Learning to Share

Learning to Share
By Danny Boy
dannylikesboys2@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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"Kyle, wake up and come eat your breakfast!" Shouted Kyle's mom Victoria.

It was nine o'clock on Saturday morning when fourteen year old Kyle heard his mom shouting to him. He was already awake but had been trying to fall back asleep. Knowing his mom would be angry if he let his food get cold; he decided he didn't have time to shower yet and headed downstairs in his plain white boxers. His mom was a dietitian and was strict about making sure her family had breakfast.

At the table was Kyle's brother Brandon, and their father Mr. Sean Harding. Nine year old Brandon had been awake for several hours already but he had been putting off getting dressed. So he was sitting at the table in his Superman briefs. Their father had woken up earlier to work on the yard before it got too hot; and he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Before Kyle could get a bite in, his mother walked into the room.

She said, "Boys when you are done eating I need to bring all your dirty clothes downstairs. The washer is acting up so I'm going to take your clothes to the Laundromat."

"I'm done eating," said Brandon. "Are we still going to the pool today?"

"Of coarse, your father will take you and your brother when you're all ready," said Mrs. Harding.

"Yay!," cheered Brandon.

"Ok Brandon, go and bring down your dirty clothes now.," Mrs. Harding reminded her son.

Brandon put his dishes in the sink and then headed up to his room. Soon after, Mr.Harding put his newspaper down and then finished his coffee.

"Hurry up and eat Kyle, I want to try and leave soon."

"Ok dad.," replied Kyle who had forgotten all about going to the pool until his brother mentioned it.

Then Mr. Harding sat up and headed up to his room to take a shower. Normally he wouldn't bother when he was about to go swimming. But he was dirty from having worked in the yard that morning. Up in his room, young Brandon was gathering the dirty clothes he had on the floor and putting them in his hamper. Then he strung the hamper bag closed and began to drag it with him downstairs. His mom spotted him and said,

"Thanks sweety, just leave it by the front door and I will take it to the car in a minute."

"Ok mom."

Then Mrs. Harding headed for the master bedroom where she heard her husband in the shower. She wasn't sure when they could get the washing machine fixed, and didn't want to have to go to the laundry mat all the time. So she walked into the bathroom to get the clothes that her husband Sean had left on the floor.

"Honey, I'm taking this towel too, I'll bring you another before I leave," she said.

"What? Sorry, I couldn't hear you," replied Mr. Harding.

Already a little moody from the problems with the washing machine and feeling a bit rushed Victoria replied,

"Never mind."

Then she snatched the towel and clothes, put them in the hamper, and headed downstairs. As she passed the kitchen, she noticed Kyle was finishing his breakfast.

"Oh good," she said. "I'm about to leave, can you go grab your clothes and bring them to me real fast. I'm going to start putting them in the car."

"Sure mom," replied Kyle.

Kyle took one last gulp of his orange juice before putting away his dishes and heading upstairs. Normally, Kyle did his own laundry as part of his chores. So when he looked into his hamper and noticed the dried cum on the shirt he used to wipe up the day before; he became worried. He started to dig through his hamper and look for any other articles of clothing that might have cum on them. Along with the shirt he found a couple of pairs of boxers and tossed them into his closet. He figured he could wash them himself once the washer got fixed. Kyle then pulled his hamper bag closed and proceded to carry it downstairs. When he got to the front door his mom had just walked in from bringing his brothers clothes to the car and she picked up the bag with her's and Mr. Harding's clothes.

"Kyle, can you carry that out to the car with me. I'm in a bit of a rush."

"But mom, I'm in my underwear still"

"Don't be silly, you're wearing boxers. That isn't much different then swimming trunks."

Kyle was embarrassed to walk outside in his underwear. But he knew better then to argue with his mom. Especially when she already seemed a bit aggravated. Besides, there was some logic to what she said.

"Fine," Kyle said hesitantly.

Victoria began to walk out to the car and Kyle quickly slipped on the sandals he had at the front door and followed her out. It was about 9:20 now and to Kyle's relief he didn't see any of his neighbors outside. Kyle's mom tossed the hamper she was carrying into the trunk and began to fiddle with her key chain. Then Kyle tossed his hamper in the trunk as well.

"Ok Kyle, I'm off. Before you go in, can you take this key and check the mail. I forgot to get it yesterday and I want your dad to be able to take care of the bills today if there are any. It's number five."

"I know." replied Kyle in reference to knowing which mailbox it was.

She handed Kyle the key before closing the trunk and walking around to the front seat of the car. Then Kyle's modesty began to kick in again. The mailbox was a community box all the way down the street. It was one thing to walk out to the car in his underwear, but to walk all the way down the street was another. He wanted to walk inside and get some pants first; but as his mom was backing out of the driveway she rolled down the window and said.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up!"

So Kyle started walking and his mom drove off. After passing a few houses Kyle began to feel a tingly sensation in his groin.

"Not now," he thought.

How could this to happening when he was already embarrassed. At least he only had a couple more houses to pass. He would just have to try and think about something else until then.

Back inside the house, Mr. Harding was just stepping out of the shower. To his surprise the clothes he was wearing and the towel that was hanging up were gone. In her rush, Victoria Harding had forgotten to get her husband a new towel before leaving. Not having much choice; Mr. Harding walked out into the hallway to get himself a towel. That's where he ran into his youngest son Brandon.

"Daddy, I can't find my bathing suit.," Brandon whined. Who was worried that he may not get to go swimming.

Not realizing it, Brandon had left his bathing suit in the hamper that his mom took. He tossed it in there after he used it to play in the sprinklers just days before.

"That's ok son, how about you just toss on a fresh pair of underwear. No one will know the difference."

"Are you swimming naked daddy?"

"No, I just got out of the shower," said Mr. Harding as he opened the cabinets and grabbed a towel to dry himself.

Brandon was hesitant about going to the pool in his underwear. But after consideration, his dad didn't seem embarrassed about being naked in front of him; and he had been looking forward to going to the pool all week.

"Can't I wear my Superman undies?," requested Brandon.

"No Brandon you wore those yesterday, go find something clean."

His Superman briefs were his favorite pair of underwear but he gave in; fearing his dad wouldn't let him go to the pool if he caused any trouble. So he headed for his room to change. Mr. Harding finished drying himself and wrapped the towel around his waist as he headed back to the master bedroom.

Back outside, Kyle managed to reach the mailbox without incident. He proceded to unlock the mailbox and retrieve the mail. Thinking that he had overcome his predicament; he took time to go through the mail before locking the box and starting his walk back home. On the walk back he decided to flip through a catalog that some local department store had sent out. It was obviously junk mail but he wanted to see if they had any new video games he might want. That's when it happened. Kyle came across the apparel section; which just happened to have numerous pictures of women in underwear and lingerie. Almost instantly, Kyle had an erection. He quickly held the mail over his crotch and continued walking. Fortunantly, he was already just one house down from his own. Or was it? When he reached his house he realized he couldn't walk inside with a boner. His dad, or worse his brother would notice it.

Once Kyle reached the front door he took a moment to contemplate his situation. When he looked down at his crotch, he realized that his dick had popped out of the fly of his boxers. He shifted the mail he was carrying into one hand and used his free hand to push his erection back through the hole. Once he pulled his hand back out of the fly he was left with obvious tenting in his boxers. For some reason Kyle's brief exposure only made his dick throb more. He heard a car drive down the street behind him and he pretended to wipe his feet on the mat. Not wanting to draw any attention from neighbors, he quickly stepped inside. As far as Kyle could tell, his dad and brother were upstairs. He slipped off his sandals and slowly made his way upstairs. He still had to put the mail in his father's office where he would expect it. When he came to his little brother's room he was grateful the door was closed. After he stepped into his dad's office he looked down at his crotch and realized despite the tingly sensation the tent in his boxers had gone down. He tossed the mail on his dad's desk and headed for his room.

Relieved to be in his bedroom and behind closed doors. Kyle layed back on his bed and took a sigh of relief. He started to consider if he had enough time to jack off before going to the pool. Surely he would want to relieve himself to prevent anymore embarrassing tenting if he was going to be wearing a bathing suit. Kyle began to run his hand down his chest and stomach; then slipped his hand under the band of his underwear. He gently squeezed his dick a few times until he was fully hard. He gripped the shaft and pushed his erection out of the fly of his boxers. Then he pulled his hand out of his underwear so he could stroke himself more easily. He closed his eyes and while he fantasized, he began to leak copious amounts of pre-cum.

"Boys are you almost ready?," shouted Mr. Harding.

Kyle panicked and sat up. It sounded like his dad was heading down the hall and he hadn't locked his door. He was about to shove his dick back in his boxers when he realized how much pre-cum there was on it, and on his hand. He quickly used his fingers to wipe as much from his dick as he could, but now he had even more on his hand. He couldn't just wipe it on his white boxers or it would be totally obvious.

Knock Knock

Someone was knocking on Kyle's bedroom door. Not wanting to risk them walking in on him and catching him cum handed, Kyle used the first solution that came to mind. He began to lick all the pre-cum off his hand while using his free hand to shove his dick back into his boxers.

After knocking on Kyle's door, Mr. Harding began to turn the doorknob to see if it was locked. He walked into his son Kyle's room to find him coughing and making strange faces.

"Are you ok?," asked Mr. Harding.

"Yeah dad, I'm fine.," replied Kyle.

"Come on Kyle put your bathing suit on.," said Mr. Harding as he began to go through his son's dresser. He found Kyle's trunks and tossed them to him. Kyle didn't reach out to grab them because he still had an erection he was trying to hide.

"Dad these are too small, I don't think they will fit anymore.," said Kyle.

Mr. Harding who was already wearing his swimming trunks thought for a moment.

"I suppose it has been a while since we got you a bathing suit, we can stop at the store and get you a new one on the way."

"Thanks dad," replied Kyle.

"Can I get a new suit too?," asked Brandon who had walked in without his dad noticing.

"No son, Kyle is only getting a new one because his is old. You are always losing everything and need to learn more responsibility. If I bought you a new one you would probably just lose it too."

As Mr. Harding was responding to Brandon he noticed that the boy was now wearing his tighty whities. For a moment he considered warning him that the white briefs would become see through if he swam in them. But why bother? When he was a boy his mom always had him and his brothers swim naked. Surely no one would mind if his nine year old son swam in tighty whities.

"Brandon can you go find the sun tan lotion?"

"Sure dad."

Brandon darted out of the room and Mr. Harding then continued to go find his wallet.

Both paranoid of getting caught and realizing he didn't have enough time to jack off; Kyle got off his bed and starting picking out clothes to wear to the store. He settled on jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. Before heading downstairs Kyle grabbed a towel from the linen closet. Downstairs Kyle found his dad and his brother putting on sun tan lotion. Only then did Kyle realize that his little brother was actually intending to swim in his tighty whities. He smirked and took delight in knowing what was in store for his annoying sibling.

"You don't need a towel Kyle, they have some there.," said Mr. Harding.

"Oh.," replied Kyle as he headed back upstairs to return the towel.

By the time Kyle got back downstairs his dad and brother were done rubbing sun tan lotion on themselves. Mr. Harding handed the lotion to Kyle since he would need to put some on once he had his bathing suit.

"Ok are we all ready?," asked Mr. Harding.

"Yes!," Brandon replied excitingly.

"Yeah," said Kyle.

So the boys slipped on some sandals and headed to the car.

"Dad can we go to the mall for my bathing suit?," asked Kyle.

"No Kyle, the mall is out of the way. I'm just going to stop at that new store in the plaza."

About fifteen minutes passed before they arrived at the store. Mr. Harding parked the car and everyone got out. Embarrassed to be seen with his little brother who was still wearing just tighty whities and sandals; Kyle quickly walked ahead and into the store. The store was relatively small and specialized in sports equipment. Kyle began to wonder around looking for swimming gear.

Once Mr. Harding and Brandon got inside the store they headed to the sales counter. The man behind the counter noticed Mr. Harding and his son and asked,

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for a bathing suit for my son."

"I sorry I don't think we carry anything in his size.," replied the man as he looked down at Brandon.

"Oh no, my other son.," said Mr. Harding as he pointed to Kyle.

"Oh ok, we have some right over here."

The man began to show Mr. Harding to the swim suits. Realizing his cover had been blown, Kyle went over to his dad.

"Um, is this all?," asked Kyle.

"Yes, we only carry speedos since that is usually the only thing used in professional swimming.," replied the salesman.

"But I want trunks like you have dad."

"No Kyle, I'm not driving all over town. Just pick something out."

Kyle sighed and began to try and find one he liked. Kyle picked up a blue one which he held up to himself to try and guess if it would fit.

"Can he try it in?," asked Mr. Harding.

"No it's ok dad, this should fit.," said Kyle who always felt awkward trying on clothes.

"Non sense Kyle, I'm only buying you a new suit because your old one doesn't fit. I'm not going to buy you a new one unless I know it will fit.," snarled Mr. Harding.

Thinking it would get him out of having to try on clothes; Kyle reached for some black speedos that were wrapped in plastic.

"Actually I like these ones more.," he said.

The salesman informed Mr. Harding, "I'm afraid I can't let him try those on; but I can offer a free measuring and let you know his size."

"I changed my mind, I do like the blue ones more.," Kyle said frantically.

"Kyle we don't have time to stand here all day while you make up your mind, you can decide which ones you want while the man measures you.," said Mr. Harding who was quickly becoming impatient with his son.

The salesman then led Kyle towards the back of the store where he opened a curtain and pointed Kyle through. He picked up a measuring tape and said,

"Kyle was it?; You're going to need to remove your clothes and put them here."

Since there wasn't anyone else in the store at the time; the salesman left the curtain to the fitting room open. After Kyle removed everything but his boxers his dad and brother walked in.

The man proceded to measure Kyle's waist.

"About 27 inches.," announced the salesman.

"Did you decide which bathing suit you want Kyle?," asked Mr. Harding.

"I like the blue ones.," said Kyle.

The salesman then offered to find the right size speedo and meet them at the register. Mr. Harding headed to the register and Brandon followed. Kyle was left standing in the fitting room in his boxers and took a moment to look around. He wandered if there were any cameras in there. Nah, he thought to himself. Just as Kyle reached for his pants he saw a full length mirror and decided to go have a look at himself. He ran his fingers through his hair; realizing that he hadn't combed it since he never took a shower that morning knowing he would be going swimming. Then he reached down and scratched his pubic area. As he did, he began to feel a tingly sensation in his groin again. Nervous but desperate, Kyle began to rub himself from the outside of his boxers. Once he was fully erect he stood sideways in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction with the size of the tent his boner produced.

"Kyle we're leaving!," shouted Mr. Harding.

Kyle quickly got dressed and ran out to the car. His dad had already started the engine and once he was buckled in they took off. They arrived at the city park where the pool was and Mr. Harding led his boys up. He paid admission and the women behind the counter handed Mr. Harding three towels.

"Do you have lockers in the men's room?," asked Mr. Harding.

"No sorry, you will have to watch your own possessions.," the women replied.

"Ok Kyle we will meet you in the pool.," said Mr. Harding.

"Ok.," replied Kyle.

Kyle had already opened his speedo in the car and shoved it into his pocket. When he walked into the men's room, he noticed a communal shower and two changing benches with toilets were around the corner. It was just like a locker room except no lockers. He sat his towel on a bench, then pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the bench as well. He slipped off his sandals, unbuttoned his jeans, and then unzipped them. He pushed down his pants and stepped out of the legs. He wanted to stall removing his boxers; so he picked up his jeans and took the speedo out of the pocket before folding them up and placing them on the bench. Then he proceded to fold his shirt and place it on top of his jeans. Now it was the moment of no return. He pushed down his boxers and shoved them between his shirt and jeans. Then he grabbed the speedo and stepped into it as fast as he could. He had never worn a speedo before and he wasn't used to the feel. He looked down and noticed that his pubic hair was protruding from the skimpy garment. He was rather embarressed by this and tried to adjust the speedo. To his dismay it barely made a differance.

Kyle slipped his sandals back on and and used his towel and clothes to try and cover himself. He walked out to the pool and became a little less self conscious when he noticed the lifeguard was also wearing a speedo. As he was walking around the pool his dad popped out of the water and said,

"Over there son.," as he pointed to a chair where he and Brandon placed their stuff.

Kyle put his towel and clothes on the chair. He wanted to minimize his exposure and the best way to do that was to get in the pool. Just as he was about to jump in his dad stopped him.

"Nuh uh, you aren't doing anything until you put sun tan lotion on."

So Kyle picked up the sun tan lotion and laid back in the next chair. While rubbing the lotion on himself, Kyle couldn't help but look around and check out the women. Most of them were wearing bikinis and it didn't take long for it to have an effect on him. The discomfort caused by his hardening member against the confines of the tight speedo was overshadowed by the embarrassment he began to feel. While Kyle was distracted by trying to cover and adjust his erection his brother Brandon appeared next to him.

"Look Kyle, there's a diving board!," said Brandon excitingly.

While Kyle was aware that his little brother probably didn't even know what a boner was, he was humiliated non the less. Especially when he looked up and saw his brother standing there in his now transparent briefs. Kyle only hoped his brother's situation would draw attention away from himself; but he was still embarrassed to be seen talking to Brandon. Brandon himself wasn't even aware that his briefs had become transparent after only having been in the pool for a few moments. In an attempt to get rid of his brother Kyle replied,

"Not right now Brandon, I'm still putting on sun tan lotion."

Desperately wanting to play with his brother Brandon replied,

"I'll help!"

Without waiting for an answer Brandon grabbed the sun tan lotion and squeezed some onto his hands.

"No it's ok.," said Kyle who was still distracted by the discomfort his erection was causing.

"But I already got some on my hands.," replied Brandon who was in a good mood and just wanted to be helpful.

Again without waiting for a response Brandon got behind Kyle and started to rub some sun tan lotion on his back. Kyle decided his brother's assistance was a good excuse to lean forward, which would make it easier to cover himself. The sun tan lotion left an obvious sheen so Brandon could tell that his older brother had already put some on his arms and legs. Once he was done with Kyle's back he squirt more into his hands and moved to Kyle's front. Kyle leaned back, expecting his brother to hand him the sun tan lotion; but instead Brandon knelt between his legs and started rubbing the lotion onto Kyle's chest.

"It's ok I can do it.," Kyle said forcefully.

Kyle didn't couldn't push his little brother away since he was still using both his hands to cover himself; and since Brandon's young social skills were too lacking to realize how inappropriate it was, he continued rubbing the lotion into Kyle's chest. It wasn't until Brandon reached lower to rub lotion onto Kyle's stomach that Kyle said,

"Stop!"

Brandon didn't understand why his brother wanted him to stop, after all he was almost done putting sun tan lotion on him. However, now that he reached Kyle's stomach he noticed his brother's pubic hair sticking out of the speedo. Brandon recalled having seen his father's manhood when he got out of the shower earlier that day and said,

"You have allot of hair there just like daddy.," as he began to sit back and climb off Kyle.

Embarrassed not only by the comment; but the fact his brother had definitely seen his boner now. Kyle lifted both his knees as he finished rubbing in the lotion that was on his stomach. For whatever reason his boner didn't seem to be going anywhere, so he decided he would just jump in the pool where it would be less likely for anyone to notice it. As he stood up and started to walk forward Brandon grabbed onto the front of his speedos and pulled.

"Diving board!," screamed Brandon, thinking his older brother would go on the diving board with him since he helped him put on sun tan lotion.

While Brandon's actions had clearly been an attempt to change his older brother's walking path; it only accomplished one thing. The release of Kyle's hard cock from it's confines. As Brandon attempted to drag his brother by his speedo Kyle shouted,

"Stop, let go!"

Brandon let go, and the speedo made a loud snap.

"Ow!," yelled Kyle as he looked down to find his boner sticking straight up past the rim of the speedo.

Kyle turned bright red and shoved his dick back into the speedo despite the discomfort it caused him. Then he began to look around and see if anyone might have noticed.

"Sorry.," Brandon apologized for hurting his brother.

Kyle was angry at his little brother and wanted revenge. So he leaned over and pulled his brother's briefs down to his knees. When he let go they continued to fall all the way to Brandon's feet.

"Hey!," said Brandon who was unsure why his brother just did that.

As Brandon pulled his briefs back up Mr. Harding popped out of the water.

"Kyle!, what is your problem!," Mr. Harding demanded to know.

"What? Everyone can see him anyways!" said Kyle who was refering to the fact that Brandon's tighty whities were transparent.

Mr. Harding was angry at Kyle, but he did have a point.

"You're the older one Kyle you need to act more mature. I want you to watch over your brother today ok?"

"Ok dad.," replied Kyle who was relieved he wasn't in trouble.

"I need to go to the bathroom." Brandon informed Kyle.

Mr. Harding was still watching and instructed Kyle to show Brandon where the bathroom was. Not wanting to get in trouble Kyle led Brandon to the men's room. He kept trying to figure out a way to walk and cover his erection without it looking too suspicious. Once they reached the bathroom Kyle pointed to it and informed his brother that he would wait on the bench in the changing room. Brandon walked into the bathroom and Kyle went to sit down. The pressure of his speedo agaisnt his erection seemed to be preventing it from going down. Kyle looked at his crotch and turned bright red again. Due to his extended erection he had begun to leak pre-cum. Since he had yet to get into the pool there was a noticeable damp spot. He was hoping people would just think his speedo was drying, but that would be unlikely since the wet spot was at the tip of his obvious bulge.

As Kyle was busy waiting and dying of embarrassment; two teenage boys close to his age walked in. They had just gotten out of the pool and walked toward the changing bench in front of him. Though he couldn't figure out why; they weren't carrying any clothes to change into. He presumed they had arrived at the pool in their swim trunks. Then one of the boys dropped his trunks and tossed them on the bench, and the other boy said,

"The showers are only there to wash the chlorine off, you don't need to be naked."

"Well the chlorine gets in the suit too when you're swimming and the shower doesn't clean whats under your suit. Besides we shower naked all the time in P.E.," responded the naked boy who was trying to act cool.

Not wanting to look like a pansy, the other boy agreed and took off his trunks. Then both boys headed for the showers. Just then Brandon came out of the bathrooms. He noticed the two boys showering but didn't say anything as he walked toward the door. Kyle got up and followed his brother out. Once outside, Brandon started to head toward the diving board.

"Kyle, show me how to use the diving board.," requested Brandon.

Knowing he still had to watch his younger brother and hoping to get in the water as fast as possible; Kyle walked down the diving board. He began to feel even more nervous, it felt like everyone was watching him. He didn't know if it was because they were waiting for him to jump or becuase he had a boner. Kyle quickly did a cannon ball into the pool and then swam to the side so his brother could also jump in.

The cold water helped Kyle's boner go down and he was able to enjoy a couple hours of swimming.

"Kyle! Brandon!, it's time to go!," yelled Mr. Harding.

The two brother's got out of the pool and and grabbed their stuff off the chair. Brandon started drying off when his dad said.

"Don't bother Brandon, we need to go wash off the chlorine first."

So the three boys walked into the men's room and placed their stuff on one of the changing benches. It was only then that little Brandon noticed his tighty whities were see through and that his boyhood was on display.

"Daddy, I can see through my undies!," announced Brandon.

"That's only because they're wet.," Mr. Harding informed his son.

"But daddy, everyone can see my private parts.," said Brandon.

"Well if you want, you can take them off so they will dry faster."

Brandon still didn't realize his underwear had been seen through for most of the time he had been at the pool. However since they were in the mens room and he did see the two older boys naked earlier; he didn't mind taking his briefs off. As Mr. Harding and Kyle began to walk towards the showers Brandon said,

"You have to get nekky to shower daddy."

"Oh?," asked Mr. Harding.

"Yeah it's the rules.," said Brandon who liked to pretend he knew everything.

Not minding, and knowing Brandon just didn't want to be the only one naked. Mr. Harding dropped his swim trunks.

"Come on Kyle, it's the rules.," repeated Mr. Harding.

Kyle knew it wasn't really the rules; but he knew better then to argue with his dad. He slipped the blue speedo down and stepped out of them. The three boys then continued to the showers. There were four shower heads in the corner, two on each wall. Kyle hadn't seen his dad naked in a long time and his dad hadn't seem him naked for an even longer time so he felt awkward but didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Brandon had never taken a shower before, at home he always took baths. Unsure what to do he just stood under the same shower head as his dad and copied what he did. When the three boys finished showering they dried off. Brandon started drying his breifs and Kyle was about to change back into his clothes except when he picked up his boxers he noticed there was dirt all over them.

"Oh yeah your clothes blew off the chair while you were swimming Kyle. I picked them up for you.," said Mr. Harding.

The dirt around the pool got rather muddy from all the water that got splashed around. So Kyle went ahead and put his speedos back on. Mr. Harding put his trunks back on, and Brandon put his briefs back on not realizing that they were more transparent on him outside then when he held them up inside the dim men's room. Then they gathered their stuff and headed out to the car.

"I'm hungry.," said Brandon.

"Ok we can stop at the Mcdonalds down the raod.," said Mr. Harding.

"I"m not hungry dad.," said Kyle; who was really just trying to talk his dad out of Mcdonalds since he wanted to minimize the amount of people who saw him in a speedo."

"Well I'm hungry too," stated Mr. Harding.

Once in the car they drove to Mcdonalds and Mr. Harding started to go through the drive though.

"Looks like the intercom is out of order, we're going to have to go inside.," Mr. Harding informed his sons as he started to park.

"Yay, they have a playground here, can we stay?," asked Brandon.

"I'll just wait here I'm not hungry.," said Kyle.

"Non sense Kyle it is like 100 degrees outside. You aren't waiting in the car. Besides we aren't getting it to go.," decided Mr. Harding.

"Yay!," cheered Brandon.

Kyle was already embarrassed about walking across a Mcdonalds parking lot that was next to a busy street; but he was more embarrassed when he walked in. Inside, they were packed with what seemed to be an entire Girl Scout troop. Many of the girls started to giggle as soon as they entered. While they were most likely giggling at Brandon; Kyle was probably more embarrassed then his carefree brother was. They ordered and got their drinks before sitting down.

"Daddy, can I go play on the playground now?," begged Brandon.

"Ok, I have to wait here in case they call our order but Kyle will take you.," said Mr. Harding.

Kyle knew this was an order from his dad and led his brother to the playground. Brandon immediately jumped into the ball pit and started to reenact his day of swimming. Kyle was trying to keep an eye on his little brother but was distracted by the stares of the girl scouts from around the playground. Then for some reason Brandon started trying to get his brother's attention by waving frantically. Kyle walked over to his brother.

"I can't find my undies.," whispered Brandon.

While jumping around in the balls; Brandon's tighty whities managed to slip off and he wasn't sure where they had gone. Kyle was annoyed and honestly didn't care. Naive Brandon may as well had been naked after wearing see through briefs all day. So Kyle came up with a plan. He climbed into the pit and pretended to help find his brother's underwear. When he did, he balled them into his fist and said,

"I can't find them Brandon, sorry.," Kyle lied.

Kyle had wanted revenge on his brother all day after he pulled down his speedos. He climbed out of the ball pit and when his brother wasn't looking. He tossed them across the playground. Brandon continued to search through the balls for his underwear and Kyle snickered to himself trying not to laugh.

"Excuse me, are these yours?," asked one of the little girl scouts.

"Um yeah, where did you find them?," asked Brandon.

"I saw your friend throw them.," informed the honest girl scout.

"Kyle!," the aggravated Brandon said.

Kyle started to laugh and Brandon started to slip on his underwear. Then Brandon went and climbed through the plastic tubes so he could get away from his brother. After a few minutes Mr. Harding came and told them their food was ready. At the table Mr. Harding noticed Brandon was giving Kyle evil looks.

"What's wrong Brandon?," he asked.

"Kyle threw my underwear across the playground.," whined Brandon.

"Kyle, that is no way to behave, you are in big trouble when we get home.," huffed Mr. Harding.

"He lost them on his own anyway!," said Kyle.

"That's enough.," said Mr. Harding.

Kyle got angry and stopped talking. Once they finished eating they got back in the car and drove home. As they were walking to the front door; Kyle's hands were full since he was holding his clothes and Brandon took advantage of the situation. He lunged forward and pulled Kyle's speedos down as much as he could. Since they were tight he only managed to pull them past Kyle's butt. However Kyle immediately dropped his clothes to pull his speedos up, leaving his penis exposed as well.

"That's it!," shouted Mr. Harding.

"Since you two can't stop pulling each other's bathing suits down you can just take them off!," demanded Mr.Harding.

"That's no fair!," yelled Kyle.

"NOW!," yelled Mr. Harding.

Brandon didn't like getting in trouble but he didn't want to get in more trouble so he took off his tighty whities. Kyle was shocked, it wasn't fair. Brandon had practically been naked all day anyway; but he was a teenager. Surely his dad didn't really expect him to remove the only piece of clothing he was wearing in the front yard. After Brandon handed his dad his underwear Mr. Harding held his hand out to take Kyle's speedos. Kyle put his fingers in his speedo but stopped when he realized there were people outside. A group of boys who had been playing basketball in the street but stopped and looked when they heard yelling.

"5, 4, 3, 2.," Mr. Harding started to count down.

Now Kyle didn't even have enough time to turn away first. He dropped his speedo and handed it to his dad.

"Now, you two will behave. If there is anymore fighting there will be no t.v. for a week."

Mr. Harding didn't want Kyle to use the clothes he dropped to cover himself and avoid punishment. So he picked them up off the ground before leading the boys inside.

After his father mentioned t.v., Brandon felt the urge to go watch cartoons. So after getting back inside he plopped down on the couch and turned on Nickelodeon. Kyle immediately headed to his room where he hoped to stay for the rest of the day. Mr. Harding dropped his sons' clothes on the floor of the laundry room before heading to the master bedroom. Having grown up sharing a room with two brothers, modesty wasn't a luxury that Mr. Harding was familiar with. He left the doors to the master bedroom open when he slipped off his swimming trunks. Then he grabbed a pair of boxer briefs out of his dresser and slipped them on. Then, little Brandon walked in.

"Daddy, do I have to get dressed again? It's really hot today, even inside.," asked Brandon.

Mr. Harding sensed that Brandon didn't realize his being naked was supposed to be his punishment.

"No Brandon, in fact you and Kyle aren't allowed to get dressed until you behave yourselves."

"Ohhh.," the still confused Brandon replied.

"But daddy, Kyle just walked out of the bathroom with something and he had pants on.," Brandon informed his dad.

Kyle also didn't realize his dad expected him to stay naked; and after getting home he thought he finally had the chance to give his penis the attention that it desperately needed. However horny, he decided to put it off for just a moment in order to find some lubricant; hence putting on some jeans to grab the lotion out of the bathroom. Mr. Harding was agitated by his son's inability to listen to instructions and immediately headed for Kyle's room. He was still only wearing boxer briefs but he decided putting on anymore clothes would be a waste. After all, he didn't know if his wife was able to find anything about getting the washing machine fixed while she was out doing errands; and as Brandon said, It was really hot that day.

Knock Knock

Mr. Harding tried to open the door, however Kyle had remembered to lock the door this time.

"Kyle open the door this instant!," demanded Mr. Harding.

Kyle was shocked, he didn't know what was going on but his dad sounded really angry. He hadn't taken off the jeans yet but he had already started to rub lotion onto his dick. By the time he tucked his penis in and zipped it, his erection had already gone down considerably. He was grateful the jeans seemed to be enough to hide his semi-hard on. So he got up and unlocked his bedroom door. As soon as he did Mr. Harding let himself in and Brandon followed closely.

"Did I tell you that you could dressed?," Mr. Harding demanded to know.

"Um no?," Kyle asked with confusion.

"So then why are you wearing jeans?," asked Mr. Harding.

"I didn't know I wasn't allowed to, how long are we supposed to stay naked for?," said Kyle who started to understand his punishment.

"Until I say otherwise.," stated Mr. Harding.

Kyle wasn't as embarrassed about taking off his jeans. At least it was in his bedroom and not at the pool or in the front yard. So he lowered his pants and stepped out of them. Once he was naked his dad noticed a slight sheen on the shaft of his penis left by the lotion Kyle just used. It occurred to Mr. Harding that Kyle must have been trying to jack off again but he didn't say anything. Just as he didn't say anything when he noticed his son that morning, or at the pool. When he shared a room with his two brothers it was almost unavoidable to see each other's boners or walk in on each other when one was jacking off. Mr. Harding only wished he could be as close to his sons as he was with his brothers.

Bang, Crash, Boom

After following his dad into Kyle's room; Brandon began to go through the stuff on Kyle's shelves. He was trying to get some toy magnets down when he knocked some books and magazines down.

"Get out of my stuff!," shouted Kyle.

"There is no need to yell Kyle, he didn't break anything. Besides it was just an accident," said Mr. Harding.

"I don't care I don't want him going through my stuff. Make him get out of my room," replied Kyle.

Mr. Harding was getting fed up with Kyle's attitude and said,

"Brandon isn't going anywhere, you need to learn to share your toys."

That's when Mr. Harding got an idea. He didn't know how to get through to Kyle; but perhaps he could at least get his sons to get along if they shared a room. Just like he did was he was a kid. So he turned around and started pulling clothes out of Kyle's dresser.

"What are you doing?," asked Kyle.

"From now on you and Brandon will share a room. There wont be enough room for your stuff in there, but for now we can move the stuff you don't need into the garage."

"But I need my clothes.," said Kyle who was starting to get upset. Feeling that he was further being punished by being made to share a room with his little brother.

"There isn't enough room in Brandon's dresser for them but there is a big box in the garage that we can put them in for now. You can get them out when and if you need them again.," said Mr. Harding.

"What are you going to do with my room then?, asked Kyle.

"Well your mom has been wanting a guest bedroom, so we can just leave the furniture in here.," replied Mr. Harding.

"Come on start grabbing stuff and taking it to the garage.," Mr. Harding told his sons.

Mr. Harding and Brandon started carrying Kyle's clothes into the garage and Kyle started going through his room to find things he needed. He grabbed his backpack and some school books and carried them into Brandon's room. Kyle returned to his room, as did his dad and brother soon after.

"Dad where am I going to sleep.," asked Kyle.

"Well I suppose you can sleep on the couch until we figure something out. Maybe we can buy you guys a bunk bed if we don't end up needing to buy a new washing machine.," replied Mr. Harding who hadn't really thought his plan through.

Kyle hadn't considered that his dad might keep him naked until his mom got home, at least until now. Then began to breath deep and hoped his mom wouldn't get angry and punish him further.

"Kyle, since your mom has the hampers still just toss these on the floor in the laundry room next to your swim suit.," said Mr. Harding.

Kyle looked and saw his dad going through his closet. Then his dad handed him some clothes. The same clothes he tried to hide that morning because they had dried cum on them. He blushed bright red and paused for a moment, thinking he was about to get in trouble. However to Kyle's surprise his dad didn't seem angry. So Kyle grabbed the clothes and carried them into the laundry room. He saw his speedo and brother's tighty whities on the floor where his dad left them and dropped the clothes on top. He feared what would happen when his mom saw them later but quickly went back to his room to help his father.

The three boys spent about 45 minutes carrying most of Kyle's belongings into the garage. Luckily they had allot of empty boxes in there that they kept when they moved in.

Ring Ring

"Kyle can you answer the phone?," requested Mr. Harding.

Kyle went into the kitchen an answered the phone.

"Hey sweety it's mom, can you tell your dad something for me?"

"Sure mom"

"The car broke down while I was running errands today. It was towed to a repair shop. I couldn't get a hold of you boys earlier so my friend picked me up. She offered to let me spend the night and give me a ride to my dentist appointment tomorrow. That way you boys won't have to miss church."

"Ok mom"

"Ok bye sweety, I love you."

"Bye"

Kyle hung up the phone. He was relieved his mom wouldn't be coming home tonight and see him naked. So he walked around the house to find his dad. Mr. Harding was sitting in his recliner in the living room watching t.v. with Brandon. Brandon was sitting on his dad's lap with his legs spread wide apart in order to fit around his father's closed legs.

"Dad, mom said the car broke down. She doesn't want us to miss church tomorrow; so she is staying with a friend who can drive her to her dentist's appointment tomorrow.," Kyle informed his dad.

"Ok thanks Kyle, have a seat.," said Mr. Harding.

Mr. Harding wanted Kyle to have a seat so that he wouldn't try to get out of his punishment by hiding upstairs. Also he wanted to be able to bond with his sons, but Kyle's modesty kept getting in the way. Then he began to wonder what was wrong with the car and hoped it wouldn't be too expensive to repair.

"Daddy, what are we going to have for dinner?," asked Brandon.

Mr. Harding wasn't as strict about his sons diets as their mother was so he replied,

"You boys can fix yourself whatever."

Brandon started to debate on what he wanted to eat. He wasn't used to being able to choose and wasn't sure what they had so he climbed off his dad's lap and went to see. Kyle was sitting on the couch and started flipping through the channels. He stopped on some criminal justice show and put the remote down. Shortly after, the show went to commercial. Kyle became agitated when he realized the commercial was an advertisement for Victoria Secret. He started to get an erection...again. Only this time he didn't have anything at all to cover himself except his hands. His attempt at modesty was unfruitful. If anything he only called more attention to himself. When Brandon returned from the kitchen he had a Go-gurt.

"Kyle can you open this?," requested Brandon.

"Ask dad.," replied Kyle.

"Kyle you need to learn to be more helpful to your brother.," said Mr. Harding.

Kyle had no choice but to leave his erection exposed as he reached out to take the Go-gurt and open it for his brother. After Brandon had his Go-gurt back he asked,

"Why does your peepee get bigger sometimes?"

Kyle was both embarrassed at the question and angry at his brother for embarrassing him.

"Shut up brat.," replied Kyle.

"Kyle! Don't tell your brother to shut up!.," demanded Mr. Harding.

"It just happens to boys sometimes. Sometimes it goes away on its own and other times you have to play with it to make it go away.," Mr. Harding answered his son not wanting to go into too much detail.

"Play with it? Like a toy? How?," the now curious Brandon asked.

Mr. Harding tried to change the subject,

"Not right now Brandon eat your yogurt."

Mr. Harding then laughed to himself after realizing his son just asked if the penis was a toy. Brandon decided to sit on the couch next to Kyle while he finished eating. When he finished his Go-gurt, he started to climb off the back off the couch but fell back onto Kyle.

"Ow! Daddy he poked me on my back with his peepee, make him play with it so he can't poke me with it!," Brandon dramatized the situation and tried to fake being hurt in order to try and get Kyle in trouble.

Kyle was stunned. The little brat had faked being hurt to get him in trouble before but surely his dad wouldn't believe that.

"I'm sure it was an accident Brandon, just say sorry Kyle.," Mr. Harding had been watching t.v. and wasn't sure what happened.

"Sorry.," said Kyle in a very grumpy manor.

"Be nice Kyle, say it right.," said Mr. Harding.

"I'm sorry for poking you Brandon.," Kyle feigned being apologetic.

So Brandon got up and continued to go throw his trash away. As Kyle was sitting on the couch he realized his holding his hands over his crotch only seemed to be stimulating his boner; preventing it from going down. But If he held his hands out then he wouldn't be hiding anything. However his dad and brother had already seen his boner so he may as well stop bothering to cover until his erection goes down.

When Brandon returned to the living room he knew he didn't want to watch the crime show anymore and he was bored. To Kyle complete surprise; Brandon walked up to him and grabbed the shaft of his penis.

"Let go!," yelled Kyle.

"Daddy said you have to share your toys remember.," replied Brandon as he started to tighten his grip on Kyle's erect penis.

After hearing Kyle shout Mr. Harding looked over at his sons; and after hearing Brandon's explanation to the situation he started to burst out laughing. Kyle didn't know what to do, he started trying to push his brother away but that only caused him great pain as he could feel his brother's nails digging into his penis. Kyle was sitting down still and Brandon standing in front of him. So when Kyle tried to push Brandon away it not only caused him pain but caused Brandon to tug on his penis. Also, Brandon was squirming around trying to prevent Kyle from getting a grip on him.

It was only a few short moments since Brandon had grabbed Kyle's penis. Nevertheless, Kyle's deprived state meant that was the only stimulation he needed to send him over the edge. The first couple squirts shot up onto his chest before running back down toward his stomach. The next few squirts landed on his stomach and much of it ran down into his pubic hair. The rest of it oozed out of his dick and down the shaft of his cock. It wasn't until then that Brandon let go of his big brother's penis. Which was too late to avoid getting cum on his hands.

Brandon was both enthralled and disgusted by what just happened. Since Kyle came so fast Mr. Harding wasn't able to stop laughing in time to tell Brandon to stop.

"Gross, it's all gooey," said Brandon has he began to try and rub Kyle's cum off his hands and onto his bare chest and stomach.

"Gross?. Yours will make that gooey stuff too when you're older," said Mr. Harding who had finally stopped laughing.

"Neato.," replied Brandon.

Kyle was trying to catch his breath. His orgasm led him to sweat quite a bit. He looked down at his cum soaked body and tried to prevent any from dripping off him and getting on the couch.

"Brandon, if you are done playing then you need to clean up" Mr. Harding said with a laugh.

"There are some tissues on the table."

Brandon grabbed some tissues and proceded to start wiping the cum off of his big brother's body. After the tissue globbed up his efforts only seemed to smear the cum around.

"Stop it, I can do it, just hand me more tissue.," said Kyle.

"There isn't anymore.," said Brandon.

"Come now Kyle, he was only trying to help," said Mr. Harding.

"I'm sorry daddy I didn't mean to make a mess.," said Brandon.

"It's ok Brandon, you didn't know.," said Mr. Harding.

Kyle was angry that his little brother wasn't getting in trouble for playing with his dick. But he was relieved that he wasn't being blamed for cumming on his brother either.

"Dad may I be excused?," begged Kyle.

"No.," responded Mr. Harding.

"I just wanted to clean up.," said Kyle.

"Don't worry about it, the cum will dry.

Kyle was again angry. His erection had finally gone down but now he was covered in cum. Remembering that he didn't get in trouble for getting cum on Brandon; he came up with an idea. He scooped some cum off himself and reached toward his little brother and rubbed it into his hair. Brandon retaliated by picking up the cum soaked tissue and throwing it at Kyle. The tissue made an audible sound as it smacked agaisnt Kyle's face and stuck. Brandon began to laugh but his father interrupted,

"That's enough boys, you are just making a bigger mess!"

So Brandon, settled down and went to sit on his dad's lap. As Brandon fell asleep watching t.v. the cum in his hair was being rubbed onto his father's chest. Eventually, Mr. Harding picked him up and carried him up to bed. Then went downstairs to lock the front door, and then headed back upstairs to head to bed himself. Kyle was still in the living trying to stay awake; but he eventually caved and fell asleep on the couch without a blanket or pillow. As he slept the light from the t.v. flickered on his cum caked body.