Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 20:02:40 -0400 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Part Four: Chapter 9 W.A.R. Part Four - Rehabilitation Chapter Nine -- Brett's New Idea by Jeff Wilson I was a little tempted to go find Dustin on Tuesday morning and talk to him. But I knew that it was my last day at Brett's house and I didn't want to waste it. My mom would be coming to pick me up in the evening and I would be going home at last. While I had really enjoyed my time at Brett's house, I knew it was time to go home. Brett was in a much better mood than yesterday. I had asked him why he was acting like a dork yesterday. He said that he just wasn't feeling well and he wanted to have the house to himself for a little while why we went to Pittsburgh. He said that his mom hadn't told him he was going to have to go along with us until five minutes before we left. "What, are you tired of hanging out with me?" I asked. "No. You've been great. It's just... Well... Haven't you noticed how bossy my mom's been?" "Not really. She's been really nice." "She never lets me do anything. She always tells me what to do and how to act." Brett was starting to get angry again. "Well, that's what parents are supposed to do. You have it good, Brett. Your mom's not bossy. Not really. I mean she hardly even punishes you or grounds you. My parents grounded me for two weeks for cussing. You've said "fuck" in front of your mother and she doesn't even get mad at you." "You just don't get it do you? She thinks she's so smart and never wrong. Just because she's a psychiatrist, she always has to be right. Oh well... You know what I want to do? I want to do something fun with you before you have to leave. You still have that hand lotion at your house, right?" "Yeah. But you have hand lotion here..." "Can you go get it?" "Yeah, but you..." "Good! Go get it." He said quickly. There was no point in arguing with him. I figured he had something on his mind and I wasn't going to change it. So I started walking to my house. While I was there, I plugged everything back in. Since mom and I would be back in the evening, we might as well have everything working. I grabbed my hand lotion and slipped it into my book bag, just in case I saw anybody. Then I started heading back to Brett's house. As I walked back through the woods, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I stopped a few times to look around, but there was no one around. It was weird. I figured it must have been my nerves since I was doing something sneaky. When I got back to Brett's, he had managed to make macaroni and cheese and a few hot dogs without burning his house down. So we had a nice lunch together. I think he just wanted to have a few minutes on his own. He's been acting kind of weird for the last few days. He's so frustrated. I don't blame him really. When you're used to having things a certain way, it's hard to change with no warning. "So, this is your last day to stay here..." Brett said. "Yeah. I bet you're pretty happy about that!" I said. "You weren't too bad. I'll miss having you around." "You know where to find me." I said. "I thought you wanted to have your room back." "I never said that. I really will miss you. I'm sorry if I've been a jerk. You know how it is. Sometimes I get crabby." "I know. It's not like I never do the same thing." Brett took one of the hot dogs and started to put it in his mouth. Then he started sucking it in and pulling it out. "You want to do that to the real thing?" I said laughing. "No. I want to try something else." Brett said before he took a bite off the hot dog. "You weren't planning on doing that, were you?" I said, looking at what was left of the hot dog. "What? No!! Billy! No I was thinking of trying something different. It'll be fun. That's why I had you get the lotion." "I don't want to do anything in the butt." I warned. I still couldn't shake the picture of Mike and Dustin out of my head. "It's not that. Come on! I want to do this before you have to go home." Brett said as he got up and started walking toward the stairs. I got up and followed him. I could feel my dick starting to grow as I followed him up to his room. "What's the hand lotion for?" I asked. "You'll see." He said with a smile. We walked into his room and he locked his door. "Just in case!" He said. "Now, take off your clothes. We've both got to be naked for this." "Okay." I said. I pulled my shirt off and unbuckled my pants. I let my pants fall to the ground. Brett was already naked before I could even get my underwear off. I pulled them down and my dick sprang back up. I was at my full five and a half inches, and Brett was too. I couldn't help but stare at his body and think about how lucky I was. "Now, I want you to lie down on the bed on your belly. Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything sneaky." "I'm not worried." I said as I laughed a little subconsciously. I lay down as he asked, then Brett got on the bed and stood on his knees down by my butt. I liked the feeling of his inner thighs touching my legs. I started to feel that tingly feeling that I hadn't really felt in the whole time I'd been at his house. "This might be a little cold." He said right before he squirted the hand lotion right on my butt crack. He was right, it was cold! I let out a little gasp. "Don't worry, it'll heat up in a minute. Now, just relax." I felt Brett lay down on top of me. As he did, his dick pressed its was into my crack. I just laid there and hugged the pillow while Brett slowly pressed himself onto me. He reached his hands under my arms and hugged me tightly. I could feel his breath on my back. His warm body pressed against mine. He was so soft and warm. I just wanted to sit there and feel his weight on me all day. But then it got better. Brett started to move his hips. As he did, his dick slid up and down on my crack. He slipped his legs between mine and kept on sliding up and down. I spread my legs a little wider and felt his balls come in contact with my body before he'd shift himself back. Then he'd press forward again and slide his dick through my crack again. He started breathing a little faster as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. A few times our bodies made a slapping sound when he pressed his hips rapidly into my backside. Brett had also started kissing the back of my neck and driving me wild. His breath was so warm. His body began to get wet with sweat. I couldn't help but start to press myself against him. As he would press his hips forward, I'd push my butt backward. I turned my head around to look at what was happening. I couldn't see much except my own body and from Brett's chest up. Now I know why they have mirrors on ceilings. Brett had his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face. He was so content feeling our bodies pressed together. He pressed hard against me a few times, his breath coming in short strong bursts. Then he stopped. He rested himself against my back before rolling off. He was trying to catch his breath. "Aren't you going to keep going until you squirt?" I asked. "I did." Brett said, panting. He pointed to his belly and the slimy mess that was there. I reached around and felt the small of my back. Sure enough, there was a warm puddle on my back. He had shot and I didn't even realize it. I thought that I'd feel it when he came. I thought that he'd tell me he was coming like they do in the stories I'd found on the internet. Instead, I lay there on my stomach rubbing his white stuff on my back. "You want to do it now?" He asked. "I guess so." I said. You're damn right I wanted to. Brett reached under his bed and pulled out a rag to wipe his belly off. I couldn't help but stare at the soft exposed skin around his belly button. I wanted to just lick him clean. But then I realized that he also had hand lotion on him. Once he was sure that he wasn't going to get his sheets messed up, he turned over on the bed. "Now, just take the lotion and squirt some on my butt crack. But don't use too much or it'll get on my bed. Then just do what I did." I followed Brett's instructions then prepared myself for what was about to happen. It was so strange, looking down at the boy that I had loved so much for so long, just sitting there waiting for me to use him to get myself off. I looked at the back of his neck and I just wanted to kiss it forever. I noticed the curve of his back and the soft white skin of his butt. My throat felt dry. I felt like I was about to squirt right then and there, without even touching him. I could actually feel my heart pounding. Here was the boy I loved completely exposed and open to my every wish. For a brief moment, I thought about forgetting about rubbing on his crack and going for his butt hole instead. And I don't think he would have even minded. But then I got that picture in my head again and decided to just do what we had planned. I put my legs on either side of his butt. I decided that instead of laying on top of him I'd stay upright. I placed my right hand on his shoulder for support and pressed my dick into his crack. It felt weird. My dick tingled a lot and it made my head feel light. Brett flexed his butt muscles and pressed against my dick. I started to push back and forth, feeling the tingly feeling spread up from my dick into my hips and butt. I felt like closing my eyes, but I didn't want to miss watching Brett press himself into me. I wanted to watch every second and remember every detail. I leaned up a little and brushed the sweat off my forehead. Then I placed my hands on either side of his butt. I wish I could have squeezed his cheeks with both hands... Darn my stupid cast! I pressed myself faster and faster through his crack until I felt my dick get that feeling that I wasn't going to be able to stop it. I just kept right on thrusting and loving the overwhelming sensations that Brett's body was giving me. It made my brain numb with overwhelming warmth. Unable to control myself any longer, I pressed myself strongly against Brett's behind and sent a blast of my white stuff up all the way to his hair. The second shot hit him between the shoulders and the rest splattered the small of his back and his butt. "Way to go, Rocket." Brett laughed. "You sure can squirt. I guess I have to wash my hair now." "Sorry..." I panted. "I didn't think I was going to shoot that far. This was a real good idea. That felt fantastic." Brett reached behind him and started collecting my stuff on his fingers, then licking them. "You really like that stuff, don't you?" I asked. "Yeah I guess. I don't know why, it's not like it tastes like ice cream or something. I guess I've just gotten used to it. You remember the first time we jacked off watching that movie? When I walked into the bathroom with stuff on my chin, it was there because I took the towel you wiped off with and I licked your stuff. I don't know why I did it. But ever since, I've liked it. It's something of yours that no one else can have." "It's fine with me. If you like it, I can always make more." "Heh... Yeah." He laughed. Then he flipped himself around and propped his head up on his arm to looked at me. "When do you think we'll ever do the real thing? Sex I mean." "What, you mean up the butt?" "Yeah. I don't know. I know you don't want to. But I don't think it would be that bad. You said Dustin seemed to like it. And Mike's probably bigger than us." "I don't know, Brett. That's kind of like the big thing, you know? Once you've done that, you've done it. What we do together... it's fun. Once we do that, it's real sex. I don't think I'm ready for it yet. We're only fourteen. I'm glad we do fun stuff, but I don't want to have sex right now. But I know that when I do, I want you to be the one I do it with." "You're not scared are you?" "A little, yeah. Plus there's... I mean, you know." "No. What?" "Brett, someday, I promise, we'll do it. But it won't mean anything if we don't both want to do it. But we've got time for that. I don't want us to lose what we've got." "We wouldn't. Billy, I'm three months younger than you. I'll always be three months younger than you. I'm ready to do it, and I'm younger than you. What's the difference whether we do it now or later? I mean we've already come this far." "It's just... No. I can't right now, Brett. I love you more than anything. You know that. But I don't want to do it. There's just something inside me that says it will be even better if we wait." "Fine. I can deal with that. Just as long as it's not because of Dustin." "What would Dustin have to do with it?" "You know. You seeing him with Mike. I know how that bothered you. Just as long as it's not his fault that you don't want to do it." "It's not." I lied. "I just don't think it's time yet." Brett looked at me with an expression that made me think that he was reading my mind, searching for the answer. I hate when he does that because it feels so weird. Finally, he hopped out of the bed and grabbed his boxers. "Well, come on and let's get a shower. Our moms will be here before too long. Unless you want to explain to your mom just how you got white stuff on your back." "I hear you." I said. I hopped out of the bed and walked with him to the bathroom. Brett closed the door behind us. "So who's going to go first?" I asked. "I was kind of thinking we should go together. You know, to save time." He said smiling mischieviously. "Oh, 'to save time' eh? Okay, let's go." I stepped into the shower and turned on the warm water. Brett followed me. It was a tight squeeze, but we managed. Brett grabbed the soap and his wash cloth and started soaping up. "Hey." He said. "Why don't you wash my back off, since you're the one that got it all sticky." "Sure." I said. I took his washcloth and started rubbing his back. I started at his shoulders and started rubbing lower and lower until I reached his butt. "You want me to get that too?" I asked. "Sure, might as well." Brett said. I kneeled down behind him and Brett spread his legs a little. His butt cheeks spread apart and I could see his butt hole again. I let out a shuddered sigh and then started rubbing the wash cloth over his butt and up and down the crack. That was all it took for my dick to spring right back to full power. Why shouldn't we do it? We loved each other, why shouldn't we just go for it and have sex? I stood up behind him and felt an overwhelming urge to take my dick and drive it right into that tight little hole. What would it hurt? Why shouldn't we? I grabbed my dick and started aiming it toward the spot. My mind was coming up with all kinds of reasons to stop but my body was coming up with all kinds of reasons to do it. I wasn't thinking, I was just working on instinct. My dick made contact with Brett's hole. "What do you think you're doing?" Brett said, looking behind him. I immediately backed off. "Nothing." I said as I took the wash cloth and rubbed his back again. "Okay." Brett looked at me suspiciously. "I would hope you'd use lotion before you try to stick it in." "No no!" I said. "Just making sure you were nice and clean." The water rinsed Brett's back, then he told me to turn around and he cleaned off my back. My dick never shrunk, and my mind was still racing with the thought of what I had almost done. We washed our hair, and then dried off and walked back to his room. We spent the rest of the day playing games and finding all of my stuff to take home. When our moms arrived, they brought pizza with them. "So did you have a good day?" Brett's mom asked. "It was fun." Brett said. I couldn't have agreed more. We ate our pizza and talked about many things. I was having mixed emotions. I wanted to go home, but I wanted to stay, too. I couldn't get the feeling of Brett's body pressed against mine out of my head. When it was time to leave, I hugged Jen and thanked her for putting up with me. She laughed and said I could come over anytime. I thought about hugging Brett, but figured it would be a bad idea in front of our moms, so I just shook his hand and thanked him for everything. Then mom and I walked to the car. "So," she said as we drove down the street, "did you do anything fun for your last day there today?" "Eh, we just played around." I replied. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well, Billy's time at Brett's house is over. Now his dad is out of the hospital, but still not home yet. Next chapter, we'll visit with him briefly. But more importantly, we'll be setting the stage for the end of Part Four. A special guest will reappear in chapter ten, and will have a profound impact on Billy. But that's all next time. I want to know what you thought about this chapter first! Many of you were waiting anxiously for this chapter, and I hope it didn't disappoint. Send me an email to let me know your thoughts! vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com Thanks to a new friend of mine who checked this chapter out for errors. I'd shake your had if I could! Heh heh!! See you next time!