Date: Sat, 28 May 2011 18:38:43 GMT From: "user459@netzero.com" Subject: Blind Brian 12 I slept well that night, even with the anticipation of what might happen today. I was up and out before my mother went to work and just said good morning as we passed in the hallway. I had showered and paid attention to every detail of my body. I was scrubbed squeaky clean in all the important places. I also packed a small backpack with some things I thought we might need. I had Lisa's dildo, some lube, a small digital camera, and even a few condoms I had squirreled away. I wanted to be ready for whatever transpired. I got to Brian's house before his mom left and she again left me a list of duties and responsibilities. There was nothing too heavy on her agenda. "I hear that Shelly and Tina might come by," she said. I tried not to look shocked that she knew. I figured Brian must have spilled the beans. It was a good thing; might as well have it out in the open. "Yeah, we thought we might hang out and then walk to the park together," I responded nonchalantly. "Just keep an eye on those two and don't leave them alone together for too long," she warned. "I've seen how flustered Brian gets when Tina's around, if you know what I mean." "We'll keep the well under control," I assured her. "I know I don't have to worry with you and Shelly on the job," she said. "I probably won't be home until around 6:00 tonight, if that's OK with you. I have to stay for a meeting." "No problem, I'm free as a bird," I said. She bustled around getting her things together and was at the door in no time. "Brian's will up in his room sleeping," she said with one hand on the door knob, "Feel free to wake his lazy butt up any time. See you tonight. Oh, there's an envelope on the counter with your pay and a little extra to cover lunch for the crowd." "Thanks," I said as she went out the door. I made sure the door was locked and waited until she backed out of the driveway. I went up to Brian's room and quietly opened the door. He was spread-eagled on top of the covers with his hand down the front of his pajamas. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and steady. He must have dressed himself for bed last night because he had put on different tops and bottoms. I went closer to the bed and I could see through the fly of his pajamas as it gaped open. He had a death grip on his dick and the hard head of it was straining against the fabric. I pulled the camera out of the backpack and took several pictures of his splayed out body and zoomed in on the action in his pajama bottoms. I saw his hand move slightly on his dick and then he pulled his hand out of his pajamas and stretched and stirred. He yawned and sat half up in the bed. "Is that you, Mike?" he asked. "How did you know I was here?" I asked in wonder. "I have my ways," he said. "Were you taking pictures?" "Yes, I took a couple of you sleeping," I admitted. "You're just so darned cute! How did you know?" "Your camera makes a little shutter sound when it goes off," he said. "It's not fair, you know; taking pictures that a blind kid can never see." "If you're nice, maybe I'll describe them in detail for you, would that help?" I offered. He seemed satisfied with that answer and swung his feet over the side of the bed. When he stood, I could see his morning wood tenting out his PJ's. I wanted to grab it, but I knew he had urgent business to take care of. "I gotta go," he said. He headed for the bathroom and I followed. "Do you want to shower or have breakfast first?" I asked. "I don't know, what do you think I should do?" he asked. I saw him bump the front of the toilet with his leg to be sure of its position and then he pointed his woody at the bowl. After a few seconds, the stream started and I marveled as his little dick deflated. "I think you need to take a good thorough shower to be ready for our company today," I suggested. "We don't want any stinky places left." "Oh yeah!" he said. "Can you help and make sure I get everything?" He stripped his PJ's off while I started the water running in the shower. He stepped in when it was warm and I handed him the wash cloth. "Just wet it and I'll squirt the shower gel on it," I directed. He held the wet cloth out and I gave him enough gel to get started. He diligently washed all the parts he could get to and handed the washcloth back to me. "Can you do my back?" he asked. He presented his back to me and I scrubbed from shoulder to his but crack. "Go lower." I skipped over his round little butt and washed down his legs. "Go higher." I washed back up his legs and once again skipped over his bubble butt. "Aw, come on, Mike, do my butt, would you?" "OK, but I don't want you to go getting all excited before our company comes," I warned. I lathered up his buns and washed them good before I delved into the crack between them. I ran the cloth in the crease and over puckered little anus. Then I put the cloth down and used my bare hand to seek out his hole. I had put some shower gel on my finger and worked it up into his rear. He squirmed but spread his feet apart to give me better access. I worked my finger around a bit to clean the passageway. "Wait, wait!" he said urgently. "I think I have to poop!" He just about lunged out of the shower and found his way to the toilet. The next thing I heard was a loud fart followed by a splash and the undeniable scent of a fresh boy turd. The most amazing thing was that I found myself getting really hard! "Feel better now? Want to finish your shower?" "Yeah, just a minute," he said. I watched as he pulled toilet paper off the roll and reached around to wipe himself. After he wiped, he brought the paper back around and gave it a sniff! I was about to ask what the hell he was doing, but then I remembered that he couldn't look at the paper and tell when he was clean. He smelled it to see when he was done. He flushed and felt his way back to the shower, bumping into me on the way. I grabbed the washcloth and thoroughly cleaned his recently soiled ass. "Can you clean up inside again?" he asked timidly. I didn't answer, but got a glob of gel on my middle finger and slid it up into his opening. He moaned a bit and I put another finger in, turning them around and around to make sure he as clean as a whistle. I pulled them out and he visibly sank back on his heels. "How was that?" I asked. "I wish you didn't have to stop," he said. "I told, you. We'll have our day soon enough," I said. "Let's just get this girl business out of the way first. OK? Remember, you wanted to learn about it." Brain dried off and dressed. I picked out his shorts and shirt so they would match. He looked very nice. He purposely didn't wear underwear and his loose soccer shorts concealed him well. I thought of taking mine off, but just let it be as it is. I hurried him along and got his breakfast for him. He was very quiet as he ate, which was very unusual for him. "Something wrong, little bro?" I asked. I got up and stood next to him at the table. "I don't know," he said. "Sometimes I just wonder why I'm blind. I mean, I would love to see you and Tina and Shelly, but it's so fucking impossible." I heard his voice quiver and saw tears form in his eyes. This was not like him. He always had a positive, in your face, kind of attitude that, I suspect, was a cover up for his feelings of insecurity. "Hello," I said, tapping on his head with my knuckles, "Is Brian home? Where's the boy I know that has special powers beyond mere mortals? You can do things I never even dreamed of doing and all of them without your sight. You're quite a special guy, do you know that?" "It's just so hard," he said, "knowing everybody can see me but I can't see them. I'm always afraid I'm going to make a fool out of myself." "That's why I'm here and why I'm your friend," I said. "I won't let you embarrass yourself. Stick with me, kid, I won't let you down." "I know you won't, Mike," he said, sniffling. "That's why I love you." His arms went around my waist and he hugged me hard. I tousled his hair and held his head to me. "I love you too, bro," I said. He sat back and used his napkin to blow his nose and wipe his eyes. He tried to regain his composure. "You know," he said, "I like it when you call me `bro', it makes me feel like I'm related to you." "Well, `BRO', you better get your shit together, because it's almost 9:00 o'clock and the girls will be here any minute." I cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I looked around and picked up a little. Brian went into the family room and put some music on. "Hey Mike!" he yelled. I went to see what he wanted. "Thanks for that," he said. "I needed to be straightened out. Can you help me out with one other thing?" "Sure, what is it?" I answered. "I think I forgot how to kiss," he said. "Can you give me a refresher course?" I didn't answer him, but swept him into my arms and planted an open mouthed kiss on him. He responded like a thirsty man in the desert. Before long, we were making out heavy and I could feel his hard cock banging into my leg. I pushed him away gently. "You passed the course," I said, "but I don't want you to get too excited too soon." I patted his erection. "You better sit down and think of something to get that thing to go down." "OK," he said. "I'll think of my smelly piano teacher. That should do it!" We both laughed.