Alright.” I said moving to scrape the remaining food in the trash and wash out the plate. “So how long have you been..Um, doing that stuff?” I asked not to turn around, I didn’t turn around, it was just as embarrassing for me as it was for him. “Come on, bro. That’s personal. You can’t just go around asking a man stuff like that.” He said from behind me. I turned around with a scoff, giving him a mocking glare. “One, you’re not a man yet. And Two, We’re practically family, and clearly someone didn’t teach you how to lock the door, or turn your phone down so you could listen out for people. Or.” I said with a raised eyebrow.” How to clean up after yourself.” I said, staring at him, Did he even finish? I pushed the thought from my head.
He sighed and shook his head.” I know all I need to know, find what I like and then get busy.” He said with a devilish smirk, his hand making a jerking motion.”It’s simple.” he said with a shrug.
I wanted to be upset and lecture him, but could I really? I mean that’s about as straightforward as it can get with a Twelve year old. “Yeah because that’s what it’s all about. Beating your dick until it’s raw.” I said, rolling my eyes and drying my hands on a towel. “Alright, Kiddo. You know where your clothes are, go shower, wash off whatever it is you think you were doing earlier, and grab some clothes.” I said pointing towards the stairs that lead up to where my bedroom was. It wasn’t uncommon for all of the brothers to have clothes here, or shower here. I watched as he walked upstairs with a sulk and pulled my phone out, calling Damien.
He picked up his voice barely above a whisper. “Yo Bro, I’m kind of in the middle of something, what’s up?” He said in an urgent voice. What the hell was he up to? I shook off the question, storing it for later. I explained the situation to him leaving out the specifics, and was met with laughter.
“Shit, baby bro’s finally becoming a man, so what do you want me to do about it? You’re like a brother to us, don’t make it weird, man. I mean remember that night at revival when we got nak-”
I immediately cut him off, I didn’t want to dredge up old shit, especially things that involved us both naked, and practicing Oral on each other.
“Alright Alright you made your fucking point, Dame.” I said using a nickname I only used to let him know when he was pissing me off. There was a long sigh before he spoke again.
“If I’m not there tonight, I’ll send Zeke some money to pick him up in an Uber.” He said angrily before hanging up. I groaned and pocketed my phone, hoping that he’d be by later.
I enjoyed Ezekiel’s company just as much as the other brothers, but he had a way of being condescending that aggravated me. I walked up the stairs softly, making my way towards my bedroom. As I cracked the door open I could hear water running from inside the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom.
I sighed and sat down on the bed with a groan, staring up at the ceiling. Moments later the water stopped and I sat up, staring at the door. It swung open, a mist of thick steam rolling out from inside the bathroom, as Isaiah stepped out completely naked. We stared at each other in complete shock. My eyes trailing along his body, misted with droplets of water, his light skin was hued with a slight bronze, I inhaled sharply as I reached his lower region, my own stirring in my pants, growing towards and erection as I saw his penis, it was soft and cut about four inches in longer, a clear sign that’d he’d be fairly big as he got older, his sack was starting to drop just a small amount, and was completely hairless, as was the rest of his body. I sighed, my thoughts interrupted by his voice. “Stop drooling. I couldn’t find my clothes, but I did find this.” he said holding up a magazine. Shit…I muttered internally he’d found the stash of jack mags I kept hidden in my linen closet….
“Wanna show me stuff?” He asked with a devilish grin, his eyes staring down at the prominent bulge in my pants.