Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2023 16:11:30 -0400 From: Brendan B-M Subject: Big Kyle's Awakenings - Chapter 1 INTRO Nifty is great. Support it. Everything in this series is fiction. It never happened except in my imagination. I do not condone anything illegal. Feedback and suggestions are welcome. brendan.ian.b.m @ gmail.com -brendan ** It was late Friday night of July 4 weekend. My mom, my sister Ariel and my nephew little Rob were going across the country at a wedding so I was staying at my brother-in-law Rob's, who was 25. My mom dropped me off around 5 pm, picked up my sister and her boy and left to the airport.. After a dinner of Pizza Hut delivery, we started playing Xbox. We play games together all the time but usually at my house. He would come over with my sister and niece. They would be downstairs gossiping while Rob and me would be in my room playing video games. This is the first time I'd been in their new apartment. The 3rd floor apartment was so sweltering that I was quickly drenched in sweat. Rob had been shirtless when I arrived. "Don't you have an AC, bro?" I asked. "We did, but it broke." He was just wearing a gray pair of cotton shorts. I took my shirt and jeans off and was wearing only my orange Adidas boxer briefs. We were just two guys so it was no big deal. With a giant fan going, it felt a little better. Just a little. "You still taking me fishing tomorrow?" I ask. "Yea, if it don't rain." I pounded Mountain Dew all evening and Rob pounded vodka. "Can I have a drink?" I asked early in the evening, as he took a swig of the liquor. "Nah, you're only 13," "13 1/2," I corrected. He shook his head. "Ariel would kill me if I got you drunk." I pouted and proceeded to kick his ass several times at the game. I asked him if he wanted to play another game of Madden or a different game. He said he was going to take a break and that I could play by myself for this round. He was super drunk, the words slurring to the point of being barely comprehensible. Probably why I kept kicking his ass at the game. I looked over and the bottle of vodka was more than half empty. I played a quick game of MLB. When I looked over, he'd passed out on the big leather bean bag, gently snoring. I grabbed the now mostly empty bottle of vodka and took a big gulp. It was nasty. I don't know how he could love this shit so much but it did give me a buzz. I'd never had liquor before. I played some Grand Theft Auto for a while. Then I rushed to the bathroom for a piss. I was thinking I might jerk off since I'm sure it wouldn't wake up Rob. So I went back out to grab my phone to look at some porn. As I walked past my still snoring brother in law on the way back, I noticed that his gray shorts were almost completely soaked. I put my hand on his crotch and smelled it. Yup, it was piss. I had to shake him for about 30 seconds before he woke up. Still groggy and drunk, he mumbled, "What the hell, Kyle?" "Bro, you peed your pants." He felt his crotch. "Fuuuuuuuck," he slurred. He stood up quickly and stumbled as he did. "Grab me a town from the dresser. I gotta clean this shit up." I tossed him a rag and he dried the bean bag before spraying it with Lysol. He stopped for a second and said, "Oh shit." He staggered to the bathroom and I heard him puking into the toilet. After a minute or so, it sounded like he was done so I went in. He looked pathetic, on his hands and knees wearing pissy shorts, reeking of vomit. His hairy chest did look a little sexy, though. He tried to stand up and staggered some more so I helped stabilize him. He yanked down his wet shorts and then his maroon briefs and tossed them to the side. He took a deep breath and started pissing in the toilet. I was surprised at how little his soft circumcised dick was for an adult, only about 2 inches, surrounded by a small, light brown thatch of pubes. I wondered if he was a grower not a shower. "Bud, you can't tell Ariel about this. She'll kill me if she finds out I did it again." I did a double take. "Again?" "Ya bud, I guess sometimes I piss myself when I get super drunk. She said she'd make me quit drinking if I ever did it again. So you can't say shit, ok?" I nodded. I was super horny and standing next to this moderately good looking, if slightly balding, naked guy wasn't helping. I'd never done anything sexual except a few jerk off sessions with my buddy Hunter. "Bro, I won't tell her if you suck my dick." "Bud, are you fuckin serious?" he said, starting toward the sink. But before I could answer, he tripped on the wet clothes and fell down, hitting his head on the well, cursing loudly. "Quiet the fuck up down there," boomed a voice from the next apartment. "Asshole," Rob mumbled. "Fucking walls are too thin." "Are you ok?" I said. "Yeah, it just fucking hurts," he said. I helped him up, put the toilet seat down and he sat there for a couple of minutes rubbing his head. Finally, I broke the silence. "Bro, suck me off." "No way bud." "Suck me off or I'll tell Ariel." He paused for about 10 seconds. "You ever had a blwo job before?" I shook my head. He sat there in silence for a little bit then flipped me off. "Ok fine," he said. "Just go get me that bottle of vodka." (to be continued)