Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2021 17:42:16 +0000 From: AP Webb Subject: D'n'M Part 4 Chapter 2 All the characters and events in this 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 PJ D'n'M Part 4 From Chapter 1: Dan's torso collapsed until he was sitting on his heels, his breath coming in desperate gasps and his eyes mesmerised by the sight of the brand new Number Two jock acting like a cum sieve. Shit! How was he going to get that past his mum and into the laundry? How, indeed, was he going to explain such an outrageous item of clothing to her at all? Maybe it needed to stay a father/son secret. As the old adage says, What the eye can't see, the inquisitive mother can't be asking questions about. It must be time for breakfast. ********** Chapter 2: After a night spent getting pleasurably reacquainted with Bekha (a girl he'd first hooked-up with during a pretty wild high school party when they were both seventeen), then creeping home in the early hours and sleeping in late, then waking with a raging thirst and a banging head, Tom wasn't even remotely prepared for the sight that greeted him as he opened the door to Dan's bedroom and walked in without first knocking. His near-naked kid brother was lying sprawled on his back on the floor, his legs bent under him, eyes closed and gasping for breath. In the few seconds that elapsed before those eyes flew open and a stream of barracks-worthy abuse poured out of Dan's mouth ordering him out of the room, Tom was able to take in the fact of the heaving chest and the cum-soaked, bright blue, PUMP! jock-strap. Without saying a word in response to the flow of invective that was rapidly colouring the air blue, Tom quickly retreated and closed the door behind him. And just in time because his mum, towels wrapped around her head and body and with a concerned expression on her face, appeared at that exact moment, drawn by the sudden and unexpected commotion. She looked at Tom with a questioning expression on her face. "You don't wanna know," Tom assured his mum, hoping to pass off the disruption as being nothing of interest, but she ignored him and continued to move towards Dan's door. "Honestly mum, D really wouldn't appreciate you going in there just now," Tom continued, with a note of greater desperation in his voice. D would never live it down (or forgive him) if their mum were to walk in on him in his current state. "If you know what I mean," he added meaningfully. A knowing half-smile appeared on Helen's face. "Ah, so he's opened his special present. I hope he likes it," she said. "Er, well he looked very satisfied to me." Tom realised that his reply had at least two meanings and he inwardly smiled, but then the penny dropped and he worked out the significance of the jock-strap. If it was his dad's special present to D and mum knew about it, then did that mean she knew what his special present had been when he, himself, turned sixteen? Shit! Not cool. "Okay, well, let him know that breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes -- time enough for him to shower and get properly dressed." Her smile widened and she walked back to the parental bedroom. Oh yes, she definitely knew. D was gonna be mortified. Tom turned and put his ear to Dan's door. Inside the room he could hear his brother moving around so decided to risk going back in. He opened the door and peered around it. Dan was at his dresser, back turned and still naked apart from the PUMP! jock. Tom couldn't help noticing that D's butt looked very fine, framed by the waistband and butt straps. Nice! "Okay to come in?" Dan spun around as if he'd been spooked, which he had. The expression on his face did not bode well as he opened his mouth to fire off another round of expletives, but stopped when he saw Tom's crow's nest hair and dark-ringed eyes. "You look like shit!" "And you look like a discarded rent boy!" They both burst out laughing. Tom moved across the room, his arms open wide, intending to give his brother a birthday hug, but quickly dropped them back to his sides when he glanced down and saw the still-cummy state of the jock. Dan's eyes followed. "Oh man, it was an awesome cum." "So I see. That jock has well and truly been put through its paces." They laughed again. "I managed to stop mum from walking in here. She heard your polite words of greeting and wanted to know what was going on. I'm not sure either of you would have survived the experience if she'd walked in and saw what I did." "Shiiit! Thanks Tom. That would have been beyond embarrassing. You really are a life-saver." "But I think she knows." "What!! You're kidding me. She knows that I was ...?" "Well, I'm not sure about the jerking-off but I'm pretty sure she knows about the present." "But how? Dad said it was just from him -- a special father-to-son gift." "Yeah, but there's not much she doesn't find out one way or another. You should know that by now." "Shiit!" Dan's face was a mixed picture of horror and confusion. If his mum knew about the sexy Number Two jock, then it was a no-brainer that she'd work out exactly the effect it had had on his impressionable teenage junk. Shit! He'd never be able to look her in the face again. Shit! "If you think that's bad ...," Tom interrupted Dan's anguished thought process. "It's not just bad, it's a fucking disaster. If she's worked out that I was jerking-off, then ..." "If you think that's bad," Tom repeated, ignoring D's whine, "It's way worse for me." "Huh?" Dan found it completely impossible to believe that anything could be worse than your mum knowing you've been jerking-off wearing a sexy new jock-strap. And not just jerking-off wearing it, but cumming through it. Aaaaagh!! "If she knows about your special sixteenth birthday present from dad then chances are she knows about mine," continued Tom. "So?" "So what he gave me was way more embarrassing." "Not possible." Dan refused to believe anything could top a sexy jock and teenage cum. "How about a year's supply of lube and a giant box of condoms!" "No?!" "Oh yes. Dad knew that I had worked my way through all the bases by the time I was sixteen." "Fuuck! That is bad." Dan looked Tom straight in the eye and couldn't stop himself breaking into a wide grin. "Tell me about it." Tom looked straight back and his face mirrored D's. Seconds later the brothers collapsed on the floor in a heap of uncontrolled laughter. Eventually they were able to get their breathing back to something like normal and rolled onto their backs, still giggling. "Looks like dad played a blinder," gasped Tom. "Yeah, twice," replied Dan as his breath settled some more. "You've gotta hand it to him, The Old Man still has some tricks left to play." "And mum, she's pretty sharp too. Oh, and talking of mum, she said breakfast in twenty minutes, and that was at least ten minutes ago, so you need to get yourself in the shower and wash off the smell of cum and go downstairs and go back to pretending to be the sweet little Number Two son who's never even heard of jerking-off or cum." Dan levered himself up onto his knees and looked down, once again, at the cummy jock. "But what am I gonna do with this? I can't just put it in the laundry for mum to find. I'd rather die." Dan's face was already flushing with the very thought. "Serves you right for still letting mum do your washing for you. It's way time you started doing it for yourself." "Yeah, but if I suddenly tell her I'm gonna do that it'll confirm her suspicions and I might just as well announce that I've been jerking-off every chance I get." "As if she doesn't already know." Tom was grinning again. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" "What about M?" "Huh?" "He does his own laundry. Ask him to put exhibit A in with his stuff and mum will be none the wiser. Problem solved. And besides, I bet he'd love to get his hands on your cum-soaked jock. It'd be a gay-boy's jerk-off fantasy cum true" "Hey, that's mean. M's not like that." Dan was very firm in defence of his best friend. "Don't you believe it. The gay-boy lusting after his straight bestie? It's a classic. Anyway, you two spent years jerking-off together so don't pretend the thought has never crossed your mind." Dan knew where Tom was coming from, but he also thought back to the night he had jerked M off, in this very room. M hadn't taken advantage that time when the opportunity was there on a plate, almost begging to be grabbed in both hands -- literally. No, Dan refused to believe that M harboured any sexual thoughts about him, so maybe the idea of asking him to wash the jock wasn't such a bad one. It would certainly solve the `mum' problem. Fifteen minutes later, sparkly clean and sweet-smelling, Dan appeared in the kitchen to be greeted by both parents and Tom (hair brushed, teeth cleaned, boxers respectable), along with two large piles, one of pancakes, the other of presents and cards. Dan made a bee-line straight for the food. "Now I know you're not a little kid anymore," said his surprised mother, "Presents have never come second to food before." "The presents aren't going anywhere," mumbled Dan through a mouthful of blueberry pancake, "but if I don't get a share of this food now," he continued, waving at his dad and brother, "it's gonna disappear into those two gluttons." "Too right," agreed Tom, piling his plate high and slurping orange juice. It took around twenty minutes for hungers to be satisfied and the breakfast detritus to be cleared away, making space for the opening of cards and unwrapping of presents. Near the end of a succession of sports cars, surfer dudes and computer graphics was a card from Tom picturing a bikini-clad model. "Open the flap," commanded Tom. The top half of the bikini was formed by a card flap, stuck down at one end, like in a little kid's pop-up picture book, which, when Dan lifted it, revealed a well-rounded and attractive pair of naked breasts. "Neat, huh?" asked Tom, grinning. "Oh yeah," responded Dan as he high-fived his brother. "Definitely a keeper." He turned, grinning, towards his mother, but one look at the expression on Helen's face made that grin instantly disappear. Shit! What had Tom been thinking when he chose this card? The look on their mother's face was enough to remind all the Reed men of something she had been drilling into them for as long as they could remember - that she was not amused by any objectification of young women and that she would not tolerate any such attitude in her home. They waited for the explosion, but it didn't come. Helen reluctantly decided that, for now at least, she would let Tom's bad judgement pass. She accepted that D's birthday breakfast wasn't the time to be making waves. Later, however, was a different matter. The pile of presents wasn't as big as it had been a few years before when Lego kits, jigsaws, books and soccer stuff made a large mound in the middle of the table. For his sixteenth birthday there were video games, T-shirts, new running shoes and money, so not a bad haul. The card from his parents -- a picture of a teenage runner passing through a cheering crowd, and consequently much less controversial than the one from Tom -- contained a predictably suitable congratulatory greeting but, much more importantly, a one year, unlimited, junior pass to the gym, as promised. "Yees!" whooped Dan, pumping the air and moving round the table to hug his parents. "This is great. And it's for unlimited use. That's fantastic. Thanks. It's so cool." The delighted words spilled out in an unco-ordinated rush. "You're very welcome," said Roger. "We've been impressed with how you've stuck with it. We promised that, if you did, you could have your own membership, and there it is." "Just don't go mad and spend so much time at the gym that school work starts to suffer. That's the quickest way to having it taken away," warned Helen. "Message received," Dan assured her. "I'll be a perfect model of good sense." He couldn't hide the slightly mocking inflection in his voice but his mum accepted it without further comment. It seemed that being the birthday boy had all sorts of advantages. Dan wondered what else he might be able to get away with today. The answer came very quickly. "I know you'll be itching to start making use of that membership," said Roger. "Why don't you go upstairs and get your stuff together? Tom will clear away and load the dishwasher." "What? Not fair!" was Tom's disgruntled response. "I've got packing to do before I set off back." "It's D's special day." Dan grinned when he heard his mum speak. "And besides, clearing up the kitchen can be pay-back for that card," she said, in a tone of voice that left no room for discussion. Dan left the room, throwing a final smirk over his shoulder to Tom, and made his way upstairs. So far the morning had gone pretty much perfectly, and now he had his first solo trip to the gym to get ready for. Once in his room he immediately started to stuff the things he'd need into his back-pack. As usual, acting on auto pilot, he was in the process of including a pair of compression shorts when he remembered his special present. Yay! No Under Armours for him today. Oh no, today he'd be wearing a jock. Not Number 2 jock, obviously, as that was a sticky mess in a corner of his room, and, anyway, even if it were in a fit state to be worn it was no way suitable for a standard work-out at the gym. No, it would be Number 1 jock. Quickly Dan stripped off the clothes he'd put on before going down to breakfast and picked up the jock from his bed where he'd discarded it earlier when he'd discovered Number 2. Just as he was standing in front of his mirror and adjusting his junk more comfortably in the soft cotton pouch Tom walked in. "Fuck D, don't you ever leave it alone?" he asked, smiling. The mind behind the smile was thinking how hot D's reflection looked, dressed in nothing but the pristine new jock. With his smooth, toned body and more than adequate bulge neatly encased in the brilliant white fabric, Tom realised his kid brother was perfectly ripe for plucking (and fucking). Somewhere out there was one very lucky girl. Tom realised that he was envious and had to quickly change the direction of his thoughts to avoid the hard-on he could feel was already building up. Dan, of course, had no idea what was going on in Tom's head and responded to his brother's question by giving him the finger (obviously not one of those that were still cupping his junk). "Don't judge me by your own low standards. I'm going to the gym now and I wanted to make sure it fits properly," he explained. "And of course you just happened to be standing right in front of the mirror and, coincidentally, getting little D excited. Yeah, right. The sooner you get laid, little brother, the better." "Well I'm not gonna disagree with that," said Dan. No, he definitely wasn't. In fact, he'd already decided on this, his sixteenth birthday, that his major objective for the year was to be no longer a virgin on his seventeenth. "Anyway, how come you're here? You're supposed to be clearing up from breakfast." "Dad let me off -- don't tell mum -- so I could come up and say goodbye before you go to the gym. I'll be gone by the time you get back." "I wish you could stay for the party. I'll miss you." "I wish I could stay, too, but I've got a couple of big assignments due by the end of the week and I'm way behind with both -- don't tell dad -- so I gotta go." Tom moved to close the gap between them and pulled D into a tight hug. These partings were always difficult for both brothers and they'd mutually agreed, some time ago, to keep them short and, as far as possible, painless. "Have a great time tonight," said Tom, pulling back from the hug. "I'll expect photos tomorrow and a detailed description on FaceTime no later than Tuesday. And say `Hi' to M from me. It's so cool that things are on the up for him since all that fucked-up stuff with his cousin." He kissed D on the forehead, turned and left the room. They both had tears in their eyes that neither wanted the other to see. ***** Twenty minutes later, free-wheeling down the cycle track towards the mall, Dan was as excited as he used to be as a little kid at Christmas time. What great presents -- the jocks and the individual gym membership. He was almost fizzing. On his back he had everything he needed for this first visit to the gym without his dad - the change of clothes and wash kit that he'd quickly stuffed into the backpack immediately after his birthday breakfast - everything except Number 1 jock which he could feel firmly holding his junk together underneath the work-out shorts he was wearing. Arriving at the gym he secured his bike and checked his pocket for the precious membership card before pushing through the swing doors into the reception area. Tye was on duty. "Good morning birthday boy! All set for your first solo visit?" All the staff and most of the regular clients knew all about the promised individual membership as Dan had been telling anyone and everyone about it for months. It had been the source of a great deal of gentle teasing which Dan had accepted with more tolerance than many fifteen year-olds would have managed. "You bet. I've been waiting for today forever," Dan replied with a wide smile. "Well, you know the drill - sign in, take a locker key to store all non-gym stuff, stay hydrated and make sure you wipe down all equipment after use." "Yes sir!" Dan responded in a mocking but friendly tone, writing his name in the register. Just as he was about to turn towards the locker-room Tye spoke again. "Oh, and Dan, I just need to let you know we've got a photographer coming into the gym today. The owners are keen to attract new members, especially more young people, so they've hired Eddy, that's his name, to take some publicity shots for the website and new posters. He's got strict instructions not to hassle anyone and he'll only take pictures of you if you give permission. If you `re not willing or interested just tell him and he won't bother you. Okay?" "Fine by me. I expect he'll be looking for guys who are much fitter and more built than I am anyway, so I don't suppose he'll be bothering with me." "Whatever," said Tye, silently thinking that a young guy as good looking and well put-together as Dan was exactly the sort of new image the gym's owners were keen to promote. He'd be very surprised if Eddy wasn't very interested in Dan -- and not just for the photos - but he kept that suspicion to himself. As he had already dressed in his work-out gear before he left home it was a matter of just a few minutes later that Dan was well into his warm-up routine. From there he made his way to the aerobic machines and began his work-out proper with fifteen minutes on the rower. Then it was a steady progression through his standard work-out rotation. If asked, Dan wouldn't have been able to explain why he got so much out of his visits to the gym, in fact he'd never stopped to think about it in any meaningful way. He just knew that testing his muscles and lungs, challenging his young body to perform faster, stronger, longer, made him feel alive in ways that very few other aspects of his life could match. Soccer used to do it, but not anymore, running came close but didn't quite cut it, jerking-off, of course, that went without saying. Thoughts of jerking-off reminded him of that morning's monumental cum into Number 2 jock and that had the inevitable consequence inside Number 1 jock. Awareness of his dick's sudden surge of horniness caused a very embarrassed Dan to take a look around the gym to check that no-one else was aware of the growing bulge down below. He was thankful to suddenly realise that one unexpected benefit of wearing a jock was its ability to keep his expanded dick under control and pretty much invisible to anyone and everyone else who might be choosing that moment to look his way. Luckily no-one was, at least, no-one he could see. He had just slipped a hand down into the soft warm pouch intent on settling his dick and balls into an equally discreet but more comfortable position when he was startled by a voice close behind him. ********** To keep this amazing resource open and freely available to readers everywhere, please consider donating to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I really appreciate and enjoy the messages I get from readers and I'll be very happy to reply if you'd like to get in touch. Thanks for reading.