Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2023 17:27:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Jason Smith Subject: Through The Keyhole- Part 3 This story and the ones that follow are completely fictional. Any likeness is purely coincidental. More parts to come soon. I'd love to know what you think & if you enjoyed it. Jasonsmith135@yahoo.com Please consider donating to Nifty so we can keep this great site going! ******************************************* I laid in my bed that night thinking back on everything I had seen that afternoon. My mind still divided on understanding it all, and wondering why it had me... excited? I didn't really know how I felt about it. I would say if anything I was curious. I had never thought that out of everything you could or would do when a friend was over, that it would be THAT. Admittedly, I never had guy friends come stay over. But if by some chance I did have a guy friend, and he agreed to come over to hang out or stay the night, I never would have guessed we would do THAT. And I definitely wouldn't have known to suggest it. Then I got to wondering.. Is this something that all guys did when they got together? Was this a common `guys spending the night' activity? It looked like Roddy and Sam were pretty comfortable with the idea, so one could assume that they had done it before. So.. Does Roddy do it with his other friends? Do other guys at school do this when they get together? Did my dad do it when he was our age? Does he still do it now? He DOES go on a guys trip with his 3 college roommates once a year in the summer for a week. I wonder if he jerks off with Mr. Ben, Mr. Ethan, and Mr. Logan on those trips. They've been friends for almost their whole lives - especially Dad & Mr. Ben (he's who I'm named after by the way, even though most everyone calls me Benny) & they still hang out often. Did Dad & Mr. Ben jerk their dicks together? Okay, now I'm thinking about too many dicks. Especially when the one dick I should be worried about is my own. I slide my right hand down to the crotch of my boxers and maneuver my fingers through the hole to my dick. My boner has been long gone and to be honest, I'm not expecting much to happen. My hand gets reacquainted with my soft penis, hoping to make a change. I feel a small amount of something, but it just feels weird. So once again, I stop. How am I going to figure this out if it's embarrassing to even myself. I could look up specifics online, but I'm too afraid my parents would find out. Who knows what they have set up on the internet. I'm honestly surprised Roddy has gotten away with watching porn on his laptop. He must know a sneaky way around mom's firewall of doom. If not, I'm sure I would have heard him getting scolded about it by now. I can just hear my mom yelling, "Rodney! Just what were you thinking young man? You shouldn't be looking at this on the internet! It's going to rot your brain! And it's just wrong! Did you think we wouldn't find out??" Yeah, there's no way I'm going to chance getting caught like that. I don't think I could survive the embarrassment. So that leaves me with limited options, which are: 1) chance getting caught looking up things on the internet and if caught, blame Roddy 2) asking a non-existent close guy friend at school about it and chance being humiliated 3) asking my brother about the specifics and chance being humiliated and/or beaten up 4) asking my dad. Never mind. Scratch this idea out completely. Not happening. 5) asking Roddy for help around the supposed firewall on the internet to look up specifics myself To be completely honest, none of these options are GREAT. They all end in some form of embarrassment/humiliation/awkward encounter and I'm not really looking forward to any of them. But as I laid in bed with my still soft dick and no other options, I made a decision that I had to choose one. And the least horrible option would have to be #5 - asking for Roddy to show me how to use the internet without getting caught. I decided that I would ask tomorrow since Sam was still here to spend the night and there was no way in hell I was asking in front of him. The less people that are witness to this spectacle, the better. There. It was decided. Tomorrow it was. ** The next day was a normal day - me spending the day in my room alone while Roddy and Sam hung out. I found myself watching the clock throughout the day, almost counting down the hours until I had to talk to Roddy. It was weird because while I wasn't looking forward to having to do it, I was looking forward to finding out how to use the internet to look up.. Well, I wasn't exactly sure what I would look up. But I'd figure that out when it came to it. One problem at a time. Sam finally went home around 4 pm and I thought it was time to do it. But once Sam left, Roddy sat in the living room watching a ball game on the tv with Dad. I got a little frustrated because I just wanted it to be over, but there was no way to ask in front of my dad. I'm sure he and mom were in on the firewall together. So I sat on the other end of the couch that Roddy was sitting on and watched the game with them, but not really paying attention to what was going on. We had dinner together as a family, as we did every night, at 6pm. I finished my food so quickly knowing that Roddy usually goes to his room after dinner and that this would probably be my chance. It seemed like everyone took forever to finish, especially Roddy who got seconds, and thirds, and then dessert. Dad says he's a bottomless pit but that it's normal for boys our age since we're growing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of never ending food and chatter from my parents, dinner was over. Just as I'd expected Roddy made his way to his room. I tried to follow, but he shut and locked his door before I could get my request in to `ask him a quick question.' I stood in the hallway, in front of his closed door, just staring, my mind quickly working to decide how to finally do this. I knocked on the door... nothing. I knocked again and quietly called out, "Roddy?.." Again, nothing. Finally, on the third knock I felt someone reach over my shoulder and bang loudly on the door. It was Dad. "Rodney! Open up! Your brother's trying to talk to you!" Dad shouted. The door swung open finally, my brother looking disapprovingly at both of us in his doorway. He then turned his gaze from me to Dad. "Dad.. How many times do I have to ask you to please, please, call me Roddy. Not Rodney." "Sorry, Roddy," Dad made a point of correcting himself. "Benny has been knocking on your door. Open up and let him in." As he said this, Dad walked away towards his own room. Roddy made eyes at me. Almost angry eyes, or maybe just annoyed. "What do you want?" Roddy asked gruffly. My hands started sweating and my heart was picking up speed. Finally able to get his attention and ask him, and now my body is betraying me, because my mouth won't open and my mind has frozen, and I just want to shout `Nevermind!' and run to my room. "Dude!" Roddy shouted in my face. "What do you want?" I shook my head, willing my mind and mouth to start working. "Umm.. I wanted to ask.. to ask you a question," I stuttered. "Spit it out, dweeb." "Um.. Could..." I look around down the hall toward my parents room where my dad was, and then towards the kitchen where my mom was, knowing that I didn't want them hearing what I was about to ask. "Could I come inside?" Roddy looked at me with an eyebrow raised and a look of disgust. "No, just ask already." I almost gave up and turned toward my own room, but something inside me jolted and I pushed past Roddy into his room quickly before he had time to shove me back into the hall. Roddy quickly turned to face me inside his room, which I wasn't `allowed in.' "The hell are you doing squirt??" Roddy whisper yelled at me with anger in his face. "Get the hell out!" "Shut the door Roddy," I said, surprising myself. "I just want to ask a quick question." He shut the door slowly & begrudgingly, still eyeing me closely. "You have 30 seconds," he says folding his arms across his chest. "I.. I just wanted to ask you if you would.." Just say it, I thought! "If you'd show me how to get past the internet firewall." Roddy squints his eyes at me. "What are you talking about?" "I want.. I mean, I need to look up something on the computer but I don't know how to get past whatever firewall Mom & Dad put on there." "What are you talki... Wait." Roddy stops mid sentence, his eyes still squinting, but his grimace slowly turning into a grin. "What do you need to look up?" "I... I just.." I stuttered, then changed my mind. "Don't worry about that. Just tell me how to get around it. Please." "Okay, I'll help you get past the `firewall'" he put that word in air quotes, "but you have to tell me what you need to look up. Or else I won't tell you." "Roddy pleaseeee," I begged, my palms sweating more and more as this exchange went on. "Nope. That's the rules. Tell me what it is and then I'll tell you how to do it." What do I tell him? I don't want to tell him that I need pointers on how to jerk off. That would be mortifying. So I finally said, "Porn, okay? It's porn. I want to look up some porn and I don't want to get caught. Can you help me or not?" The words flooded out of my mouth so fast that I almost couldn't believe it was happening. It was if my body decided to skip the whole part where my brain was supposed to decide what words leave my lips and just let them escape before I could stop them. As soon as the words were out there, floating through the air towards my brother, I immediately felt my face get hot and I knew that I was turned 3 different shades of red. Roddy's grin only grew to a larger smile as he let out a little chuckle and then a sigh. "Oh, little brother. I wondered when this day would come. Or IF it would ever come, I should say." He looked smug as he said this, but to my relief didn't look pitying. He walked closer to me, as my knees began to shake, worried that he would laugh at me, or yell, or throw me out of his room. But all he did was get right up in front of me, placing both hands on my shoulders, and leaning down so that we were face to face. "Bro, there is no firewall." As he said it, he patted my right shoulder with his hand twice quickly, almost as if saying `there, there' and then he backed up a step and crossed his arms. "What do you mean?" I asked. "There is no firewall dude. There's not blocker or anything. If you want to look up porn, go do it. There's no stopping you." Roddy looked amused. "What? Are you kidding me?" I was floored. I could have avoided this whole embarrassing situation (and yes, I was very embarrassed) entirely. I could have looked up whatever I wanted this whole time. "Nope, go search, browse, and watch whatever you want. Just use headphones," he said with a wink. Even though I was still letting the embarrassment wash over me, Roddy's little wink let some of that slip away. It was almost like him saying `it's okay. I'm in on this too. It's cool.' This had actually gone a little better than I expected. "Oh.. okay. Well cool. Thanks." And then because I'm stupid I added, "I was wondering how you and Sam were getting away with it, but I figured you knew whatever trick there was." Roddy started a laugh, but stopped in the middle and said, "Wait, how'd you know that me and Sam were watching porn?" And then the only explanation I can come up with for what I said next is the fact that my mouth was apparently still not checking with my brain before letting words fly. "Oh, I saw you two watching porn on your bed." And immediately my face froze in fear. "You WHAT??" Roddy yelled. Oh, fuck.