Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2022 09:26:33 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Doug Teaches Me About Condoms

Title: Doug's Teaches Me About Condoms


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"Dade! What the hell dude?" I exclaimed.

Here I was, laying in bed, cock at full mast, ready with a jar of Vaseline
and my favorite porn in the VCR, when my little brother comes bursting in.

"Oh, jeez, Doug! It's 2 in the afternoon! What the hell are you doing in
bed - oh, uh, oh!"

Dade had quickly put the pieces together. Being 14, he knew what guys do in
bed in the middle of the afternoon. He looked over to the TV, briefly
watching a busty blonde going down on a faceless dick.

I broke his stare. "Dude, seriously - get out of here!"

He backed out, closing the door. My hard on was defaulting quickly, and I
sighed. I turned back to the TV, but the moment was ruined. I wasn't gonna
be able to jerk off now.

I grabbed my `lucky towel' and wiped the grease off my fingers. I flipped
the blankets to find my lost remote, then turned off the TV. Maybe later.

I pulled up my jogging shorts and walked to the living room shirtless, my
4" soft dick loosely flopping with each step. We are a house of guys, so
it's not unusually to free-ball it. Dade was sitting in Dad's old Laz-e-Boy
overstuffed chair, bag of Doritos in hand, clearly pretending to watch
TV. I knew I had to talk to him. I was pretty sure by his age he was
jerking off, so I knew he knew what I was doing, but he had never seen my
like that before, so it was probably something to chat about. Honestly, I
don't know if he's had the `talk' yet. I went off to the Army 2 years ago,
and Dad left the picture since then... I'm not sure if Mom had taken that
responsibility yet. I mean, I'm 22, I suppose he should hear it from his
big brother, right? Hell, it's the 1994. Way shouldn't I man up. I'll need
to do this with my kid too, if I ever have one, right?

I looked Dade over. When I left, he was 12, and hadn't had a growth spurt
yet. Back then, he was so small - like our Mom, he had features that could
be seen as `pretty'. He had soft sandy blonde hair, very pale, with no
muscle and just the lightest amount of baby fat. Now, he was more like me
(and Dad). We both now shared that darker honey brown hair; his smile and
cheekbones were more defined. He was getting taller too, though his 5'5",
110lbs was not muscled up like my 6'2" 190lbs. I also had 2 years of army
and a 3x a week gym schedule on him, but, you know. He was also still very
graceful. I noticed that as he chomped on each chip, he was careful in his
selection. No cheese on the fingers, no chip too big for his mouth.

When I actually came to the room, he moved to the couch. As the oldest, I
usually commandeered the chair, but this time, I planned to sit wit him. I
wanted him to feel better about all this.

He flinched a bit as the door to my room closed, and then again as I sat
next to him on the couch. He stared at the TV, as if the George Forman
Grill was the most interesting commercial he'd ever seen. I noted that his
own bulge was poking out a bit, which made me hold my breath. I mean, when
I was a kid, I got hard-ons over anything sexual. this was no
different. Hell, I still get hard over a hot body or a glimpse of something
naughty. I guess that's another way we are alike.

But, I had to talk to him about what he saw. He was clearly anxious.

I leaned back, so my head was behind him. I was plopped out, my knees past
him, my chest flat. I looked at him from behind, his posture too perfect
for the moment. His clothes clung to him, the summer heat and humidity
still lingering even with the A/C on. I smiled as I recognized the shirt he
was wearing was one of my old jerseys from high school. Mom must've kept
them as hand-me-downs. They went well with his Basketball shorts, both a
bright crimson with silver stipe on the side. At the waist, I could see his
red colored Hanes, a recent upgrade from the tightly whiteys we all started
out with as a kid.

I sat in silence for a minute, then smirked as he remained still and
silent. He would not unlock his eyes from the screen. I chuckled; to get
the ball rolling, I slapped him gently on the back.

"Hey, Dade," I said. He breathed quietly, then let his shoulders slump a
little. He was embarrassed.

I continued. "Look buddy. Uh, I'm not sure how much you saw-"

"Nothing." He interrupted. I smirked again.

"Look dude, I know you got the full picture. Can I talk to you about it?" I
offered.

he blinked. Slowly. As if time had stopped. His voice cracked as he simply
uttered, "Sure."

OK, so, where to start. "Yeah, so, I'll be straight with you. No filters,
cool?" I didn't wait. "First, don't be embarrassed, ok little bud? We're
both guys, and I want you to ask any question you want when I'm done,
cool?"

Again, I didn't wait for him to disagree. I knew I had to get this out or
else this could become weird.

"Ok, so, I don't know if you had the sex talk with Mom or in school, so I'm
gonna-" he cut me off.

"When a guy and a girl love each other, he puts his dick inside her vagina
and when he cums, it could make a baby and then 9 months later a kid comes
out."

I laughed, and sat up. I looked at him, his face now lacking blood flow. It
took courage to say all that.

"That's right, Dade, I'm glad you said it like that. Most guys even my age
are weirded out by talking about it." I watched his face, and his eyes
furrowed. He turned to me a bit, not making eye contact. "I'm not sure why,
Doug, but it was easy to say in front of you. Don't think I could say that
with mom or, you know, Dad, or buddies. But that's how they explained it in
school. Sounds kinda gross, but uhm, sexy? At the same time."

I had to blink and take a second. This was going better than I thought.

"Yeah, so, that's how it works, basically. But you know, when a guy is by
himself, sometimes he still thinks about sex. And guys - all guys - need to
get that out of their system. If there isn't a chick that will agree to do
stuff, then he needs to take matters into his own hands. I was getting
ready to do that. I mean, usually it's private, and I thought you weren't
home, so.." I tapered off. I wasn't sure where to go with this. "Do you
know what I mean, Dade?"

He looked down, and started to fiddle with the Doritos bag. I waited for
him to collect his thoughts. After a full minute, he began to speak. Well,
whisper, rather.

His voice was scratchy and low. "Yeah I know. Uh, I mean, I do... that."

I lowered my head and peered around to his face. He didn't look up. Gently,
I asked, "Do, what, Dade. You don't have to fear saying anything. I need to
you to be comfortable talking to me, ok?"

He sighed heavily. "Ugh. Fine. I jerk off, ok? Geez."

I nodded. "Good. I was gonna today, too. How often?"

He looked at me, and his eyebrow lifted. "I dunno," shyly, paused, "like
1-2 times..."

"A week? That's it?" I ventured.

"No. Per day." He whispered.

Shit. 2 times a day? Ok, so we live in 900 square foot apartment. His room
and the bathroom are on either side of mine. How did I never notice this? I
kept my cool.

"Sounds about right, buddy. When I was your age, I think I was at least
that. Now-a-days, without a girlfriend, I usually hit about 2 times a week
when I can fit it in."

Thinking back to him walking in, I had to wonder - why DID he walk in on
me? He had his own room? But, we had to finish this first.

"So, yeah. just know, it's natural, and when you find met a girl to do
stuff with, you'll just want to be safe, use a condom, all that. Do you
know about condoms and all that?"

He nodded, then blushed. Something was on is mind. "What's that look, bud?
What are you thinking?"

He looked back at his feet. In a moment, he nodded again. "Well, Mom told
me that when I was... uhm... ready to have sex, that I was supposed to ask
you for a condom."

I snorted. Mom told him to ASK ME for a condom, but didn't even TELL me to
prepare for that day? Ha! Great parenting. Well. Good thing I had some
always at the ready and -

Dade broke my thought. "-And I didn't think you were home today," he
continued.

I looked back over at him. He wouldn't meet my eyes, but I could see the
courage building. He had more to say.

"-and because I knew you had condoms, I thought- you know, that I would
see, uhm, what they were, you know- what they might be like."

I smiled. Of course he was curious.

"-and, uhm. I knew you had a naughty video on the VCR..."

I raised an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt.

"-since you said I could play the Nintendo when I wanted, but you have to
turn on the VCR to get it to work on the TV, and it started to play,
and... you know, I saw some of it, but didn't want to get in trouble, when
people were home..."

He was rambling now, clearly afraid he was going to be in trouble. I
decided to stop him. I thought quickly. Would I mind him in my room jerking
off to my porn? I mean, isn't it what we did in the army? Dudes would trade
and share porn mags all the time. They even jerked off together, well, side
by side. It's no big deal, right? I felt my cock start to stir as I
remembered a couple times in the dark of night, just a buddy and a
flashlight on some porn in the barrack heads... anyway.

"Ok, Ok, Dade. I get it." I adjusted myself quick, then hopped off the
couch. "Stand up, buddy."

Dade suddenly went pale white, his face as if seeing a ghost. I looked at
him quizzically, but then realized. His hard-on had never gone down. I
sighed with a knowing smile, and grabbed my junk a bit.

"Yeah, sex talk makes ya hard, I get it. But I'm your brother. If you can't
have a bone around me, who can ya?" I leaned down, grabbing him arm. He let
go of the Doritos, and stood up with me. "There ya go, dude. No big
deal. In fact, we're gonna need that in a minute."

He looked at me in the eyes for the first time, his face contorted in
confusion. I pushed him gently to the bedroom.

Once inside, I closed and locked the door. He stood next to the TV. Our
rooms were only big enough for a twin bed, a dresser, nightstand, and a
broom cupboard they call a closet.

I flopped on the bed, my feet on the end and my head towards the
pillow. Reaching over to my nightstand, I slid open the drawer. At this
point, I didn't care that Dade was going to snag a condom and watch a
porn. Right now, I was excited to teach him. I wanted him to know that it
was all pretty natural and normal.

I don't know why, but I've always been protective of Dade. From the time he
was born, I was always nice to him. I know some brothers fight, and we had
our arguments and fights- but overall, I was always protective of him. When
mom told me that Dad left, I kind of felt I would take the place of him
someday. I guess now it was happening.

Inside the drawer were my `essentials'. I had some porn mags, condoms,
cigarettes, the good lube, and some Vaseline. I also had my trusty pocket
pussy, for those times I really needed it.

I pulled out a single condom, and tossed it to Dade. He caught it, then
went side eyed and stopped breathing. I laughed again.

"Dade, relax. Really, it's cool. Let's talk it through." I sat up on my
elbows, and swung my head, signaling him to come closer. As if tie slowed
down, each of the 5 steps it took from him to move from the TV to the bed
took forever. When he was finally in front of me, I took in another look at
him. His hands were in front of his crotch, trying to hide the strained
erection, while also gripping the silver foil wrapped condom. His baby fat
was all but gone, and I noticed he started to get the `V' that the girls
seemed to like in my own torso. His hair was longer than mine now, having
entered the skater phase that kids his age were into. To be honest, it was
a really good look for him. It reminded me of a buddy I used to jerk next
to. My own cock began to twitch. I ignored it, focusing on Dade's
curiosity.

"Ok, so, you said you were curious. Now's your chance," I nodded to the
condom. "In your hands is a condom. They aren't cheap, but just this once,
I think you should know how to use one, before you have sex and fumble. I
want you to be ready. Anytime you put your dick into a hole, you better be
ready with one of those, got it?"

I thought a bit more about it. This would be the first time I'm gonna see
his dick, with real hard on. I haven't seen another dude's dick like that
in a while. My own cock pulsed. I was still fucking horny from my failed
jerk off. Maybe this isn't the right time to be teaching him this?

Slowly, he nodded, but didn't move. I waved my hand, urging I'm to get on
with it. Nothing.

"What's wrong, Bud?" I asked. His delay got me off the thoughts of my jerk
off buddy and back to him.

He shrugged.

I sat up, my feet know on the floor. Standing in front of me, I could see
almost at eye level that he was hard as a rock. "If you're going to learn,
buddy you gotta do this."

He nodded, and began to flip the condom over and over, slowly. Did he not
understand the assignment?

I slapped both hands to the bed. "Ok," I stated. "I get it. You're
nervous."

He sighed heavily, his head falling. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"No no no, buddy, no need. Uhm, OK," I thought for a minute. Was I doing
this? I'm doing this. "Ok, one sec, don't move."

I rolled over, reaching for the remote. I flicked the TV on, and pressed
play. The volume=, as always, was on zero, but soon the TV lit up with the
blonde, on her knees, slowly sucking an 8" cock. I rolled back over,
reaching again for the nightstand.

"Here's what we're gonna do, bro," I said. "I'm gonna put a condom on
first, to show you. Then you can do it."

I reached for another foil condom, and held it in my hand. "Then, so we
don't waste these, we're gonna watch this porn." I looked into his eyes. He
looked scared, like before, but now somehow hopeful?

"I want you to know- Dade, this is important- while it's totally natural
for dudes to teach each other and jerk off together privately, this is NOT
something you ever talk about. This is a silent promise and secret between
buddies. Do you understand?" I met his eyes again, and he nodded.

Ok Doug, it's not or never. "So, Dade, follow along with me, ok? The first
step is to take the condom out of the wrapper- actually, take your shirt
off first, ok?"

He nodded, and took his shirt off. As he watched, I ripped the condom open
with my fingers. He repeated it, both of us with a half-exposed condom. I
pulled mine out of the shiner wrapper, and flicked the foil behind the
headboard. I watched as Dade smiled a bit, then flung his back there too.

"Ok, so two things," I smiled, "First, don't leave those wrappers for Mom-
or anyone- to find. Second, never put lube on your hands or dick before you
get the condom wrapper open. It's a bitch when your hands are slippery."

He smiled again and nodded. He was beginning to relax. With his shirt off,
I could now see more than just his `V'. He had some build going on, even if
he was a bit lanky. I let my eyes travel the length of his body, and my
hard-on pulsed again. These days, I was pretty sure I was bi, and this was
proving it. I know it's my brother, but still.. hot is hot.

"Ok, so now that you have the condom out, you gotta figure out which side
unravels," I flipped the condom, up in the light, and leaned closer to him
a bit. "You see how this rolls outward? That's how you want it."

He leaned in to inspect with me. I could feel his breath from his nose on
my hands as he peered though the slightly unraveled condom. Pulling back,
he oriented his own condom. I nodded and smiled.

"Now, the moment of truth. Time to put it on." I hooked my thumbs into the
side of my waistband, and bent down, my slightly thick, but very average 7"
springing out. His eyes went wide, and focused completely on it.

"Good," I said. "Keep looking, don't be shy."

I could feel the room heat up as his whole body went flush. But even as
embarrassed as he seemed, his eyes fixated on my cock. I held still for a
moment, and realized he was more than fascinated by it. Was he? Did he like
boys?

I snapped out of it just before he noticed the delay. "Ok, so, once you've
got your junk out, you want to make sure you are pretty hard, if not fully
hard," I smirked and winked at him, "which neither of us seem to be having
a problem with."

I put the condom between my cock, now jutting straight out, and his line of
sight. "So the best way to do this is to take the tip-" I pinched it- " and
line it up. You unroll onto your junk, but you want to leave the tip
pinched so it stays empty of air, but not tight on your cock."

I looked at him for any questions, but he was fixated on my hand, slowly
rolling the condom down.

"Now, depending on your cock size, this may feel tight or loose, but as
long as you roll it all the way down, you'll be good." I let go of the tip,
and the condom base, now ready. He flicked his eyes quickly up to mine, but
the looked back at my dick.

For the first time, he spoke. "Why, uh, the tip?"

I nodded, a good question. "Well, that's a good ask. When you cum, it's
gotta go somewhere. So we leave some room. I cum, well, I cum a LOT, so I
leave more room. Most guys don't cum a lot, so just the tip is usually
fine."

"Oh," he said flatly, looking back down.

"Hey, so you cum when you jerk off right? It doesn't matter how much..." He
has to know what cum is, right?

"I, well," He stammered, "I guess I was worried about that too..."

I tilted my head with question. "About.. what?"

"Well, cuz uhm, I usually..." ok Dade, enough with the shy, spit it out! He
continued, finally, "I usually use a sock to catch it all. It's a lot, too,
like you then."

I laughed lightly, and nodded. "It's probably runs in the family, or
something. I used to use a sock too! I switched to just a cum towel I keep
under my bed now." I reached under the bed and pulled out a crusty beach
towel. Very well used. I smiled at it, but really, it should be washed
soon.

I gave my cock a tug or two, to keep it going, then sat and slid back on
the bed. I was naked, my back to the wall, hard on jutting out with a
condom on. My 13 year old brother, standing in front of me, waiting for his
next instruction, condom in hand. He bit his lip a little, and I watched as
his eyes flicked back to the TV with each sharp movement. The chick on the
screen had been sucking for about 5 minutes now, and he was now jerking in
front of her.

"Dade," I said softly, "Your turn. Drop `em and get that sucker on."

He visibly gulped as I finished my sentence. With the same glacial pace, he
began to slide his pants and underwear down. In that moment, or the first
time, I saw him. Standing now straight up toward his belly, a 5" cut dick,
hard as steel, was directly in front of me. Without warning, my own cock
twitched sharply. It didn't go unnoticed, and Dade's eyes locked onto it. I
grabbed it and gave it another tug. He followed my hand as it gripped the
rubber and slide my fore skin back and forth. We had showered and bathed
together before as kids, so we knew we were different down there, but we'd
never been hard, like this, together. I still couldn't tell if he was
curious, or if there was more.

I snapped him out of it as I spoke again. "Grab the tip of it with your
thumb and finger, then roll it down with the other hand."

He began. Gently, he positioned the condom exactly as I did. I watched as
he fumbled to line up and unroll. As I expected, it was a little loose on
him; he didn't yet have the girth I did. I' not sure why, but I immediately
envied him in this moment. I didn't have anyone to help me with this stuff,
I certainly didn't have a good role model from our father. My first condom
was in a bathroom stall, experimenting with one from a vending machine.

Dade smiled when it was rolled down, and then his cock twitched, like
mine. He looked up at me. He seemed proud. I smiled back, and leaned
forward. I grabbed my dick to feel it, then took a chance and reached out
for him. Without warning, my hand wrapped around his hardness. I could feel
the condom was a little loose, and gave a slight tug. He had rolled the
condom down perfectly, and there was very little air inside.

Dade's whole body locked up and he made an audible inhale when I grabbed
him. I finished my inspection with my hand in seconds, but as I looked up
at his face, it was pure deer in headlights. I let go, and slid back on the
bed, my back returning to the wall, my feet barely off the edge of the bed.

I realized quickly that this was probably the first time anyone had touched
him that way, and it was by me, his brother. I had to make a choice -
apologize ,or validate.

"Great job Dade," I said, validating. "This is exactly how you would do
this to fuck. And remember, you do this every time you have sex, you got
it?"

His focus returned, and he looked back down at his hard-on, now fully
wrapped. Without thinking, he gave himself a tug. This made him moan
lightly, and I smirked.

I rolled again to the nightstand and pulled out some lube. I got back into
sitting position and double tapped the bed space next to me. I did it
again, and he got the hint. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, leaving about
a foot between our elbows.

We were both now sitting on the bed, backs on the wall, dicks covered with
a condom and pointing straight out. I looked down at both of us, then over
at Dade. He was looking at us too. Time to finish this lesson.

"Ok, bro, here's the fun part," I flicked the top off the lube. "Are you
right handed?"

He nodded. I squeezed the tube of thick KY jelly. A small but useful dollop
of gel plopped into Dade's hand, and then I did the same for myself.

"Now, as buds, we watch the porn-" I cleared my throat, "or whatever you
want to look at, and get off. When you're ready to cum, just blast right
into the condom."

Dade didn't move, so I knew I would have to start us off. I looked over to
the TV, where the blonde had changed positions, and was now on her knees
for a new guy. She was licking and stroking. I began to rub the lube up and
down on the condom. It was tight against my foreskin, so the motion began
to make me leak a bit. I let out a small moan and leaned my head back. Out
o the corner of my eye, I watched my little brother slowly slide his hand
back to his own cock. I turned my head slightly to watch him as he slid the
goo onto the tip of his condom, then slowly form a fist around his rod. As
any guy knows, once you start, your little head takes over. His eyes shut
for a moment as the feeling of the lubed condom felt against his dick for
the first time. His fist began to slowly slide up and down, and he moaned
lightly embarrassing himself with his own noises.

I turned back to the TV, giving him a moment to himself. I moaned lightly
myself, letting him know it was OK. "Yea, suck him," I breathed. I began
stroking again, my foreskin tight against the condom, and my fist sliding
loosely with the lube. I heard the familiar sound of another fist pumping
to my left, and I knew he was working toward a good cum.

I decided to ask him, "How's it feel, bro?" To which he sighed, "So good,
Doug, uhhhnng,"

I slowly turned to watch as my brother pumped, in full strokes, up and down
the slippery condom. His legs were fully stretched, and his arm was
tight. He was in full control, and from the look of his strokes, he knew
exactly what got him off. I watched his face go from tense to intense to
relaxed all in rotation. He would bite his lip, then his stroke would slow
down and he'd sigh. Little moans and whimpers escaped more frequently, and
he seemed fully relaxed next to me.

My own hand hadn't stopped, and my sensations were at their peak. While
jerking in a condom wasn't my favorite way to stroke, seeing my brother get
off on this was a huge turn on. I took a look at his face once more, and
realized - he wasn't watching the porn at all - his eyes, this whole time,
had been glued to my stroking. I think - I think he likes seeing me jerk
off, more than the girl. While he did watch her at first, he was now
completely on me.

The idea that someone wants to watch me get off was too hot to ignore. I
had to jerk off raw.

"Dade," I said between heavy breathing, "Have you ever seen another guy
cum?"

His breathing stopped, and his hand locked. He didn't answer. It didn't
matter, I already knew the answer.

"Ok, so, I want you to keep your condom on- and when you're ready to cum,
blast away, and then I'll show you how to remove it safely in case your
with a gir- someone," I looked over at the TV, then back to him, "But
personally, I need to do this raw, and I want to show you a huge load."

I grabbed my cum towel and slid my hand against it, removed some of the
spent lube.

"If you want to watch me cum, it's totally cool." I peeled off the condom,
and pulled my foreskin down. Immediately, i began to leak a bit of
pre-cum. Something i hadn't shown him before.

"Dade, just so you know, this is pre-cum. Basically, when a guy is ready to
fuck, this comes out to add a little lube. Not all guys do it, so don't
worry if yours doesn't."

His eyes were again fixated on my cock. He no longer averted his eyes when
he noticed me noticing him. I stroked a couple more times to show him the
pull of my foreskin and the precum. His hand began to slide up and down
again.

I began to stroke again, watching him watch me. The intensity grew. His
eyes got wider and he began to bite his lip. His strokes got faster, as did
mine, and I watched his body begin to squirm. I knew he was close. I began
to jerk for real now, full up/down strokes. I knew I was ready, and I
wanted him to see it. I needed him to see it.

"Dade, I'm gonna bust. It's gonna be a lot, are you ready for it? You gonna
cum too, buddy?" I urged.

He moaned and nodded, his own hand now gripping his shaft like a vice. His
feet and toes began to stretch, and his hand was now wicked fast.

I feel my balls rising up, and in a split decision, I pulled my legs back
and got to my knees. I flipped over, straddling my brother, my knees on
either side of his hips, our cocks just inched from each other. My body
began to convulse, my fist yanking full speed.

Dade's whole body went tight and his face stretched, eyes staring at my
body, my cock. That was all it took. As my fist slid back once more time,
my whole body tightened and my cock shot it's first rope of thick, hot
cum. I watched as my stream of jizz hit my brother's chest, chin, and
shoulder. Spurt after spurt covered his torso and arms. His own body,
locked tight and stretched, his own arm furiously jerking, relented to a
sharp inhale and a moan. My brother began to cum himself, his cock pulsing
hard into the loose condom. His throat let out a gagging sound and his body
twitched, his legs extended tightly. Through my own orgasm I watched as my
brother's eyes rolled back and his head flicked and his hand squeezed more
cum out.

It was only moments, but felt like hours as we both came down from our
orgasm. My brother, coming back to reality, licked his lips accidentally,
now tasting cum for the first time. He cringed, wiping his mouth, but then
finally accepting what had happened, and licking again. Oh yeah, he was
gay. I'm sure now.

And well, it seems I liked it too!

I lifted off him, and swiped at his body with my cum towel. It wasn't very
absorbent, so i mostly laughed with him as my jizz smeared his body.

"That was a lot," he said, seeing the sticky clear juice all over him.

"I told ya," laughing.

His cock was still semi-hard by the time I wiped him down. "Now, when you
take off a condom, the idea is NOT to get cum anywhere on her- who your
with. So, the rule is `hold, turn, slide, rinse'. As in, hold the condom
on, turn away from them, slide it off, and then rinse your junk. Got it?"

He nodded, and followed the instructions. As he took it off, i asked him to
hold it up. It was 1/5th full of semi-clear liquid. Yes, the boy seemed to
be a big cummer too. Whoever he has sex with will either love or hate that,
if experience has any say.

I turned off the porn and then faced Dade, before it got awkward. "So,
first, this is a bro secret, right?" He nodded. "Second - if you need
condoms, or porn, you come to me, ok? After what we did today, there
shouldn't be any secrets between us, right?" Another nod. "Good."

"Doug?" He asked.

I twisted, pulling up a pair of underwear. "Yeah bud?"

"You said, condoms always?" He asked, pensive.

"Yea man, until you are in love with one person or something, yeah. You
never know what someone's got."

"But-" he stammered. "The lady in the porno didn't use one with the guy she
was... licking?"

I thought about this one. "Yeah, so, that's a good question. So, that's
called `head' or `oral' by the way," I continued, "and most people don't
use a condom for that kind of sex. Now, you SHOULD, but to be fair, the
risk of STD is pretty low for just oral. Now, you should know and trust
them, but, yeah, usually head is ok. Plus, most guys can't cum with condoms
for head."

I wasn't sure I liked my answer, but it was pretty much true.

He grabbed his shorts and underwear and began to re-dress. "So then, what
do you use a condom for? Just vaginas?"

I laughed. "Well, bud, there's a lot that two people can do to have `sex' -
but generally, if someone's dick is going into...well a vagina or a butt,
then yes."

He stopped dressing, his shirt halfway over his head. I gotta tell him.

"Yeah, so," I started, "no matter who you're with, girl... or guy... some
guys like to fuck in the butt. Or, uhm, get fucked by someone in their
butt."

Dade looked at his feet again. "Is that, uhm, bad?"

I closed my eyes slowly. "No, Dade, not at all. Some guys like it either
way, or both ways. Some guys like to do it that way to girls. It's all
about what you like and who you are. None of it's bad. Uhm, do you think
about any of that - maybe before today?"

He nodded. "Not sure, but stuff comes into my head when I.. ya know," he
said, making the jerk off signal with his hands.

"Yeah, oh yeah, I know. I have all inns of thoughts when I'm pulling it." I
chuckled.

We both laughed a bit, and I flopped back on the bed. Dade reached for the
doorknob, but twisted slightly. "Thank you, Doug. That was super cool. Uhm,
thanks."

"Anytime, kid," I said, flipping the TV to a regular sports channel. "Well,
maybe not anytime - I think you understand how condoms work now,"

We both laughed again, and Dade walked out. As the shower ran, I thought
about what just happened. Would it be the only time?


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