Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2019 00:40:37 +0000
From: AP Webb <pjalexander1753@gmail.com>
Subject: D'n'M Part 1 Chapter 12

This story has been a long time in the making.  Part1 consists of 19
chapters, not all of which contain any sexual material.  Its main
characters are teenage boys.  The author has not been a teenage boy for a
long time and apologises if the dialogue is not always convincing.

All the characters and events in the story are fictitious.  Any resemblance
to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.

The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the
express permission of the author who can be contacted at
pjalexander1753@gmail.com


D'n'M Part 1

From Chapter 11:

Milo remembered what Zephan had said just a few minutes before.  "You said
something about payback.  If you're not going to hit me for looking at you
in the shower, what are you gonna do?"

"You saw what I was doing in there?"  Zephan's eyes demanded an answer.

"Ye..es," Milo responded.  It was as if it was being dragged out of him.
He had no wish to incriminate himself any more than he had to.

"So you could see I was rubbing one out?"

Milo looked unsure how to answer.

"Jerking off. Wanking. Beating my meat."

Although only one of those descriptions was familiar to Milo -- the first
one -- he definitely did know what Zephan had been doing.  After all, he
had been doing it himself for the past few months.

"Ye..es."

"So I was just about to cum when you walked in, but you ruined the moment
and now I've got a case of seriously blue balls.  You know what I mean?"

Although he really didn't, Milo quickly decided that the best course of
action was to go along with whatever his cousin -- his big, strong,
intimidating cousin -- seemed to expect.

When the expression on Milo's face made it clear that he didn't understand
what was being expected of him, Zephan decided to make his expectation more
visual.  With a small adjustment of his wrists he moved the waistband of
his basketball shorts to below his impressive balls.  Milo gasped.

"Crap!"

**********

Chapter 12.

Milo's mouth dropped open.  He had been blown away by the sight of Zephan
in the shower, but what he was looking at now was on a completely different
level.  Then he had only caught a glimpse of the tip of his cousin's dick,
but now he could see it in its entirety.  The first thing Milo noticed was
its thickness, more than two fingers wide and still only semi-chubbed.  It
was pointing straight down.  He couldn't guess at its length, other than it
was way longer than his own unimpressive three inches.  The head, wider
than the shaft, shiny and red, was half covered with skin.  Behind hung a
hairless ball sack containing two good sized balls.  Plum sized, Milo
estimated.

"Cool, eh?"  Milo nodded soundlessly.

"Like what you see?"  The nodding continued.

"It's gonna get even better."

And it did.  As Milo watched, still open-mouthed, still nodding, Zephan's
cock performed one of the wonders of the world.  Without being touched,
fondled or stroked it began to swell and rise.  In Milo's eyes it was like
magic and, before he knew it, Zephan's swollen and slightly curved dick was
pointing directly at him, visibly throbbing and beginning to drool.

Milo had no idea if the rise and rise of Zephan's dick took minutes or
seconds.  He was completely out of it.  When he thought about it afterwards
(which he did many, many times) it seemed like a Nifty story come to life.
Internet gay porn, too, was exciting, but none of those film clips --
amateur, air-brushed or factory-made -- came close to the reality of having
a real-life, throbbing, blue-veined and dripping dick within touching
distance.

And talking of touching, Milo's internal reverie was suddenly invaded by
the sound of Zephan's voice.

"Okay. You're gay and I'm horny, so here's the deal.  You jerk me off and
I'll forget all about you perving on me in the shower."

"What? No way!  You can jerk yourself off."

"I'm not asking."

Inwardly Milo was knotted up.  One part of him (a very significant part
that wasn't very good at thinking) was only too keen to do exactly what
Zephan wanted.  His other head (the one on his shoulders) knew that, if he
went along with what was being `asked' of him, all those questions and
doubts he'd been wrestling with for months would be finally and irrevocably
answered and he really wasn't sure he was truly ready to face up to the
reality of being .. gay.  And he definitely wasn't ready to drop that
bombshell onto the, hitherto, unblemished landscape of his friendship with
D.

"Jerk yourself off. I'm going to get something to eat."  Milo tried edging
around Zephan who stood, rooted like a statue of a Greek god, blocking his
way out.  The statue moved (every part of it, Milo noticed) so the way was
still blocked.

"Look.  I don't care if you're as gay as bus load of fairies.  There's a
couple of guys on the team who are that way too, and no-one gives a flying
fuck.  I need to get off and you're gonna help me."

"I don't think so."  Where Milo was getting the courage to stand up to the
increasingly menacing presence of his older cousin, he had no idea.  He
just knew that he really wasn't ready to face all the implications of
admitting, if only to himself (and Zephan, of course) that he was, as the
older boy had so eloquently put it, "as gay as a bus load of fairies."

"Like I said, it doesn't bother me at all, but your bat-crazy mother?
That's another story."

Milo froze.  No.  Not his mother.  That wasn't possible.

"You wouldn't," he shrieked.

"I wouldn't mean to, but you never know what might just `slip out' in the
course of conversation."

If the logical part of Milo's mind had been functioning at that moment he
would have realised that, as far as he could remember, his cousin went out
of his way to not even be in the same room as his aunt, let alone
voluntarily engage her in conversation.  But that half of Milo's mind was,
like the rest of him, suddenly frozen.  His mother finding out about him?
Crap, no!  That must never happen, at least not until he was eighteen and
safely on the other side of the country, or maybe even the planet.  All
resistance crumbled.

"What do I have to do?"

Zephan's face lit up.  "Good choice.  I knew you'd see sense."  In seconds
the basketball shorts were pooled on the carpet and the still-throbbing,
still-dripping dick was just inches from Milo's hand.

"You're gonna love it cuz, almost as much as I am.  Ready for a trip to
gayboy heaven?  Touch it.  We both know you want to."

Milo heard the command as if it was finding its way through a thick fog.
He moved on auto pilot, his conscious brain still fighting off the horrific
prospect of his mother finding out about him.  His hand reached out and
made contact with the low-hanging ball sack.

"You can come back to those later.  Right now my cock needs maximum
attention."

Milo's hand moved away from the ball sack and touched the base of Zephan's
dick, right where it was anchored to his body.  Perhaps it was the feel of
the neat but wiry hair against his fingers, or maybe it was the tremendous
heat that was radiating from the swollen flesh, maybe it was neither, but
something suddenly brought Milo's brain out of the fog and into the bright
light of realisation that he was actually, really and truly, handling
another boy's dick.  It was amazing.  The skin was smooth and soft but the
hardness underneath was like steel.  Milo sank to his knees so that his
eyes were on a level with his cousin's fantastic boyhood.  He was aware
that, if this were a Nifty story or a porn video, it would be at this point
that he would be unable to resist the lure of the dripping dick-head and
he'd put out his tongue to lick it.  But this wasn't a story or a video and
Milo knew that his emotions were struggling to keep up with events and he
wasn't yet ready to move things on so fast.  Touching was enough.  For now.

Zephan let out a sigh of contented relief.

"Yesss.  That's it.  Now put your hand around it."

Milo did as he was told and lightly gripped the rigid tube with his right
hand.  So this was it, he was really doing it.  He was holding someone
else's dick.  It was as if a thousand volts of electricity were coursing
through his blood stream, bringing every fibre of his being to life.
Slowly he began to slide his hand up and down, up and down, greatly aided
by the near-constant flow of pre-cum that was oozing from the tip.  The
experience of stroking his older cousin's dick was a revelation to Milo.
It was unbelievably hard yet silky soft and smooth at the same time.  As
the speed of his stroking increased it started to twitch and throb.  It was
almost like it had a separate life of its own.

Milo's brain was spinning with sensual overload.  He had no idea that
jerking someone else's dick could make him feel so good.  He was dimly
aware of his own dick twitching and throbbing inside his boxers but he
didn't dare touch it.  He instinctively knew that if he did he'd explode
like a roman candle and he wasn't ready for that to happen.  At least, not
yet.

Just as Milo's rubbing was about to move up a gear he felt Zephan put a
hand on his own to bring the action to an unexpected stop.  Milo didn't
think he had ever been so disappointed.  He so desperately wanted to carry
on being Zephan's jerk-off companion.

"Let's move this to the bed so we can both be more comfortable."

Comfort was the last of Milo's priorities but he sat back on his heels as
the Greek god turned away and made its way to the bed where it lay down on
its back with its feet on the floor, its thighs parted and its hands folded
behind its head.  Its dick stood upright, poised like a sprinter and
twitching slightly.  The smooth ball sack hung over the edge of the
mattress.  With the benefit of a few feet of distance, Milo could see that
this magnificent piece of flesh must have been at least seven, if not seven
and a half, inches long and about two inches across.  Oh wow!

"Okay, back to it.  You're doing a great job.  I'm nearly there."

Milo didn't need to be told twice.  Still on his knees he shuffled over to
his cousin and took up a position between the open thighs.  Before taking
proper hold of the dick he gently smeared more of the dribbling pre-cum up
and down its length, adding a layer of glistening lubrication.  Milo
resumed the rubbing, firmer and faster than before.  Within minutes he
heard a rising crescendo of sounds, first whimpering, then moaning and
finally groaning.  If he hadn't known better, he would have thought that
the god was in distress.  Milo could scarcely believe that this was the
effect he could have, just by using his hand and that he had the power to
reduce this tall, muscled, jock-boy intimidator to a state of complete
submission.  Oh wow!

As the sounds grew louder and Milo's attention returned to the job in hand
(literally), he became aware of things coming to a head (also literally).
First Zephan's dick became even harder and wider.  Next the glans (he had
paid very close attention during Sex Ed class) turned from crimson red to
royal purple, and thirdly the ball sack suddenly shrivelled as if it had
been plunged into cold water.  Zephan let out one last, strangled gasp, as
one, two, three plumes of off-white cream spurted upwards.  They didn't
travel far (no fictional splattering on the bedroom wall), but pooled in
the hollow of the boy's innie tummy button.  If Milo had been in a position
to think clearly at this moment he would have been impressed with the
amount of cum that had been produced, way more than he had ever managed.
But he couldn't think.  He could barely breathe.  His thoughts, his
feelings, every minute part of him, was in the grip of the closest he would
ever come to an out-of-body experience.

"Wow."  That was the most he could muster.

"Wow," echoed Zephan.  "Pretty good, cuz.  Consider the debt paid in full.
And if you ever want seconds just let me know."

Despite all the stress and fear it had caused him, Milo was now
ridiculously grateful that he had been unable to tear his eyes away from
the sight of his naked cousin in the shower.  Without it he would not have
had the most mind-blowing, high-making and life-changing experience of his
thirteen years.  Deep down he knew that the last half hour had changed him
in ways that only time would reveal.  For now, though, all he wanted to do
was re-run the mental video of those incredible thirty minutes over and
over again.

Zephan's drowsy voice interrupted Milo's thoughts.  "Hand me those shorts
so I can clean up.  Then I'm just gonna roll over and go to sleep.  And it
looks as if you need to go to the bathroom to give yourself a hand.  You
certainly earned it."

Zephan had raised his head from the bed and was looking directly at the
younger boy's still tented boxers.  Milo looked down and was more than
surprised to discover that he was still as hard as a rock.  Just how long
had it been?  Long enough for him to know that he really needed to get off.
He scrambled to his feet and started towards the bathroom, picking up the
discarded shorts and throwing them at his cousin on the way.

Inside the bathroom, with his back to the door, his boxers around his
ankles and his hand wrapped round his dick, it took precisely fifteen
seconds for Milo to cum.  Where Zephan had spurted, Milo dribbled.  Where
Zephan's cum had gathered in his tummy button, Milo's slid down his
fingers. Where Zephan would, without doubt, already be asleep, Milo knew
he'd be awake for hours, reliving the amazing events of the evening.  He
also suspected that he'd be jerking off again before being able to get to
sleep himself. He wasn't wrong.

**********

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