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Blame It On The Window

By Chris Carr

 Copyright © Oct 13, 2007

Part IV

The next time I saw porno, I wasn't alone. Laying prone on the bed, I watched mesmerized as my cousin scrunched his face in utter amazement and delight. Trembling, his dick bobbled in the air like it might snap off, the head leaking like mine.

Quietly he moaned, his toes wiggling and I marveled at how hot it was to not only have sex with another person but be able to observe it too. Many a time, it'd been me with my legs raised high, my dick bobbling as my asshole quivered and twitched. To watch him now in the throes of ecstasy was twice as hot.

When Mr. Simpson stopped and then moved between my legs, I still felt that nervous twinge of embarrassment. It was totally needless, my cousin no longer a threat but still, it felt weird to have him licking my asshole while Nicky watched.

Closing my eyes, my mind drifted back to that dreadful day...

For the longest I lingered at Mr. Simpson's, prolonging my fate as long as I could. Though we couldn't find him after that first sighting, there was no doubt in my mind I'd seen Nicky.

That one moment played over and over in my mind as Mr. Simpson tried consoling me. Holding me, he insisted it wouldn't be that bad. He even made a big picture of lemonade, serving it to me in the living room.

I was so terrified, I couldn't even venture back to his room, let alone leave. Certain Nicky was back at my house, telling every one, I expected a knock at the door any minute.

The knock never came and after several hours, Mr. Simpson finally convinced me to go home. Defeated, I left, not even caring if anyone saw me walking across his yard. I figured they all knew anyway, what the hey?

I didn't even eat dinner that evening, something that troubled my mother greatly.

"Leave him alone, Vi," My dad chided, granting me permission to go to my room.

And for the next few days I waited. Waited for the other shoe to fall. For my life to end.

My aunt lived up the street and it was rather unusual, neither she nor Nicky came over those few days. Imagining them over there plotting, I actually lost weight, my appetite drastically diminished.

On the third day, my dad came to room. "You alright?" He said, standing in my door. I did all I could do... I nodded my head. He stood there a few minutes, then he said the words I'd dreaded for those three days.

"Well get cleaned up, Shirl and Nicky are coming over for dinner."

At the dinner table, neither of us made eye contact. His head down, Nicky avoided my glances. Just a matter of time, I figured, pushing the mash potatoes on my plate around with my fork.

"S'wrong with him?" Aunt Shirl inquired.

"Don't know. He's been like this for a couple of days," My mom reported, rubbing my forehead as if I was sick.

Technically, I was sick... sick with depression. Nicky glanced over at me that one time but when I looked at him, he averted his eyes and stared at his plate once more.

Following that depressing dinner, I went to my room and waited. If it was going to happen, so be it. I couldn't take another day of the agony.

Laying on my bed, I idly bounced my ball over my head. I figured Aunt Shirl, or Nicky would break the bad news and then my parents would be in my room and then...

I didn't have the courage to take my life but considered several options, the pain too great to endure. Maybe if took some Drano or bleach and got real sick, they'd have mercy on me, I considered.

Imagining me in the hospital, clinging to life, my parents concerned faces going in and out of focus, I felt so desperate, I didn't even see him standing there. When I finally did see him, he literally jumped, like someone who'd been caught thinking something naughty.

Sitting up, I watched him as he closed the door, then sat on the bed. His eyes sadder than mine, he whispered,

"You gonna tell?"

Utterly confused, I stared at him for some time. "Cause, if you do, I'ma tell what you was doin' too," He threatened.

Too? What the hell was he talking about?

After some time, Nicky looked more distressed. "Ok, if I do it too, then we coo'?" I couldn't take it anymore.

"What the hell are you talkin' `bout?"

"You and him," He said, gesturing at Mr. Simpson's place. "Take me with you, then we'll be even."

"Even... for what?"

Nicky's eyes darted away. Clearly distressed, he said nothing for some time. "'Cause..." He finally pleaded, "I know y'all saw me."

The first time he saw porno, it was through Mr. Simpson's window. His ball bouncing over the fence, he'd followed it under the errant window, none the wiser until he heard the strange sounds.

Freezing, he listened, confused. What the hell was that? And what's that corny music? Creeping beneath the window, he slowly raised up until he spied the lone TV, a porno playing in living color.

Gawking, his head turning curiously to the side as he struggled to assimilate the overload of information flooding his teen brain.

Dudes do that kind of shit? Mr. Simpson does that kind of shit! And they got films with it? His head spinning, he practically stood, staring at the TV. Then he saw something that nearly knocked him out. In the hall, Mr. Simpson appeared, bare butt naked then... his cousin LeRon appeared, and he was bare butt naked too!

His head swirling, he did stand then. Down the hall the pair walked, LeRon's firm ass rotating from left to right until they disappeared around a corner.

What the? Shocked, Nicky stood there for an eternity. In a matter of seconds he'd seen his first porn, gay no less, his cousin's neighbor bare balls naked, and his cousin naked as a Jaybird!

The lone TV still broadcasting the strange video, his eyes returned to the screen. A pair of guys were in what looked like a gym. One guy lay on work bench, while the other guy was spotting him. But the guy spotting him had his dick out and the one on the workbench wasn't doing much lifting. Instead, he had the other guy's dick in his mouth.

Mouth dropped open, Nicky stared at the TV for some time, his mind reeling. His teen body doing what came naturally, he soon sported a huge bulge in his tight shorts.

For the longest he stared at the film, his excited boy growth twitching and swelling until, without thinking, he took his dick out. He was so absorbed in the film, he was almost caught by his cousin dashing down the hall.

Tucking his throbbing length back in his shorts, he made haste for the fence.

After that first time, Nicky became obsessed. If LeRon was doing the nasty with Mr. Simpson, it must've been ok, he reasoned, especially since LeRon was older than him. Besides, as long as nobody saw him, what was the harm?

Like a moth to a flame he was drawn to the window. Leaving his house, he'd creep through his cousin's backyard, praying he wouldn't see him until he was safe under the magical window.

Dick in hand, he'd watch the proceedings, his eyes wandering from the porn to what his cousin and Mr. Simpson were doing on the bed. His only regret was that he couldn't be included.

When LeRon spotted him that day, he was mortified. Panicked, he'd ducked down, scurrying along the side of the house until he was out of site, his dick bouncing in front of him the whole way.

When I finally understood what Nicky was talking about, I felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off me.

"You...you wanna go..too?" He nodded his head. I shrugged my shoulders and we made a silent pact.

"But... you gonna tell?"

"Tell what?"

Distressed, he looked at his feet. "You was doin' it too," He mumbled.

"Nicky. Just tell me what you're talkin' `bout."

"The nasty. You and Mr. Simpson."

"Yeah?"

"So... you can't tell I was doin' it too."

"With Mr. Simpson!"

"No! You know..." He made a gesture like he was jacking off and finally I understood.

"Is that what you were doin?" He nodded, his face reddening. I studied him a few then I told him, "I ain't gonna tell."

He smiled, relieved then we talked for some time about what'd happened with both of us and what we anticipated when we both went to Mr. Simpson's. Suffice it say, Mr. Simpson was extra shocked when we showed up that day.

His concern soon turned to glee though.

"Mr. Simpson, this is my cousin Nicky," I nervously introduced. He nodded, his face uncertain.

"He wants to do it too." That was all I said and then a smile broke out on his face.

"He does, huh?"

Approaching Nicky, he looked straight at the way his dick was just sticking out. Nicky must've had some big shit.

Nicky didn't flinch, his dick pushing his shorts out when Mr. Simpson touched it. My dick stuck out then and my heart started beating real fast. This was going to be different.

"But you can't tell," Nicky whispered when Mr. Simpson started to opening his shorts.

"Never," Mr. Simpson whispered, that fatherly smile on his face.

Nicky's shit jumped out like mine that first time, slapping him on the stomach. He stared at it as Mr. Simpson fisted the head of his dick. That clear stuff started leaking and Nicky trembled when Mr. Simpson smeared it around the swollen head.

I was starting to feel left out, Mr. Simpson's attention mostly on Nicky. Like he'd done me so many times, he pulled Nicky's shorts and briefs down until everything above his knees was naked.

My cousin is damn good looking, a light caramel colored boy with smooth skin and cute face. Can't remember looking at him that way before but while he stood there in Mr. Simpson's kitchen with his dick and ass out, I couldn't help noticing how hot he was.

He had a bubble butt and it kept squeezing when Mr. Simpson would rub his dick just the right way. He was younger than me by a couple of years but he was already getting a six pack.

Mr. Simpson told him to take everything off and then he started taking my dick out. I guess I was extra excited because the head of my dick was all wet and there was a stain in my briefs.

He smiled at me and I blushed, his hand on my dick making me close my eyes. When I opened them Nicky was naked, his dick sticking up like a flagpole. I saw him staring at me and I got embarrassed. Sure I'd just watched him but it still felt weird, my cousin staring at me with a boner.

"Comon," Mr. Simpson instructed, leading us to the room. I got naked and then we lay on the bed. He hovered over us, licking and sucking every part that'd make us squirm and our dicks bob until, finally he was between our legs,

So here we lay, my legs going up while Nicky watches, his dick so hard, it looks like it might snap off. My face reddening, I felt Mr. Simpson lick my balls. Nicky stares, though he lays flat, his eyes bouncing from between my legs to my face for a reaction.

When Mr. Simpson's tongue finds my hairless hole, I can't help gasping. It always makes me gasp, some in surprise but mostly because it feels so... weird.

Back and forth Mr. Simpson traveled, first between my legs, then Nicky's until we couldn't take it anymore. His hand on my dick, Nicky moaned loudly as he lapped at his tight hole. Then I saw his dick stand up and it started spurting.

That sent me over the edge and Mr. Simpson got a fistful of hot cum, his face still buried in Nicky's sweet ass.

We went over there many times following that. Nicky was down for everything and sometimes it seemed he wanted to go more than me.

"Com'on," He'd say, pulling me towards the fence.

Mr. Simpson didn't have to get him to do things like he did me. He saw him sucking my dick and he just took Mr. Simpson's dick in his.

When Mr. Simpson moved to kiss him, he didn't look uncomfortable. Just let him, his mouth moving, I guess because they were swappin' spit.

Mr. Simpson was sucking my dick one time and he just straddled me and pushed his dick at my mouth. Had to admit, that was pretty hot though, sucking his dick while Mr. Simpson worked my post.

So it wasn't a surprise to any of us when Nicky got all hot to fuck. Guess we'd watched enough of it in the pornos and his curiosity got the best of him. Obsessed, he kept getting between my legs, staring at my ass and playing with my hole. He didn't tell me but I kind of gathered my ass must've been hot.

Still, it was weird, your younger cousin focused on your ass like that. I mean the nigga would feel on it when I was sleep and he was always putting his dick between my cheeks. I'd be in the shower and he'd show up, his dick hard!

When we were playing ball, he'd get all up on me, his hard dick mashing against my ass. But at Mr. Simpson's he'd let go, rolling on top of me and grinding or laying between my legs on his stomach and staring at my ass like it was the eighth wonder of the world or something.

That day he finally got on top of me, I think me and Mr. Simpson were both amused. He watched intrigued, but said nothing as Nicky clumsily searched for my tight hole.

"Here," He offered, handing Nicky some lube.

I felt it pour between my cheeks, my dick throbbing to the unique sensations. Had you told me it would lead to this, that first time I spied porno through Mr. Simpson's window, I probably would've taken off screaming.

But when Nicky lay on top of me, his randy dick probing my anxious hole, it felt so good I almost creamed myself. When his unusually large boy tool sunk home, I squirmed and yelled for him to go slow. But like the kid he was, slow wasn't in his vocabulary.

Mr. Simpson helped him slow it down and, eventually, I felt his trembling groin snuggle my jiggling ass cheeks. The rest, as they say was history. I held him there for a few, sensing the incredible sensation of a dick inside my ass and somewhere deep in my psyche I think I knew this was what I'd wanted all along.

I wouldn't have ever admitted it then but having him inside me like that was so cool. He raised up, his dick almost pulling out, then he pushed back. My eyes went crossed and my head came up off the bed but it felt soooo good.

In no time he was fucking me, his hips rising and falling while Mr. Simpson watched, his hand fisting his huge dick. That good spot inside started responding and then I squeezed my asshole around his dick. Grabbing handfuls of pillow, I bit my lower lip, my asshole quivering.

Never in my life had I felt something so good. Some part of me knew I'd been turned out but it wasn't how I'd thought it would be. I wasn't an unwilling victim, changed into something I didn't want to be. No, gripping more pillow, I moaned instead in ecstasy, thrilled I'd found Mr. Simpson and his videos.

The bed rocking, Nicky rode me like a champ. Mr. Simpson lay along side me, his dick at my mouth and I took it inside. A dick in both ends, I tried to imagine how it could get better.

Grunting and panting in my ear, Nicky leaned over until his extended tongue lapped at Mr. Simpson's dick too. We were like ravenous wolves, every sensation better than the last.

When he moaned in my ear, I knew he was getting a good nutt so I squeezed my asshole tighter. He suppressed a yell, his breath hot on my ear as he humped me voraciously. I'm not sure, but I swear I felt his cum squirting inside me.

My dick leaping on the bed, torrents of boy juice spurted in warm puddles beneath me. Mr. Simpson started moaning too and I felt his dick leap in my mouth. Soon I felt it jet his load and, as always, I held it in my mouth until I could spit it in the sink.

We kicked it that whole Saturday, my parents and Nicky's mom at a baseball game in another town.

Feeling Nicky inside of me was so hot, I wanted to see what it was like. Nicky wasn't so hot on the idea though. He howled and claimed I was too big so I couldn't get off.

That's when I got the crazy idea I wanted to try Mr. Simpson's big dick. It stood to reason I'd want it eventually, but he warned me it wouldn't be the same. I was determined though so, that evening, I found myself on my knees once more, my ass high in the air. The difference this time, however, was that Nicky wasn't outside watching. Instead, he lay under me, his head between my legs, anxiously anticipating the show.

Mr. Simpson put a lot of lube on my ass, then he warmed me up with his fingers. That seemed easy enough, even when he got two inside of me. Nicky's dick right at my face, it bounced and bobbled with glee, his eyes missing nothing.

Then I felt Mr. Simpson put his big dick at my hole and I gulped Nicky's dick down my throat to distract me. I was doing pretty good, much to Nicky's delight, then I felt that big head prying my asshole open and I let out a yelp.

Mr. Simpson slowed up, unlike my impatient cousin. Little by little he fed me more of that big thing but it kept feeling like his dick was getting bigger and hurting more. Yelling, I was just about to tell him I couldn't do it when I felt a pair of warm lips sliding up my dick.

Me and Nicky had been experimenting with blow jobs in between visits, but his lips had never felt so good. Trembling with surprise, all of my attention was on his warm lips, sliding up and down my brick hard length. A brotha was workin' it!

When I felt Mr. Simpson's groin nuzzle my cheeks, you could've bought me for a nickel. His entire length inside me, I sensed it, tentatively squeezing my asshole around it. I couldn't help it and a moan of delight escaped me.

The three of us found heaven that Saturday afternoon. Nicky's dick in my mouth, it danced on my tongue, the head swelling with excitement. Mr. Simpson found a rhythm, his engorged girth spreading my hole wider than it'd ever been. Enraptured, my dick soared towards a rapid release, the duel sensations completing our circle of nirvana.

Had our parents caught us, I suppose it would've been tragic. But me and Nicky were so protective of the oasis of delight we'd found in our otherwise bleak existence, the last thing we'd do is jeopardize it.

In that haven of lust, we rocked on the bed, my asshole squeezing Mr. Simpson's dick like a vice while Nicky and I gave each other blow jobs, like the two boys in that video from so long ago.

Each of us screaming with delight, we all let loose, each in its respective orifice. Nuzzling my neck, Mr. Simpson grunted and yelled, his dick exploding deep inside me. I squeezed the fuck out of his dick, trembling and shaking in ecstasy, my dick spitting heavy lobs of boy juice down Nicky's throat.

Nicky moaned and yelled around my dick, his dick going super hard, then my mouth filled with his issue, most of it pelting the back of my throat it was jetting out so hard.

Over and over the three of us spurted until there was nothing left. When it was all over, we collapsed on the bed, heaving gulps of air, satisfied grins on our face.

"You swallow it?" Mr. Simpson said, after some time. I shook my head, but he wasn't looking at me. A big grin on his face, Nicky nodded his head, then opened his mouth to show it was empty.

I'd like to say we continued for some time, a happy circle of man and boys but, as always, just when you find that piece of happiness, something comes along and snatches it away.

My parents moved not long after that summer and I never saw Mr. Simpson again. Nicky and his mom eventually moved to our city. We clung to each other, our forbidden attraction our only solace. Even today he and I remain sexually active, our stolen times together from our wives a guilty pleasure we never got over. But that's another story...