Looking back, I’m amazed we could accomplish even something as ordinary as a pizza dinner. And more firsts as my brother’s youthful virility brought him back to his erect state very quickly so that I could stroke him, giving him his first hand job. I’ve already told of how, when he hit his triple he seemed to be oblivious to his team’s elation and instead looked at me briefly, reached down, and quickly adjusted his jock strap. And you’re not even sixteen yet, not even old enough to drive.” “Maybe not, bro, but I’m old enough to help you with your home run. They make me somehow feel grownup. It was kismet, pure and simple, I knew. “No practices this evening, I guess,” I said. I’m ready,” then, lifting my head and whispering in his ear “I want this; take me now, Paul.” It was all that he needed as he drew back one more time and pushed harder than he had so far as I gasped at the slight, fleeting pain that came when my brother
