Chester, my sex boy

I look. The two teens are looking at me and Chester, not really talking anymore. I get the vibes they're undoubtedly straight, but they're getting lumps in their trunks that shows they're not immune to sexy displays of love and affection! My boy pulls me inside a stall, and we begin to shower together, cuddling and necking like crazy under the hard stinging needles of water. The voices of the guys resume as soon as we duck out of sight. Soon, I see them come walking past and stop at the stalls right across from us. They pull off their trunks and both sling them up over a shoulder, and their large-ish dicks stand out semi-hard. Chester begins to work harder on me, rubbing himself against my skin, moaning softly with yearning. Each teen, under a shower of their own, settle in to watch the display, an hand each on their evermore hardening dicks as they jack themselves watching us. I grab the firm globes of my boy's hot butt and pretty much lift him onto my boner. He helps with holding himself around my neck with his arms. Our lips meet as my boy crosses his legs around my waist too. White ooze flow down the drain across the aisle as first one, and then the other teen spends himself. They continue to shower until their dicks have softened to semis again, seems our presence makes them unable to go down any further. I grin stealthily to myself as me and my boy go and grab our towels because it's time to go home.

Home, by the way... I don't want to go home! I want to go with Chester! However, he wants to go home with me instead! So we dry ourselves off - or rather, each other - and start to get dressed. I immediately give my boy my first order of our lives.

"You can't ever wear underwear again, as long as you live!", I say, a big grin on my face as he's about to pull his briefs up over his dick and butt.

"Never ever?" He lets go of his underwear and lets it drop to the floor.

"Never ever. Not even if I die first, because I want to look at your hot bum from heaven and drool."

"I bet my butt will be all wrinkly like a raisin then, and I'll have hair coming out my ears, and-"

"I don't care. You'll look hot anyway baby..." I grab him, and smooch his lips.

"You won't die first anyway. Our kind always leave together."

My heart throbs of love. "Oh Chester baby...", I whisper. After finishing to get dressed, we hurry to ride our bikes back home because it's raining, me looking at his awesome butt and getting super hard knowing he's all naked under his skintight pants, and I see he is all boned up too, probably from having his dick and balls rub directly against the fabric of his jeans; I've tried it and it always gives me mega hardons that won't go away period. I have to take my pants off again and put on some underwear or else everybody would see I was walking around with a dick that was stiff as a board. And waving a dick around in baggy pants is at least as risky as with tight pants, in my opinion. So I only did it a couple times when I knew I wouldn't be around anyone I knew, and that time me and my parents went to Los Angeles and I got to go around for a while by myself. Well actually, I just walked around the block with the Holiday Inn hotel where we were staying and then I was so hard I had to go right back up to the room to underwear myself again...

Anyway, I show the way to my house for Chester, and he follows with no problems at all. I bike pretty fast, but he can keep up with no trouble at all. When we get back to my house, a little warm and panting, I see my parents out in the garden both of them. This is pretty unusual, because most of the time during the weeks they're only outside in the evenings if the weather's good, and then we have dinner on the verandah on the back of the house. Only on the weekends do they usually have the time for proper gardening and such. What's even stranger, they seem to be waiting for me to arrive...

I turn to my boy as we roll up to the gate in the fence. "I'm... I'm just gonna go check what's up, alright?" I say and feel a little weird. Apprehensive, sort of.

"Okay." Chester's giving me this big weird grin, like someone handing over a present to be opened, knowing exactly what's in it. I don't press him for details tho, things are weird enough as it is!

"Hey, Noah", dad calls out to me and they both start coming over towards me as I put my bike away against the garage. "Glad you're back."

"Uhh... Hey..." I feel like I'm in an episode of the twilight zone or something. My parents look like they're about to burst with excitement, and I expect their skin to split open like that of an insect, and bug-eyed aliens with armored chitinous bodies to emerge from inside, armed with mind-control psychic powers!

"Guess what!", my mom says excitedly, and do note that I've like NEVER seen her this excited before! Not this much at all. And, the time dad gave her the pearl necklace was different. "Remember when we talked about adoption, and what you might feel about that?"

I shrug and make a "whatever" kind of expression. "Yeah, I remember we TALKED, sure. But that was what, two years ago?"

My mom nodded. "Yes, about that long ago. But me and your father talked some more, and we decided we should do it. Noah, we were approved two weeks ago, and today you got a brother!" I look at her with shock and awe as she smiles enthusiastically at me, "Honey! Your wishes came true!"

"Oh... My... GOODDDDD...!" I can't breathe! I feel dizzy. A brother?! No way! A BROTHER! Wow! Someone to share everything with-

I'm interrupted in my inner ramblings by a giggly laugh that I already know so well. Chester! He's snuck up on me without me noticing! He tosses himself at me, and I take him into my arms like we are long lost lovers, hugging him and stealthily brushing my lips against his neck, and then it clicked for me. Chester. Chester is my new brother! My heart leaps with joy as I continue to hug him. He truly IS mine, and he'll be mine forever now... Forever and ever!

Mom and dad makes dinner while me and my boy cuddles in the loveseat in front of the TV. He says he already feels more at home with me than he did with his previous parents. He says it like he'd only been on loan to them anyway and now he was back where he truly belongs. Again I don't press for details, even though he is my boy, and I could just have asked to make him tell me anyway. It doesn't feel right to force him, even though I really CAN'T force him to do anything, because what I want is what he wants also.

He looks at me with love in his eyes, and trust. As if he know what I am thinking, as if he feels thankful for me showing him as much respect as I do.

We eat slowly, sharing our first meal together as if it's one of a million previous ones and everything is very normal and very familiar, even though everyone is all excited and everything is all new and totally different. Mom and dad fusses over Chester to make sure he feels comfortable, and he blushes like he's all embarrassed and flattered at the same time. He is so adorable I'm sure my parents are starting to love him almost as much as I am.

"I know I should feel sad about my previous family", he says. "But I don't. I can't. They never cared about me very much, and I don't know why. I did everything they asked of me and more. I always got better grades than my brother or sister, but that wasn't enough either. My brother was always mean to me, he was sixteen when it happened, and would have turned seventeen by now. He always seemed bigger than that though, like several years differed between us, it was always like that. His first reaction always was to exclude me from whatever he was doing, like he was embarrassed to have a little brother only a year and a half younger than himself. He'd hit me and tell me to go away. My dad was almost as bad. My sister was just plain indifferent. My mom... Well, she cared sometimes at least, but usually she just said she was too tired whenever I wanted to talk to her. We almost didn't go on that vacation, and then we almost went to Hawaii instead, but my mother insisted. She said Thailand was lovely around christmas; Hawaii has good weather all year round so you could go there anytime and not be disappointed. We were there almost two weeks, and when it was three days left the sea simply rose up and took them all."

Oh jeez... Poor Chester. He'd been there. He'd been THERE!

"They called it a wave... They don't understand. How could they? They weren't there. It wasn't a wave, it was more like armageddon, the end of the world. The ocean just kept coming and coming, and the water was all brown and muddy. It was so crazy, I saw people drown because they just couldn't comprehend what was happening around them! The sea came flooding up city streets like a dirty river defying gravity, carrying everything along with it, cars, smashed houses, boxes, furniture, debris of all kinds... I was saved by a fat German man. I was nearly dead too when he pulled me up into a tree that somehow managed to keep standing. He saw a woman float by screaming for help, so he let go to try and rescue her too. They both disappeared before my eyes and I never saw them again... They found my brother buried under more than three feet of sand, months afterwards. He was the last, I thought maybe he'd made it somehow and had been living with amnesia up in some mountain village that whole time, but I was the only one to survive. And the worst part of it is, I can't even feel sorry that they're gone." My boy starts to sob bitterly over his peas and carrots and potatoes still left on his plate.

"It's alright", we comfort him. "It's OK!"

"No it isn't OK, they were my family! I ought to feel sorry..."

I get out of my seat and pull my boy up into a hug. He doesn't want to stand, or maybe he can't, but I make him anyway by using my strength to hold up his body, cuddling him tight. My parents crowd in to offer support as well. "It's alright... Shhhh, shhh..." I cuddle him some more while mom and dad continue to hug and comfort him. "It's OK, it wasn't your fault."

"If I hadn't wanted to be given they'd still be alive!"

"That's not true... We can't control what happens in the world. You mustn't try to second-guess the guy upstairs, alright?"

Chester just keeps on crying, but less violently. I rub his butt with one hand, and slowly he relaxes.

"Now sit down and finish eating your veggies."

"I don't like veggies", he whispers quietly, tears still rolling from his eyes even though he isn't crying anymore.

"Yes you do", I whisper back, a slight smile on my lips, my cheeks wet as well because I have also been crying. "Veggies are good for you."

"Okay then", he says and smiles weakly too.

Dinner is more subdued from then on, but closer, sort of. Showing we're accepting Chester into our family, and knitting him into our fabric like he's always been a part of it and not just some new addition. He's starting to accept the transition more and more I feel, and then we have dessert in front of the TV again, vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries that we both mash into the ice cream, because that is the way we prefer to eat it.

"Why didn't those two guys beat us up in the shower before we went back out into the changing room?", I ask my boy quietly.

"It's different for us who are given, and the boys they're given to", Chester replies quietly. "I don't know how, or really even why. It just is. I guess it is because we shouldn't have to worry anymore. We've worried enough as it is, I think..."

"But who gives... Um, who gave you...to me?"

Chester shrugs, a tiny smile on his lips. "I don't know that either. I really don't. I don't really care, because now I am at home. Finally."

"How did you know I was the guy you belong to?" I didn't say, "belong WITH", because this was the right way to say it. He is mine after all, and I intend to take reeeal good care of him too...

"I didn't. Not until you grabbed me. I could feel you liked me. I felt it immediately, and it was so nice!"

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?", I say and smile to myself, remembering what it was like, grabbing a strange boy and pushing my boner against his butt, him letting me do it, and me sperming between his legs... Oh gods, how wonderful...

He curls up against me, pulling himself tight by firmly holding on to my body with his hands. I slowly feed spoon after spoon of wonderful creamy fresh strawberry ice cream alternatingly into his pretty mouth and then my own sharing the same spoon, feeling tingles fill my body and love fill my heart. He looks so peaceful and so happy. We fall asleep together right there, holding hands, snuggling in against each other as our parents look on with delight.

Me and my boy.