Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2018 17:45:01 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Heard It Through the Walls

Title: Heard It through the Walls


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I have to say I was about 11 when I first heard it. I wasn't old enough to
understand the sounds; not really. They sounded like some kind of hammer,
hitting against the ceiling.  I just knew it was enough to wake me up. When
I looked at the clock, it was almost 2am. Too late for Dad to be
working. But, it did sound like it was coming from his space.

I twisted around to reach for the light. "Doug, are you up? What's that
bangin-" but I stopped. With the light on, I could clearly see that my
brother, Doug, wasn't in the twin bed across from me in our shared room. He
was 14, and my hero. "Doug?" I whispered.

I began to get frightened. With the light on, I could see that there was no
danger, but the banging got faster, and louder. I curled up tight around my
Scooby Doo blankets, and forced my eyes closed tight. Moments later, the
sounds stopped. Then, a creaking of the stairs. Someone WAS in Dad's
workshop. No one was allowed up there but him.

I listened under the covers, feeling scared, but mad as well. I was 11! I
shouldn't be afreaid of some silly noises! But, with each creak of the
stairs, my heart skipped a beat, and my breath held. Was Doug up in Dad's
space? Why would he be up there so late? And was he making something?
That's gotta be it! Doug was making something, and using Dad's tools! Of
course, Dad never let us up there, so he must be doing it while Dad
slept. I doubt the noise would be heard by him, since he was on the first
floor. I began to relax.

Until the door creaked open. I gasped.

"Dade," Doug whispered. I pulled the covers down to see Doug, in his
underwear, creeping into the room. "Why did you turn the light on! Why are
you even awake?"

He was mad at me? The whispers were tight and angry.

"I..." I stammered. "I heard banging..."

Doug rushed to the light, flicking it off. I could tell he was upset. Why
was he in his underwear? Doug always sleeps in jogging pants. Maybe he
spilled paint on them?

"Go to bed, and forget what you heard. It was nothing." Doug slid into his
bed, and turned away from me.

"Are you building something?" I asked, quietly. "Was the banging something
you were making? Was it a present?"

He shuffled in his bed, and I heard him sigh as he laid flat. His face was
forward, and I could see in the dim light of the window that his eyes were
open. They were shiny. Was he crying?

"Look, Dade," he said, "I'm not building nothin'. But it's none of your
business, ok?  Sometimes Dad needs.. help in the workshop. And, well, he
wants you to help him, but you're not old enough, ok? Just, don't turn the
lights on anymore if I'm not here. Don't tell Dad I told ya."

I wanted to protest, but he slammed his hands on the bed. "I'm tellin' ya,
Dade," he warned, "just don't agree to help Dad up there. Let me do it,
ok?"

I didn't understand, but the topic was dropped, and we didn't talk about it
again. It was weeks before I heard the sounds again. First, it was every
couple of weeks. Then, it was more frequent. As summer vacation came
closer, I would wake up to Doug missing from bed almost once a week. The
curiosity was killing me. I vowed to find out.

It was a Saturday. I had a plan. My dad, now in his late forties, always
went to the bar on Saturdays. Doug was old enough to make dinner and
babysit, so we had fun watching movies we weren't supposed to. Mom died
years ago, so it was just us. I know dad was lonely, and I heard from his
friends once that he just needs to `get laid'. I think that's why he would
go to the Pussycat Club on nights like this. Doug always told me the low
down about where Dad would go. "It's a place where guys get to look at sexy
girls," he told me.

Personally, I didn't get it. I knew about hard ons from class, and I knew
what sex was, but I didn't understand why girls at a bar were the thing? I
didn't understand what he got from it.

What I did know, is that on some Saturdays, after the bar, dad came home at
130am. And by 2am, Doug was in the workshop.

Doug and I were in bed by 11. I watched him read his book, play his
electronic football game, and even watched him play with himself a
little. I had just started doing that myself, but I wasn't able to make
sperm yet. My health teacher told us that it would happen when we hit
puberty, but I don't think I was there yet.

As my brother started to snore, I began to compare. These days, he didn't
sleep with any clothes on, except his underwear. He was taller than me, of
course, but otherwise, I was growing up very much like him. We both had
blonde hair, and green eyes. `Spitting Irish', my aunt always said. Mom was
a red-head, with green eyes, and Dad has brown hair. Doug and I both liked
sports and tree-climbing, so it was no guess that we were pretty wiry, and
had some good muscle on our legs. This year, he switched to track, so he
was even more strong, where I still played only neighborhood soccer with
the kids my age. In my health book, it says that Doug should be about 5-6"
on average, and that I should be still about 3", since I haven't hit the
puberty thing yet.

Well, I think they messed up. Or maybe it's cuz I still got my skin? Cuz,
well, I'm already 5" -- I measured. And Doug? Well, he's.. actually the
same as me? I mean, I think. In the shower, and just now, watching him play
with it in the light, I could tell -- it's just as big.

My eyes flew open. The clock flicked it's plastic numbers. 1:41. Peeking
over, Doug was still in bed. I could hear his breathing, heavy and
mouthy. There were other noises, though. Stairs. Creaking. Dad was home.

Then, the door opened. A slight shuffle, then a creaky
floor. Footsteps. "Doug, mah boyyy..." he whispered. It was Dad, and he was
drunk.

Doug turned, rubbing his eyes. "Dad," he whispered, "please, you're
drunk. Not tonight.. .I'm still sore...."

I watched as Dad stood up tall. He stepped back, maybe a slip, and ran his
hands through his hair. I could see the dampness, it must have rained. My
Dad was a tall guy, over a foot taller than Doug's 5'2". He was strong
too. I've seen him pull a boat onto the trailer with just a rope; his
muscles were always bulgy, and he never ate fatty foods.

"Welllhp," he slurred, "That's juss fine, but this monster ain't gonna fuck
itself," Dad pulled at his trousers, then he started to flick off his
jacket. Now I know it was raining; the water flicked from his coat as he
twisted it off his body. He was wearing just a wife-beater, and really
tight pants. I could see the lines of his hips, the shape of his back; his
shoulders flexed as he wrestled with the jacket.

"I guess it's time to take Dade for a spin, huh, boy..." he sputtered. Dad
twisted around, and I only got a glimpse before I slammed my eyes shut. I
didn't want them to know I was awake. But what I saw, I had to see
again. The bulge from his grope was like a small baton snaking to his
pocket. His pants were very tight.

Dad pulled on the buttons of his fly, and when he got to the third button,
I saw only hair. He wasn't wearing underwear. His hand slid in, and he
fished out his stuff...  I saw, well, I saw the first adult.. hard-on. I
squinted, to see one more time. Yup, it was out in the open! I don't know
how big it was, but it looked longer than Doug's and mine. I shut my eyes
again, before Doug spoke.

"Dad!" Doug pleaded, "No! He's too little!"

My Dad huffed. I'd never heard him like this. It was like he was a
different person. "You were 11 when you first took it,"

Doug nodded, pulling himself out of bed. To my surprise, he stepped to Dad,
and wrapped his hand around Dad's uncut did. I saw it pulse in his
hand. "And you can give it to me again now," Doug said, a smooth tone in
his voice.

Dad's hands rested on Doug's shoulders, then slid down his back. "You know
I need you, son..." he slurred.

"I know Dad, let's get that monster in me."

They both walked out of the room, and I heard them climb the stairs to the
bedroom. Soon, the thumping sounds began.

Working up courage I didn't know I had, my thin body slipped from my
covers. I tip-toed to the base of the stairs. The door opened easily; it
made no sound. The stairs, while squeaky for an adult, didn't give me away
as I crept up, one by one. The thumps I heard before were now mixed with
other noises. There was now squeaking. And then I head Doug whisper, or
rather, grunt. "Ugh, Dad,..." he exhaled. "Dad, please... go slow... ouch,
please..."

I was almost at the top of the landing. I had only been up here once
before; when Dad first completed it. "I don't want to see you boys up here;
there's nothing for kids in this room." He had said. As I violated this
rule, and my eyes adjusted to the dim lights, I peeked through the slats of
the banister. I gasped.

Dad and Doug were both up here. They were both naked. Dad, standing up, had
both hands on Doug's hips. From this angle, I couldn't see it all, but I
knew something was not right. Doug was on a couch, and his face was pressed
against the wall. His knees were on the cushion, and his chest was tight
against the backside. Why was he at that angle, and why was Dad holding him
there?

"...Please Dad, it hurts..."

"Listen boy, I gotta git this in ya before I lose it. You're gonna have to
take it hard. You can handle it...." He grunted as he said it.

Doug moaned out loud. I crept in further. Again, Dad pushed forward, and
Doug cried out. Finally, I could see. I started to understand. My Dad was
still hard, and he was pushing himself into... into Doug!

Dad shoved forward, forcing Doug to twist a bit, and smushed tighter
against the couch. "You're tight tonight boy! DIdn't you get ready like I
told ya?"

Doug yelped. Dad's hips were now almost completely against Doug. I could
see his dick, now halfway disappeared into Dougs backside. "Dad! Please, I
need lube! Please..."

Dad didn't stop. He pulled away, then spit on Doug! "That's all I got boy,
now shush and relax."

Dad began to push forward, then pull back. He got faster, and faster. I
watched, breathless, as my father began to shove his dick into my
brother. Doug's moans, once pleading, went quiet. Dad bit his lip, gripping
my brother's slender hips tight. I could see the pain in his face, but Doug
had shut off. He wasn't crying. He wasn't moaning.

And then I caught his eye.

A look of fear and panic washed over his face. He straightened up, and
began to speak. "Oh yeah, Dad, pound it. Get that load into my hole.. "

Dad paused for a second, and a tight smile formed on his lips. "Yeah,
girl. Give me that pussy. You want daddy's seed in you... "

"Yes, daddy, I want it... pleaaase."

Dad grunted and his hands slid up Doug's back. He curled down, pressing his
chest to Doug's back. He hooked his head at the nap of Doug's neck, and
moved his arms under his shoulders. I kept watching as his hips began to
shift, up and down.

Doug locked eyes with me again, and I got scared. His eyes got really wide,
and I watched him mouth. `Go To Bed Now'. Then, again `Go. Now. Please.'

I blinked, but didn't move. Doug's eyes got tight, and his face turned to
that of apology. I didn't know what he wanted, but he didn't want me here.

"Oh yes, daddy, give your pussy a baby... please." Doug's voice went really
high. Like a girl. At the same time, he waved at me, signaling to back
off. I crept back to the stairs, and started back down. I looked back. Dad
was now on the couch, his feet next to Doug's knees. He was pulling
completely out, and pushing back in hard.

"Oh yeah, baby! You want that daddy cum, don't ya.. I'll give that shit to
you..." he was still slurring, but his body was now impaling Doug, hard.

"Oh... Oh.... Oh..." Doug moaned. "Yes... Daddy.... Please...."

I got back to my room just as the banging stopped. I heard the creak of the
stairs. When the door opened to the room, I was deep under my
covers. Scooby and Scrappy didn't feel very safe at the moment.

"Dade," Doug whispered. "Dade, I know you're awake."

I pulled the covers down and found Doug kneeling in front of me. He was
still naked, and he smelled funny.

"So, uh," he started. "Look, pal... Dad, uh, well, he gets real lonely
without Mom around anymore..."

He had a look that made me feel sad. It was like he was apologizing to me.

"Yeah, so sometimes when Dad drinks too much, he kinda needs to just... get
it out of his system. I make sure that he uh, works it out with me,"

I nodded. I heard him before, in the room, and I needed to
know. "Does... Dad want me to help him too?"

Doug stood up. "No. You're too young for things like this. Don't ever go
into the workshop, even if Dad asks you to, you understand!"

I nodded again. Doug crept to the bathroom. I watched him, and noticed he
was walking funny. I wondered if it hurt him, what Dad was doing?


We didn't talk about it again, after that night. In fact, for the next few
weeks, Doug didn't go up to the workshop. Even when Dad would go out, I
didn't hear a thing when he would come home. Soon, I understood why.

"Kids," Dad announced, coming out of his room. It was almost dinner, and he
was dressed in his church clothes. "I've invited A lady friend out to
dinner, so you're on your own tonight."

Doug sat up, and headed to the kitchen. When Dad said we were on our own,
that really just meant that Doug would have to make dinner. He followed him
in, and I snuck behind them.

"Boy," he said to Doug. "Look, now... I know I've been hard at ya, you
know. A man, without a woman, well... They get in a dark place, and that's
no good. I ain't queer, and I need a real woman in my life."

Doug began to boil water, not facing him. Dad put an arm on his
shoulder. "Doug, you've been a real good son, and you helped your Dad when
he needed it. I want you to know, how grateful I am for that. If this works
out with Shirley, I think you'll see a few changes around here."

Nothing more was said. Dad tussled Doug's hair, and left him to cook. When
he left, I crept into the kitchen. Doug, still facing the stove, sniffled.

"You ok, Doug?" I asked, siding up to him.

He nodded, then stiffened up. "Oh yeah, little pal," he sniffled. "I'm
great. I'm just glad I won't have to help Dad in the workshop no
more...He's a bit stronger than I can handle."

I didn't understand what he meant completely, but I knew that Dad was
hurting him last time. I slid between him and hugged him at the waist. "Dad
kinda hurt you, right? Like, sex stuff?  And.. he wanted to do that to me?"

Doug stopped stirring, and crouched down to me. "Hey, now," he said,
pulling me into a hug. "Look, so, I'm gonna tell you some things, but it's
just us, ok?"

I nodded.

"So, Dad's like... our dog Bruno. You know? Like, normally, he's a good
dog. He eats from his bowl, and he drinks from the dish, just like Bruno
does," he said. "But sometimes, like Bruno, there's this calling in
him. Like, sometimes, his own food isn't enough. So, he gets into the
garbage. He knows it's wrong. We know it's wrong, but in the end, he does
it anyway. Well, now, Dad, like Bruno, has really good food in his bowl,
and won't be digging for other stuff. Does that make sense?"

I shrugged. It didn't make sense.

"Ok, so, I'll be blunt. You know what sex is, right?"

I blushed. "Yeah, health class."

"Ok, yeah," Doug pulled us over to the kitchen table. We both sat. "So
yeah, normally, when guys are adults, they get married to a girl who will
have sex with them. It's like, nature. A guy needs to have sex regularly,
so he finds a wife who will do it with him."

I got beet red. I started to think about a guy putting his stuff inside a
girl, and my pants started to get tight. Uh oh. Doug noticed, and chuckled.

"So, you DO know what it's like," he smiled. "Ok, we'll get to that later,
but it's good to know you understand that sex thoughts are ok, and that you
are supposed to get a boner like that if you think about sex. Anyway,"

I covered my pants with my hands.

"Dad, well, here's the thing about Dad. When I was your age, I... well, you
know my buddy Andy? Well, yeah, so Andy and I decided to steal one of Dad's
sexy magazines." He stood to stir the food. "Dad walked in on us looking at
that magazine, and, like you, we were both boner'd up over it. He sent Andy
home, and he and I had a talk."

I listened as he told me about how Dad told him that it was gay to do stuff
with boys like that, and that if he was gonna do that kinda stuff, we
should never share it with people outside the family; that no one would
understand and he would get hurt.

"So, that night, he took me up to the workshop. He showed me naked people,
and asked what I liked better. I was honest, and pointed to a really sexy
naked man." I blinked.

"But, you should like the girls, right?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, I should, you would think. But I don't. I like the guys."

He got up again to add spice to the pot, and twisted back at me. "See,
sometimes, guys like guys instead of girls. I am one of those. But don't
tell no one, ok?"

I nodded. That made me think. I never liked girls either, but I always felt
funny seeing boys int he locker room. Maybe I was like him?

"My point to all of this, Dade, is that Dad likes girls, but when he found
out I like boys, he realized that he could get something else. See, he's
been lonely a long time, and since a guy like him needs a wife to have sex
with.. he needed another outlet."

It all started to click. My brother was a gay. And Dad was not, but since a
gay guy was like, into guys, then Dad could pretend he was like a girl, and
Doug would be ok with it.

"So," I stammered, "Did you like, be his girlfriend when he needed it?"

Doug nodded. "Yeah, I guess." He thought a bit, then continued. "Dad isn't
into guys. He just has these urges, and when he would get drunk, I could
help him."

We talked more about it. I guess, Dad only did it when he got drunk. And
over the last year or so, Dad knew that I was liking boys too. So maybe, I
was supposed to help him sometime, if Doug ever left for college or
something.

Doug plated up some food and we began to eat. "But, now that Dad has a lady
in his life, we won't have to do anything for him anymore."

I chewed slowly, then put my fork down. "But Doug," I ventured, "aren't you
a man now? You had your puberty. Don't you need a Guy-Wife? I mean, uhm,
like Dad, don't you have the urges?"

Doug coughed a bit when I asked. He took a drink, then leaned back. "Well,
Dade, you know, I never thought about that. I mean, Dad used to be there
every weekend, so..."

"But you play with it all the time," I interrupted, looking down at his
basketball shorts-covered crotch. He got what I meant.

"Yeah, well, that's how teenagers make due when they don't have a wife. Or,
for me, another guy. I guess, I mean, I did like Dad's attention
sometimes. It felt good."

It was comfortable to stop talking then. We ate, then did the dishes, then
watched tv, all in silence. At times, Doug would ask me to change the
channel or something, but we really didn't talk. Once I brushed my teeth
and was in bed, I asked one more question.

"Doug," I whispered. He had the nightstand light on, and was playing his
hand-held football game.

"Sup," he said.

"Can I... Can I be your girlfriend when you need it?" I hid behind my
covers when I said it.

"Can you.. what?" he put the game down, and twisted over to look at me.

I was blushing so hard, and i couldn't bring myself to say another
word. But, I had resolved things in my head. I liked boys. I liked the sexy
thoughts about them. And Doug was just like that too.

"Dade, you... you're too young to be thinking about all that. And besides,
I was trying to protect you from those things, from Dad... and you don't
even like boys like I do..."

I sat up. "You don't know that!" I exclaimed. "I think about Jason in the
school showers all the time. And I watch you play with your stuff every
night you do it! And I'm not a kid, I get boners and stuff just like you!"

He chuckled, but held fast. "Dude, I get it. Any maybe you do like
guys. But, I'm older. And bigger. Plus, you're my brother and-"

But I had answers for that. "I'm as big as you! and you said that DAD said
we have to keep things like that in the family! If we both like boys, then
we could... be for each other!"

In a gulp of courage, I flipped off my blanket, and yanked down my jogging
pants. The conversation had gotten me hard again. "See! I'm as big as you!"

Doug looked me up and down, my thin hairless body twisted on my bed to show
off my 5" of uncut boyhood. He caught his breath a little.

"Dade, I'm not sure about this..." but he was already touching himself. I
don't know why, but I was ready for this. I could see the longing in his
eyes, and I could feel my stomach knots already relaxing. I loved my
brother, and I wanted to feel him.

"If we do things, pal," he started, "It's gonna be slow, and you're gonna
tell me if anything hurts. Because, I don't want that. I hate when it
hurt. You got it?"

I nodded. "Ok, but I want you to like it," I offered.

"Trust me, Dade. We'll both like it. I didn't realize how sexy you are. I
want this to be something we both... love."

He shifted in his bed, sliding himself back tot he wall, then patted the
area in front of him. "You ready?"

I smiled and shucked of my clothes completely, hopping into his bed. It was
all warm, and Doug pulled the covers over us both. "Tonight, we cuddle. I
just, want to feel you, ok?"

And we did. Each night, we would go to bed, his bed, and cuddle. I woke up
each morning safe and rested. Of course, on Saturday night, I began to
learn some things.

Dad had gone out with his girlfriend, and we were left alone. Bed time was
10pm, even on Saturday, and Doug joined me, even though he could have been
up until Dad got home.

"Dade, do you think you're ready for more?" Doug asked, whispering in my
ear. His tall, slim body, had found the perfect place, wrapped around me
each night. His chest rested tightly against my shoulders, and I could feel
his breathing. His arms, strong and soft at the same time, curled around
me. At this angle, our hips were at the same spot, and as he fell asleep
each night, his hardness found it's way closer and closer to me, first
against me, then, slowly, between my legs. That second night, I woke up,
feeling a wetness. He was dead asleep, but he was very hard. My backside
was wet, and his body naturally rubbed it against me, his cock finding a
place between my ass. I touched the fluid, bringing it to my nose. It was
clear, but bleachy. I wasn't sure what it was, but it felt good.

I turned my head to his, and nodded. "What do we do first?" I asked.

Doug smiled, and kissed my forehead. "Whatever feels right, and whatever
feels good,"

I turned my body, and as I lay on my back, Doug positioned himself next to
me. The weight of his body felt good as his hand traced my face. I could
feel myself get harder as his hand glided along my chest, and touched my
torso. He was almost to my cock, when he stopped.

"Dade," he said, his eyes closed. I looked at him, waiting. Part of me
wanted to know what it felt like to have someone else touch my hard-on; but
the tone of his voice told me that he needed to say something. "You know,
what Dad did- well, you know it was just to get off, right? I mean, it
wasn't to be a bad guy, and it wasn't to show me he loved me."

I nodded, "Yeah, I know. You told me. Guys need to have a girlfriend, even
when they don't have a girl," I repeated.

He smiled, and moved his hand to my hair. The length was just enough to get
in my eyes. He swiped my forehead, and continued.

"Yes, so, I want you to know that this," he gestured, pointing to both of
our bodies, "and this," he said, kissing my lips, "and this..."

I gasped as his hand gently, then firmly, wrapped around my hardness, "is
not about using you. I love you, Dade. I will always want to protect you. I
won't use you. I won't hurt you."

He collapsed into me, and his head rested between my shoulder and neck. It
wasn't until years later that I understood fully - how much he loved me. At
this moment, I just felt incredibly special, and I wanted to give him
everything.

"Doug," I whispered, "Can we... do it now?"

He chuckled, his breath now hot on my neck. "Yeah, let's try some stuff."

He moved to my mouth, and immediately his kisses made me exhale. He was a
great kisser, and I was learning quickly how to respond.

With each motion, he continued to hold, slide, and caress my dick, while
simultaneously kissing me and running his fingers through my hair. I
couldn't help it, my body began to shiver and writhe around, little shocks
touching me every time i'd grind against him. He met my grinding with his
own hips, and soon I could feel his own hardness against my body. My hands
began to wander over his body, and slide up and down his shoulders, arms,
back. He was twisted in such a way that I couldn't get my hands between us
to touch his own hard member, and I knew he could sense my frustration.

"You'll get it soon, brother," he breathed, his hands guiding mine back to
my head. He held them there, arms over me, as he moved from my mouth. He
began to kiss my neck, then my chest. He shifted his hands, in an instant,
to my shoulders, using the extra length of his arms now to move further
down. His kissing continued, first my abs, then my hips. The sensation of
tickle hit me, and I giggled and squirmed. He looked back at me and
smiled. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. "Get ready," he said.

Just as I was about to ask why, my head bolted back. Stars shot over me as
I felt for the first time, the warm, wet sensation. Doug, in one swoop, had
slid down on my shaft, and the sensation of his tongue now surrounded me. I
stopped breathing as his head slowly rose, pulling my foreskin along with
him. He dove back down, this time swirling the head. Without any power or
will of my own, my hips jutted forward, and he took me deep. I felt it all
but could do nothing, as my brother's deep and wet mouth engulfed me
entirely, the breath from his nose now hot on my skin. I exhaled in a
gutteral moan, and my hands shot down, naturally touching his head and
hair.

He kept me fully inside him for only moments, until the motions began. Up,
slowly, pulling the shaft and loose skin along with him. Then down,
exposing the head to his tongue and forcing my back to arch even more. New
sensations began to build, and I was unsure. I started to panic a little,
feeling a pressure I'd not felt before. "Doug,..." I pleaded, "Doug,
wait...."

He looked up at me, his mouth still halfway down on my torso. "Doug... I
think I have to pee..." was all I could say. I didn't know what this was,
but Doug's mouth was in the way!

He pulled off for a moment, his hand now grabbing my shaft again. "Don't
worry, little man, that's supposed to happen. When it's ready to blast, let
it go, right into my mouth, ok?"

He slid back down on my cock, his hand pulling back the skin. He started to
shift up and down, his mouth creating a bit of friction. My eyes began to
roll back into my head, and my body couldn't take it. I began to grab the
sheets of the bed tight, and my jaw began to lock. I felt a boiling I've
never felt before, and it wasn't stopping.

Doug moaned lightly, and that's all it took. My cock began to pulse, and my
heart exploded in my chest. Like nothing ever felt before, my whole body
seemed to shoot out of my dick. Wave, after wave, after wave of pleasure
radiated from my head to my toes. My hips took a complete life of their own
as shot after pump after wave began to control my thrusts. Doug pulled his
hands to my hips, and I watch in awe as he let my cock unload into him.

When I settled, He sat up on his haunches, still in between my legs. "You
came a lot, buddy!" he explained. There was nothing in his mouth.. did
he... drink it?

I blinked, and looked down at myself. I was still hard, but I wasn't wet. I
thought I had peed, but there was, nothing?

He read my mind. "It's called cum, all guys do it when they have sex. You
were in the class,"

I nodded, and asked, "But, where'd it ...go?"

He rubbed his tummy like a cartoon bear. I laughed, and he smiled. "When
guys like me, get to have fun with guys, like you - we usually swallow
it. I kind of think of it as a reward, for a job well done. You know, since
it was my mouth that made it happen. Plus... you taste good."

I didn't know what to say about it, but soon he collapsed next to me. To be
honest, I think we were both exhausted. He cuddled into me, and we rested
for a bit. It occurred to me, he hadn't used his penis yet. I still wanted
to help him.

"Doug," I whispered. "Isn't it, you know, your turn?"

Doug pulled me closer, his body now tight against my backside. "I think
I'll just do one thing, and we can try some other stuff later. I am kinda
still in the mood. Just relax."

I watched as he reached into his nightstand, and pulled out some lotion.
"Lay on your stomach," he said, guiding me.

I felt him straddle me, and the bottle of lotion popped open. "I'm gonna
hump ya, ok? It won't hurt, but it will feel funny. You might feel me poke
you a little, but I don't want to full on fuck until you're used to this,
ok?"

I nodded. His hand took a little bit of the lube and slid between my
butt. I felt cold, but it felt kinda sexy at the same time. I twisted my
head, and watched as he rubbed a bit of the lotion on his dick. "I'm cut,
so I don't have the skin to make it feel like yours does. Lube helps," he
explained.

His body bent down, and his legs locked into mine. He began to separate
them, until I could feel his boner against my body. His chest lowered to my
back, and his hands slid up along side. "So, this is just humping. My dick
will slide against your body to feel good. Dad used to do this when I was
younger. I really like it. I think you will too."

I could feel his dick now, and his hips moving around. Soon, his dick, now
feeling very hard, started to slowly slide against me. The lotion made him
slip and slide against me, and soon, Doug moved his hands to my hips.

His hips were making large thrusts, slowly, but in a rhythm. I could feel
now that his cock was sliding between my butt, and once in a while, i could
feel him touch against my butthole.

Doug's hands pulled back, beneath him, and I felt both pull at my
butt. "I'm gonna open you up a bit, ok, babe?"

He didn't wait for an answer. His hands spread my cheeks apart, and I
started to feel the full length of him against my hole. Now, he was rubbing
faster, and occasionally, he would pull all the way back, then slide all
the way in. Each time he did that, I could feel the tip of him. More and
more, his body was sliding against me, and more and more, I could feel
pressure as he pulled back and then forward. I have to admit, it felt
really good. He was fully on top of me, and I felt like I was really
pleasing him.

"You like that, Dade? Do ya?" His voice was heavy, and he was breathing
hard. I nodded, and he pulled back a bit. "Ok, lemmie try something a bit
more, ok?"

He squirted more lotion, this time right on my body, close to my hole. He
put his arm back on the bed, now holding himself over me. With his other
hand, I felt him rub his dick in between my butt. Soon, he stopped at the
hole, and I could feel the tip.

He rubbed the tip against me, and I knew what was next. I didn't know what
to think, so I closed my eyes. "I'll go slow, ok..."

I can't begin to describe it. I could feel my heart stop. I could feel my
chest suck the wind out of me. His dick pushed into me, and nothing in the
world was real anymore. The pain of that first push. My eyes bulged out,
and my screams were breathless. "There ya go, buddy. Just the tip... relax,
and let it.. i know it hurts at first..."

He didn't move. I couldn't pull away. The pain, now making more sense,
began to create tears in my eyes. When my breath caught, I began to grab at
him, to show him I needed him off me. He didn't move.

"Dade, I know buddy," He put his chest to my shoulders again, and I moaned
into a pillow. "Dad didn't wait with me. He just shoved it in. So I
learned. It will hurt the first couple times. I know, shhhh... shhh... you
just.. you just gotta breath. Like, push out a little, like you're going
number 2. Just a little. I'll wait until it stops hurting."

I listened to him, and tried to relax. I breathed out, and then I pushed a
little. The pain doubled at first! Then, something changed. It was, almost
a miracle. Did he pull it out? I felt a release; something changed. I felt
myself... relax.

Doug caught it right away. "There it is. See? Now, you ok?" He waited a
moment. "So, I know I said I would go slow with you, but Dade, you are so
sexy, and I love you so much... I need to be with you, ok?"

He didn't wait. Slowly, he pushed forward. I felt his hips come down. I
felt my butthole tighten again around him. Buit this time, I also felt a
new friction. Something inside me said, 'this is right.'

And it was. his body now pushed completely onto me, and his hands, still
holding my butt wide apart, pushed down on me. I could feel his hips begin
to grind. He pulled back, and then forward. Back, and then forward.

"Dade," he panted, his hips now sliding against me, his dick pulling in and
out of me. "This is kinda my first time," he grunted. "I'm
not... gonna.... last..."

His hands slid from underneath us and moved to my shoulders. He pushed me
down, making my back arch a bit more, and his hips began to pound down
harder. With each thrust I could feel him get deeper into me, and his
breathing turned into grunts. "I'm... I'm... I'm Cummmmmin!" he shouted.

His body slammed down on to me, and his arms wrapped my chest tight as his
last thrust stayed deep inside me. He grunted again and again, as his hips
make little jabs and his dick pulsed.

He took me to the shower, and we took our first shower together since I was
a small kid. We laughed, and talked, and he warned me that sex is messy,
and that it sometimes hurts. I understood what he meant, and the shower
felt both clean and relaxing on my sore backside.

We slept like babies that night, and in the morning, woke up to a new face
in the kitchen. Dad's girlfriend had stayed the night, and was making some
coffee. We sat down to breakfast, and Dad came out of the bathroom. Doug
and I were smirking, knowing that we had just had a very fun night.

"Hey," Dad pointed to both of us. "Wipe that look off your face, I know
what you're thinkin'."

I stopped smiling and my whole face went numb.

"My lady friend and I had a wonderful evening, and we did a bit of
drinking. It's the responsible thing to do. Now, you two wipe them smirks
off."

I sighed, and stared into my bowl of cheerios. Doug tapped me under the
table, and I smiled at him.

Dad let Shirley move in a few months later. He never again came into our
room. In fact, I don't think he ever knew that I stopped using my bed.


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