Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2020 20:36:20 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I didn't pee the bed part 13 gay male incest This story contains sexual situations between two bothers and other males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. I'm a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in medical research. English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! This is my second story for NIFTY. The first is in High School, Danny's First Love. Last posted on June 27th. I'm not a writer, but I thought I'd again try my hand at fiction. The seeds for this story were planted by an ex-lover. I Didn't Pee The Bed, part Thirteen By Anthony Scordato I think Danny and I were both a bit nervous about what might happen that night. However, I know I was also really turned on. We went to his bedroom and undressed. Usually, we would sit and drink wine, make out and then go at each other. But that night was going to be different. When he pulled off his boxer briefs his cock was fully erect. His tall lean body seemed to make his thick cut cock look huge. It swayed back and forth as he walked across his bedroom. He bent down and opened the bottom drawer of his dresser. He took out two dildos. One was black and firm and about 8-10 inches long but thick. The other was a transparent red color, looked to be about 18-24 inches long and not as thick as the other. It was also very bendable. He looked at me and said, "I must admit I'm really turned on with you watching this, but also a bit nervous." "I get it, but you know I'm going to soon have those up my ass." "You're going to do all that I do?" I chuckled. "So, there's more than just dildos?" He nodded. "Anything," I said. He put a towel on the bed, broke out the dildos and lubed them up. He had brought a kitchen chair into the bedroom for me to sit on. I sat beside the bed. I had seen him masturbate to orgasm after fucking me many times, but I had never seen his jerk himself off. He began stroking his cock. My face felt on fire. He stroked his dick for a few minutes and then pulled his legs up to his chest. He took the black dildo and pressed it against his hole. It was the type that had three balls stacked on each other, one larger than the other. He pressed and the first disappeared. Understanding that I'd be pressing that up my ass, I thought I could easily work that in. He moaned and stroked his cock and moved the first ball in and out of his ass. My cock was rock hard. I thought about stroking it, but I knew I'd be ready to come quickly. Then he pressed the dildo against his hole and the second and larger ball disappeared. He moaned loudly. I watched as he moved the dildo around and then pulled it out and then shoved it back in. He grunted. He worked the dildo in and out of his ass and breathed loudly. I realized that pre-cum was dripping down my cock. He glanced at me as I stared at the dildo buried in his hole. He said, "Most of the time I can't get the third one in, but I'll try." "Don't hurt yourself." "I won't." I watched him moving the dildo. The second ball went in and out of his hole. With both hands on the base of the dildo, he pressed hard. I moved so as to see it go in. I glanced at him. We made eye contact. He was fucking himself, the second ball going in and out and then he pressed hard again and the third ball disappeared into his ass. He moaned as his body shook. "Fuck, Danny." He was breathing hard. He rolled over and got on his hands and knees. I could tell he was trying to push the dildo out. His hole would open revealing a good portion of the third ball, but then it would slide back in and he'd moan. "You want some help," I asked. "Yeah, but don't pull hard. Just a bit." I held the base of the dildo. As he pushed and the third ball began to emerge from his hole, I pulled gently. He was breathing hard and fast. I pulled a bit harder and out it came, the entire dildo all at once. His body went limp and he collapsed on the bed and began to laugh. He looked at me. I smiled at him. "Fuck, that was intense," he said. "Look at me," I said pointing to my cock. I was dripping pre-cum. That was incredible to watch. How's your hole?" He smiled. "Stretched." We both chuckled. I held the dildo and looked at it. "I'm sure I can get the second one in, but this third one." "That's fine." "What's the second dildo for?" I asked. "How about you do this one and then I'll do the second one." I lay on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest. I had a dildo of my own, but it was just an eight inch cock that I fucked myself with while I masturbated. It had a suction cup at the end of it. I'd slap it onto a wall in my apartment, back into it and thrust into it over and over as I masturbated, shooting my load on the floor. I took the dildo and pressed the first ball into my ass as I gently stroked my cock. I began fucking myself with it, pressing the first ball in and out of my ass. I glanced at Danny. His eyes were fixed on my hole. He wasn't stroking his cock, but it was hard and pointing to the ceiling. "Here goes," I said as I pressed the dildo hard against my ass. I felt my hole opening. I moaned loudly and then grunted as the second ball entire my ass. "Fuck," I called out, curling my toes. "Wow." I saw him move closer and lean over me so he could get a better view. I moved the dildo almost in a circular motion as I began to pull it out. I applied pressure and then pulled. My body shook. "Oh fuck," I said. "Hurt?" "No, but it kind of takes my breath away. Help me get in back in." He held the dildo and pressed. "Tell me if it's too much." "Do it." I felt him applying pressure and then I felt it pop into me. "Oh yeah, fuck." "I can pull it out while you're feeling what you're feeling." "Go for it." He pulled it out. I moaned and held my knees as my body shook. "Again." He pressed it in and pulled it out. "Again," I moaned. After trying to get the third ball into me, we had to stop. "There's no way I can do that one," I had to admit. "You made a great effort," he said and kissed me. He put more lube on the long dildo. He lay down on the bed, pulled his knees to his chest and put the dildo to his hole. I sat and watched. It went in easily. "How much of it can you get in?" "All of it," he said. "No way." He smiled at me and said, "And then you get to do it." "Fuck." He was fucking himself with the dildo and each time he pressed it further in. He had about a foot of it in when he stopped and slowly pressed it further. It seemed to not move. He took a deep breath, moved a bit and then he was able to push it further in. He continued to fuck himself and again each time he pressed the dildo further. It had what looked like a cock head at both ends. He had it pressed into him so that only the cock head stuck out. Then he pressed hard against it and it was all gone. "Fuck, Danny, you got it all in." "Here comes the kinky part," he said, looking at me. He put his feet up against the headboard of the bed and rolled his hips forward. I moved. His cock was over his mouth. "Oh fuck," I said as I watched four inches of his cock disappear into his mouth. He began rocking his body so that he was fucking his mouth. Then he pulled back and rubbed his cock head all over his face and moaned. He licked and sucked at his cock. He began gently stoking his cock, holding it with his thumb and forefinger. He licked and stroked and moaned. He ran his cock over his lips. He looked at me and said, "The dildo makes my orgasm extremely intense." "I'm sure." "You see my body is trying to push it out and I'm tightening my hole and pushing it back up into me." As he spoke I could see him tensing his buttocks. "The dildo is sliding over my prostate each time. Back and forth. I'm really close right now. You ready for this?" "Fuck yeah." He turned his head and opened his mouth. He was gently stroking his cock. Then he moaned loudly. His body tensed and streams of thick white cum exploded from his cock and into his mouth. I saw him swallow twice as I counted ten shots of cum entire his mouth. He slowly lowered his legs and turned onto his side. I watched as almost half of the dildo shot out of his ass. He reached around and pulled it out. He lay flat on the bed and breathed hard. I watched as his cock rested on his stomach and pulsed. Every once in a while he'd tremble all mover. "Are you still climaxing?" "Yes." After he relaxed for several minutes he moved off the bed. I said, "So, I know I can't suck my own cock. I've tried many times, but I just can't." "That's fine." "I've never had anything this long up my ass, but I'm determined," I said holding it. I lay down and pulled my knees to my chest. He said, "So, what's the longest you've had in you." "How long is your cock?" He laughed. "You'll hit a point where it feels like it won't go further but it will if you move it around and press gently." I worked the dildo into my ass and fucked myself with it. It felt fantastic. I had almost all of it in and was very much enjoying the feeling. I kept looking toward him. He would glance up at me and then focus on my hole. His cock was still hard. "How much more," I asked. "Just the head. And when you get that over your hole and it closes around it, you're going to feel the wave of sensations move through your body." I pressed it in and when it was beyond my hole and my hole closed around it, my body shook with pleasure. "Oh fuck," I called out. Then I felt my body trying to push the dildo out. "Tighten your hole and feel it move back over your prostate." "Oh fuck." "Keep doing that." I pulled my legs over my head. "Fuck, I'm so close," I moaned. He moved beside me. I looked at my cock. Pre-cum dripping into my mouth. I licked up hungrily. I couldn't believe how much I wanted to suck my cock but I couldn't. "Keep pressing the dildo back up," he said. "And just gently touched your cock head." I did what he said to do and I was shaking with pleasure. "Okay," he said. "Make yourself come when you want." I gently ran my fingers over my cock head and moved the dildo by squeezing my buttocks and then my climax hit. I began to shake. He put his hand against my hip and held me in place as cum streamed out of my cock. I don't think I've ever shot that much cum at one time. I moaned and swallowed and moaned and swallowed. When I stopped coming, I uncurled and turned as the he had. The dildo shot out of my ass. I felt him pull the rest of it out. I lay flat and road out the rest of my climax. He sat beside me on the bed and ran his hand over my chest as I began to relax. I looked at him. "Fuck, Danny. Fuck." He chuckled. I kept staring at him. "Why would you be nervous about this?" "Really? Can you just imagine me teaching a class to med students and them knowing that I suck my own cock and swallow my own cum while fucking myself with a dildo." I laughed. "Yeah, I guess so." We stared at each other. "I'll never tell." He lay beside me. We kissed. He said, "Look, Jason. You don't have to tell me your secret. I trust you and I really enjoyed what we did. "I trust you, too." I took a breath and said, "Actually, I want to tell you. I just hope it won't change anything." "Okay." "And before you ask question or say anything, please let me finish." "Okay." We lay beside each other on our sides facing each other. I started by telling him that when Andrew and I were very young we were molested. Then I talked about our bath time and then us masturbating together. I explained how I experiment with a good friend and then how Andrew and I became sexually involved. Danny reach out at one point and took my hand. He seemed almost in tears. My anxiety hit a high as I said, "When we were reunited," I sighed. "We very quickly wound up in bed. Until he moved to New York, we were involved as boyfriends." Silence. "Can I talk now?" "Yes." "I don't have questions. First, I want to say that I felt so sad listening to you. I knew a lot of what you said, but over time. Hearing it in this way," he sighed. "You're worried that I'll judge you about you and Andrew being lovers in the past and you hoping it will happen again?" "Yes." "No judgement here. I think it would be really hard to do. I get that he's changed his name, but you'll have to live your lives maintaining the secret. That's a fucking big weight. Here's what I believe. We love who we love. If you pull this off , you and Andrew have a lot more than I'll probably ever have." Silence. "I hope it works out for the two of you. I hope you and he will let me be a friend, that you won't toss me aside because we had sex." "No, I want you to be my friend forever." "Good." He smiled. "What?" I asked. He chuckled. "Can I watch?" I smiled. "Watch what?" "Two brothers sucking and fucking. Hot fantasy. I can sit there and jerk off. You won't even know I'm there." We both laughed. I touched his face. "You know, you really should see my therapist and fix you're broken heart. You're too nice a guy to just have a friend with benefits relationship." "Maybe some broken people can't be fixed." "Yeah, but maybe you're not one." We went at each other again. We cuddled for a while and then went to sleep. My therapist was right. I did love Danny, but as a friend, a dear friend. An added plus was that he was so good in bed. The next morning I asked Danny if he thought I was controlling. He stared at me and then said, "Yes." I was surprised. I really expected him to say no. "Why? I mean how am I controlling?" "Well, first let me say that I ignore you most of the time." "Okay." "I think one of your favorite words in should. You should hang your towels like this so that they will dry or they'll stay damp. You should throw you trash more often. You don't use a lot of milk. Why do you buy the half gallon. I'm happy with the way I do things. I don't need anyone telling me what to do or how to live." "I'm just suggesting that," "I would imagine if we lived together you'd drive me nuts. But I've just come to understand that part of what happens when we get together is that at least once or twice you'll tell me what I should do differently. One time you even commented on how I shave. It's like you're my parent, except she never did this controlling thing that you do." "Why is it controlling?" "You're saying you know better and I should do it the way you do things. I do things the way I do them and I don't need anyone telling me otherwise. It's the way you approach things and express yourself." "I just," "Example. You could have said, if you ever want to see a good therapist I can give you my therapists name. Instead you said that I should go into therapy to get fixed. I get where you are coming from. I get that you want wonderful things for me. But you approach it as if you know what I should or shouldn't do. When you told me about you and your brother I don't think I said you should or shouldn't do it. What I said was I hope you can work it out and that it will hard because of the added burden of maintaining the lie. I guess I could have said that you shouldn't do it. But who am I to decide what you should do and shouldn't do." I sighed. "I'm not trying to be controlling, I just think," "That you know better than I do and I should listen to you and do what you say." "Fuck. Is that how it sounds." "Yes." Over the next six months Danny and I continued to see each other, going out for dinner and have great sex. I tried hard to give up on the `should talk' but found it hard, which bothered me. Was it really that much of a part of me. I talked to my therapist at length about it. He agreed that although my intention was caring and explained how when I was a child Andrew and my life depended on it, as an adult it would lead to problems. I talked to Andrew four or five times a week and found myself fighting my impulse to direct him one way or another. Finally, I got up the courage to ask him why he chose to leave California. I was sure it was something that I did or said. He called to tell me that he and David were no longer living together. I wanted to tell him that it was long overdue, but instead I just asked how he was doing. He cried and talked about how lonely he felt and how separating from someone he loved was extremely hard for him even when he knew it was for the best. He was in therapy and dealing with his depression. "I don't know if this is the right time to ask this, but I never really understood why you left California to go to school back east." Silence. "I am and have been sorry that I did, but," Silence. "So, I applied to a lot of schools. I was surprised that I was accepted to both Cornell and Davis. I had decided that I'd go to Davis, but then I talked to the twins." "The Greene guys you lived with." "Yeah. They both said that if they had to do it over they wouldn't have been lovers. That it was so hard and made their lives difficult at best. They told me that I should leave California, stop seeing you, start a life separate from you and then later, once I had a life-partner re-establish a brother relationship with you. They said that if I stayed with you, I'd be miserable." I felt my face burning hot. "I was feeling like you were going to run my life like when we were kids. But I had been letting them run my life too. Now I wish I had never listened to them. I hate that I listened to them. But I always listen to people because I'm afraid that if I don't they'll leave me and I'll be scared and alone again." "Fuck, Drew. This fucked both of us up." "Yeah. You didn't fuck things up. You saved us. But when we got separated I think I got really scared and crazy and never wanted to be separated from anyone again. Please don't think it was you." "I get it." "Jas, I can't let people do this to me." "You mean me." "Anyone. That's why I asked you not to talk about David. I had to do this myself. Now he's gone. I'm sad and depressed about being alone but not about what I decided to do. No regrets about him leaving. But I have regrets about leaving California and you. Do you get it?" "Yes. Drew, I love you. If you come back and if you want us to be together, I will do my best to let you be you and make your own decisions. I promise." "I love you, too. I think that's what I want too. I have another year here. I'm not going to date anyone. I'm going to focus on me. But I did decide that I'm coming back to California. I've already started looking for where I can work in Northern California." Tears filled my eyes. "Whether we are lovers or best friends, it will be great to have you back here." He began to sob. "Thank you," he said. "I worried that you'd be angry at me and not want me if I wouldn't be your lover." "Never." The next months in therapy were difficult. Instead of going once a week I started going twice a week. As I began working with children and understanding that some of the children I saw were actually being abused, which meant that I had to report this to social services and watch as they were separated from their parents, the old emotions associated with my own childhood flooded my waking and sleeping hours. When Danny had a hard day at work, due to a very sick child, he'd want to be alone. But one night he called and asked if I was free and if I would consider coming over. I said yes. He asked if it was okay if I not ask about his day and not expect to have sex. I said yes. I arrived at about 9 pm. We sat on his balcony and drank wine and talked about life in San Francisco. I could tell he was depressed. When we went to bed, he asked that I just hold him until he feel asleep. I did. After that, when I had a bad day, when I had to report the abuse of a child and watch a family being pulled apart, I'd sometimes ask the same in return. He never refused. Andrew was sounding stronger, less depressed and looking forward to moving back to California. I was excited but also getting ready to deal with the disappointment of us just being brothers and not lovers. Danny told me that he noticed a real change in my attitude. He said, `I don't know if it's due to your therapy, or working with kids, but you seem a lot less rigid." "Rigid. I've never thought of myself that way." "Well, maybe it's the wrong word. Maybe a lot more accepting, less like you know it all and can fix it all." "I think it's my therapy, but also, I think it's the work and being with you. I think as hard as it had been for me to wait for Andrew to decide what's best for him and knowing that that is what is best for both of us and giving up on the idea that I know better has humbled me." "If it's okay with you, I'd like to see your therapist." "Yes, for sure. Why have you decided on this now?" "Well, my guess is that Andrew will probably come back and open his heart to you. Our relationship will change. It will be an adjustment for me and I'm thinking that I could use it to again feel abandoned or I can use it to move to having a love relationship with someone." I gave him my therapist's information.