Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:13:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Jamie Whatnot Subject: Rude-Awakenings2 Rude Awakenings 2 (Gay/Youth) By Jamie Whatnot email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that involves gay sexual encounters -- sometimes non-consensual - between youths, and between youths and older men. There are occasionally also elements of incest. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read this where you are, then turn back now. All constructive comments and/or suggestions are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your computer probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at nifty.org. Thank you. LAST time I told you about how I'd experienced my first guy-on-guy sex with my straight mate Josh, right? Anyway, that night we'd got it on at the youth club, I was sure I'd spotted someone watching us through the window of the tiny office where Josh had shoved his cock in my mouth and dumped a load there. Well for the next few months I turned into a frantic wanking machine. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Josh's heavy cock swaying in front of me. My usual two a day wanks rose to at least five and I was having difficulty focussing on anything other that when I could next get some time alone to get my dick out and knock another load out. In a house with a set of parents and two more brothers, that was no easy feat. So I resorted to free period wanks at school and more when I got home. My brothers, Craig and Steven, are two and four years older to me respectively. We've always been a close family and, before we moved house four years ago, Craig and I shared a room. I know what you're thinking: this part of my story is going to be full of stuff about how my older brother and I have been shagging since I was a toddler, but think again, ya perv -- I hardly ever saw Craig naked while we were growing up, let alone did anything with him. That's not to say I didn't look of course. It wasn't really anything sexual to begin with, I was just curious about how my body compared to older guys -- yeah, even my own brothers'. Anyway, I remember when I was 13, about a month before we moved house, it was a Sunday morning and, when I woke, I lay there for a few minutes not moving. Above the sound of my own breathing, I could hear Craig breathing and panting even more deeply from his bed -- there was obviously something strenuous going on over there! What pissed me off more than anything was that I'd woken facing the wall -- if I'd have turned over to see what was going on, Craig would have stopped whatever he was doing. Now I knew all about wanking from first hand experience (bad joke, I know), so I knew exactly what my bro was up to just a few feet away. I continued pretending to be asleep but under the duvet my cock was getting hard in my pyjamas. Suddenly I heard Craig gasp -- not loudly, you probably wouldn't have heard it from ten feet away -- but it was the unmistakable sound of a guy blowing his load. I knew because I'd been making the same kind of noises myself for almost eighteen months. I gave Craig five minutes to regain his composure before "waking up" with a great deal of obvious yawning and stretching. When I turned over, rubbing my eyes, he was propped up on one elbow, reading a football magazine. "Mornin'," I yawned. "Morning, twat features," came the response, "What you got planned for today?" "Nothing." I answered. "Computer then going around Carl's probably. Why?" "Don't fancy coming to watch me play footie, then?" "Nah. Maybe next week." "Suit yourself," Craig said as he pushed his duvet aside and jumped out of bed. I was relieved but a bit disappointed to see that his cock was now securely back in his briefs, although its bulge was still bigger than normal. I must have look for a few seconds too long because Craig suddenly snapped: "What the fuck you looking at, you little pervert? Wanna get a closer look?" I started stammering and blushed to my roots. "I...I wasn't..." I started to say but Craig slipped into compete `big brother mode', bounded over to my bed, turned around, plonked his cotton-covered arse directly on my face and let out an enormous fart. Now Craig was renowned in our family for the power of his wind. His smelly arse had been known to clear a room before now and our mum was always having to apologise for him when we had visitors. I lay there chocking on the stench before managing to get my head under the duvet. "You dirty bastard!" I hissed. "I'll tell mum you did that!" Craig looked over his shoulder at me as he picked up his towel from the radiator and sauntered towards the door. "Next time I catch you perving," he said, "I'll shat in your mouth!" I went downstairs to see if anyone else was up yet but there was only Barney, our Alsatian, lying there licking his balls. As I was getting a Pop Tart from the toaster, I heard a sound like a load of elephants coming down the stairs -- Craig obviously on his way to his match - followed by the front door slamming. Bored, I gulped down my food and headed back upstairs to bed. As I stood in the mess of our room, my mind went back to earlier and to what I'd heard Craig doing. His duvet was still partly pulled aside and I could feel myself being drawn to his side of the bedroom. I lifted the duvet, almost afraid of what I'd find. Immediately, I got a strong whiff of sweat and the distinctive aroma of cum. Guiltily I ran my hand over the mattress and under the duvet. Suddenly my fingers hit a small damp patch on the underside of the duvet. So Craig had been knocking one out that morning. I looked around for further evidence and spotted some crumpled tissues in the waste bin next to my brother's bed. Cautiously I pulled the top one out of the bin. It was soaked in Craig's cock juice. Next thing I knew I was in my brother's bed with the smell of him all around and his cum-filled tissue in my left hand held firmly against my nose. My right hand was busy pulling my stiff cock out of my pyjama bottoms and wanking it furiously. I must have been in Craig's bed for less than two minutes before I felt the tell-tale sensation of an intense orgasm pulsing up from my cock through the rest of my body. The gushing stickiness from my dick enveloped my hand and I leapt out of the bed, panting heavily. I just had time to wipe my hand on my t-shirt when the bedroom door swung open and I was horrified to see Craig framed there. I was standing in our bedroom with my cock and balls hanging over the waistband of my PJs. "What you doing?" my brother asked suspiciously. "Getting dressed," I squeaked. "What does it look like? What are you doing here anyway?" Craig surveyed at me through narrowed eyes. "I forgot my wallet," he said. "And it looks like you're a little fucking pervert." Little did he know... To be continued...