Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2019 19:21:00 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I Didn't pee the bed Part Six 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. 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'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! I Didn't Pee The Bed, part Six By Anthony Scordato "Hey, Jason." "Hey. How was school?" We started walking home. "Good. I got an A on my math test. I have an A in there." "Great." "What did you do today?" "Hung out with James." "You guys mess around and stuff?" "Yeah. A lot like last time." "Cool. I wish Eric wanted to do stuff." "He doesn't?" "No. He says it's fine to jerk off your buddy, but even though he sucks his own dick he'd never suck another guys dick." "What did you say?" "That I agreed." He glanced at me. "I guess it was okay to lie, right?" "Perfectly fine. You and I don't lie to each other, but it's your business what you like to do." "He says if you suck a guys dick you're gay." He glanced at me. "I guess I'm gay." "James says he's bisexual because he likes to do stuff with guys and with girls. Would you like to do stuff with girls?" He chuckled. "I've never liked that." He glanced at me. "Now that you're in high school do you wish you could do stuff with girls?" "No. Just between you and me. I'm gay too." "Yeah, I kind of figured that. But I meanÉ does James like to fuck a guy and stuff like that?" I nodded. "That's what you guys did?" "Yeah." He nodded. "You okay with that?" James was the first person other than Andrew that I had ever had any kind of sexual contact. "Yeah, sure. I mean if Eric would do stuff I would do it with him. Someday I'll have a best friend that wants to." "I'm sure you will. You're one hot looking dude." He laughed. I leaned in and whispered, "And you give the best head." He laughed again. "So do you. And now I'm horny." "You're always horny." He smiled. I said, "You wanting me to give you head when we get home or fuck me." "Ahhh," he said thinking. "I think I could do both." "Do you have home work?" "Yeah, but not that much." "How about I give you head. Then we get to our homework." "You didn't have school today." "Yeah, but I got this fuckin' paper to write over the long weekend. After we get some homework done, you can fuck me." "Cool." As soon as we got home he undressed and put a sweatshirt and sweat pants on. He sat on the sofa and pulled his sweat pants down to his ankles. I, too, changed. When I entered the living room, he was sitting with a hard on and smiled at me. I chuckled, got on my knees and went down on him. I enjoyed giving James head, mostly because I enjoyed sucking cock. But with Andrew it was different. I enjoyed sucking cock, but more than that I wanted to pleasure him. I knew what he enjoyed. Twenty minutes of having his cock licked and sucked on Ð edging him over and over. When I decided to let him come, I first pulled his legs up and licked his butt hole, spiting and probing it with my tongue. I slid my finger into his hole and then took him deep into my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth as I massaged his prostate. And then what I loved happened. He moaned, groaned and exploded into my mouth. His legs shook, his body quaked and then he collapsed. I sat back on my legs and watched him trying to collect himself. He smiled at me. "That was good." I smiled. "Someday I'll be as good a cock sucker as you." He laughed. We sat at the table and did homework. I helped him with his math and concentrated on my English paper. As I cooked dinner I thought about the fact that I had four loads of cum in my stomach Ð three of James' and one of Andrew's. I remembered how when I fucked him and he jerked off, cum shot all over him. My cock got hard. I liked the fact that after coming four times that day I was still pulling wood. I wondered if after Andrew fucked me before bedtime, if he'd want to give me head. Andrew's thirteenth birthday was at the end of February. As the day approached I told him that I had a special gift for him. He was excited. We were just finishing breakfast on a Saturday morning. The apartment was very cold. He and I were dressed in sweat pants and hoodies. I told him that on the day of his birthday, he'd have to stay home alone for about a half-hour while I went out and bought his gift. "You think Mom will remember it's my birthday?" he asked. "Maybe." He and I knew that she hadn't acknowledged our birthdays for the last couple of years. She typically left food and picked up whatever bills we had while we were in school Ð usually on Mondays and/or Thursdays. His birthday would fall on a Wednesday this year. "I don't think she will." I felt bad for him. "Don't worry about it. I have something special for you." "It's something you have to buy?" "Yes." "Can I say what I want for my birthday and it doesn't cost anything." "Oh yeah." I thought I knew what that was Ð sex. "Sex. But you usually get that anyway," I said and smiled. "I know, but this is different." I stared at him wondering what he had in mind. My cock started moving in my pants. "Okay, what is it that you want?" "Well," he said and smiled. "So, yeah, sex. But since it's my birthdayÉ So, like for the weekend after my birthday we do stuff, but you can't say no, or lets wait or later, you know stuff like that." I laughed. "You want to be the boss." "Total boss and you have to say, `yes, yes, yes' to whatever I want to do," he said blushing. "Wow." "So, do you say yes?" I noticed the bulge in his sweat pants. "Sure, why not. But on my birthday, I get a weekend." He smiled and nodded. "You can have a whole week." I laughed. Then I wondered what he had in mind. "I know what you're going to buy." "Oh yeah, and what's that?" "A cupcake." "Not even close." The week of his birthday my mother showed up on a Monday, picked up the gas bill, left a typical stash of food and nothing more. "Maybe she'll stop by on Wednesday," I told him. "No, she won't and I don't care." The day of his birthday, I set the alarm a half-hour early and gave him a blowjob Ð the kind he loves, slow and long. When I picked him at school, I reminded him that after we got home, I'd be heading out. The last time we were at Safeway, I noticed the type of pizza James and I had and how much it cost. I went under the bed and took out the right amount of cash and headed to the store. I had to decide on what type of pizza to buy. The one I had with James was a pepperoni pizza. I loved it and I was sure Andrew would also. I also bought a box of candles. When I arrived back at the apartment, I opened the door and told him he had to go into the bedroom. Then I went into the kitchen and unwrapped the pizza and put it in the oven, but didn't turn it on. It was only 4:30. "Where is it?" he said coming out of the bedroom. "You have to wait. Sit down, I have something else for you." He smiled, pulled down his sweats and sat on the sofa. Again, I gave him head the way he loves Ð long and slow. After he came, I turned on the oven. "What's in there?" "You're gift." "What is it?" "You can't see until it's done." Soon the smell of the pizza filled the room. "What is that? It smells so good." I made him stay in the bedroom as I checked the pizza. When it was done, I took it out and let it rest for ten minutes. Then I put it on the table and put candles on it, lit them and call him into the kitchen and sang happy birthday. He had the biggest smile on his face. "Pizza. Oh fuck. Really? You bought pizza." "Happy Birthday." "Oh my God, Jason." "Okay, so be careful. It's hot. Don't burn your mouth." We ate that pizza like we hadn't eaten in a week. We had two pieces left over. "We can have them later, or for breakfast," he said. "You liked it." "It's the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you. You are the best brother ever." I smiled. He had always been so easy to please and thankful. We both had homework, so we sat and did that. Then it was time for bed and more play. He decided that he wanted to give me head and then fuck me. When we got home on Friday we found food. Again, there was nothing for Andrew's birthday. Neither of us said anything. Saturday morning he woke me with my cock in his mouth. Saturday and Sunday were his days to be boss. I put my hand on his head and said, "I've got to pee." We both got up and peed and headed back to bed. I lay back so he could do his thing. He lay beside me. I said, "I'm ready for whatever you want," and smiled. He leaned over and put his mouth to mine. We kissed. I was surprised when he pressed his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues met. He sighed and moved on top of me. Soon our kissing became more aggressive, which surprised me even more. I felt his erection pressing against my stomach and mine pressing against his. He pressed his erection hard against me. I bit at his chin. He bit at mine. I grabbed his head and turned it so I could get to his neck and ear. I licked and bit. He moaned loudly. Soon our kissing was passionate. He bit at my neck and licked my ear. I did the same to him. I pushed him down on the bed and lay on top of him. Again, we kissed. Then he was on top of me. My entire body was responding to what we were doing. He began moving down on me. I was amazed at what had just happened and how turned on I was. He passed right by my junk, lifted my legs and spit on my hole. With his tongue he wet my ass and then spit on his cock. He looked up at me and pressed his cock against my hole and slid in. I moaned loudly and spread my legs wide. He lay on top of me and put his mouth to mine. We kissed. He thrust. Licking, biting, moaning and fucking Ð he was having his way with me and I was enjoying it more than I could have imagined. He was pounding my ass hard. "Fuck me, Drew. Hard." My cock was rock hard. He pulled his cock from my ass and then went back into me hard. "Oh fuck." He pulled off of me, pressed my legs to my chest and fucked me hard and deep. I half sat up so I could see his cock sliding into me. I grunted. He moaned. Then he pressed hard against me and called out, "Oh fuck, I coming." He collapsed on top of me as his dick slid out of my ass. I held him. We were both breathing hard. "Fuck, Drew, what got into you?" He chuckled. "Is this what the rest of the weekend is going to be like?" "Yes," he said smiling. "Well, that's great. And where did that come from?" "That's the way they did it in that porn we saw at Eric's house." "Yeah, I guess so." "Did you like it?" "Look at how hard my cock his." He wrapped his fingers around my cock and squeezed. He looked up at me and smiled. He lay beside me and pulled me on top of him. Face to face, I said, "It's your weekend. What do you want?" "What I did to you." We kissed. I thrust my erection into his junk. He was still hard. Again our kissing turned passionate. I went down on him and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste his cum on his dick. I pulled back his legs and licked and probed his ass with my tongue. "That feels so good," he moaned. I pressed my cock against his hole and glanced up at him as I slowly entered him. He didn't wince. He moaned and then smiled. I lay on him as he spread his legs wide. I pressed farther into him. We kissed. I had never fucked him hard, certainly not as hard as I fucked James. But as we kissed and as our passions seemed to take over, I began thrust hard. He held me and grunted, "Yeah, like that." As I tensed and relaxed my body as I thrust into him, I felt cum dripping from my ass. The feeling reminded me of him being inside of me and that excited me even more. "Oh fuck," I moaned. I dug my toes into the mattress and pressed hard against him. My body shook as I began to come. He bit down on my neck, which sent a wave of chills through my body. I came hard and then collapsed on him. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and held me against him. "Fuck, Drew. That was incredible." "I love it when you get crazy like that." "Crazy?" "Yeah, really turned on. I like it when you're like that." "Yeah, I like it when you're like that too." We kissed. We didn't bother to dress. Instead we each grabbed a blanket and put it over our shoulders and wrapped ourselves in it. We had left over pizza for breakfast and it was good. He wanted to go back to the bedroom. We got onto the bed. He turned so we were head to toe. Both covered in blankets, we feasted on each other's hard cock. Drew was never quick to get to the orgasm part of sex, he could spend hours sucking cock and having his cock sucked. Each time one of us got close, he insisted that we take a break. We eventually moved to the sofa and lay head to toe. After over two hours of giving each other head, I announced, "I'm getting close." He took me deep into his mouth and bobbed up and down. "Oh fuck," I called out. "Fuck." My legs tensed and shook. He moaned and kept bobbing up and down. My climax hit and then I felt cum pulse through my cock. "Fuck, Drew." As cum exploded into his mouth, he moaned and kept licking and sucking at my cock. "Fuck." Breathing hard and still climaxing, I took him into my mouth. Moments later, while still sucking my cock, he began to cum and he came hard giving me a huge load of his boy juice. He turned and put his arms around me. We held each other, engulfed in our blankets, for a long while and didn't speak. We decided to make a list of all the different positions we could think of in which to fuck and where. We grouped them into categories: standing, on one's knees, lying down. Under each we put subcategories of positions such as lying down on one's stomach or back and standing but bent over or standing erect or standing and bent over the arm of the sofa or the kitchen table. We came up with eleven different positions. Then we did the same for giving head. We decided that over the weekend we'd try them all as we spent sometimes two hours sucking and fucking before we'd have an orgasm. Then we'd rate each position, top and bottom. We kissed, sucked and fucked our way through the weekend. Sunday night we feel into bed sexually exhausted. "So, how was your birthday gift," I said, while he played with my flaccid cock. "The best. Thank you." "It was fun," I said. "Can we still kiss when we mess around? I mean I know it was part of my birthday present, butÉ" "Yes." "Cool. I really like kissing you." "I really like kissing you, too." He turned toward the wall and pressed his butt against my junk. I put my arm over his and held him against me. Minutes later he was asleep. My mother showed up on Monday of the last week in February while we were at school. Again I left the bills for her. She left food, the rent receipt for March and two dollars. Nothing special for Andrew. As always, when I had to consider her, think about her or acknowledge her as our mother, a quick and strong feeling of anger flooded my body. My stomach roiled and my teeth clenched. But I'd push it all aside and excitedly tell Andrew, that `Mom left us food'. I knew he was happier with her not being with us. But I wished he had someone to be his mother. Spring break was the end of March. James said to me on our way to our algebra class on Monday afternoon, "We have a whole week off in three weeks and my parents are working most of that time." "Most?" "Well, my mother is taking two days off - Thursday and Friday. So we'll have Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. We should try to figure out a way to dump the kids and have another day like we had alone." "I can't dump Andrew. Can't we lock them in Eric's room, like in the morning and then hang with them and watch porn in the afternoon." "Yeah, I suppose. I'll talk to Eric." James and I shared a table in algebra. Each table had two chairs. There were four rows of tables with six tables in each row. We sat in the first row but at the last table. While the teacher was writing on the board, James whispered, "I can't wait until break." I smiled and nodded. We both sat and took notes. I noticed him glance around. Then he took my wrist and pulled my hand to his junk and pressed my hand into him. I could feel his erection. I smiled and shook my head. "Be careful," I said. He scooted his chair closer to the table. He seemed to be touching himself. He again glanced around and took my hand and pushed it under the table. His cock was out of his joggers. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked it a couple of times. I leaned in and said, "You're crazy." He put his hand over my hand and kept me stroking his cock. He then reached over and pressed his hand into my crotch. I ran my finger over the head of his cock. I felt the wetness of his pre-cum. I didn't want to let go of his cock but I did. He pulled the front of his joggers up. While looking up to the front of the class, he pressed his hand into my junk. Of course, I was hard. He smiled. He tried to unzip my jeans. I unzipped them. He slid his hand in, worked his way around my boxers and got his hand on my cock. He played with the head of my dick for a while and then, much to my displeasure he pulled his hand away. I whispered, "You've got me crazy horny." He smiled. "Me too." I noticed that he was pinching the head of his cock through his joggers and pressing it against his stomach, moving it from side to side. He stared at our teacher as he continued moving his cock. I'd glance to the front of the class and then look down at what he was doing. He continued moving his cock over his stomach. He then stopped and sighed. He looked at me and smiled. He pulled the front of his joggers down. We both glanced down at his stomach. His lower stomach was wet with cum. He smiled at me. All afternoon, all I could think about was James and what we might do over spring break. By the time I got home, I was as horny as I had ever been. Of course, so was Andrew. "I'm really horny," I said closing the door and putting on the chain. "Good." I smiled. "I'd really like to fuck you." "Good. Then I'm going to fuck you." "Sounds good," I said as we undressed. We decided that our favorite positions were where we were face to face. Either he or I would be on our back while the other sat on the other's cock, or the bottom was on his back and the top fucked him. He lay on his back and lifted his legs. I pressed into him, lay on him and kissed him while I fucked him. As I got close, he said, "Can you come in my mouth?" "I'm close." He nodded. I kept fucking. I pulled out of him and said, "I'm going to come." He spun around as I moved toward him. He took my cock into his mouth as I began to come. I came hard and a lot as he moaned, taking my load. I collapsed on the bed. He lay beside me. "It's cool when you're really horny." I smiled. "Give me a minute." He fucked me the way Andrew fucks. He took his time, moving us into different positions and them came in my mouth. By Friday of that week, I became concerned because my mother hadn't shown up to drop off food. We were down to rice and peanut butter and jelly and a half brick of cheese. Andrew became concerned, not about her, but about us not having food over the weekend because my mother never showed up on weekends. "I've got money," I said. "We can buy bread and hot dogs." The weekend went by and sure enough she never showed. I knew she'd drop stuff off on Monday. Mondays and Thursdays were her normal food days. But Monday came and went and no food. Again, I dug into our savings and went to the grocery store. Two days later I was back again, trying to buy as little as possible, hoping she'd show up. She had not shown up for a week in the past, but this was longer than before. I began to worry. It was then the third week of March and she had not been to the apartment since the last week of February. We were almost out of money. Andrew expressed concern, but I told him we had plenty of money and he had nothing to worry about. I lied. James was excited about the next week when we'd be able to be alone, but all I could think about was how Andrew and I would eat after another week without my mother dropping off food. "I talked to Eric again," James whispered to me in our way to our algebra class. "I told him that you'd let him jerk you off if they'd hang out in the mornings in his room. Then we'll have lunch and we'll watch porn with them. That will give us time to fuck." "Sounds great," I said and thought that at least Andrew and I would have something to eat for lunch. "One week from today, you're going to pound my ass and I'm going to pound yours," he said in a whisper as class started. I watched as he started calculating something. Soon I realized it was the number of hours until next Monday morning. "You're giving me wood," I said, as I heard the classroom door open. We all looked to the front of the class to see a man and woman entered the class and talk to the teacher. He pointed to me. I watched as the man and woman looked my way. Then they walked to the back of the classroom. "Jason McMahon," the man said. My stomach sunk. My insides began to shake. "Yeah, that me." "Can you come with us, please?" "I've got algebra right now. What's this about?" "We need to talk to you. Please get up." "I can't miss this class. How about if I meet you later?" The man wrapped his hand around my upper arm and pulled at me. James said, "Hey dude. He said he has to stay in class. Get your hands off him." The teacher walked back and said, "Jason, you have to go with them. He's a policeman and she's from social services." I shook my head. "No. I don't want to go. I didn't do anything." The policeman said, "You're not in trouble, son. This is about your mother." Tears filled my eyes. I kept shaking my head as he pulled me from my seat. I grabbed my stuff and looked toward James.