Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 08:10:04 -0700
From: writersrealm@hotmail.com
Subject: Submit Discovering Gregory chpt 4

Discovering Gregory

Chapter 4
Squirt

My heart was in my throat and my hands were on Greg's crotch and that heart
attacked I mentioned earlier, was upon me. There was no escaping our fate.

"You two almost done?"

Greg bridged up on his neck to look upside down at a mirror image that
appeared only a little younger and just a little more handsome than he
was. The new boy's soft blue eyes cast a lazy gaze that fell upon us to
discover our posture of familiarity. Busted!

"Get lost, squirt. I got the table after school," Greg growled low in his
throat, not seeming to be much disturbed that we had gotten caught fooling
around.

"I see that, only I'd like to use the table to shoot pool. You can do that
some place else. I'm limited with what I want to do."

"We're doing it here. Split while you still can. You don't want me to get
up."

"I'm Doug."

He spoke casually as if we'd just met down at the 7-11 store. He looked
past Greg as though he wasn't even there to address me. He noticed my
irresponsible hands, but he didn't act like it caused him any difficulty as
he continued approaching the table.

"I'm Martin," I said, removing my hand from the front of Greg's undershorts
long enough to shake Doug's friendly hand.

He stepped back a step, looking not at all threatening, but looking at
everything in front of him. His eyes found the front of my underwear as he
checked out my position on the table between Greg's legs. I waited, as he
seemed almost ready to suggest my next shot. I would find out later that
Doug missed nothing but he knew better than to challenge his older
brother. He did however make an art form out of aggravating the hell out of
him. There was a careful balance between that and annihilation and I would
find that Doug had spent years figuring out just how close to that line he
could come and still successfully manage to avoid Greg's wrath.

Greg watched him carefully with his eyes and that gave me time to look him
over as well. Doug would have been my height and weight and lacked any
muscles I could find. What I could see was adorable and if I hadn't already
given my heart up to Greg, I'd certainly have thought Doug was worthy of
such a gift. If Greg had an antithesis it was Doug.

"Nice meeting you," he said politely as he backed up toward the
stairs. "How long will this take, brother of mine?"

"Not long. He was just paying up."

"Where do you find these guys? Doesn't anyone in this town know how to play
pool?"

While he sounded a bit like a wise guy, his broad smile told me it was all
in good fun.

The words spit back and forth too fast for me to keep track of them. They
were like two polished standup comics each bidding the other to take his
wife. Doug had much lighter blond hair, lighter and less intense blue eyes,
and a complexion that was next to perfection. He had none of the strength
or power of Greg while having none of his flaws. His features gave a gentle
flutter to my heart each time I stayed on his face. There was no doubt they
were brothers and that made the circumstances under which we met seem
somewhat surreal.

"He's going to give me lessons," I said once there was a lull.

"Yeah, I see. I'll do some homework until you two are finished. Just be
careful not to get hurt, Martin. Pool can be a rough game the way my
brother plays it."

Doug trotted up the stairs and disappeared. I could see the bottom of the
door and I watched it for a second to see if there was to be an encore of
their lounge act.It stayed closed.

"Don't mind him. He won't say anything. He knows better."

"I feel really strange with him knowing what we're doing down here? I mean
I've never done nothing like this before."

"You're just giving me a massage, that's all. You lost and I won and he
knows the rules. You aren't the first guy that lives around here to give me
a massage."

"You play with him?"

There was a silence that left me to jump to my own conclusions.

"He's my brother."

Greg's eyes penetrating me again, making me feel self-conscious. I was
pressed between his warm legs and one of my hands was still on the front of
his underwear. I would feel him moving in small spasms under my palm.

"What you thought was going to happen before squirt showed up... it wasn't
going to happen."

"What are you talking about? I've never done anything like this before so
you know a lot more about it than me."

I was as cool as I could be and I laid it all on him. It was obvious what
he was talking about and I knew that we hadn't been but a few seconds from
getting a lip lock on one another. For the life of me I couldn't figure out
how we came to be in that condition. It wasn't something either of us
planned or something we spent a lot of time thinking about, it had simply
happened while we were doing something else. I can't explain it and I don't
understand any more about it than that, but I wasn't letting him off the
hook as easily as he thought he was going to wiggle free of any
responsibility for what we were up to.

"You know what I'm talking about. I don't mind guys playing with my pecker
but I ain't swapping no spit with him, understand?"

"If you say. I never gave it a thought."

Greg had lost his harsh edge until Doug showed up. He'd gentled out and
seemed to be caught up in the moment, and now he was back to his arrogant
swagger. Was he even aware of the energy we had been creating together? The
spell wove by our proximity and physical contact, was broken by the
reawakening of his superiority gene. I looked for an easy exit, hoping we
might recapture the moment at some later date.

"I can keep it that way all night?"

His bravado was boyish self-promotion with little meaning in it for me.

"What way?"

"Hard! I can keep it up eight hours if I want. Hard as a rock."

"Why would you want to?" I asked.

"Don't you know anything about pleasing a woman?"

"Not really."

I felt it pulsing under my fingers as we were speaking of it, and that made
me squeeze, which caused him to wince and then close his eyes. It pulsed
more and I was just squeezing for all I was worth while trying to think of
a way to get out of there. His eyes stayed on my face as my eyes were on my
hand and what I imagined might be under his underwear. As badly as I wanted
to go, ten times that is how badly I needed to see him in all his glory. My
focus was narrowing down to a five digit operation that was super heating
my face and hand.

His hips came off the felt with a sharp moan as his lips parted so he could
get more air. He seemed powerless as we both watched intently to see what
was going to happen next. The heat was rising again and there was an
intense fragrance coming off him that filled my brain with lustful
ideas. Sweat rolled down on both of his sides. I squeezed and he moaned
again, letting his head tilt back on his shoulders as he filled his chest
with air.

When I checked his face, he seemed to be losing that rough edge once again
as he became focused on me, and more particularly, what I was doing to
him. Using his elbows, he propped himself up so he could get a better
view. He looked a little like he was in pain, but there was something else
about the look of him that told me there was a certain power in my
palm. Greg wanted me to escalate our activity but he would need to ask.

"Yeah, do that some more," he said while trying to take a breath. "Up and
down on it some before you squeeze it hard. I like it when you squeeze."

I didn't want to be there, doing that to him, but I was and I couldn't get
my hand off it, and I'm sure he'd insist I do that before I left. As I
watched wondering why he was doing it, he used his palms to push down on
the waistband until his underwear was down on his thighs except where I
held his dick through it in the middle. His eyes pierced into me until I
let go of him, and with no hesitation he let me see it in an uninhibited
display. He was watching my face to see what my reaction would be. It took
my breath away in spite of me making every effort not to look in awe of
him.

My Humming Bird heart had me feeling faint from the excitement. I had seen
it in his jeans that first day. The impression it made on the material,
leaving an impression on me that had stirred me dozens of times late at
night after the fact. Now, it was right in front of me for the taking, his
steely hot flesh, under his unrelenting stare.

The head was cut deep into the shaft and stood out fat on top of a thick
tan shaft. We both watched it standing out of his dark blonde pubes. His
smell was stronger then ever and I inhaled as much of his scent as I could
consume. My brain got lost in a delirium for him. How did I get myself into
such a mess? His chest pumped bigger gulps of air as his mouth hung open. I
wanted to grab it but I was afraid of what happened once I did. He'd have
won and I didn't want him to win, but what I wanted meant there was no
other way than to give in to him.

My own underwear was stretched to the max and I held onto myself trying to
keep from losing control. I'd been to the brink half a dozen times and I
hung so near that I knew it would start pumping of me without much more
stimulation. I'd been constantly dripping drops the entire time we'd been
down there and my hand was soaked in it, but I didn't want to lose it after
I'd gotten this far. There was no telling if I'd ever get a chance like
this again. I didn't know what came next but I was ready to give in.

I could hardly breath as our eyes met at his dick.

"Go ahead. It's okay. I don't mind."

His words were conciliatory, gentle, even inviting. If I didn't know what I
knew about Greg, I'd have dove on it.

He seemed engaged beyond the point of no return and as I moved in across
the fallen underwear, he went flat on his back, looking at me with his head
cocked to one side and the right side of his face touched the felt. He
looked like a helpless little boy and that's as close as Greg would ever
come to looking helpless. He seemed to need it as much as I wanted it.

I leaned back toward the object of our affection. I was afraid that if I
let myself go I'd explode. I was hypnotized by being so close to it. I
studied its contours, the veins, and how proud it stood out. I leaned my
face forward and breathed deep. His fingers rubbed his pubic hair as he lay
otherwise motionless, waiting for me.

"How long can you keep yours like that?"

"Like this. I don't know. Why would you want to be hard for eight hours?
That's got to hurt after awhile."

"Women like it. Most guys can't go more than fifteen or twenty minutes. I
can go all night," he bragged, not moving, watching me. "You can touch it,
you know. It's what you've wanted from the get go. It's okay."

"How do you know what I want?"

"It's in the eyes."

"What?"

"The way you eat me with them. You are a hungry boy, Martin. Go ahead. You
know you want to feel it. This is your chance. You don't want to miss your
change."

I didn't like to admit it but he was right. I wrapped my fingers around it
two inches below the head. I'd never seen a hard dick close up and I was
going to make the most of it. The way it stood up made it easy to get a
grip on it. His eyes closed as soon as my fingers tightened. As hard as the
flesh was, the skin was ever soft and luscious to feel. As I squeezed the
pee hole opened wide and more of his scent was released into my
nostrils. It filled me with desire for him as I breathed deep.

"Up and down," he said softly.

I knew the mechanics and I knew I was now jacking him off. His hips kept
time in a half beat, and my motion quickened. He seemed to be getting lost
in my hand. I let go of myself and reached up between his legs. I started
rubbing the space behind his balls vigorously while I beat him off. He
seemed to like it before and I didn't think I could go wrong going back to
the tried and true.

"Yeah," slipped out of him. "Like that. Oh, that's good. A little faster
now. Squeeze it hard."

His hips raised to help me. My fist went into his pubes and he moved his
hand. He was breathing hard and I could feel him pulse as I continued to
speed up my motion as though I was doing it to myself. Each time I would
stop to give it a good squeeze, our eyes would come together. Once when I
paused to squeeze, he yanked off his boxers, spreading his legs as wide
open as the table allowed. He looked at ease with his nudity.

The space behind his balls hardened as his hips continued to work on my
hand. I watched the view and memorized what I was seeing, touching,
smelling, and especially the way he looked. If this was the only time we
were to be together, I didn't want to forget a single detail.

"Faster now," he said. "You're doing good. Just a few more minutes."

I could feel its girth expanding in my fingers and the head thickened
visibly as the flesh darkened with excitement, growing as hard as the shaft
it crowned. The ridge around it became a barrier that no longer yielded to
the force of my hand colliding with it. Greg leaned on one elbow leaning
forward to watch my handiwork. I leaned forward so I was over his dick. Our
eyes were six inches a part and I could feel each breath bursting from his
wide open mouth. His breath was sweet and the muscles in his chest and arms
tightened as I pounded away. I no longer stopped to squeeze and he no
longer made that requested. We were eyeball to eyeball staring at one
another as he came closer and closer.

"Yoooooo!" Came a yell from on high.

"Fuck," Greg said, lying flat and holding his hands over his face. "It
can't be that late all ready."

"Who's that? Will he come down? Should I keep doing it?"

"It's my father. He'll come down if I don't go up. Get dressed."

I was still holding onto him when he pulled away from my hand, pivoting off
the table and moving into the shadows under the stairs and on the oposite
side form where his pants were. The light from the window showed me his
shoulder, part of his arm, and his ass. As I pulled on my pants, I
watched. I could see his arm moving rapidly. His hips were twitching and he
was leaning forward so his ass was round and spread slightly apart.

His arm continued at high speed and while I couldn't see what he was doing,
it didn't take long to figure it out. Then there was a loud grunt followed
by loud gushes of air as he stood straight up and his ass and legs seemed
to be flexing all the muscles possible as his body twitched and jerked. I
could hear his breathing as he leaned against the staircase with his right
arm, panting like a race horse.

"Toss me my pants. Man, I needed that. I'd have been hard all evening. Man,
you had me so close a couple of times."

"I did?"

"You know how, kid."

"Here," I said, waiting for him to turn so I could look at it.

His dick arched out in front of him as he moved. It had lost some of its
vitality, but not enough to make it look modest. Greg pulled down on it and
wiped the tip in his hand before he bent to pull up his jeans. I stood
barefoot and shirtless watching him. He sneered as he zipped and then
buttoned them.

"There's a door back in that corner. It's got a bolt lock. I'll lock it
back after you go. I got to go upstairs or he'll come looking for me."

"Sure," I said, sitting down to put on my socks.

"Don't take all day," he said.

"I won't," I said.

Greg started strutting toward the stairs.

"8p.m." he said.

"8p.m. what?"

"Friday night. Party will start about eight. You better get a pass to stay
out. My parents will say it's okay if you need. You can't go home if you
drink. That's the only rule at my parties."

"Okay," I said, surprised the offer was still open.

He hesitated just before his head went out of sight on the stairs, glancing
back at me about like he had that first day on the road to make sure I was
watching. I still was.

When the door closed I finished putting on my shoes and tossed my shirt
onto the corner of the table. I went to where Greg had stood under the
staircase. As I drew closer the smell of him and his sex was intense. There
were papers and magazines tied in bundles as well as big gobs of wet cum
that now sat in a few places and ran down in others. I reached out to touch
it and ran it through my fingers, putting it to my nose and inhaling the
most potent smell of him yet.

I unzipped my pants and scooped up more of his juices. As soon as I felt it
on myself, I was as intense as I'd ever been while jacking off. His cum was
like lightening in a bottle. The liquid shot out of me and passed over the
papers and magazines, colliding with the wall under the stairs. There were
two, three, and then four potent squirts before I had to grab on to
something for fear of falling. I pumped a little longer until all the
passion had left my dick. I gathered myself together so I could make my
exit.

I wiped my totally soft dick in my hand before using my shirt to wipe my
hand and then I put it on. I went to the back door to let myself out past
two disabled bicycles and an old skateboard that was minus a strut and two
wheels. They'd apparently been there for some time.

My journey home would be lost in space as I relived the event. Just
standing at the back of his house, I was marking it down as my first
noteworthy sexual experience. I thought of some things when I was just past
puberty, but that was indeed experimentation because if you removed the
excitement of the moment, you have a lesson in physiology that was masked
in a curiosity about my fellow man, or boys. There were no feelings that
went with it that lasted longer than the activity. Not any I could identify
or remember. There was no overwhelming need to know anything in particular,
just mechanics and boys doing what boys do.

There was no doubt that this was in a different league. I wasn't sure if it
would ever happen again with Greg, or why it happened once for that
matter. I thought he needed it a lot more than I did, but I also figured he
knew I would go for the idea. While it was the most intense and exciting
thing that had ever happened to me, that was because of what I felt for
him. It was a bad idea to let a sexual experience turn me into some toy boy
he could use for relief anytime there wasn't anyone else available. I
wasn't that far down the long lonesome highway that I was going to let
someone like him walk all over me. There had to be a way for me to get what
I wanted without letting him push me around.

Standing there listening for his voice or some sign of him, I thought about
him inviting me to the party. I remembered the near kiss. I remembered that
just before his father came, we were falling into the same posture as when
we almost kissed the first time. Some insanely bad timing had his brother
interrupting us the first time and then his father. How bogus was this? I
don't know it would have happened but I sure wouldn't have turned the idea
down if he came up with it.

In his voice I could hear the words, "Kiss me you fool."

That got me chuckling. What a dork I had become, and what else was I now
that another boy knew that I would? Well, I had an invitation to a party,
an all night party, and that meant anything might happen.

Greg was still a mystery. I knew he fooled around and he liked being the
center of attention. He was also dangerous as well as someone who made me
feel uncomfortable. He also drew me to him like no one else ever had. In
spite of all the things about him that told me to steer clear of him, I
knew I wouldn't steer clear of him for one good reason. I couldn't. I
wanted to be with Greg and I would wait for the next time. Having that
thought was scary and I wanted to argue with myself but first I had to get
home before my parents sent out a search party.

A bird in the hand is worth more than a bird in your pants.

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