Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2024 18:13:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Toby Wolf Subject: Good Vibes // Chapter 2 If you enjoyed this story, feel free to contact me at: werewolftoby@yahoo.com Leave your comments / criticisms / praise, or just say hi! nifty.org is a free service, and would not be possible without your donations. Copy / paste the link below into your browser to donate to Nifty to keep it going: https://donate.nifty.org. Good Vibes Chapter 2 by werewolftoby Oliver couldn't sleep, his teen cocklet so hard; dreams of seeing his mates dick for the first time kept waking him up, sweating, moaning. He kept imagining it getting hard in class, and him playing with it in front of him, just out of reach... What a nightmare! `Oi! Shut up... trying to sleep,' hissed his little brother in the bunk above him. `Fuck off, Alfie!' Oliver growled, kicking up at the bed in retaliation before he turned on his side and pulled the covers up over his bare shoulders. He slept in his boxers usually, but after some struggle, he pulled them down and let them rest by his feet, choosing to sleep naked than risk messing in his pants from another wet dream. In the morning, Oliver was slow to rise. Alfie was always up first, bouncing up and down from the top bunk on to the carpeted floor of their shared bedroom below. Alfie was nine years old, and unlike Oliver, slept in pyjama bottoms and bare chest. His hair was short and shaved at the sides like a little shark fin on his head. It was that little black shark fin that Oli saw as he groggily turned and opened his eyes, rushing off, catching the yellow morning wave to the toilet first thing same as ever. `Ohh,' Oliver moaned, finally alone for a couple of minutes. Pulling the sheets down he was naked underneath, his young cock slick against his hairless thigh, dribbling a little pool of clear fluid. The smell of spunk hit him hard and brought a blush to his cheeks. Quickly he made sure Alfie wasn't back yet before scrambling around and pulling his boxers up around his middle before wriggling into them and sitting up out of bed with his face in his hands. `I hate mornings...' Alfie, however, was an indomitable morning person. After finishing his piss, he padded into the bedroom again with the usual wet patch on the front of his pyjamas. On a normal day he would jump on Oli's bed and play with his iPad for a few minutes until their mum called them down from breakfast while Oli would be texting his mates or checking social media. This morning, though, he was surprised to find Oliver already up and looking a bit... well, different. The young boy stood there in front of his older brother and cocked his head. `What?' asked the moody teen; he got along well with his brother but on this morning he had something else on his mind and there was no way he was talking to him about it! `What's up with you mardy-arse?' teased the nine year old boy, slapping the thirteen year old on the side of the head before he shifted back and did a little dance. It was the usual annoying fidgeting that got on Oliver's nerves; the incessant pulling on his wet willie through his pyjamas, making the piss stain bigger. He snorted: `ugh, learn to shake your willie for once, Alfie... disgusting.' Alfie mocked his older brother's snort and only tugged harder on his mini cock. `Me?' said Alfie with a tone of moral superiority: `what about you? You've got bigger pee stains than me! What did you do, piss the bed?' `Piss the--?' Oliver looked down between his legs and saw the dark patch on the front of his boxers. Even though they were dark, it was clearly visible that his morning dick had leaked on to the material. Fuck. Even through his best efforts not to let that happen, it had, and what was worse, his dickhead brother had noticed. So, how to combat this? He scoffed and ignored him best he could. When they got ready for school, Oliver dumped his cummy boxers under the bed and changed into his trousers and went downstairs to eat leaving Alfie addicted to the screen of the tablet. `Where is your brother, Oliver?' asked Oli's mum. Oli shrugged; he was too busy scrolling videos to really care. His mum sighed and flicked Oli on the ear. `Oi! Wake up. Go and drag your brother out of bed, please.' `I'm not his nanny,' complained Oliver, but he was already out of the chair and dragging his feet up the stairs to the bedroom once again, whining all the way. Typically, Alfie was a lazy riser. He got up before Oliver, sure, but after that his preferred method of doing anything was doing nothing at all. Same as when he got out of school, too, actually; he would just lounge around with his legs spread, tablet in hands. Like always. When Oliver got to their room, however, he found his little brother instead sat on the floor, with HIS sweaty, cum-dripping undies in his hands! Shock and horror flooded Oli's head. Alfie was fascinated by the way the sticky strands of spunk were clinging to each other and coming apart, rejoining like glue, it seemed to him like some kind of alien life form... or just snot. Either way he was getting it all over his fingers too. `Ugh! You dirty little bastard get off!' seethed the older brother, closing the door and yanking the boxers out from Alfie's hands. His heart was racing. This wasn't good. He bunched up the undies again and this time packed them away in the back of his drawer. `Oi! I was just playing!' `You don't play with--` he turned around. The boy was still in his pants. `What the fuck? And get dressed! You haven't even had your breakfast yet and mum is ready to go.' `Alright,' Alfie rolled his eyes and scrambled back to find his clothes. Oliver didn't think too much about it after that. Although when he got to school, and met with the object of his desire, the fellow year nine boy, Sebastian, it all came flooding back, literally, oozing down his leg. `Morning mate,' chirped Seb with a grin. He looked so fucking sexy. Scruffy and blonde, tie halfway down his chest. Today though, something was different; his hair was actually combed a little bit; in fact such a little bit that even Oliver who looked at him every day had to double take to even take notice. And when he did, he wore a matching grin and said, `holy shit... what's all this?' and flicked at the blonde tressed behind his ears. Seb seemed pleased that he'd noticed. `Nothing at all. Just thought I'd make myself look pretty. Do you object?' Oli shrugged. Casual, just like that. They shared a good laugh then went off to classes, separately for the first two periods but they met up on break. Or -- rather -- Oliver met up with Sebastian, who was round the back of the school having a cheeky smoke. Oliver found Sebastian sat on the grass with his back to the all of the school building, cig between his lips while he messed around on his phone, he hardly seemed to notice when he showed up until he gave a cough. `Alright, wanker?' sneered Seb. `Right, shit-face,' he replied and sat next to him. Oli didn't smoke but he sort of weirdly rather liked the smell of it sometimes, especially when it came from Seb's lungs. He tried not to stare at his gorgeous mate, so kept his eyes on the grass, trying not to think about that dick pic he'd sent him the day before during detention. Fuck. Now it was all he could picture! There was silence for a minute while Seb took a long drag then stubbed out the cigarette against the wall. There was a little collection of cig stubs in the corner of the wall. Then he looked and Oli and said: `feel like skipping last period?' Last period was the dreaded double English -- a more boring subject Seb hadn't found yet -- and it was due to be a total shit-show; the teacher was an old crone who had the whole class scared to silence, assigned seating, and even locked a poor girl in a cupboard once just for dropping a pencil. If there was any class that would have made Oli happier to skip, he hadn't found it yet. `Please, with pleasure,' he said, knowing full-well that he would be in for it if he actually did skip. `Shouldn't though, should we?' `Suppose not,' agreed Seb. Then, with a cheeky smirk: `would be ace though, wouldn't it.' `Yeah, deffo.' And with that they went back to their boring third class before lunch: history. History was okay because the teacher had no control at all. She was a mousy sort of woman who just wanted to get through the day without trouble. Fair enough. Because neither Oliver nor Sebastian wanted trouble. All they wanted to do was have a chill lesson where they could have a bit of fun in the meantime. They sat next to each other at the back at the end of the class and were sniggering away. Seb was back to his usual tricks, drawing dicks in the margins. Out of the blue, he elbowed Oli and whispered, `not as big as mine, I reckon, eh?' Oliver wanted to hate him for that, for bringing up THAT again, he was already walking around with a permanent erection it seemed. But, because he was just a horny fucker who wanted -- no needed -- more, he smirked back and scoffed: `prove it.' It was a wild request. Even Seb was surprised when Oliver asked him; the questions running through his head were: haven't you seen enough of it already? Haven't you already seen it? But never once did he ask why. Oliver, on the other hand was shaking. His fingers, his lip, anything that could shake was shaking, at least mentally; on the outside he put up a decent sized wall that prevented anyone looking from easily looking over and seeing the true self. Then Seb looked around, a boyish cheeky expression on his face, and did it. Goggle-eyed, Oli looked on as the bastard unzipped and pulled his boxers down with one thumb and flashed the very same cock that he'd send in picture form a day before. Only now it was real, and FUCK... Oliver could smell the sweat, the stink of his cock and balls exposed, and it was better than he'd ever imagined. He went lightheaded, and if his nervous laughter was any tell; he couldn't believe this was really happening. And yet, Seb kept it out, looking around, checking Oli's reaction like he was proud of it. `Eh? Well... what do yer think?' `W-what do I think!?' he couldn't believe how stupidly sexy his mate could be! Looking around, he was just as paranoid; what if someone was looking? It was equally scary as It was horny! `Y-you'd better put it away, Seb, quick.' `What, why?' he teased: the name of rudeness. Then he started waving it about, like it was a flag at a football match. It started to get hard, and stick up. Now Oliver drooled. How was he gonna get out of this? `Whoo!' came the obnoxiously-attention-seeking cry as Seb not only didn't put it away; he RELISHED the mortification that it brought to Oliver! He jumped up, like a mad monkey, knocked his chair back and jumped up on the table, stomping paperwork to bits and swinging his semi-hard cock about. By now, Oliver was the only one not laughing. In fact, he left his chair and backed against the wall. There was no way he was being roped in by this lunatic! Frantically his darted around the room; the entire class was a circus. Boys and girls alike were either howling with laughter, covering their eyes and laughing, or just ignoring the fuck out of this madness. The teacher, in her infinite apathy had quickly called the class to quiet but no more than that, rather, she murmured something in panic. Meanwhile, he looked up at the wildboy that was Seb, who'd taken to strutting from one desk to the other, slapping his knob around, doing the helicopter while miming some imaginary song and gyrating to it, even lifting his shirt up and exposing even more of his slim, smooth body. Because why not? The class -- in fact, the day -- was ended at that. Oliver was dragged into the headmaster's office along with Seb, because apparently he'd "egged him on" and that was that. They were told off, parents were called, and they were sent home. Two hours later, Oliver was laying naked on his bed, wanking his cock for all it was worth, really hard, spit in his hand, slicked up really nice; stroking up and down, riding the high so far he didn't want to ever come down. He'd SEEN his best mates cock up CLOSE, and he couldn't shake the image out of his head! Even while he was being told off by the headmaster, by his parents, he'd not even had chance to talk to Seb since, they'd been separated and sent home in disgrace. Oliver toned out all of it. All he could think of was cock! And he wanted to enjoy himself thinking about it before he forgot the image, because this wasn't like a pic, this really happened... he smelled it! `Ohhhh... fuckkkk...' he was in tears, ecstasy raptured him. It was such a fucking wild day that none of this -- this -- felt real... all that was real was the insane, intense orgasmic pleasure building up inside him. That was all that felt real during this totally weird and surreal day. Laying naked, sweaty and horned up, he didn't consider anything else but the moment. Trouble with living in the moment -- like Seb did -- consequences were usually sneaking around the corner ready to launch a surprise attack on you. And when Oliver's little brother, Alfie, heard funny noises coming from their bedroom, he launched a surprise attack of his own. END.