Alfred was the star quarterback in his final year at junior high and again the moment he entered high school. Not only had he shot up considerably in height, he had packed a lot of muscle in his shoulders from the training. His dollish face as a child had sharpened, but he still had the same puppyish eyes. Needless to say, he was one of the most popular guys at school. When girls approached him in junior high, he agreed to date them because they had long straight hair, eyes dark with eyeliner, and budding breasts.
His first few dates consisted mostly of sloppy, fumbling open-mouthed kisses, but when he landed a date with a senior, she had dropped to her knees in an empty storage room one day and taken him into her mouth. Soon after, she had asked to see his room, and the thought of taking this girl into Arthur's house and taking off her bra and her panties just a few rooms away from where Arthur sat oblivious in his study sent a dangerous thrill up his spine. He'd agreed, and when he was buried in her wet, wet hole, and driving her into the bed so hard that it thudded against the wall with every thrust, all he was thinking about was wanting Arthur to burst through the door and be angry at them. Perhaps he would demand to know who dared to take the childhood from his baby son, perhaps he would tear them apart, hit him, look at Alfred's red cock.
As it turned out, it was Matthew who had burst into the room, then closed the door quietly without a word. "My brother," Alfred explained, because not many people in school knew, and the whole thing had hardly thrown off their rhythm. Later that night, Matthew had been red-faced and refused to meet his eyes. Arthur did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Despite Alfred's disappointment at Arthur, he could not help but to be smugly gleeful at Matthew, whom he was certain was still a virgin, unlike himself. Matthew favoured his studies and spoke at a volume that was only audible when the room was quiet. He was not so much unpopular as he was nonexistent. Indeed, the only person who paid them both an equal amount of attention was Arthur, a thought that soured his mood again.
Alfred kept up a steady string of girlfriends until he was taller than Arthur, and he finally knew what he wanted. When he rejected every girl who confessed to him, explaining that he wanted to focus on sports and his studies, they were undaunted and still more girls continued to speak to him. But he couldn't date them when he knew he didn't want any of them. No one made his blood pound and his hands twitch with the urge to touch and possess like Arthur did.
His first few dates consisted mostly of sloppy, fumbling open-mouthed kisses, but when he landed a date with a senior, she had dropped to her knees in an empty storage room one day and taken him into her mouth. Soon after, she had asked to see his room, and the thought of taking this girl into Arthur's house and taking off her bra and her panties just a few rooms away from where Arthur sat oblivious in his study sent a dangerous thrill up his spine. He'd agreed, and when he was buried in her wet, wet hole, and driving her into the bed so hard that it thudded against the wall with every thrust, all he was thinking about was wanting Arthur to burst through the door and be angry at them. Perhaps he would demand to know who dared to take the childhood from his baby son, perhaps he would tear them apart, hit him, look at Alfred's red cock.
As it turned out, it was Matthew who had burst into the room, then closed the door quietly without a word. "My brother," Alfred explained, because not many people in school knew, and the whole thing had hardly thrown off their rhythm. Later that night, Matthew had been red-faced and refused to meet his eyes. Arthur did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Despite Alfred's disappointment at Arthur, he could not help but to be smugly gleeful at Matthew, whom he was certain was still a virgin, unlike himself. Matthew favoured his studies and spoke at a volume that was only audible when the room was quiet. He was not so much unpopular as he was nonexistent. Indeed, the only person who paid them both an equal amount of attention was Arthur, a thought that soured his mood again.
Alfred kept up a steady string of girlfriends until he was taller than Arthur, and he finally knew what he wanted. When he rejected every girl who confessed to him, explaining that he wanted to focus on sports and his studies, they were undaunted and still more girls continued to speak to him. But he couldn't date them when he knew he didn't want any of them. No one made his blood pound and his hands twitch with the urge to touch and possess like Arthur did.
He was beginning to think that no one ever would.
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