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Toma always hated doing sports in school. Teamwork, proving his own capacities in front of people way more prepared than he was, making an ass of himself. Even the mere training at the beginning of each lesson was a torture because he hated running. What if he fell? They always laugh whenever one of them tripped down playing football, so of course everyone would point at him and make fun of how clumsy he was.
Considering he had no friends in that class, there was no point in exposing himself to the possibility of being embarrassed, because no one would be there to help him out. Teachers were terrible allies of the bullied; they cared not about their suffering. He had seen it with other mates that had it worse than he did. Thankfully, he was mostly ignored.
He was only Toma, the pretty boy that looked like a girl. The pretty boy that barely talked. The pretty boy who was always looking down, fluttered and shy.
He was Toma, Chobe Aza’s little brother, so if no one felt brave enough to laugh at him or actually torment him, it was because they feared that other boy.
Toma was only fourteen, but even when he was way younger than that and Chobe was his age, everybody was still reluctant because no one wanted to get in trouble with that one, Not even older ones, since he could beat everyone up.
Sometimes it was enough for Toma to feel safe. He didn’t care much about people’s looks on him when his brother was around, but he still feared the moment in which he would be gone and he would have to deal with high school alone. After all, Chobe should be already in college; if he was still there, it was just because he had to take his last year all over again… and Toma knew that was because of him.
Because his older brother wasn’t ready to leave such easy prey behind on its own.
“Okay, kiddos, it was a good practice! Go shower now, and get ready to leave.” Their teacher was a grown-ass man who didn’t care about how little Toma or other students were capable of following his lessons up.
There were smaller boys, shorter girls, and bigger teens that weren’t able to run or last as long as the others. No one gave a damn about their embarrassment or fears, just as they didn’t care about Toma, who was still way smaller than the rest even though boys his age were already growing up tall and strong. No one cared about Toma, who couldn’t run as fast, last as long, or be as good as the others with football balls or basketball ones.
And, of course, no one cared about Toma when he needed to shower last. To get to a private changing room so he could get dressed where no one could see him. Because of that, when he got to the changing room and saw that the usual compartment was locked down, he panicked in his towel. He was wearing only one big one around his waist, and he was holding tightly onto his toiletry bag as if it would be a shield he could protect himself with.
Why? Why was it locked down? He tried to take a look inside, and apparently they were changing the tiles and couldn’t be used. The whole area was quite a mess, but Toma only wanted a small room to put on his clothes. Maybe he could go to one of the toilets? No, those were too narrow for him to move in properly. Perhaps, if he tried… That would still be better than just going to the main room and getting naked in front of everyone.
Yeah, he wished he could do that, but the toilet area was in another room. He would need to go there in his towel, all wet and slippery. Ah, damn it, he started to panic because he hated those situationships. There was no other choice left for him than waiting for the rest to leave. He wouldn’t be late to the next class because the sports one was the last of the day.
So, quietly, Toma went to the main changing room and tried to go unnoticed while sitting on the bench. The other noisy and annoying boys were joking or playing each other; they wouldn’t waste their time staring at Toma, right? Just in case, he picked up his phone from the backpack and wrote his brother a message.
Toma
My changing room is locked down, and I can’t use it.
I’m in the main one waiting for everyone to leave.
I don’t want them to see me.
He just needed to ignore them all so they would leave sooner. There was no reason to start trembling, nor for him to fear anything could happen. In fact, since he was sitting in his towel, he could start putting on some clothes so he wouldn’t make Chobe wait much longer.
Yes, that was the best idea.
Slowly, he tried to bring his tee out of the backpack. He had been wearing gym clothes most of the day just to avoid changing them before sports class, so they were all at the bottom. It took him time to get them out. Toma was inevitably nervous, and the more he shook, the more obvious was his presence to the other boys.
Still, he managed to put on his white crop top. He only needed his underwear now, then his high-waisted jeans, and no one would need to see him naked. No one would—
“Hey, look at that! Toma actually knows how to function in front of others!”
As soon as one of the stupid boys noticed he was there, no one let him get away with it.
Toma shyly kept his eyes down. Since he was standing up, he tried his best to be fast and pick up his underwear. Chobe always told him to ignore them, so that’s what he wanted to do.
“That’s just ‘cause he has no ball to kick or miss now,” another one said.
Of course, every comment would lead the other ones to laugh. They always made fun of him because he couldn’t score nor be fast enough to help in football. It made no sense to point it out now that they were just changing clothes, but they still did.
So Toma gave his back to them and tried to do as his brother always said: ignore them.
“What is it? Why are you in the room with us now? Is your secret place closed?”
“It’s not a secret," he muttered to himself, hiding behind his long dark and wet hair.
But, of course, the nearest boy heard him.
“What did you say?” He shook his head so he wouldn’t repeat himself. It was a silly mistake; he shouldn’t have said a word. “Hey, I’m talking to you, pretty boy!”. Toma still ignored him, but sadly his hands began to act clumsily. He wouldn’t know how his underwear worked. Was it the back or the front? Damn it, his eyes began to feel wet. He couldn’t help himself and screamed when he felt a hand grabbing his arm. “I told you to repeat yourself!”
“Stop!”
Even if he begged, he was turned around already, and that’s where his facade was ruined. Toma almost tripped down, having to grab himself into the lockers to avoid it. But, sadly, he moved too fast, and his towel fell to the floor.
He wasn’t just as quick when covering up with his underwear on top.
Everybody had seen him already. Especially his closest mate, the one that began to laugh.
“Well, look at that! Apparently the reason why Toma is so bad at kicking balls is because he has none!”
Toma’s cheeks began to burn. He was already tearing up, so those words were only stabbing knives that made his heart ache. There was no way they knew! He had tried to hide from everyone since he got to high school. Why had they seen him now?!
“I can’t believe there is a girl with us in the changing room!” said another boy.
“Guys! Tell the rest! Toma has a pussy!” Some were getting closer to him, as if they needed to study him before leaving, but some were at the door calling everyone in.
“No, please,” he begged with a sob no one heard.
Damn it, he had to be fast and leave. He tried to put on his underwear before they could approach and mock him even more, but his eyes were all wet and he couldn’t even see where he was trying to slide his leg in. He missed twice; he tripped once, and he fell back on the bench. Even if he tried to cover up his crotch as much as possible, some were still rude enough to grab his arm and try to expose him.
“Let us see it!” the boy said. “Come on!”
“If it’s true you have a pussy, we will tell the teacher!” They were already threatening him. Toma wanted to die. “You can’t be here with us! The girls' room is on the other side of the corridor!”. He tried to fend them off, but couldn’t. “Just go! This is no place for girls!”
“And this is no place for dickheads either.”
The only reason why Toma opened his eyes and stopped tearing up immediately was because his brother’s voice always worked like a savior for him. He looked up and saw his mate being held by a taller and stronger boy. There was no one else disturbing Toma now, because no one was that naive to get in between Chobe Aza and his victim.
That one was shaking. He was bigger and tougher than Toma was, but compared to Chobe, he was just small and delicate.
And that was something everyone was amazed by, because the infamous older Aza was nothing like a giant or a beast. He was fit but still skinny. He was taller, but just because he was eighteen already. But he always talked with that deep voice that sounded terrifying even if he was still too young to sound actually scary. He had that scar on the right side of his face he got when protecting Toma in a car crash years ago. And he had a blind eye.
Girls had crushes on him despite looking like a savage troublemaker. Boys obviously feared him because they knew he could beat them up in less than a minute.
Because he had already done so many times. And now, the reason why he could break that youngster into pieces was because he made the silly mistake of mocking Toma.
“I… I wasn’t… I wasn’t serious,” this one tried to say.
The bully was in his gym clothes and had messy hair, perfectly fitted to get rid of his grip and run away, but Chobe was so calm, so unworried. One hand inside of his dark and baggy jeans’ pockets, old-school backpack almost hanging from his elbow rather than his shoulder. And that fierce look on his face. That serious, threatening, and terrifying look that everybody hated to stare at… apart from Toma.
Because Toma’s eyes were still wet, and so were his cheeks from crying, but now that his older brother was there, it was as if he would be looking at an angel.
“Weren’t you?” Chobe asked the stupid boy.
This one shook his head as quickly as possible.
“I wasn’t gonna touch him!” He lied. “I don’t… I don’t care what he looks like!”
“You weren’t gonna touch him, huh?” Chobe quoted, pulling the boy closer so he would feel the rage of his words perfectly. “But you already were, you piece of shit.”
“I’m sorry!”
Toma looked down because he somehow felt ashamed of being the reason why everyone was staring at how Chobe was close to beating that boy up. He felt safe now, but… damn, that would pay off very dearly.
“I don’t care about how sorry you are, asshole.” Chobe still fisted the boy’s wrist and made sure he hurt him before he would give him his last words. “Get out of my sight already, or I will make sure you have a proper reason to cry once you step out of here.”
He dropped the boy, and this one ran away with his mates. It was still crowded outside; everyone was too loud because Chobe Aza had to interfere with a group that wasn’t his age. Toma didn’t want to open his eyes as long as he still heard them talking behind the doors. Thankfully, they feared his brother too much to stay close.
Once they left and everything went silent, he felt Chobe’s presence squatting in front of him and heard his backpack dropping on the side. Now yes, he shyly opened his eyes to look at the gentle features of his guardian angel all dressed in darks and blacks.
“Are you okay, Toma?” he asked.
Damn, he really sounded completely different when talking to him compared to anyone else. That always made him feel special… but that day, he felt ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It was my fault.”
“It was not.” Chobe wasn’t even aware of what had happened yet. His opinion on the matter, though, was fixed and unchangeable. “They are pricks; it wasn’t your fault.”
“My room wasn’t open,” he explained. “I tried to wait until they were done, but… I didn’t want to make you wait. And I didn’t feel comfortable around them anyway.”
Chobe’s hands landed on Toma’s knees. He was still undressed, only on his crop top and covering up with his wrinkled underwear. Drops dripped down from his bangs and still-wet hair. Sometimes, also, tears fell down his ashamed cheeks. As much as he wanted to look Chobe in the eye, he felt embarrassed as hell.
“I would wait no matter what,” his brother reminded him, “so you don’t need to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, okay? Take your time.”
“I tried. But they…” His lower lip began to tremble. He tried to bend his legs, moving his knees away from Chobe's hands and covering his crotch even more with his underwear. “They saw me. They were making fun of me because I’m not… I’m not…”
“You’re not what?”
He still sounded close and gentle, but there was that slight anger in his voice that made Toma feel even more embarrassed of himself. Because, yes, at that time, if his brother was close to being mad again, it was because of him and no one else.
He hated hearing Toma talking like that about himself. It was too late now, though, to fix his own words and act as if they never existed. The thoughts were there, afterward, and Chobe was very aware of what he was thinking.
So, Toma looked to the side and, fully flustered again, whispered.
“A boy like them,” he said, way too childish for what should be expected for a fourteen-year-old already.
“As far as I know, you are a boy just as I am.”
“You know what I mean…” He pressed on his thighs together. “I’m not like them. I’m… not like you, either.”
“Does that make you less of a boy?”
Deep inside, Toma knew it didn’t. He had known he was a boy since he was a little kid, and his family had always helped him go through it. He had no breasts thanks to the hormones he started taking very early, but there were some things that couldn’t change that easily. It didn’t matter how manly he could end up looking; there was still something missing in his body that would always make people like his classmates call him a girl.
Even if he was not. Even if he didn’t think he was one at all.
“No,” he told Chobe, now finally looking at him from a side eye. “But… It still hurts. It’s not my fault that I don’t look like you do.”
“Well, I’m glad you don’t; you are way prettier than I am.”
He smiled shyly. That was false; for Toma, no one was prettier than his older brother, but it’s true that Chobe always made sure he understood how special and beautiful he was. He could have gotten his hair cut already, but Chobe always said he loved it long… and, therefore, Toma started to love it just the same.
Just like how thin he was. How he dressed, how he behaved.
How he looked down where everybody seemed to mock.
“Toma.” The boy was again avoiding his older brother. All red and ashamed, he forced himself to look him in the eye, because that person crouching in front of him would never judge him. His most loved being would never hurt him. “Did they say anything that made you feel ugly? Did they say anything that made you feel less valid?”
He shook his head, because the truth is… He was too scared to even remember what they said. He hated everything about it, but it was more of a general fear rather than a specific one. After all, he had been avoiding that confrontation for so long. Now that it happened…
“I’m just…” He wasn’t even sure of what he thought of himself then. “I just think everything would be different… if I didn’t look like this.”
“Like this… how?”
Chobe’s hands rested on Toma’s knees as the younger tried to find words to say. As soon as he felt his touching, a warm sensation ran through his spine and skin. He was still pressing on his legs to keep them closed. Still, as he looked down at his brother’s hands, he felt how they began to shake. It wasn’t a bad sensation, just nervousness and a slight embarrassment. But he was used to it. He knew that, after all, it was good.
Chobe never made him feel any different from that.
Toma kept his underwear on his crotch with one hand, and he raised the other to grab on his hair and bring it to his mouth. He hid behind the locks, as if talking like that would be easier than fully exposed to his beloved brother.
Since he couldn’t give him an answer, Chobe took it on his own. He slowly pressed his legs apart; there was no need for big efforts because Toma allowed him to do so. The colder breeze of the room bathed him and made him tremble again. No hair was enough to hide now.
“Does it really make you insecure?" Chobe asked with a soft voice. “What others say about your body, Toma… does it really matter?”
He tried to shake his head and confirm it didn’t, because all that mattered to him was his own thoughts and his brother’s, but he wasn’t thinking properly. His mind was already somewhere else. Trying to fight the obvious alert of how close Chobe was to him. How well he knew his intentions… and his methods.
Because Chobe hated to know that Toma would doubt himself. Especially after all he had done to make sure his younger brother loved every bit of him as much as he did.
“No…” Toma said, looking away. “But still…”
“Still…” The older one spread his legs a bit wider. He had to drop his hair down and grab himself on the bench as soon as Chobe came closer. “Do you still hate to look like this?” He wanted to correct himself and say he didn’t, but as soon as he tried to open his mouth to talk, his brother’s hand moved away from his knee and softly landed on his pussy. “Even after all the times I’ve shown you how beautiful you are, you still hate it?”
There was pain and regret in Chobe’s voice, as if he would fear that whatever he had tried over the years to make Toma feel confident wasn’t enough. Was he really being so selfish? Damn it, Toma felt terrible. He knew how much his brother cared for him. As he stared at his hand delicately caressing his pussy, he remembered every time he had done that. How many days and nights in which he had felt insecure Chobe has been there for him. Showing him he was privileged for having that body. A body his brother loved so much.
It was true; Toma had never hated himself. He has never thought less of a boy because of it. If he feared people, it was because they weren’t as good and nice as Chobe.
And even if he didn’t want to be hated by any means, he also didn’t want anyone to glorify his body as his brother did. No one deserved to cherish something only he deserved to cherish. No one was allowed to worship him as he did… because Toma only wanted to be loved by him and him only.
“I don’t hate it…” he muttered, all shy and small.
Now that he felt less surprised, he was back at covering his mouth with his hair locks. Biting them, licking them out of nervousness.
Meanwhile, Chobe kept an eye on him. His hand would caress all over his soft and hairless vulva. The natural dryness of his skin began to feel wet wherever he touched.
“I don’t want you to hate it, Toma,” the older one said. He quickly shook his head. He didn’t. He could never. “If they make fun of you, it’s because they are jerks. You’re precious the way you are. And this…” He pressed at both sides of his entrance with his index and middle finger. Toma arched his back a bit and held his breath. “This is just a small difference between you and I, but it doesn’t make you less of a boy than I am.” Very slowly, he moved his fingertips down to run through his shape until he was done and moved back up. “It, in fact, makes you the most special boy I know.”
He diverted his index to his entrance and pressed gently on it. He didn’t put it in but took the wetness of it anyway and then painted all over the area with his fluids. Toma had to close his eyes and bite strongly on his hair locks. All his efforts relied on keeping his legs apart when they moved on their own to get together.
Chobe kept using his fluids to wet his labia all over and over again.
“Toma…”
Whenever he said his name, Toma felt safe and sound. It felt like home, it didn’t matter where they were or how, it was always the most beautiful sound. But whenever he called it while he was worshiping his pussy, the sensations were very different.
It was still a synonym of protection. It was still a clear proof of how much Chobe loved him and cared about him. But there was that slight tone of veneration. A small sign of obsession and lust that reminded Toma of how big of an impact he held over his brother just by being the way he was. No need for being undressed or covered. Just existing was enough.
He loved Chobe like he loved no one else.
And Chobe loved him in a way no human being could find healthy.
That was so precious to him. He had learned to accept himself just thanks to how he loved him. When he thought of how lucky he was to be his little brother, no bullies or mocking could hurt him at all.
“You’re the most beautiful thing, Toma,” Chobe said.
Red and overwhelmed, Toma looked down at him from in between his hair locks to see how his brother came closer to his crotch and licked his entrance so gently. Again, he let go of his hair and grabbed the bench. No matter how focused he would be on Chobe, his touch would always take him by surprise.
Now, at least, his legs wouldn’t find a way to close no matter what; his brother was right in between them, keeping them apart with his mere presence as his tongue began to worship him so smoothly. He always did so very nicely, as if he would be enjoying a tasty dish he had been craving for so long. It made Toma feel so special, so lucky. Having someone as marvelous as Chobe treating him like that, when he was so rude to others… He really was blessed. Being born his brother was the best thing he could ever have gotten.
“I love how you taste after a shower,” he said to him. “I love you when you sweat, too.”
It didn’t matter the time or the moment. If he ever felt the need to eat him out, he would. Or if Toma were the one to need to feel him that way, Chobe would be on his knees in a second as if that were his duty.
“You… You don’t have to…” He still said to his brother. Somehow, Toma still felt ashamed for being there after what happened with his mates. As if he didn’t deserve the love. “We can go…”
“Are you sure, Toma?” Again, his name coming from his lips. Again, that slight tone of obsession and love he couldn’t refuse to embrace every time. Chobe’s tongue covered his pussy from south to north, and his breathing bathed his skin in warmth. “Can you promise me you are okay now? That this is enough?”
It was more than enough. In fact, he didn’t need for him to do that for Toma to know how loved and cherished he was. But now that he was feeling him, that pleasure took over him… He didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t answer. He allowed his brother to go on. To lick more, to wet him around, and mix his saliva with his own fluids.
Then, Chobe paused at his clit. He looked him in the eye with a dare, as if he would be promising him he would do anything to make sure he loved himself as much as he did, and then sucked on it so tightly and gently that Toma began to moan.
His brother’s hands grabbed around his thighs, keeping him in place. He rested them both on his shoulders and kept sucking him even if he didn’t stop shaking.
“Nii-san,” he softly grunted, with a high-pitched sob. “Ah, nii-san…"
His hands were moving all over the place. From the bench to the lockers behind. To his own legs, where he would scratch, to Chobe’s hair. His was still wet. His face was probably too red. But his brother’s was precious. He looked glorious and powerful while eating him out, he couldn’t look away.
When the older began to moan to his pussy, the exhalations and talented moves of his tongue and lips would make Toma tremble to the point of almost falling down. Chobe always kept him seated, making sure he was comfortable. He allowed the younger to mess around with his hair as much as he needed to. Fisting it, pulling it. Grabbing on to his braid while pleasure took over his senses.
“Are you aware of how glorious you are, Toma?” his brother asked with a deep voice. His breathing bathed his skin again. Toma kept arching his back with pure bliss. “I will do this as many times as you need for you to understand.”
“I do understand,” he said, out of nowhere. “I do… nii-san, you…” Chobe kept sucking on his clit, and now he also used his middle and index fingers to tease his entrance before putting them both in. Toma’s moans got louder. “You are so… so good to me all the time.”
“How could I not, Toma?” He closed his eyes tightly and fisted his brother’s hair even more. “If someone tries to bring you down, I will bury them even lower.” But so far, what he buried was his tongue inside of him. The boy cried out in his pleasure and bit on his lower lip to try and keep himself shut. “No one will hurt you while I’m alive. You have every right to feel terrible about what they say, but they have no right to make you feel less valid.”
He couldn’t do so if Chobe was by his side. He always made sure Toma understood he was a gift to the world, a beautiful treasure he would protect and love. The pleasure he got out of his devotion was stronger than any insult or mocking. Nothing mattered, not even his own fears. He felt unstoppable thanks to his big brother, and as pleasure kept mastering him… He didn’t even remember his bullies nor why they existed.
Nothing mattered more than Chobe. No one would ever do.
“Nii-san…” he moaned. “You are going to… I’m…”
Rather than making him stop, Chobe just went on and on. He kept fingering him, quickly moving inside him as his talented mouth kept sucking his clit, driving him insane. A beautiful madness he would never see himself deserving so much.
How could people hate that boy? How could they fear someone so gentle?
“If someone mocks you, let me know,” Chobe said on a short pause. Then he ate him again and kept doing it for a short while, almost edging him. “If someone hurts you because of how you look, I will destroy him.”
“Nii-san…”
His hands were shaking in between his blond hair. Chobe’s left one was grabbing so tightly on his thigh that he couldn’t move it. And the right one was fingering him so deeply and quick he couldn’t even process it.
“No one will touch you or hurt you,” he insisted. “If they don’t understand, that’s not your problem. If they don’t accept how you look, I will make sure you do. You are all that matters. You, and only you.”
“Nii-san!”
Toma kept Chobe’s face buried in his crotch as soon as he felt his orgasm. It was hard to explain why he actually felt it so strongly. Was it his fingers? His sucking? His tongue? Was it just because it was him, or was it because of his usage of words? Toma never thought of other people doing those things to him. He heard the youngsters talking about sex, and he never felt jealous of them or got creative picturing himself with others. Whenever he felt the necessity to enjoy himself, he had Chobe. When his mind was daydreaming, it was his brother who was popping out on it.
That day in the changing rooms it was just him in between his legs. Other times, though, it was them two going way further. As soon as Chobe was done with him, he took the towel from the bench and wiped his pussy with it. Then, he would lift himself up and come close to him.
“Kiss me, Toma,” he muttered, almost like a beg. And Toma did just as he was asked to. Softly, gently. Both wet tongues embracing each other as old lovers meant to each other. He wrapped his shaky arms around him and kept him closer until they were done. “This is how delicious you taste," he said. "Don't forget it.”
“I won’t…”
Chobe then pulled away, and Toma saw the enormous bulge on his baggy pants. The wetness on the fabric, even if it was thick and dark enough to hide it. His brother also noticed and brought his big tee down to cover it.
“Fuck, you made me cum, too,” the older said. Toma brought his legs together and hid behind his hair again. The blushing now made him feel naughty. He even smiled. Chobe cumming just by eating him out… Ah, he felt so blessed. “Come on now, lets go home.”
He nodded and did as he was told. While his brother cleaned himself up too, he put on his clothes, now not ashamed nor scared of being judged. He loved his body, he loved having a pussy and he loved being the little brother to someone so lovely and caring.
If that was how divinities felt when mortals venerated them, then he totally understood beliefs and ideologies. He just adored Chobe as much as someone else would adore their God. Just by thinking Chobe loved him just as much… he could never hate himself. Not the slightest bit. Not at all.