Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2014 17:06:58 -0700 From: Thomas Spencer Subject: Decisions, Decisions Chapter 2 I'd first like to say thank you (once again) to all of the readers who took the time to reply with their votes, comments, and suggestion for the first chapter of this story. It's been a long time since I wrote anything, much less published it online, so I hadn't a clue as to what level of response, if any, to expect. Needless to say the feedback was inspiring and has given me not just motivation to get the next chapter written, but also ideas for future chapters as well as other standalone stories. That being said, I encourage everyone to send in their feedback about this story, your votes for the next chapter, send if you have any ideas, scenarios, or fantasies played out (in fiction, of course), please don't hesitate to ask. I don't judge, no matter how taboo the subject matter. Before I continue on, I wanted to touch upon something I found as rather silly for an archive devoted to fiction writing and that is the seeming need for every author to post a disclaimed at the onset of each published story reminding readers that the following work is pure fiction, to obey all applicable laws, and for those who are not of age to find elsewhere to peruse literary fantasies. Last time I checked, even with topics that involve questionable written material, actual published authors never had to write such nonsense. Have you ever thumbed through a fiction novel and read such a disclaimer or get carded at the bookstore (a legitimate bookstore) before purchasing a novel aimed at the adult demographic? I certainly haven't. I don't know if any of you have and this is just me talking from within my innocently ignorant American bubble. In any event, on with the story and as always, remember to donate to Nifty. ----- Decisions, Decisions: Chapter Two Alex's mind continued to race as the footsteps coming down the stairs became louder and louder, matching the beating of his heart and throbbing of his precum-drenched cock. He was dripping wet from head to toe with sweat, water, and pre-ejaculate. His eyes darted back and forth from the living room entrance all the way on the other side of the kitchen to the double glass doors leading out to the patio. Whomever was coming had reached the bottom of the stairs, it was now or never. Summoning up as much courage as he could, Alex bound for the door to the patio, his hardened dick pointing the way, like the mast of a ship bound towards the Sirens on the rocks. He slid the screen door open as quickly, but as quietly as possible before slipping outside and closing it behind him. Though it was the middle of the night, the cinderblock base of the patio still retained much of the summer day heat, a stack contrast of the kitchen tiles which Alex had found a blessing before being exiled out into the open air. Not wanting to stray too far, Alex ducked behind a large potted bush situated next to the patio doors and peered into the kitchen. Stepping out of the shadows of the hall, Alex's recognized the silohette of his older brother Shaun wandering into the kitchen, with what had to have been the most ridiculous case of bedhead Alex had ever seen. On its worst day, Shaun's hair could make most Jew-fros jealous with curly outrageousness, but thankfully Shaun made every attempt to keep the beast tamed and trimmed. Shaun flipped on the kitchen lights, which did nothing to help Alex's aroused state. He always had a fondness for his older brother, but that feeling recently had begun turning into something much more carnal in nature. Something that nobody would approve of; neither his family or friends, and certainly not his Catholic priest, unless he turned out to be one of those kind of priests who made the premise of a joke told around the water cooler or in the mechanic's garage. Alex continued to squat down behind the potted bush, taking his brother's physical appearance into keen observation. It certainly helped that the boy, well, young man was wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting green and blue stripped boxerbriefs that clung to his meaty, well-developed thighs thanks to years of playing catcher in little league, middle school, and high school (two years All State). The rest of the hunk's body was just as delicious for his younger brother to lust after. Unlike many guys who strive for ridiculous levels of muscle definition, Shaun's body looked as if it belonged to a beefy MidWesterner, though the family had always resided in Upstate New York. As Shaun drew further into the kitchen, Alex was treated to a better view of his demigod. This was as revealing as he had ever seen his brother, and Alex began stroking himself while taking in all of the details he had rarely seen before. His moderately furry legs, a bulging package that Alex wouldn't mind getting as a hand-me-down, a thin treasure trail shooting out of the waist band of his underwear, traveling up and stopping short at his navel. His torso and chest remained hairless, although he certainly had a sexy tuft of hair under each armpit. Then came Alex's favorite: those pecs. They sat on his brother's chest like two mini boulders of flesh, complimented by supple, plump nipples to boot. Alex, becoming uncomfortable with prolonged squatting, shifted positions and kneeed down, his leg spread wide enough for adequate balance, though causing his bubble butt cheeks to spread nice and wide, exposing his cherry teen hole to the elements. A brief gust of wind brushed past him, chilling the perspiration reting atop his hole. Alex gasped from the shock, almost too loudly. He covered his mouth with his free hand while continuing to jerk himself off. Shaun, having been distracted by his phone, sharply looked up after Alex's gasp, the peculiar sound earning his attention. He slowly started edging closer to the door. "Hello?" Shaun whispered, "Mitchell, is that you?" Alex remained nearly frozen with the fear of being caught outside, naked, still stroking his meatstick, more turned on than he ever had been before. Mitchell was Shaun's best friend, why would Shaun think he was out on the patio at this hour, Alex thought, but not for long. He was trapped where he was, between the potted bush and the tall fence that lined the eastern border of the Winters' property, sectioning off the backyard from the garage. If his brother came outside, he'd find Alex in the most compromising position of his life and he'd certainly never let him live it down. Abandoning hope, Alex began furiously beating down on his cock. If he was going to get caught, he might as well enjoy the most of it. Shaun made his way around the kitchen island, only a few feet away. Alex kept his eyes on his brother, imagining laying in his lap, suckling on one of his nipples like a baby being nursed, while being stroked by his brother's catcher mitt calloused hands. Alex felt his balls once again draw up to his body, his orgasm nearing climax. Only then... Shaun stepped exactly where Alex had been icing himself down and jerking off a few minutes earlier, slipped, and took a massive fall, his right forearm bashing violently on the island counter. Alex stopped jerking off immediately. "FUCK!!!" Shaun shouted in wild agony, as he lay crumpled on the kitchen floor, clutching his arm. In his fall, his phone had been thrown in the air, only to have crashed and broken into several pieces right next to the downed catcher. "Oh shit!" Alex swore to himself under his breath as he watched his brother writhe in pain, waves of guilt crashing down upon him. His cock, however, betrayed his emotions and remained hard as can be. It wasn't long before their mother and father came down from upstairs to survey the damage. Their mother let out a mild shriek and ran to her eldest boy. "What happened?" She cried while crouching down to cradle his head. "And what are you doing up this late?" Their father added. "I couldn't sleep." Shaun managed to say through gritted teeth. "I came down for some water and there must have been some on the ground." "Well why didn't you just get some from your bathroom?" Their father asked with ridiculous incredulousness. It was a dumb question indeed, but he seemed beyond irritated having been woken up in the dead of night. "I wanted ice too, okay? It's fucking hot in my room! When will the goddamn air conditioning be fixed?" Shaun fired back, the pain in his arm fueling the rage in his head. "Alright, watch your mouth!" Their father responded as Alex continued to watch and listen. While he was upset about his brother's injury, he was glad that at least he wasn't the only person in the house having difficulties sleeping. Their mother tried touching Shaun's arm, which showed the beginnings of some serious bruising, but Shaun grunted with pain and yanked it sharply away, only to grimace once again. "It's probably broken." His father concluded, "Let's get you dressed and I'll take you to the emergency room. Hun, can you go grab him some clothes while I go get the car ready?" Both parents helped lift Shaun to his feet. "Sure thing, sweetie. Should I wake up the others?" Alex's heart gave a huge lurch after hearing that. His mother would absolutely freak the hell out if she didn't find him in his room. "Nah, there's no need to. We'll tell them in the morning how this bonehead injured himself." "It wasn't my fault!" Shaun shot back, looking even more pissed than before. "Yeah, yeah. Just sit here and try not to hurt yourself or break anything else." With that, they left Shaun sitting at the kitchen table and went off in their respective directions. Both boys sat in silence, neither not knowing what to do next. Shaun had his head propped up by his good arm and hand, Alex still kneeling on the patio stone, the coarseness beginning to dig at his knees. All he had to do, Alex reasoned to himself, was to stay put and wait for them to leave for the hospital and he could get back into the house, back to bed, and put the whole night behind him. No sooner did he think that then Shaun's attention turned toward the corner of the kitchen, more specifically to the potted plant Alex had accidentally kicked his briefs behind. Shaun slowly got up and made his way over to the plant. "No, no, no, no, no, get away from there!" Alex md at his brother form inside his head. Gingerly, Shaun bent over, reached behind the plant, and picked up his brother's sweat, water, and precum-soaked briefs. "Dammit!" Alex cursed to himself in defeat. Shaun looked at the briefs, then to the puddle of water where he slipped, and then to the patio doors. He weighed the briefs in his hand and then took a huge whiff of them while still looking at the patio doors. "You pervy little bastard." He said while walking over, being careful of the water. Alex swallowed hard, he was so screwed. He was about to get up and reveal himself to end everything when Shaun stopped at the patio doors. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, Alex, but you are going to pay for this. Have a nice time sleeping outside." He laughed to himself, closed the patio door, and moved the thick lock into place, before turning around and burying his brother's briefs down in the trash, piling things on top of them. Alex hung his head while weighing out his current predicament: he was completely naked, locked out of his house, and it was the middle of the night. The feeling of being screwed only intensified as he sat there and watched his mother come back and help Shaun get dressed before leading him out of the side door. He heard a chatter of commotion on the side of the house, followed by his father's car starting up and leaving the driveway. His mother came back into the kitchen, cleaned up the spill on the ground, turned the lights off, and headed back upstairs. Alex stood up from his kneeling position and stretched his limbs out, his muscles having become incredibly sore from being locked for so long. He went and attempted to open up the patio doors, but to no avail. It was a futile attempt to begin with and he knew it. He also knew that his mother and father also kept the front door locked, however there was a very small chance that they had left the side door unlocked. A very, very small chance. Rather than begin to make his way all around the house to see about the access situation with the side door, Alex instead ventured out into the backyard. With his brother and father away as well as all of the bedrooms in the house, aside from his own, facing the street, Alex knew he wasn't going to be seen by anyone in the backyard. Unless Old Man Matthews next door was awake and watching from the second floor of his house with a pair of nightvision goggles. Alex highly doubted that possibility. The events of the past hour or so notwithstanding, Alex was still rather aroused and now that he was coming to better terms with his predicament, he started to become more at ease with his surroundings. It was still unbelievably warm, but between his nakedness, still being covered in a few different liquids, and the occasional breeze, his level of comfort increased ten-fold. Feeling a sense of wickedness come over himself, Alex began dancing in the moonlight, running his hands all over his hairless teenage body, gyrating his hips and forcing his cock to whip up and smack him firmly on the stomach. He giggled with childish abandon and repeated the motion time and time again, precum flying all over the yard and up against his body like a leaky faucet of boyhood hormones and sexuality. He then performed a handstand and started walking as far as he could in the yard before letting himself softly down on the dew-covered grass, the slick blades tickling his body. Alex stared up at the stars, closed his eyes, and once again started jacking off. It had been quite the evening/morning and he still hadn't gotten off. Feeling alone and at one with the world, he reached up and gave his nipple a sharp twist. He moaned with pleasure, making no attempt to mask his ecstasy. He beat his meat with manic, sexual fervor, with naughty images flooding his mind. He pictured Shaun bounding into his room wearing nothing but another pair of his thigh-clinging, bulge showcasing boxerbriefs, ripping the sheets off of his body, tearing his Alex's clothes off, pulling him onto his lap, and spanking his ass with no abandon. Alex imagined tears flowing out of his eyes, yet grinding his hard, hairless cock into his brother's lap, trying to grind into the older boy's package. Alex broke into a wide smile as he saw himself being thrown off his brother's lap, onto the ground, and Shaun standing up, reaching for the waistband of his underwear, about to pull them down and free his thick, juicy cock when he suddenly snapped out of his dream. "Shaun, is that you? Shaun!?" A hushed voice sounded from behind the large row of bushes separating the west end of the property from the Matthews' residence. Alex remained still and quiet, but began smashing his head back into the ground, frustrated as can be from having yet another orgasm killed. "Seriously Shaun that better be you. I've been waiting out here for twenty minutes for your slow ass." Alex thought the voice sounded awfully like Mitchell's. "It's not Shaun, Mitch. It's Alex!" he replied, adopting the same hushed tone of voice. "Alex?" Mitchell replied, sounding mildly surprised. "What are you going out this late, little man?" Alex had to smile to himself. He had always loved when Mitchell called him that. "It's a long story, but I'm locked out of my house." "Oh that sucks, little man. Lemme come over there and help you back in..." "No, you can't come over here!" Alex replied quickly, getting up as fast as he could from the ground, and covering his aroused genitals, even though no one could see him. "Why not?" "'Cause, I'm, ummm... I'm naked. And why are you waiting for Shaun?" He tried quickly to cover his admission. "Never mind about Shaun, how did you get yourself locked out of the house completely naked?" "You answer me first." "We're supposed to go swimming over here at Old Man Matthews' place. We've been doing it like every night. Now you." "Well he's not coming tonight, he's at the hospital. Fell and broke his arm." "You still haven't answered me, little man." Alex stood there silently and didn't answer. "Don't make me wait, I'm sure I can make this night worse for you." "I told you, it's a long story." "Well little man, you've got two choices. You either come over here to tell me and maybe get a swim out of it or I'm coming over there and beating it out of you." Alex stopped covering his cock and balls, gave them a nice squeeze, and then smiled. Decisions, decisions. ----- So what does Alex decide on next? a) Join Mitchel next door for confessions and swimming. Or b) Force Mitchell to come over to his yard which he may end up "regretting". As always I'm looking forward to your e-mails. Let me know how I'm doing and where you'd like this story to go next. I also eventually get around to replying to every email sent, even if it takes me a few days. Thanks again for your support and don't forget to donate to Nifty. It's good karma, y'all. Tom (inkedpapercut@yahoo.com)