Here is for all of you who have been waiting for some time for it to happen. The first act that rates this a M story! Have fun and keep your keyboard clean!

Max is Remembering

MAX

Max awoke from a dream that was based off of something that actually happened when he was ten and had stayed with him.

It was winter in Waverly Place. No snow. Just cold. Blow zero even. Ten-year-old Max was running about the house. His parents were down in the shop, and Alex was over at Harper's house. As extremely bored as Max was, he thought he might try to pull a prank on Justin and Zeke—Justin's friend. He was creeping along the walls of the hallway, acting like he was a spy. The door to Justin's room was cracked just enough for him to be able to get in without being detected and prank them. However, he completely forgot the prank when he overheard a conversation he knew he wasn't intended to hear.

"Quit being a pussy, Zeke. We've already come this far. If we are ever going to get a girl to like us, we have to know what we are doing."

"I don't want that in me, though. It's huge!" Zeke's changing voice—at fourteen—was squeaking all over the place in pitches.

Max pressed his ear in closer, wondering what they were talking about. But he waited for whatever was going on to start happening before he investigated.

"You lost the game. You're first," Justin demanded.

"Fine. Just... go slow."

For a long time, Max didn't hear anything but small grunts and small orders to stop come from Zeke. Max almost left, thinking that they were probably just playing some dumb game. He had completely forgotten about the prank.

As he was about to scoot back down the hallway, he started to hear light smacking sounds of flesh against flesh. It perked Max's curiosity, so he stayed.

"Oh gods, Justin! This feels amazing!" Zeke was crying out, sounding out of breath.

That was enough to make Max enter the room without making any noise. He stood in the threshold with wide eyes. What he saw was not normal. At least from what he knew of Justin and Zeke. They didn't seem to be playing a game at all. In fact, they were doing something physical, like sports. When had Justin got this interest.

Zeke's head was down between his arms that were supporting him on the desk as he hunched over, his back arched. Justin was behind him, holding onto his hips and thrusting into him. They both still had their shirts on, but their jeans and white briefs were gathered in a bunch around their ankles.

Max's parents had just explained the birds and the bees to him, so he had a minor understanding on what was going on as he saw Justin's penis disappear and reappear in and out of Zeke's ass. However, when they had told him about it, they said it was between a man and woman—which had grossed Max out—so, two boys having sex confused Max.

Despite what he had been told and how Max reacted, this scene was not gross. Nor did it seem wrong to Max. How could it be when Zeke was grunting and moaning in a lot of pleasure, and Justin's eyes were closed but a smooth little smile rested on his lips.

Watching this made Max wish he was Zeke. That he could put that small smile on Justin's lips that always snarled because he wanted to get every last spell correct and do it better than him or Alex. Max wanted his brother to love him the way he loved Zeke, rubbing his hand up and down that hip, clinching onto it, and pulling his ass into what Zeke had called huge.

A pressure was hurting Max as his own penis was pushing hard against the tight fabric of his little-boy briefs in a position that was unnatural for how it grew when Max was naked. As Justin's hand reached around and started to pull lightly on Zeke's penis, Max pulled his over the elastic of his shorts and underwear and started to yank as well. It felt so good, he dropped his materials for his prank. It clanked loudly against the floor and both boy's turned their heads toward Max. All three boys were caught.

"Oh shit!" Zeke squeaked.

Justin pulled out of Zeke and waddled to the door and closed it with Max still in the room. He started pacing and tripped over his jeans.

"What are we going to do?" Zeke asked, panicked.

The look on Justin's face suggested he had an idea. He rushed over to Zeke and quickly debated it, quietly, so that Max couldn't really hear was going on. They finally seemed to agree. Justin put his hands on Max's shoulders, looked him in the eye, and asked him if he trusted his older brother. Max quickly nodded.

When both boys were turned toward Max, he understood why Zeek thought Justin was so huge. Zeek only had about three inches of hard pole, while Justin had about six. It was really sad for Zeek because Max had about four inches as someone four years younger than him.

Justin took a hold of Max's hand and led him over to his bed. He gently laid him back on the mattress on his back and pulled Max's shorts and underwear off of him. They drop from his hands and lump up on the floor. Justin lied down next to Max.

"Has anyone ever jacked you off before?" Justin asked.

"What does that mean?" Max asked.

Justin hesitated. "Has anyone else ever done this?" Justin reached over and curled his fingers around Max's penis and slowly pumped at it.

A swift breath escaped Max, making his little abs pull in tightly. "No!" His voice was sharp and loud.

The weight in the bed shifted a little bit on the other side of Max. Zeke was next to him and his lips pressed against Max's lips. At first, Max's eyes widened, but little by little they fluttered shut as Zeke lightly flitted his tongue against Max's tongue tip. The feeling of Justin—really just someone else—playing with Max's penis was making Max's body vibrate. He reached down with both of his hands and felt around for the two boys' penises on either side of him.

Justin rolled over on his side and told Max to face him. When Max did, he let go of both of the penises to move himself. Justin quickly scooped both of their penises in his hand, pressing them together, and jerking them at the same time. Light kisses landed on Max's neck from behind him as his leg was lifted up and a pressure was building at the opening of his anus. His only focus was on the two cocks pressed together, anxiously pulling and pushing with and against each other. As well as Justin's big balls tapping the bottom of Max's hairless balls with each upward thrust. His eyes fluttered between watching Justin's biceps bounce, a vane protruding down it, and his ruby red lips that Max wasn't sure if he could dare to kiss.

The pressure at his back door was getting too intense to ignore. By time he turned his head to look, Zeke's three-incher was buried inside of Max's ass and was slowly being pulled back out. Max's anus muscles contracted, trying to push Zeke's penis head out of his ass, but it was slowly pushing back inside of him. As a surprise to Max, the convulsing of his ass was actually starting to feel as amazing as Justin's cock against his own. The pleasure was becoming so much that Max pressed his lips against Justin's lips. Justin didn't move. Max pulled back away. He felt ashamed. Kissing his brother. Being used by his brother's best friend. Secretly wishing it was his brother inside of him.

Max closed his eyes and pretended it was two of the cute boys in school that were in front of and behind Max. The pleasure took prescience and Max cleared his head of all thought and just enjoyed himself, until his penis started tickling and he shot load after load of creamy, white substance all over Justin's belly and his bed. In reply, Justin and Zeke turned Max on his back and shot their own loads on his belly, chest, and some on his face. Justin made Zeke clean Max up.

Max rubbed his hands over his face as he thought back to the experience. Why had Justin done that to him? Made Zeke fuck him like that?

Max marched over to Justin's room and pounded on the door. A hard hit of feet landed against the floor and stomps pounded all the way to the door. It creaked open and Justin appeared, shirtless in his pj bottoms as always.

Max couldn't find any words to say.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

Max wanted to avoid this being like a stupid teen drama, so he cut to the chase. "Why did you make Zeke fuck me. Why didn't you do it?"

"What are you—?" Justin's eyes nearly popped out of his head as wide as they got. He dramatically covered his mouth with his hands. "You member tha" was what it sounded like.

Max sadly nodded.

Justin fell down to his knees and grabbed Max's hand. "Max, I'm so sorry, I was scared that you would tell, so I included you. I thought you liked it."

"I did, Justin. But . . ." Max wanted to say it was because Zeke was there, but that would be so forward, right? "It shouldn't have been both of you."

"How can I make things right?"

Make sweet and passionate love to me like I've prayed you'd do every night since that event.

"You'll think of something. You're the smart one." Max quickly turned and ran to his room. He jumped into his bed and cuddled up with his pillows.

Soon after, his bed moved when a large mass presented itself. Justin started in a long monologue about how he shouldn't have done what he did to his little brother, blah blah blah. All Max was focused on were his fingers running through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. That's how it should be. His brother caring for him with all his love.