Date: Thu, 08 May 2003 17:42:21 -0700 From: dude sweet Subject: Breakfast Boner Yes, I know that is a weird title, but this is a weird story. We all have to get up at 6 in order to eat breakfast with our dad before he leaves for work. This is my moms idea of family time. I would much rather have the extra 45 minutes of sleep. I don't like getting up and talking about my day yesterday at 6 in the fucking morning. Starting a few months ago when school started back up and I started 9th grade, I started coming to breakfast in my boxers as a protest. No shirt, no shorts, just boxers. It was my way of saying that 6 oclock sucks. My brother wears his pajama bottoms or gym shorts and a t shirt, basically what he sleeps in. My dad is already dressed in his tie and my mom is usually in a robe. Well this morning when my mom asks my brother how is day was and what is he learning at school, the usually questions, he responds that they are doing sex education now. I remember that class. They really don't teach much about sex, just mostly about cells and baby development. He says he heard some boys talking and he wanted to know what is jacking off. Well I sure wasn't ready for that. I almost spit out my cereal. I mean it's a ok question to ask dad. Privately. When your alone. But not ok at breakfast. Defiantly not ok. Well my crazy dad starts to explain it to him while I'm trying to down my runny scrambled eggs. Also, I get extremely embarrassed and, you guessed, a boner. A boner in boxers, with no t shirt is not easy to hide. Shit, why are we talking about sex stuff at breakfast. When dad had that talk with me it was privately in my room. Well he and my brother are just talking about it and discussing it as if it was geography or something. I wanted to leave, but we weren't allowed to. Plus I had a boner. Well at some point my mom says something to me that I don't hear because I am to busy studying my breakfast wishing I was somewhere else. Or had some pants on. She repeates, Ryan get some more milk. What? I am supposed to get up with my boxers tented out and show the world my boner just to get some milk. Well it was my morning for breakfast chores but I'd rather get in trouble than get up. So my dad looks at me, mad, and says did you hear your mother. I am still so embarrassed I can't look at anyone in the eye, I keep studying my eggs like they were something cool to look at. I mumble, "I don't want anymore milk." My dad looks at me and says "What's wrong with you?" Then he looks over and even though I am trying to hide my boner by they way I am sitting, I think he sees it. I mean he used to be a kid. He probably figured out my problem. Lucky for me he takes pity on me and he gets the milk. Well when he looks at my boner, it makes my brother curious I guess and so he looks at it. He has a much better view from the way I am sitting. Then he shouts out, for the world to hear "Ryans got a huge boner." Well he's dead now. I just need to think of how and when. I didn't think I could get more embarrassed than when my dad saw it, but stupid Steve had to announce it to the world. Even more embarrassing, my mom comes to my rescue and says, "Stevie, that's a very rude thing to say. Everyone has a right to their privacy. Now you apologize." I am still studying my interesting eggs. Steve says "Sorry Ryan. Didn't mean to embarrass you." Then to my dad, "but what's the big deal? You said it was a very normal thing?" Did you ever notice that with runny eggs you can make continents and lakes, even a map? I don't know what they are talking about, but breakfast is finally, mercifully over. My brother goes and I'm still trying to figure out what to do. Once again my mom rescues me. She says, "I think I'll clear the table and do the dishes today." Thank you mom. I love you mom. And my dad says "Don't worry son." Worry? Me? The only thing I was only worried about was how long I would spend in jail when they found my brother dead. When dad turns to say something to mom, I make my escape to my room. I don't want to see my brother, so I don't use the bathroom. I don't shower, pee, brush my teeth or anything. You see both of our bedrooms are connected to the same bathroom. He is never embarrassed. He never shuts the door or locks it. He might be taking a dump when I walk in. He doesn't care if I see him naked, or even if mom or dad sees him. Very weird. Anyway even though he knocks on my door I ignore him. I can do without a shower, and they got bathrooms at school. Since we go to different schools we have different ways to walk. But when I come home from school, almost over my morning embarrassment he is in my room. He says, "please can we talk?" I say "talk about what?" I wonder if there's a way I can make his death look like an accident? He says "I'm really, really sorry. I didn't know it would embarrass you. Please?" I guess I am weakening cause I say "Well you shouldn't have talked about that stuff at breakfast." Maybe I will just break an arm. Or maybe a finger. You see, here is the real problem. I'm gay. I never did anything with anybody else, but boys are all I think about. I even like looking at my brother when he's naked or in the bathroom even though I pretend to be grossed out. He's really cute. That's the main problem. I like him to much. His talking about `erections' and `masturbation' just about knocked me out at breakfast. He keeps apologizing and begging me to forgive him, so I say "Ok, your forgiven, now leave me alone." He jumps up and gives me a hug. Well I have a boner just from what we were talking about, but with my clothes on, its invisible. He says "please, please can I ask you some questions?" I say "about what?" He says "about what we were talking about this morning?" "Yeah, what do you want to know?" He says "How do you do it?" "Do what?" "Jack off, masturbate, you know." Now I really have to think about this. I am wondering if its ok to tell him. I figure I started n 7th grade, so he's probably ready. And since he's asking, maybe I should tell him. "You grab your boner like this and move it like this," I demonstrate with my hand in the air. he asks, "Can you show me?" I said "Show you how to jack off?" He says "yes please, I'll do anything." MMM, anything? This might be cool. I say "do my chores for 2 weeks. All of them. Dishes, clean my room, the bathroom, all of my chores." He quickly says yes. I say "and you can't tell mom or dad or anyone. Not at breakfast, not ever." he quickly agrees again. Shit, maybe I should have asked for more. So I add, "and do anything I say." He agrees again, but I can't thing of anything else to add. He says, "So show me now?" I say "Only when nobodys here, or at night." The truth is I had a huge horney boner in my pants just busting to get out and show him, but no way was I going to risk getting caught. He gives me another hug and leaves. Its not to long, when we're doing homework in the kitchen and my mom asks us if we want to go to the grocery store with her. "No" we both say, almost exactly at the same time. As soon as she leaves, my brother grabs my arm and is pulling me to my room. I only pretend to be uninterested. I say "first we get naked." Even before I can get my shoes and socks off, he is naked. Boner sticking straight up. Nice. About 4 inches I guess, and no hair of course. Even though he sometimes walks around naked, its never a boner. Well I take my time looking and getting undressed. He is staring, waiting for me to pull down my boxers. When I finally pull them down and out it pops, he is empressed. I haven't let him see me since I started getting hair. So now he sees my tons of hair and my almost 6 inch boner standing up, proudly. I just sit there and let him stare. he finally looks at my face and says "Wow." I say "hey, you'll probably have the same someday." He says "I sure hope so." We are both sitting on my bed, naked, with boners sticking straight up. I reach under my bed and in my puzzle box and pull out my lotion. I squirt it on my hand, then his. I start to go at it. He watches me, then begins, imitating me. Man, this is even cooler than I imagined it would be. So when I get close, I say watch mine and as I shoot, he is amazed. He asks "That's sperm right" I say "yep." He has stopped jacking his and says "can I touch it?" "Sure" I respond. He gets some out of my belly button, smushes it around in his hand and says "kinda slimy." "Yeah" I say. He says "when will I make sperm?" "Probably this year I guess. Did you get a tingly feeling in your balls when you we jacking it?" He said "No, maybe I was doing it wrong, would you do it for me?" Here he was asking, begging me to jack him. Way better than any fantasy I ever had. Instead of answering I get more lotion on my hand, grab his and start. "Lay back and enjoy" I tell him. I can tell he is liking this. Maybe as much as I am. He finally giggles and says "stop, stop it tickles to much. Was that it?" "Yeah" I say, "and it gets better the more you do it." "It felt better when you were doing mine" he says. "I wouldn't know I said," hoping he would say, what he did say. "Can I do yours?" "Yes," I say, pretending its not that big of a deal. He lubes up his hand and even though he doesn't do it real good, it feels great. I announce my countdown, "3,2,1" and some oozes out. It doesn't squirt, cause I just jacked it like 5 minutes ago. I tell him "squeeze it gently all out." He does and then rubs it around his hands and fingers and even smells it. I say "It's best to clean up with toilet paper" as we go to the bathroom. He cleans his even though he don't have any sperms on his. After we go back in my room and dress, he gives me another hug and says thank you. Maybe I won't kill him.