Brian Goes To College

by Nick Brady

Chapter 1

Copyright © 2015-2016 by Nick Brady, all rights reserved.

Brian had achieved his Eagle Scout rank and was finishing his senior year in High School soon. He had expressed an interest in medical school and Marco and Marty were fully supportive. After the disastrous end of his old Camry, he had been gifted with a nice new red Hyundai Santa Fe in which he shuttled twins Samuel and Benjamin to their various activities. Brian had just turned 18, the twins were 14 and busy with school and Scouts. They had advanced to Star Scout at the same time that Brian had made Eagle and were now looking ahead to Life and Eagle rank themselves. They were a Scouting family and enjoyed all the activities that went with that fine program.

Marty Provided most of the financial support for the family while Marco busied himself with his paintings which were beginning to make a name for him at various galleries throughout Oklahoma and the greater Southwest. They were a happy and functional family, active in the Episcopal church, Scouting and were filled with love and respect for each other.

At the dinner table Marty asked Brian about his plans for college. "Where do you want to do your pre-med? How are your applications going?"

"Well, my grades are good enough. I think I could go a lot of places," Brian replied, "but I sort of hate to leave you guys and go a long way off to school."

"Yeah, you have to stay here with us and help us make Life Scout," Ben said.

"We can't do without our big brother," Sam agreed.

"Marco chuckled, "Come on guys, Brian can't plan his life around you guys. He's making some important decisions right now."

Brian reflected, "I don't know, maybe I can do both. I've been looking into some things. I talked to Mr. Blankenship, my counselor at the high school and he sent me to talk to this guy Dr. Swartz at OU Tulsa, you know, the University of Oklahoma campus here in Tulsa. He asked me a lot of questions about what sort of things I wanted to do. I guess I could go into research or some specialty field if that's what I wanted."

"So do you think you know what you want?" Marco asked. "The medical field is very broad."

"I know and I have really thought about it. Dr. Swartz gave me some literature to look over and there are a lot more options than I realized. But I don't think I want to be in a lab somewhere. I want to be a real doctor, you know like a family doctor and work with people. That seems a lot more satisfying to me."

"You want to be a GP, a General Practitioner? Is that right?" Marty asked for clarification.

"Right, or maybe Internal Medicine. There are a lot of related fields that equip you to do family practice."

That sounds good to me," Marco agreed. "So what did Dr. Swartz suggest?"

Brian began to look animated, "They have this program at OU Tulsa. It's a pre-med program that will give you everything you need for medical school and a lot of history, humanities, ethics and like that. It is a degree in Classics with all the pre-med stuff as electives."

"Does that interest you?" Marty asked.

"Oh yes. How can a person be a good doctor without understanding the human condition? I think that's very important. Besides, I think that stuff is really interesting. I love history. Well, some of the high school classes taught by coaches in disguise were kind of lame, but when I watch one of those Ken Burns specials on PBS I think they are fascinating."

Marco looked at him with a grin. "So you thank that's the right path to take?"

"Yes, I do." Brian looked around the table. Sam and Ben had stopped chewing and were looking at him.

"You say that like you mean it," Marty observed.

"Well yeah, I do. What do you think? Have I got this wrong?"

Marco shook his head. "Not at all. Let me tell you something that Father Hoover told me when I was trying to decide if I should seriously study art. He said to go where my passion was. The more I thought about that, the more I knew what I had to do. I took my painting seriously and have never regretted it."

Sam and Ben started chewing again and were smiling. Sam looked at Ben, "Brian is going to be a doctor."

"It looks like a decision has been made," Marco said. "Good luck Brian. We are with you all the way."

And that was it. Brian began to make application to OU Tulsa and never looked back. It was something of a complicated process but he completed the requirements and was accepted before the end of his Senior year. He qualified for in-state tuition and began to make real plans. That he could continue to live at home made the process straightforward.

Sam and Ben were delighted because they would not lose their friend and brother and Brian was relieved that he would not have to adjust to being on his own. This home was a safe place for him and he had no great desire to leave, at least not at this time. Marco and Marty were pleased that he had made a firm decision and were glad that he would be with them for a few more years. They sat around the table and talked about some of the changes that he would be looking at when he started his higher education.

Marty signaled for the floor. "Marco and I have discussed a few things Brian and we want to suggest something. The classes you will be taking will be more demanding than your high school classes and it will be very important that you make high marks. It's very important that you be able to focus your full attention on your studies. For this reason, we suggest that while you are enrolled in OU that you do not work in addition to going to school. We suggest that you devote yourself to being a full time student with no other distractions."

Brian looked concerned. "But I need to work some. I can't let you guys pay for everything."

"And why not?" Marty asked him. "We have money set aside for your education. Even if something happens to us, you have a trust that will carry you through pre-med and wherever you decide to go for the rest of your medical training. This is what we want for you."

"But you have already done so much for me – it doesn't seem fair somehow."

"What's unfair about it? The money is there and when you are a rich doctor we will expect you to support us," Marty said with a smile.

"Right, and you can buy me and Sam new cars too," Ben laughed.

Brian looked unsure and remarked, "I don't know about that. By the time I get through med school you guys will be in college yourselves."

"We're just joking of course," Marco assured him. "Just know that we support you in whatever you do. We are all in this together."

The next day Brian showed up at the bicycle shop where he worked with his friend Noah. They had not gone out together since the disastrous evening when the old Camry had rolled into the lake while they were distracted with some erotic horseplay.

"How's your business class at TCC?" Brian asked.

"It's OK. You were right. It's mostly reading stuff and regurgitating it back on the quizzes. So what's going on with you? Are you still making plans to be a doc?"

"I am. I think I will do my pre-med at OU Tulsa so I can live at home. That will save me some bucks."

Noah brightened, "I guess that means you can still work here at the shop. That'll be great."

"Maybe, I don't know. A full load of college classes will be a lot different than high school. I'll have to see how it goes."

"So I guess once you start all that, we won't see much of each other," Noah looked away.

Brian shrugged and reached for a wrench, "I really don't know. This is all new to me Noah."

"Yeah, and just when I was starting to think you are an OK guy, you will abandon me."

Brian paused to wonder how serious that comment was. "I don't know, things change, you know?"

Noah frowned, "I guess. I don't much like change. I want to know what's going to happen to me. I guess that's why I've stayed in my crappy apartment for so long."

"But things are going to change for you too. You are starting to school again and who knows where that will lead you. Don't you want to be in a better situation?"

"I suppose. I guess I don't really look that far ahead. I'm different from you Brian. You have all these big plans."

"Yeah, I guess I'm pretty lucky. I didn't have squat and now I have a really nice family and I can see all kinds of possibilities that I never expected to have. I know your situation is different Noah, but you can do more than you think you can. I wish I knew how to encourage you."

Noah Brian a quick smile. "You already have. You're a good friend."

"Hey, some day when we are both rich and famous we'll get together and laugh about when we used to fix bikes for a living."

"Maybe you will be. I don't ever see my being either rich or famous," Noah said. "I don't know that I'd want to be."

"I'm just kidding," Brian assured him. "I don't either. I just would like to be a good family doctor with a nice practice. I think I could be satisfied with that."

"I think you can be whatever you want," Noah said wistfully. "But I will kind of miss seeing you if you aren't here any more."

"Well I'm here right now. That's all I know for sure. I might flunk out and be back looking for a job at my old friend Noah's nice new bike shop."

"Yeah? Well be sure you bring some good references," Noah smiled.

The rest of the school year rolled by. Brian and Noah worked together after school and on Saturdays at the shop and dated occasionally. They did manage to go out to the lake and finish what they had started the night Brian's old car rolled into the lake. This time however they firmly set the parking brake and crawled into the back seat of the Santa Fe to do the job properly and securely. Brian liked Noah and he liked the sex, but he just couldn't see that Noah was going to be the right guy for him in the long haul. They were just too different in too many ways. He didn't want to hurt Noah but he could see that this wasn't going anywhere.

In the meantime he mainly enjoyed hanging out with the family. Being part of a close-knit family was something Brian never thought he would have and he wanted to enjoy it while he could. His classes at high school were not that demanding and he spent whatever spare time he had with Sam and Ben. They were old enough now that the age difference between them seemed minimal and they enjoyed each other's company. He encouraged them to work on the merit badges required for their Life Scout, helped them with their homework or tossed around a baseball or shot baskets in the driveway. Sometimes Marco and Marty joined them, sometimes with some neighborhood kids, sometimes alone. Brian was content.

When he got home from work in time Brian would take Sam and Ben to scouts and participate as best he could, mainly by helping the younger scouts with merit badges and hanging out with Luke and some other friends from the troop. They planned monthly campouts but Brian's work schedule precluded his joining them. He was a busy guy. Other than gas for the Santa Fe and the bit of pocket money he allowed himself, he banked most of his earnings. While the major part of his college expenses would be covered, he was determined not to have to ask Marco or Marty for any other money. It might have been easy to ease into being supported by them, but he had a sort of pride about that. He didn't want to be a taker.

Sam and Ben were busy enough with school and scouts. They had friends from both and spent some time with them, but almost by default were each other's best friends.

Now that they were in the new house the bedroom they shared by choice was larger and had room for a pair of twin beds rather than the bunks they had used since they came to live with the Montgomerys when they were adopted at the age of four.

They were stretched out head to foot on Ben's bed discussing the state of the universe.

"I think Brian and Noah are boyfriends," Ben surmised.

"Well, what's wrong with that. We know that Brian is gay just like Daddy and Papa. He can have a boy friend if he wants to," Sam replied.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it, I was just saying, I guess. I like Noah OK."

"I do too, but I don't see Brian falling in love with anybody right now."

"Why not? He's eighteen. He can do what he wants," Sam pointed out.

"Well yes, but Brian is getting ready for college and then medical school. I don't think he really wants to be that serious about a boyfriend right now."

"Yeah, I think he and Noah just like to do sex stuff together."

"You think so?"

"Well yeah. What do you think they were doing when Brian's car rolled into the lake?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. You think they were screwing around?" Ben chuckled.

"How else could they kick off the parking brake and roll into the water without noticing. They were busy with something."

"That's funny," Ben laughed.

"It is, but I wouldn't want to kid Brian about it."

"No. That was pretty embarrassing. I'm surprised he didn't get in trouble for that. Daddy and Papa were really nice about it."

Sam chuckled, "I guess that's an advantage of having gay fathers. They would tend to be more understanding about that sort of thing."

Ben was thoughtful. "We never told them anything about what we did with Travis down in San Marcos."

"No, and I don't think we should, do you?"

"I don't know. We are supposed to tell them everything but I kind of don't want to talk about that. At least not with them."

"Who would you be willing to talk about that with?"

"Nobody really, except with you."

"Well I was there, you know," Sam reminded him.

"That was pretty wild," Ben recalled.

"Yeah but it was hot. That Travis is really horny."

"No shit. I got to admit that it was pretty fun though. I don't think I would want him to stick that big pole of his up my butt, but I sure liked sticking mine up his."

"Well, yours isn't that big. At least not as big as his."

"It's bigger than yours," Ben reminded him.

"Not by much, maybe a quarter of an inch."

'I don't know, I think I'm getting bigger."

"Well if you are then so am I. I bet we're still about the same," Sam guessed.

"Want to check," Ben said with a grin.

"Maybe. Want to lock the door?"

Ben scooted over to the bedroom door and flipped the latch, then came back over to his brother Sam.

"One of the cool things about being a twin is if I want to know what I look like all I have to do is look at you," Sam told him.

Do you think we'll ever have a boyfriend?" Ben asked.

"Or a girlfriend. I haven't decided about that."

"Yeah, maybe a girlfriend. Boobies do look like fun to play with."

"What do you think about fucking a girl?" Sam asked while running his hand over Ben's crotch.

"I don't know. It would probably feel good. I mean that's what girl's snatches are for I guess."

"I wonder if it would feel better than Travis' ass?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, that felt pretty good. That's the first time I ever did that."

"Yeah, me too. It did feel pretty good. I wouldn't mind doing that again sometime."

"Me either," Ben agreed, fingering Sam's dick through his jeans.

"Hmm, that feels nice," Sam admitted as Ben began to unzip his brother.

"Let's check. I bet I'm still bigger than you," Ben suggested.

Momentarily both boys had their pants down around their ankles and were looking each other over. Sam looked back and forth. "We are getting more hairs," he observed.

"Yeah, but I'm still bigger than you a little."

"How long are we?" Sam wondered.

"We could measure." Ben jumped up and retrieved a ruler from the desk.

"How are we supposed to do this? What do we measure?"

"Austin said you were supposed to get hard then measure from next to your belly to the end of your dick," Ben informed him.

"Did you and Austin measure each other?" Sam asked with surprise.

"No, but we were talking about it. He said his is five inches."

"Really? He looks bigger than that."

"Well I think that's because he's kind of small, it makes his dick look bigger."

"I don't know. We only saw him that one time. At least that's the only time I ever saw him. Have you done stuff with Austin?"

Ben grinned, "No, not really. We just kind of showed each other our pekers one time when I was at his house after school."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, well, we felt each other. He has kind of a big knob."

"Yeah, I remember," Sam recalled.

"Are you hard?"

Well you should know, you have ahold of me."

"Let's measure, OK?" Ben suggested and picked up the ruler. He laid next to his brother and they pushed their pants down to inspect each other's equipment.

"Pull your skin back, it's just supposed to be your dick."

Ben pushed his erection forward and laid the ruler down the length of it. "That's five and three-quarter inches, see."

Sam looked closely and confirmed the measurement. "Now let's do mine."

He laid back and let Ben apply the ruler. "Do it the same way."

"It's five and one-half," Ben announced.

"we are both a little bigger now."

"Yeah, but I'm still bigger than you," Ben boasted.

"By a measly quarter inch," Sam protested.

Ben smiled and stroked Sam gently. "This is making me horny."

"You're always horny."

"Want to play?" Ben asked.

Sam took his brother's penis in his hand as way of reply and the twins began to stroke each other.

"Want to suck me?" Sam asked.

Ben leaned over and took his brother in his mouth, licking around the shaft and sucking him expertly. Soon they were taking turns and giving each other pleasure.

"How about if we try to fuck each other?" Ben whispered.

"You sure? You wouldn't let Travis."

"Well Travis was bigger, and besides, Travis is kind of fun but I really don't like him all that well."

"Do you like me better?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Well yes, you know I do," Ben assured him. "And if you'll let me, I would let you."

Sam looked thoughtful. "We need to make them slick. What do we have?"

"I have some hand lotion. Will that work?"

"Let me see it."

Ben retrieved a small tube of hand lotion from their dresser and handed it to Sam.

Sam squeezed a little on his fingers and smoothed it on his pucker, gently easing in a finger. "Yeah, I guess this will work. Are you sure you'll let me do it to you?"

"I promise Sam. We do everything together, right?

Sam giggled, "Well after this I guess that will be true. Go slow, OK?"

"OK, turn over on your stomach and spread out your legs, OK?"

Sam did as he was asked and Ben straddled his smooth brown butt and ran an exploratory finger up his crack. Sticking in a finger he asked, "How does that feel?"

"Weird, but not too bad. Just go easy."

Ben pulled back his foreskin and smoothed some lotion on himself, then positioned the head of his hard dick against his brother's hole and began to push down.

"Easy!" Sam cautioned.

"I'm going slow. Raise your butt up a little."

There was a little wiggling to get everything just right and then with a pop, Ben was inside.


"You OK?"

"Yeah, I think so, but go real slow."

Ben pushed a little harder and felt himself begin to slide deeper.

"Oh shit, that feels good," Ben gasped. "Are you OK? Does it hurt?"

"A little but not bad. It just feels real full like I need to shit."

"Let me know if I'm hurting you," Ben whispered in his ear.

"Ummm, just go slow, it's not too bad really."

Ben began to ease himself in and out slowly, enjoying the tight warm feeling, looking down to see his hard cock sliding in and out of his brother's smooth brown butt. "Oh , man..." he moaned as he picked up the pace a little.

"Uh, that's not so bad actually," Sam sighed.

Ben fell into a steady rhythm for a minute or so when Sam interrupted him. "Don't cum in my ass,"

"Hmm, Travis let us,"

"Well, I'm not Travis. Don't cum in me." With that Sam turned over on his back, causing Ben to pull out of him. "Damn Sam, that feels good," Ben grinned. "Did you like it?"

"Maybe," Sam looked intense. "Now let me do you."

"OK, fair is fair," Ben replied, "Besides, I kind of want to know what that feels like. Did it hurt?"

"A little at first, then it felt kind of good. Kind of weird, but kind of good."

Ben dutifully rolled over on his belly and spread his legs out for Sam to smear some lotion on his hole. "Rub it in," Ben told him.

Sam rubbed his slippery finger over Ben's hole then tentatively stuck in his finger. "How it that?"

"It feels kind of good,"Ben admitted. "I've done that to myself before. It's OK. Go ahead."

Sam coated himself with lotion, skinned back and pushed on Ben's hole. There was a moment of probing then he found the mark. "It's in," Sam cried softly.

""Yeah, I can feel it."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, it's OK. It feels kind of good. Did you like it when I did it to you?"

"Oh yeah," Sam sighed and began to pull himself in and out of his brother's ass. "I like this better though."

"Do it a little faster," Ben requested, arching his back and pushing up.

Sam obliged and began to get into this, leaning forward and putting his hands on Ben's hips. The sight of his penis pumping into his brothers ass was hypnotic.

"Oh shit, I'm about to cum," Sam gasped and quickly pulled out, flopping over on his back.

"Did you like that?" Ben wanted to know.

"Oh hell yes, I liked that a lot."

"Let me do it to you again."

"No, I want to cum. Hey, why don't you suck me off?" Sam asked him.

"No, I don't want to suck something that was just in my ass," Ben protested.

"Well jerk me off then," Sam insisted as he took Ben's cock in his hand and began to stroke him.

The two twin brothers lay side by side and stroked each others dicks until first one and then the other spit thin white strings of cum over their bellies and over their brother's hands. Falling limp they lay still and tried to catch their breath.

Finally Ben sighed, "Damn, that was awesome. I would do that again."

"Oh yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

Ben giggled, "Now I think we really have done everything together."

Sam sighed and laid his head on Ben's shoulder. "I'm glad we are brothers Ben. I love you."

Ben put his arm around Sam and whispered. "I love you too."

Just then they were startled by a tap on their door and leaped up to pull on their undershorts.

Brian's voice came through the door. You guys OK? Need any help with your homework before I go to bed?"

"No," Ben called out. "We're OK. Goodnight."

"Whew, that was close," Sam whispered.

"I bet he and Noah are doing the same thing."

"Well maybe, but I wouldn't want him to catch us doing it. That would be embarrassing," Ben pointed out.

"Right," Sam agreed. "You know it's funny, but we do sex stuff together and we know that Brian and Noah do stuff together. Daddy and Papa must do all kinds of stuff together but I don't ever remember any of them being naked around us or anything."

"Well, we are supposed to do that stuff in private, like taking a dump. That's what Daddy said," Ben recalled.

"I know Daddy and Papa do stuff because sometimes we can here these funny noises from their bedroom, you know?" Sam giggled.

"Yeah. I've noticed that. It kind of makes me horny a little."

"Would you like to see them doing it?" Sam wondered.

"Ben thought a moment, "Not really. That would be kind of scary."

"I wonder if they know we do stuff together, you think?"

"Maybe. But they never ask us about that kind of stuff. I guess they don't care."

"Well, it's not like one of us going to get pregnant or anything."

Ben laughed, "No, that's for sure."

"You know, I think we're kind of lucky."

"How's that?"

"Well, Bobby told me one time that his momma caught him jerking off in the bathroom and she really gave him a hard time about it - like he was going to hell or something."

"You think God cares about this kind of stuff?" Ben wondered.

"Why would he? I mean its not like we're hurting anything."

"Maybe if like you didn't want to do something and I made you do it anyway, it would be a bad thing."

"Right, like when Travis played with us when we were pretty little," Sam recalled.

"Yeah, he didn't ask us first. He just did stuff to us in bed."

"He didn't ask for permission. We talked to Daddy about that, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. I kind of liked what he did, I mean it felt good when he sucked me but it scared me too."

"But when we do stuff it's OK because we both want to, right?"

"I think so. I mean, I don't feel bad about it after we do stuff. Do you?" Ben asked.

Sam shook his head. "No, I like it. Maybe it would be different if it was with somebody else, but I don't care what I do with you."

Ben laughed, "Doing something with you is like doing it in the mirror."

"Yeah, kind of. But it feels better."

Both boys laughed at what they thought was clever then retired to their separate beds and got ready for sleep.

Brian chuckled as he walked from the door of the twins room to his own. He had stopped before knocking on their door and noticed the familiar sounds of giggling and sighing that told him they were probably not doing their homework. Well boys will play, he thought. He loved Sam and Ben and wanted them to be happy. They were growing to be very handsome boys and it was not lost on Brian that they were very attractive. He would not feel right about messing with them any more than he would do anything with Marco or Marty. Still, he was aware that they were becoming sexual creatures and was pleased that they had each other for comfort.

Brian undressed and slipped into his bed. He image of the two brown young boys naked in bed and playing with each other entered his mind and while somewhat taboo for him, it was still erotic. Now that he and Noah were friends he was not without the occasional release, still, when his cock began to grow it was always nice to take the situation in hand and pleasure himself.

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a couple of tissues then went to work on himself. A variety of images flashed through his mine – naked little Indian boys, Noah and his long legs in the back seat of the Santa Fe, the counselor at the moonlit beach so long ago. He enjoyed the sensation of tension and release in his groin as he filled the tissue with his sperm then relaxed. Life was good.

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