Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2021 21:27:55 -0700 From: Rocky Hawkins Subject: Do You Think He Does More? Author's Note: This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not... I love email and feedback, so let me know if you like this one! DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Donate: Nifty operates free because there's people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It's worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org. ======================================================== "Dude, of COURSE I've had a blowjob before," I said, rolling my eyes. "I told ya already. On my birthday a couple months ago!" My best friend, Toby, didn't believe me. "You're lying! You told me that Sarah never gave it up!" I tapped him on the shoulder and passed the rest of my Marlboro Ultra Light to him. "Nah, man, it wasn't Sarah. She won't even talk to me anymore. But I got a hook-up, and I get my cock sucked anytime I need it." He took the last drag and flicked it into the gutter. "You're full of shit." I stood up from the make-shift chairs we had setup behind the 7-11, and swatted the dirt off my jeans. All the 16 year olds came back here to smoke after school. "Think what you want. I can get head anytime - I just have to setup a time when my parents aren't around." Toby got up, following me as I walked to the front of the store. I had 2 bucks left to spend, and I wanted a burrito. Toby didn't say anything in the store; he snuck a candy bar into his pocket, then filled a slurpee. They were 50 cents today. At the counter, the clerk looked at us both, trying to find a reason to bust us. I handed her my money, and we left. On the way home, we kicked a rock and dodged traffic. My house was closer than Toby's, so he would come over after school most days. "Doug, you want half of this?" Toby had snagged a Twix, and offered me one. I took it, chomping on it between burrito bites. Hot as hell on the outside, frozen in the middle. Perfect. I flipped on the NES and we started to play Mario 3. This was the 90's, after all. What else is there to do? 10 minutes into the game, I noticed Toby shift a bit. We were both laying in front of the TV on the bed, and he was fidgiting. After the 4th time wiggling around, I paused the game. "What is you're deal, Toby?" I asked. His face was flush. He shrugged. I pestered. "Seriously?" His voice got low. "I... you know... got a hard on..." I chuckled. "Oh, dude, so what? We've had them tons of times." He looked at me. "I know, but you never told me you're getting someone to suck you. I mean, I can't even get a girl to kiss me! I just keep thinking about what it must be like to get a girl to go all the way like that...." He shifted again. Toby and I used to jerk off when we were 12, but when we first started dating girls, that faded. Neither of us were 'gay' or nothin, but I remember how fun it was to compare sizes and how far we could get our cum to shoot. I'm not sure why we stopped doing it. I decided to throw him a bone. "Well, if you're all boned up, you're no good playing this game. Want me to grab the porno mag, and we can beat one out quick? Nothin' gay, but like old times?" He smiled, shy at first. "Yeah, Doug, I kinda need to get off." It was just like old times. We both flipped off our shirts and sat up against the headboard. With nothing on our mind but the idea of sliding into some warm hole, we both began to rub over our jeans. Secretly, I've always liked to watch him jerk off. When we were younger, I would put the magazine on his legs, so that I 'had to' look over his way - this gave me the chance to watch him as he would pull his foreskin back and forth. I was cut, so I was always curious about his. He didn't even need lube. But that was 3 years ago. We were both 16 now. And I know that I have grown. I wonder about him... I pulled out the JUGS magazine from years ago, the one I stopped looking at, and flipped the page. We assumed the position, and in no time, there is was. Toby unzipped, and pulled it out. He was harder than I have ever seen another dick, and his foreskin was already pulled back. I hurried to pull my own jeans down, and began to silently compare. Toby had about an inch of length on me. I knew from measuring that I was a good 5.1 inches, so he had to be an even 6. I watched as he wrapped his fist around it, taking in that we were both about the same girth. It was pretty hot to see my buddy with his fist around his cock, seeing that we were both big enough for the head to poke out when it slid up and down. We jerked in silence for a bit, and I grabbed some lube from my drawer. This pushed me along, and I started beating faster. Toby picked up the pace, and I noticed he started to meet my strokes. I Heard him begin to breathe heavy, but then he slowed. "Doug...," he breathed. "Yeah, dude, you gettin' close?" I asked. "Kinda, but I have a question..." He arched a little, and I watched his toes stretch. I kept jerking, not caring if he saw me watch him directly. Neither of us were looking at the magazine. "What, bud, what do you want to know?" I panted. I was really close. He slowed his strokes, and I stopped. I was too close. I gripped my cock, watching it get larger with each squeeze. I could cum any minute. "Well, you said you could get head anytime... were you serious? Is she a slut or something?" I laughed, losing my edge. I began to jerk again, to get back to close. "Dude, let's just cum, and I'll tell you more." We both began to pump our fists faster, and I was right there. I closed my eyes, and bit my lip. I was gonna blow. "UGH...." I heard, and opened my eyes just in time to see Toby bust. Like a small volcano, his first shot went straight up, and landed on the bed between us. Seeing that was all I needed. My hand raced over my head, and my own cum shot out. Mine was less explosive, dribbling onto my chest and abs, but I couldn't help but moan a bit. We both came down from our orgasm, and I pulled a well-used towel from between the mattress. It was kinda crusty, but it worked. We cleaned up in silence, but I could tell he was waiting for me to reply. I threw back on my shirt, subconsciously licking the remaining cum that I missed on my hand. I smiled, then realized that Toby was still waiting, and watching. "So," I stammered. "You're not wrong - Sarah never gave it up. But like I told ya, Sarah isn't who I get it from." "Yeah, right. I get that dude," Toby put his own shirt on, leaning in. The pause music from Mario 3 was still on loop. "OK, so if I tell you more, you gotta..." I stopped. He was my best friend. We literally just jerked off together. I can trust him. "...you can't tell anyone, and you can't get weird, ok?" He looked at me funny. Then he looked up, as if he was thinking. Then his eyes went wide. "Holy fuck, it's not a TEACHER is it?" I bust out laughing. My mind began to race through our collection of 50 year old teachers, and the few male gym teachers. No, no, no, no. Gross. No. "No, man, no. He's not a teacher." Fuck. Ok, here we go. "Oh..." he folded his arms. "Are you... into dudes?" I shook my head. "Look, no man. Not like that. I mean, the stuff you and I have done... just did... is cool, right? But, it's not like that. I don't think, I mean. I like girls, mostly...." He sighed. "Ok, it's cool... I mean... I kinda.. I kinda like guys." I could feel my face go white. A minute ago, I wanted to know what his cum might taste like, then I was defending myself from being gay, and now I find out my best friend IS gay? But, that might make it easier to tell him now. "So, like, dude, I don't know what I like, really - I mean, I just know that it feels good to get head, and this... guy.... Does it really well." There, that wasn't so bad. He pressed. "So, who is it then? Is he like, older? Does he come here? OMG, do I know him?" He was getting excited, and hopped on the bed again. I smiled a bit. I think this was cool. He could be trusted. What I was doing was not... what you're supposed to do. I took a deep breath. I was about to tell him. I was going to say it. But then Toby spoke. "Doug? Do you think he would give me head?" I blinked. My jaw dropped. I had no words. "Doug?" He repeated. "I mean, he's not like, your boyfriend? Oh geez! He's your boyfriend. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. I'm stupid. I just made you cheat on your -" "Oh my GOD, Toby. Stop! He's not my -boy-friend. He's not anything like that. He's just... a cock sucker. He asks to suck it, or I ask to get some, and then when my Mom isn't home, he does it." I folded my arms. I wasn't ready for this. Toby was on a roll. "Oh, so he's just like... a buddy. That's fuckin' cool. I wish I had a guy like that. I mean, back when we were younger I thought... but yeah, you got a dude that blows you. SO cool. I need a guy to do that. Or more...." We sat in silence a bit. I looked at him, but he was fiddling with his fingers. "I don't suck dick," I whispered. He nodded. "I know." More silence. Then, he had an epiphany. "Doug?" He asked. I looked over. "Do you think... DO you think your buddy would suck me off?" I let my head fall back against the headboard. How the hell would I know? How could I even ask the question? I mean... What would that look like? 'Hey baby brother? I know you like to swallow my jizz anytime you can, but now my buddy wants in?' "Maybe," I said. We dropped the topic. The game didn't feel as fun anymore. On Monday morning, Toby's mom dropped him off at my house like always. He walked into the house, like always, and sat with my brother and I at the kitchen table. I looked up at him, and he chipped down on the last piece of toast. "We takin' the bus or walkin'?" He asked. I smirked. Back to normal. "Bus.," I chewed. "Gotta drop off Dade first." We took the bus when Mom couldn't take Dade to Elementary. He was 12, and in 6th. A smaller version of me really. We both had blue eyes, light brown hair, and broad shoulders, but he was tall for his age, and much thinner. Honestly, if you looked at us front on, you would think he was a younger twin, but if we stood up, he was almost as tall ad Toby, 5'5. Toby was thin too, taking on his more Irish style features. Sandy hair, red in some ways, and lightly freckled. "That's cool. I didn't want to walk anyway." The bus made a total of 12 stops, covering the town like a city bus would. We caught the bus at stop 5, so there was still some seats left, and then at stop 9 the bus would drop off 1st-6th graders, and the rest of us would get off at the high school. My mom worked 2 jobs, so I often had to ride with Dade and make dinner and stuff after school. That's actually how it all started. See, on my 16th birthday, Sarah was supposed to take ME to dinner, and give me a big surprise. Head. I guessed. But, when she bailed on me to go to a concert with her bestie, I flipped her the finger and moved on. I came home that day mad, horny, and hungry. No party. No Dinner. No sex. I was 16! It sucked. On top of it, Dade was home, and Mom wasn't. That meant I had to cook. I made Mac n cheese, and went to my room that night. I didn't know that Dade even knew it was my birthday. "Doug?" He squeaked, his 11 year-old voice cracking like crazy. I could hear him squeak the door open. "What's up buddy?" I said, sitting up in bed. I was just in boxers, reading some book for school. Dade and I always got along. He would sleep with me during storms when Mom wasn't home, and we often had to fend for ourselves. When he pushed open the door, I noticed that he was in his underwear. I looked at the clock. 11pm! "Why aren't you in bed?" I asked, full on Dad-mode. He snuck in a bit, and I schooched over. I knew that look. He wanted to sleep in here. He didn't waste a moment to come bouncing up, and slithered under the covers. He began to cuddle up next to me, and I tightened up. I didn't tell him at the time, but I was already hard, and was just about to close the book to jerk it. Not happening tonight. "Doug?" He prompted. "Why weren't you out for your birthday? I heard on the phone that you were 'gonna get some' after dinner. But you came home for Mac n cheese?" I sighed. "Yeah, little buddy. I mean, you shouldn't be listening to my calls, dude, but yeah... Sarah bailed on me. And you know, like, when a girl likes you... she will do stuff for you." He nodded, but I doubted he got it. "So, I came home because she cancelled, to go to some music thing with her best friend." I shifted to the side, attempting to hide my non-stop boner. But as usual, he began to cuddle against me. "Doug?" He asked. "Is that like.. uhm.. what the girls do.. in that porn magazine?" The little jerk found my stash. Well, here we go. "Dade! How do you know - ugh, whatever. Don't go through my things!" He recoiled, and I sighed. "Ok, buddy. It's ok. Just... you're old enough now. Ok." I rolled my eyes and tried to figure how to explain this. "Doug?" "Yeah, I'm trying to think of how-" he interrupted. "Do boys do that too?" He asked. "Do what...?" I asked. He snuggled into me, hiding his face. He was embarrassed. "Do they suck a boy like the girls do on that magazine?" My mind went blank. My 11 year old brother just asked if boys give head. I mean, what. "I mean, uhm.. some do. It usually means they are gay." I offered. He held his breath. "Sarah didn't do that to you?" "No, Dade, she bailed on me." This was getting deep. "...But you wanted her to?" I paused. "I mean, yea. It's supposed to feel really good, buddy." He moved slowly. His hands touched my abs. I stopped breathing. What is going on? "Doug?" "Yeah, buddy?" "Can I try it?" He whispered. "Uh, what.. do you mean?" I can't - he can't mean - And then it happened. With not so much as an exhale, both both his hands reached for my dick. He pulled himself under the cover. I could feel his breathe over my boxers, his hands gripping. "Dade, what are you..." Then I felt it. My cock was suddenly warm with the softness of his lips. I felt his tongue suck me in. He began to bob up and down immediately. I couldn't believe it. "Dade!" I exclaimed. "What are you - how do you - " but I couldn't stop him. My eyes began to roll back. Even though I had never had this before, I knew he was an expert at this. How in the hell! He stopped for a second, the covers popping up. My open-jaw face stared at him. He let my cock out of his mouth. "Jimmy from the diner asked to suck me last month. I am trying to do what he did. Do you like it?" I couldn't help but smile, and he knew. He pushed back down on my head, sliding down and slurping back up. It was intense. Very intense. "Dade," I warned, knowing I was getting close. "Dade, you gotta stop..." He didn't stop. I felt my legs get tight. My fists clenched the sheets. He was gonna make me cum. I was so close. He kept going. "Dade, you gotta pull off or.. or... I'm gonna... " and it happened. My back arched, my body tightened, my throat let out a guttural moan. One, two, three shots into my brother's throat before he pulled back. My body began to thrust my hips up, wanting back into that throat, and I couldn't focus on why it wasn't there. Dade gagged a bit as the cum shot it's way into his mouth. He wasn't ready either, but he didn't stop. Coughing, he kept the tip in his mouth, and began to swallow what I gave him. My orgasm faded, and he pulled up to me, collapsing on my chest. "Did you like it?" He asked. I Nodded, and ran my fingers through his hair. He began to hum a bit. I pulled his head up looking me in the eyes. "Did YOU like it, Dade?" I wondered. He nodded, and dropped his head back down. "I always wanted that, Doug. I loved it. I'll do it again anytime you want, ok? Not just for your birthday." My head was spinning. I just... I just got head from my brother. I came... into his mouth. My own brother. A dude. And I liked it. -- We got to school, and the week went on as normal. I knew that Toby was hinting for more, but he stopped asking after that day, and I wasn't ready to tell him anything more. But it didn't matter. We were buddies. We knew more about each other, but it didn't change anything. We still flirted with the girls. We still teased Josh for his underwear in gym class. I still flunked the math quiz that Toby aced. Friday, things changed. "Doug? Can I crash this weekend?" I nodded. Toby hadn't slept over in a while, and not the entire weekend. I knew what he wanted, and I was finally ready to do it. But I had to think about this. On the walk home, I had the talk. "Toby, I know why you want to come over this weekend," He looked at his feet as we walked. "It's cool. I think I can get you what you want," I said, stopping before the intersection. I waited until he looked at me. When he did, his shoulders popped. He needed more. "What, Doug. I mean, I'm horny all the time. I'm ready to know what it's like. And..." He turned to a whisper, "...if it's a guy, I mean... I'm ready." I smiled. I can't deny my friend, right? I spoke, slowly. "Toby, I think I can convince 'him' to do you. But, I can't tell you who 'he' is. Would you be ok with a blindfold? And, I need to be in the room." He looked at me funny. I didn't change my expression. Toby twiddled his thumbs around his hands and fidgeted. "Deal." I punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Ok. I know it's weird, but for now.. it just has to be that way." "I am ready. Deal." We walked home, and I laughed a few times as Toby had to re-adjust. Again, and again. Yes, he surely needed this. I just had to get Dade to do it. But I had a feeling... "Toby!" Dade yelled from the kitchen, as we walked in. See, Dade was Tony's biggest fan. 3 years ago, Dade was really struggling. He couldn't swim, and the coach in 3rd grade was no help. But Toby has a pool. That whole summer, lesson after lesson. Now, Dade can swim circles around anyone, and has NO fear of deep dives. I guess they bonded. Perhaps it was more than just the swimming. Dade pulled up to us as we hiked the stairs to my room, 3 cokes in hand. I pointed to Tony to head on in, but stopped Dade. "Need to chat, mister." I commanded. We walked across to his room. "Are you mad at me?" He insisted. "No, no. I have a question." I closed the door, leaning against it, and sighed. He sat slowly. "What..?" I smiled, nervously. "Do you... like... Toby?" He blushed, then coughed, then stammered. "I mean, he's cool." "Dade," I said, sternly. "He's gonna be staying the weekend. Which means, uhm.. Our Saturday thing can't happen," He immediately shriveled. His body, once nervous, now defeated. "Oh," he whispered. I knelt down, pulling his chin to my eye level, forcing him to look at me. "But..." He lit up a bit. "But... if you wanted to do, you know, what you do," I breathed, "Toby might be into it too." He tilted his head. Then he scowled. "You told him?" I shook my head. "No. I told him that I'm getting laid, but I didn't say it was you. But... you like him, right? So, if you, you know... wanted. I could give you a chance at it." He swallowed hard. I felt him breathe heavy. I continued, "I would blindfold him. I wouldn't let him see you, and I would be in the room- " "You would watch me?" He asked. I nodded. "Ok." He said, flatly. I looked at him, hard. "Dade, you don't have to. This is FOR you. If you're not into it -" "No," he said. "I want to try it. I mean, I like to do it. But, can I still do you..?" Oh jeez, is he worried I'm giving him away?? "Dade! Oh, geez!" I reached in to hug him. "He is not replacing me. He just wanted to know what it's like to get head - and you, my brother, are the fucking best!" He laughed, and then I joined him. It's set. "Tonight, I'll come get you after dinner." Pizza was delivered. Movies and popcorn were had. 11pm came quick, and Dade went to bed. That's when I told Toby we would do this. "Doug, when is your buddy gonna be here?" He asked, as the commercials played in our dark living room. I popped open another Coke. "Soon, dude. I gotta call him. Go change into your boxers and I'll make the call. You'll have to be blindfolded, he doesn't want you to see him. And, no touching." Toby nodded. He practically hopped to his feet, grabbing his bag. Not even 3 minutes, he was back, in his boxers, his hard-on already visible. And cologne? I smirked. "Blindfold time." He nodded. "Doug?" He asked. "It's not you, is it? I mean, if so, that's cool - but if it is, just tell me." I laughed. No dude. I promise. When he's robbing your knob, I'll keep talking so you know it's not me. I don't give head, ok?" He chuckled. I went upstairs to 'call' my buddy. Dade opened the door, slightly groggy. He had fallen asleep, but followed me close. I put my finger to my lips, and he crept. Toby was sitting, hands to his side. I opened the front door, and slammed it lightly. He looked over, but it was clear he couldn't see. I lead Dade to his spot in front of Toby. Toby made no indication of presence until I spoke. "He's here." I said. Toby began to reach out. "No, no." I reminded. Dade kneeled down, and pulled on Toby's boxers. They both really wanted this, and watching it happen made me hard. I nodded to Dade, encouraging him. The next moments were probably as good for them as it was for me my first time. I heard (and felt) the gasp Toby made when Dade's soft, expert lips wet the tip of Toby's throbbing cock. I held my breath along with him as Dade slid down for the first time. I watched and bit my own lip as Toby's hands clutched the couch. I could tell he was desperate to grab Dade's head, but we respecting the rules of 'no touch'. Soon, Dade and Toby got into rhythm. Up and down, swirling his tongue, Dade used his best and my favorite techniques on him. It took minutes before Toby announced, "I'm close." Dade picked up the pace, and Toby said again, "I'm.. close..." Just like my first time, Dade wanted it all. He became a machine, sucking and stroking. Toby's uncut cock didn't change his effort, and soon, I saw his legs stretch. "Cum in his mouth, Toby," I urged. Toby, waiting for my voice in the dark, knew that I wasn't the one servicing him, and he let go. "Fuccccccccccccck," he moaned, letting that same heavy shot of cum loose that I saw only a few days before. My brother, still holding tight, took it all into his mouth, swallowing as he sucked. Without caution, Dade pulled off, and began to speak. Before I could stop him, he sighed, saying, "That was great." All time stopped. "..Daaaade?" Toby lurched for him, grabbing his shoulder. He ripped off the blindfold. "Doug!!! This is your BROTHER!" Dade broke loose, scrambling up to his room, and Toby began to frantically pull up his boxers, his cock still semi-hard. "I can explain," I began. "You fuckin' better! What the hell! He's ... he's a kid!" Toby screamed. I stood in front of Toby, stopping his pacing. I guided him to the couch, and explained how Dade came to me that night. I told him how Dade asked for it, wanted it, needs it. "I know it's weird. I know it's not normal." I said. "But, I also know that it's not hurting anyone, and he is the one who wants it. I didn't ask for it, and I wouldn't ever make him do it. He thinks the WORLD of you, Toby... he WANTED to do this for you." I called Dade down, and we all had a very weird conversation. Things changed that night with all of us. Dade asked Toby to marry him on Dec 11th, 2004. They have 4 dogs and 6 horses, and live in Montana on 354 acres. I joined the Navy, and recently was promoted to O-5 (Commander). I don't have a brother to help me anymore, but being on a ship of men doesn't hurt either. ======================================================== Like it? Email me. justwriting@soniq.org