Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2018 21:45:10 -0700 From: Rocky Hawkins Subject: He Just Started One Day Author's Note: This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not... I love email and feedback, so let me know if you like this one! DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Donate: Nifty operates free because there's people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It's worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org. ======================================================== I was drunk the first time. I didn't even know it was him, at first. Have you ever had one of those dreams where you were really cold, or all wet, or something - and then you wake up and you like, pissed yourself? Well, this was one of those times. Only it wasn't piss. It was a warm, wet, deep throat. So, about 8pm that night, Mom got a phone call from our Aunt Sarah. Her car was acting up, and she had no one to take her to the airport in the morning. It was a 3 hour drive to Green Bay, so she decided to drive out tonight, leaving me and Dade to ourselves for the night. Since I was 18 and Dade was 15, I was put in charge. "I can take care of myself, Mom!" He said. "No," she retorted, grabbing her keys. "Seth is a man now, and what he says goes, you got it?" She looked to me with that stern do-anything-wrong-and-you'll-pay look. I nodded gently and she grabbed her coat. "Like it matters, Dade," I snorted. "You're just gonna hide in your room and jerk off anyway." "Seth Roman Murphy!" Mom exclaimed. "Geezus. That MOUTH of yours. Vulgar!" I laughed. Dade blushed, then stormed up to his room. I mean, it was true. Dade and I shared a wall. That boy was always making' the bed squeak. I plopped on the couch as Mom left. We had already had dinner, and my homework was done. I was still in high school - the last semester. Because of my birthday, I was always older than my class. Thankfully, it also meant I was able to drive, and soon I'd be out of this house. I heard the boom of Dade's stereo as I flicked through the channels. Nothing on. Bored, I began to pick at my shorts. It was hot this year, and our a/c isn't the best. Didn't need a shirt in this house, none of the guys (me, my brother, and sometimes my dad) ever wore much around here. I mean, Mom hated it, but really, it's not like we wagged our dick around or anything. Anyway, they were just my old gym shorts from last year, and the yellow lettering of the logo was all cracked and peeling. I stretched out to see the rest of the faded letters, and realized how tall I had become. Over the past year, I had changed so much. My body spiked to almost 6'5", and it was almost all leg. I was never a super buff guy, but with basketball the last 3 years, I had managed to keep pretty fit. My abs were actually rigid; well, if I flexed them. My arms had some good tone, too. What I noticed most was that my junk was still growing. Yeah, I measured. Like, every year. Since I was 12. And now, I've got a solid, pretty thick, just-under-7" to work with. Of course, I haven't been on a date since Sadie Hawkins dance, and even then, it was just a pity date I think. I mean, it was with Kiersty Riser. She had great tits, but couldn't talk her way out of a box. Actually, come to think of it, there is Carrie. I could feel my dick get hard at the mere thought of her. I don't usually go for brunettes, but with her bright green eyes, and that figure... I couldn't help myself. My hand moved from the outside of my shorts, sliding between the waistband of my boxers. I re-adjusted a bit, slid my hand down. I was getting hard, alright. And, not surprising, the tip was leaking a little. As proud as I was about my hard-on, it was kind of annoying to leak pre-cum every time. When I was younger, I would wake up every morning to it. I started wearing boxers to bed, just so I wouldn't wake up sticky. I was just getting into it; I had closed my eyes, and my trusty right hand was moving the foreskin up and down, slowly. I took a deep breath, thinking of Carrie. She was in my physics class. All week, it had been so hot, and she knew she had a rack. Her shirts got tighter, and tighter, and smaller... Just then, the sound of some random KPOP band blared through the house. I yanked my hand away, knowing that Dade was on his way out of his room, down the stairs. He passed through the living room, into the kitchen, returning to his room with the Oreos. He's not supposed to have snacks after 9. Ugh, what do I care. Ooh. Mom's out. Dad's working. I wonder if there's any... liquor? Ok, so I've only had beer, and it's only been at Kyle Stoke's Spring Break Party. After the second one, I was giggly. I liked the feeling. I mean, adults get to drink - and I'm 18 now. I reached to the cabinet above the fridge - a place rarely opened - and started to read the bottles. Most of it was closed or sealed. I couldn't risk opening a new bottle. Maybe... yes! There's one, almost full. A clear bottle. Something called Bacardi. I took a sniff. Well, I mean, nothing too crazy. I pulled out some coke, and as a true bartender, I mixed 3/4 of the clear liquor to a a quick pour of soda. It looked just like the drinks on TV, and it smelled right. The first drink, easy. I started watching a cheerleading competition on ESPN, and it kept my hand nice and busy. But, I didn't want to bust yet. I was starting to get all warm, and I wanted to get giggly. I remember pouring the next drink, and a third. I watched the teen girls jump and flip, and bounce. The announcer, "As you can see, Bob, the formation of the triple formation was completely off the mat; they aren't going to make it to finals..." Then, the warm feeling. At first, I panicked. Did I pass out? Why do I feel so... good? I opened my eyes, but the room was dark. But that feeling.. it was.. on my dick. I gasped. I couldn't find the words. My hands reached down. At my lap, my shorts had been pulled down, and there was.. a head, with hair, on my dick! Someone was giving me head! Why couldn't I focus! I tried to speak. "What are- Who is- Wha..." The words were lost, as the stranger swallowed more of me. It felt so good as the mouth swirled around the head of my cock. I arched my back each time the deep throat took more and more of me inside. I'm not sure why, but my hands instinctively pulled at the anonymous sucker's hair. I pulled toward me, then let loose. I was getting close. "I'm gonna..." I started. But the words left me as the first wave of my cum shot out. At the first volley, I felt my hands lock into each other, under my stranger's neck. My legs stretched as I felt my load force it's way from my head into a deep hot throat. There was a cough, then a sputter, but I couldn't let go. My legs wrapped around this... body in front of me. I was still pulsing. My stranger was small; thin. I couldn't feel any clothing. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, and my mind was coming down from my orgasm. I felt a pull as hair began to untangle from my hands. "Let me go," said a whispered cough. I snapped to attention, and my legs unlocked immediately. I pulled my hands away. Oh my gosh - where am I? Did I rape some chick? But I was - no! Wait! I was at home. The voice at my waist pulled back, and I heard it move away from me, and toward the stairs. "Just... don't tell mom, ok?" the voice whispered. I didn't move for a long time. My head was still foggy, and the wave of pleasure was still tingly on my junk. I reached down, expecting a mess. But, no. Aside from a damp feeling, I was completely clean. Drained. But, that voice... My jaw dropped. Mom came home at around 10am. It was Saturday. I had crawled up to bed, and when I heard the door slam, I bolted awake. Dade. My brother. Did he really? I found out soon enough. He was gone when I came down for breakfast, and Mom went through the normal 'how was everything' conversation. I got through it, and saw the note. "Library. Be Back later." He didn't come back until dinner. Usually, by now, I'd be showered and on my out. I mean, it was Saturday. All the guys went to the Denny's on Saturday, and some of the hotter chicks too. But to be honest, I had to know. Was I dreaming? Did Dade really? So, I sat. With my Mom. Watching Lifetime. At 6pm. On a Saturday. I stared at him when he walked in. At 5'4" and 100 pounds soaking wet, I had never really noticed that he was so fair skinned. His hair, usually in a baseball cap, was loose today. It hung down the sides of his face, the rusty brown color circling his face. His eyes caught mine - I never knew he had such blue eyes. They looked afraid. He flicked his neck, making his hair slide back into him. He was hiding himself from me as he sulked to the kitchen. He had to pass by us to get to the dinner, so of course, Mom grilled him, and made him come eat with us. "If you want to eat my food, you need to be in my company, young man. You're brother even stayed home from his Saturday-Night-Whatever to hang out," she continued. I watched him. He was 15 now, and I could start to see some changes. He used to have chubby cheeks, and he always wore black. I remember one time he came home with pitch black hair. It turned out, his friends decided to spend hours using Sharpie's to color it. Took weeks to come out. It made me laugh. "What's funny, Seth honey?" Mom had no idea. He ate fast. He didn't talk much, and then rinsed his dishes. He disappeared into his room, and I waited patiently while Mom fell quiet on the couch. Had a plan. Once she had fallen asleep, I was gonna confront Dade. It didn't take long. The movie was boring, and she was tired - I'm sure she didn't get much sleep, and the drive was long. I covered her with a blanket, and crept upstairs. The door to Dade's room was closed. It was quiet. I opened the door without knocking. The room was dark, and he was in bed. It was still hot, so he was laying on top of the sheets. I stood there a moment, taking it all in. By now, I was convinced. It wasn't a dream. My own brother had swallowed my cum. I felt a twitch. Shit. Was I getting hard? I went back to my room. I wasn't gay. Why did I feel that when I looked at... him? Well, Seth, it's likely because it's the first time someone sucked your dick! Yeah, that must be it. I mean, it felt really good, even if I was pretty wasted. I took off my clothes, and flopped on the bed. Sleep came quickly. "I can't help it..." The whisper said. I bolted upright. I felt weight on the bed. My hips were held in place. My dick, was hard. I pushed my hands to the bed, trying to sit up. I was being held down? "Just... don't think about it." I was strong, but I was just waking up, and there was a lot of dead weight on me. The voice, it was Dade. He was in my room. On top of me. I could feel his legs, locked next to mine, the weight of his hips pushing on my shins. His hands WERE at my hips. "What.. the.. fuck... Dade...?" My arms yanked at his, but that only served to position him more on top of me. His naked torso crashed down, and I felt his own hard cock jab into my body. He fell onto my chest, struggling to pull his arms from my grasp. But I wasn't letting go. He may had my legs, but I had him by the arms. "Every night," he struggled, "I hear you. I... I jerk off to you. I can't..." He began to sniffle. His struggling slowed, and he began to breathe funny. He was crying. "I just... I need you." He sputtered. I blinked, not understanding. I loosened my grip. His hands returned to my hips. His face, once pushed against my shoulder, kissed my chest. I froze as he kissed me again, now on my abs. Then my stomach. I stared at him as his chin hit the top my cock. My mouth began to open, but no words could come out. I just... watched. Watched as he lifted his head to my cock. His hand slid to the base, pulling my cock from it's pointed position, to straight out. His tongue reached out, making contact with the ooze coming from me. I was pre-cuming, and my brother had just licked it. "Dade, I can't let you- Ohhhh!" Before I could finish, his mouth engulfed me. He slid down on my cock, his heat circling. I felt him slide down, 3, 4 inches, then pull back. He made a gurgle sound, then slid back down. This time, I gasped as his nose touched my skin. He... had the whole length in his mouth. He pulled back, and repeated. Slowly at first, his mouth got all the way on me. Over and over, he slid up and down. I had stopped breathing. His hands moved from my hips, finding my arms. I felt him pull them to him. He pulled my hands around his head, locking them together. I didn't dare move, but he kept bobbing, his mouth making a small sucking sound each time he pulled back. I felt his throat each time he went downward, and his tongue circled me each time he pulled back. His hands went back on top of mine, and I felt him pull on them. When he did it, Dade's head pushed further down, and he gagged slightly. I moaned, feeling him get even deeper on my cock. I'm not gonna lie. I was really confused. It was, until then, the most sexually charged feeling I've ever had. My second blowjob ever, and it was warm, and wet, and he wanted nothing more than to please me. But, I mean - come on! It's my brother! Before the other night, I'd never thought of him.. that way. I certainly didn't think he wanted to suck dick! I unlocked my hands, and I felt him try to move them back. He pulled at me again, and I got the idea. I let my mind go, and felt my body getting tingly. I moved my hands to the side of his face, his ears on the palms of my hands. I pushed my hips forward, and he grumbled. No, he moaned. "Is this what you really want, Dade?" I asked, in a cracked voice. "HMghu Humph" he garbled. My palms pulled him off me, and I made him look at me. His eyes were teary, but I don't think from crying. "Yeah, ok. Yeah. Just let me..." He said, trying to get back on my dick. But I was close to finish, and I didn't want to. I mean, it was weird. Suddenly, I had this feeling of control. This kid wanted my dick. So bad, that he was willing to TAKE it while I was drunk. Or sleeping. I needed to get answers. "You gay, then?" I asked. His mouth clapped shut. I didn't let him move, my hands now holding him steady. He nodded. "And... ok. So, why me?" He shook his head. He wrestled to get detached. I released him. "I dunno. You..." He started. His body deflated, and he fell backward, on his haunches. I could feel his hard-on against mine again. "Because I love you and your hot and I can't stop thinking about you and I want you, ok? Just... it's how I feel!" He blurted, loudly. I scrambled up, my body reaching for his face. It was a lot to think about, but damn, he was getting loud. "Ok, dude, but you know I like chicks, right?" He started nodding as I said it. "I know, Seth. I just.. just let me... I know it's not mine.. but can I please? I mean," he started to huff, the tears now from fear, or pain, "I'm never gonna find another guy.. and I trust you.. and you're so... you're perfect..." I sighed, then laughed, then fell back to my pillow. I had to think this through. My hard-on had gone down, and I was being more rational. But damn, it felt good. "Dade," I muttered. He looked at me, his eyes slightly puffy. "I... I won't tell Mom." I said. His body slid down the bed and he pulled my hands to him. I understood now, that he needed the control. I pushed my hips forward, and put my hands to his head. He waited. I pulled him down to me. His mouth opened to me. I let him swirl his tongue around. My dick, still new to the feeling, got hard immediately. He began sucking, and my hands pulled him deeper onto my cock. I locked his head in place, and my hips naturally began to sway back and forth. I pushed harder into him, and he began to gag. I started to pull away, but he groaned. He.. wanted the gag. I'm not sure why, but I LIKED that. I began to pump into him slower, but each time, I pushed further. I could feel my own body get tight, and my balls began to pull. I was close. "Dade," I sighed, "I'm gonna-" But it was too late. I locked my hips, my head snapped back against the pillow. My seed pulsed from my body. Still holding him in place, he coughed and sputtered. He didn't fight it; he wanted to be fed. I spurted four, five times, and his mouth re-wrapped around me, now fighting to get back to the base of my dick. He had all of me inside him now, and I felt the bed begin to shake. My head turned, and I saw him. His face was deep in my crotch, and his back was arched. His hand had moved from my thighs, down to his own. Furiously, his wrist flicked back and forth. I felt him twist and shift, and his breathing sputtered. He jerked on his own dick hard and fast, moaning softly, the vibrations fully on my dick. His body twisted up. He was on his knees now, between my legs, and his arm was pounding away at his own 5". I didn't move. I didn't speak. His eyes were bolted shut, and his face was wet with spit and my cum. He bit down on his own lip, and his moans escaped the corners of his mouth. He was close. "Do it, bro," I whispered. His eyes snapped open, and I nodded at him. He shook, and looked down at his dick, the rough jerking stopped, and went to a hard pump, then hold. Then pump, then hold. He looked almost frightened as my brother's uncut cock fired it's first shot. I felt the load drop to my own balls, then another shot on my dick, then another, then another. He gyrated in place, like his whole body was being electrocuted, and I couldn't help but watch in awe. When he came down from his high, he looked at me, eyes wide. "I'm... sorry," was all he said. I laughed. I mean, laughed. Seriously. Sorry? After all that? "Dude, it's cool. Why don't you go to bed, ok?" I smiled. He pulled off the bed, grabbing his boxers. He reached for the door, and paused. He looked back at me. "No promises about a round 3," I smirked, "but, I promise - I won't tell anyone." ======================================================== Like it? Email me. justwriting@soniq.org