Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2018 20:44:13 +0000 From: Jim B Subject: Re: Moving in with my New Family-Chapter 3 Note: This story contains sexual encounters between family members including adult-youth situations. For those who are uninterested in themes involving incest and intergenerational relationships, please do not read any further. Moving in with my New Family Chapter 3: The Day After The next morning after Paul visited my room was a little awkward. We had just spent all day together the day before moving our stuff into our house, having dinner, then coming home and somehow ended-up jerking each other off. Based on Paul's hasty departure, I wasn't sure whether it was something that we weren't talking about or that might be repeated. I certainly enjoyed it, but how was I supposed to say that to him if he wanted to pretend it didn't happen? Maybe more importantly, if things got weird between us I'd have both twins treating me like I wasn't there. I came downstairs to find most everyone in the kitchen already having breakfast. I wasn't used to having a "real" breakfast on school days, so this was a treat. Mom explained that she needed to take the morning off of work in order to register me at the new school. "Oh yeah...forgot about that", I said somewhat under my breath. Starting at the new school wasn't something that I was particularly interested in dealing with. But, sometimes you don't get to choose where life takes you. "It's not the worst thing in the world. It might be a different school, but it's not like we moved to a third world country!" Mom joked. "Besides, you have both Jerry and Paul to help you get used to things." At that, one of the twins, Jerry I assumed, looked up from his breakfast at me and almost immediately put his head back down. Paul was the one who actually spoke to me. "Sure, that's not a problem. Hey, come find me at lunch time. I'm usually hanging out with a few people at the bench over by the gym. We'll get lunch and hang out." I told him thanks in return. It was pretty much all I could manage at the moment. The twins made their way to school in whatever their usual way was, I assumed that they walked. Mom decided to take me in the car alone, I guess to have a little "mother-son" time. We made small talk, but it did make me feel better as we approached the new building. A bit later, after a mound of paperwork, I was finally in possession of my schedule. Mom took off for work and I was on my own. I was able to get one of the staff to point me in the right direction to my first class, English. I made my way through the first four classes of the day before lunch hit. I wandered around outside for a bit before finding Paul at the gym. Paul noticed me and smiled. "Hey bud, come on over and I'll introduce you." Hmm..."Bud" yet another nickname from the new family. I wondered what the next one might be. "Everyone, this is my new brother, Jim", Paul began, "he just moved in with us over the weekend. My dad and his mom are getting married in a few weeks. Jim, this is Steven, Bryan, and Robbie", Paul told me as he pointed to each one in turn. "It's nice to meet you. But go ahead and call me Jamie.", I said to the group. "Oops, sorry." Paul apologized. "Your mom introduced you as Jim and that's what I've been calling you ever since." He was a little red-faced. "It's ok. My mom always calls me that. When I got a little older, it went from Jimmy to Jim. She never really caught on when I moved on to Jamie." I was struck by how good-looking all of Paul's friends were. Especially Bryan. Bryan was wearing a tight pair of blue Levi's with a generous bulge pushing against the button fly. They seemed a little faded in that area as if he regularly rubbed at his crotch through the denim. He had short, dark hair. So brown it was almost black and the most striking blue eyes. For a high school student, he looked relatively old. He was already wearing a little bit of scruff that clearly indicated he could grow full facial hair if he wanted. Bryan yawned and stretched which lifted the t-shirt he was wearing up just enough for me to see the trail of hair leading from his navel and disappearing at the waist of his jeans. I was snapped out of my trance when Paul turned and started talking to me. "Let's go grab lunch and find a place to sit." He said bye to his friends, and I let them know that I was glad to meet them. I spent just a second longer looking at Bryan while departing. Paul and I bought our lunches and found a shady spot on the grass to hang out by ourselves and eat. "Hey Paul, can I ask you something?" I inquired. "Sure, anything." "How did you know that I'd be ok with, well, with what happened last night?" "You mean when I came into your room? Jesus Jamie, you'd been sporting wood all fucking day. I was pretty sure that any chance you had to unload you were gonna take it." Paul was being pretty blunt. I guess that answered my question about whether we were talking about it. "Oh. I didn't realize it was that obvious." "I wasn't sure at first. I mean, bulging up before lunch time didn't seem like a big deal. It happens to all of us. But by the time you started staring at my dick and followed that hot marine into the bathroom, I had a pretty good idea of what was up. Once I was in your room though, it was a no-brainer when you let me sit so close to you and put my head on your shoulders." "Wow, that's pretty sneaky of you. I don't think I'd be able to plan something like that." I said in a complimentary way. "So, um...have you done that a lot? I mean, mess around with other guys?" "A few times. Mostly it's just a passing thing with guys on the team. We sometimes get riled up and need to let it out afterward. You told me you'd never had someone else's cock in your hand. Was that you first time doing anything or just with another guy?" I hesitated for a moment. "It was my first time with anyone." "Cool, that's our 'special bond' now with me being your first time." Paul smiled. "Alright, lunch time is almost over and I have to get all the way across campus for my next class. I'll see you after school. I'll come find you." "Ok. Thanks for the talk by the way, it helped me feel better. I was a little worried it would make things weird between us." He just smiled back as he walked away. I went searching for my next class. It was my French class, one of two electives that I was taking this year. My change in schools had me worried about whether the classes would be in different places, but so far most seemed to be on the same track as my old school. The teacher directed me to a seat toward the back by the door. Seat location has never been an issue for me. I was always a good student so it wasn't a problem for anyone. "Hey Jamie, fancy meeting you here." Bryan had just slid into the chair next to me. "I didn't know you were in this class, that's cool." It was like something out of a dream. "Uh, yeah. Really cool." Again, it was all I could manage. I realized someday I'd need to get better at speaking when this shit happens. "And you get to sit next to me." What the hell did I say? What was that even supposed to mean? Luckily, Bryan didn't make fun of me for saying stupid shit. "Yep, at least you have a friendly face in class." My suspicion about the worn spot in Bryan's jeans was confirmed during the hour of French. Every so often, he would reach down and rub him thumb across the bulge in his pants. Through the class, I noticed the bulge change size several times growing even bigger and then retreating back to its normal size. I'm not even sure he recognized that he was doing it. It almost seemed like some kind of habit rather than something intentional. Of course, my cock had become hard as a rock after only a moment or two of watching him stroke the round lump beneath the denim. I had to figure out a way to control it before the end of class or I was going to embarrass the hell out of myself. I kept shifting in my seat, alternating between sitting up straight and sinking down into it. I was hoping that some position would at least hide the solid dick in my shorts if not help it to go away. By the time the bell rang, I had been able to pay enough attention to the teacher that I lost my erection. My next class, the last class of the day, was PE. I knew where the gym was after meeting Paul and his friends at lunch time, so it was the easiest trip between classes that I'd had all day. I wasn't sure what the etiquette at this school was for changing clothes for PE. I played it safe by just changing out of my shorts into a pair of cotton gym shorts, leaving the underwear I had on. At my old school, I would usually change into a different pair of underwear made specifically for sports. I walked out of the locker room, into the gym where we were lining up for physical fitness testing. Once inside, I saw a familiar face. Again. "Dude, two classes in a row, nice!" Bryan said smiling at me and clapping me on the shoulder. "Hey, why are you in PE, most seniors don't need to take it?" Bryan continued smiling, "Well, sometimes you really love a class and just can't give it up. Or other times you're a freshman and didn't do very well in it and have to repeat it. I'll let you guess where I fall on that." I was trying to pay attention to the PE teacher as he gave instructions, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bryan's constant tugging at his dick. I tried really hard not to be obvious in checking out his body. He had changed into a tank top that was cut pretty low in the armpits making parts of his tight pecs visible from the side. I wanted to reach over and grab hold of his chest just to feel how hard it was. Bryan kept tugging at his dick and occasionally rearranging his balls. How could he just spend all of his time feeling himself? Didn't anyone else notice? It somewhat impressed me that with all of the time spent playing with himself, he never got fully hard. Sure, he'd get semi-hard for a few moments, then his giant cock would settle back down. The testing wasn't that difficult and resulted in a lot of just standing around. Most of the time when I wasn't active, I was just staring at Bryan as he completely nailed all of the tests. He seemed to be showing off a bit with how easy all of the tasks were for him. I didn't mind. Especially watching his flaccid, yet huge, cock bouncing around as he completed the exercises. Class was over and we headed to the locker room. I was hoping to get a good look at Bryan while he changed back into street clothes. Being that sweaty, I might get lucky and see him hit the showers. Because PE was the last class of the day, we were allowed to take our time changing and then leave for home. "Hey, I need to head home, so I'll see you tomorrow." Bryan announced. "Sure, it was good meeting you today." So it looked like it wasn't meant to be to see Bryan in all of his glory. I figured maybe the next day I'd be able to get there a little earlier and see him change into his gym clothes. I'd told Paul where I'd be, so he met me outside of the locker room. "Well, you survived your first day, congratulations." Paul laughed a little. "We can walk home together. If you want to, that is. I don't want to force you to spend all of your time with me." "I like it. I mean, someday I might have friends at this school and who knows...", I teased. "I have a really strange question to ask you." "Anything, shoot." Paul replied. "How do people tell you and Jerry apart? Your dad obviously has figured it out, my mom has too. I can't tell unless I know what clothes you're wearing!" Jerry laughed. "Dude, we get asked that question all...the...time." He clapped his hand on my shoulder. "It used to be that I didn't have a very good answer for that. Then, our freshman year in high school, I got this." He pointed to his forehead, right below his hairline. There was a relatively small scar. Once he pointed it out, I couldn't figure out how I'd missed that. "I wasn't paying much attention while I was on a skateboard, got knocked off, and fell into a parked car. Split it open. There was so much blood." "Damn, that must've hurt. But, I'm glad it gave me a 'landmark' of sorts to tell you guys from one another." We continued to shoot the shit on the way back home. I was feeling really comfortable around Paul and assumed that this was what it felt like to have an older brother. At least the way I'd seen it in the movies and TV. Except for the jerking off part. I hadn't seen too much of that on television. Back at the house we walked in and Paul called out "Hello, we're home." There was no answer. "Hmm...I could have sworn that Jerry was coming home after school. I guess he had to work today." "I didn't know that Jerry had a job." I was kind of surprised what with his active involvement in sports. "Yeah, he just got it a month or so ago. He works down at the gym we go to. He hands out towels and cleans up or whatever." Paul said dismissively. I realized that even after changing clothes after PE, I was a little sweaty and sticky from the exercising. "Hey, I'm going to head upstairs and take a quick shower. I didn't think to do it at the locker room." "Well, I'm going to do nothing except grab something to eat and start playing on the Xbox." I made my way upstairs to my room. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear and just left them on the floor. My shirt didn't come off until I was at the bathroom door where I made a feeble attempt and tossing it into the laundry hamper. Then I just left it sitting on the floor too. I turned on the water to let it warm up just a little. While I was waiting, I started to reflect on the day. It had seemed like such a long day compared with other days at school. At least it been interesting meeting new people. Meeting Bryan. At that thought, my cock began swelling. It was unusual for me to go this long without rubbing one out. Normally at this time, I would have at least jacked-off in the morning before school. Maybe even in the bathroom at school. I reached down and grabbed my fully hard dick. I started jerking with a slow stroke. I put my middle finger into my mouth and pulled it out wet with spit and began playing with my nipple. Pinching it. Rubbing my wet finger gently over it. This just made the meat in my hand throb even more. I pulled back my foreskin just a bit and started massaging my head with my thumb while keeping pressure underneath with the rest of my hand. My jacking got a bit faster. I finally stopped teasing my nipple and swapped hands pleasuring myself. I spit directly onto the shaft of my engorged cock. At this point, I was fully on my way to orgasm when Paul walked into the bathroom right in front of me. I barely had time to notice that he was there before he dropped to his knees and batted my hand away. Without a word Paul took my cock into his mouth. Oh God, this felt better than anything I'd ever done before. Somehow, I assumed that a blowjob would feel pretty much like masturbating. I threw my head back as the warmth of Paul's mouth engulfed my entire dick. His face was hitting my pubic bone over and over again. Every so often, he just held the position with his face firmly planted into my pubic hair, then came up for air. He continued bobbing while his hand glided up and down the shaft alternately following then leading his mouth. I felt something different and saw that Paul was gently twisting his hand while moving up and down tugging just a bit and making me feel amazing. We were at the point of no return. I could feel the wave start building. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." I said in a soft, but slightly horse voice. "I'm about to cum.", I warned. Paul just kept attacking my cock with his mouth, moaning and slurping. Then it happened. It felt like an explosion that started deep in my balls. I felt my shaft pulse as each shot poured out of my body. Paul just knelt there taking it all in. After the first three shots, I heard Paul gulp and looked down to see him swallowing my seed. The next few shots jetted out and Paul gulped then made a bit of a gagging noise before he pulled off of me. The last of my cum spilled onto the floor while he slowly stroked my softening member. Paul drew in a deep breath and blew it out again. "Holy fuck, that was a thick load mister." "Um, sorry?" I wasn't sure what the appropriate response was to a comment like that. "I tried to warn you that I was about to finish so you could move off of it." "I guess it wasn't clear. I wanted you to cum in my mouth and make me swallow it all along. I'm just glad I walked in when I did or you would have finished without me." "So, I guess you want me to take care of you now?" I asked somewhat cautiously. "Nah, you do what you're ready for. I've been at this a little longer than you have." "Ok, thanks. It was just yesterday that I jerked someone off for the first time, I don't think I'm quite ready for anything in my mouth yet." I stepped back just a bit. Without saying anything else, but with a smile on his face, Paul walked back into his bedroom and let me continue my shower. I never asked why he was coming into the bathroom in the first place. But it didn't matter. I'd been blown for the first time and the emotional high from that stayed with me the rest of the day.