My
Little Brother's Feet
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Kewl Dad
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My
Little Brother's Feet
Chapter
21
The
trouble continues
I
missed two days of school but after I visited our family doctor on
Tuesday he declared I was well enough to go back Wednesday. Doc Kelly
is a really cool guy and I respect him a lot but when he asked my mom
to leave the room so he could have a man to man talk with me I almost
freaked. Could a doctor tell if a guy have been having sex? Suddenly I
was terrified that he might ask me if I was a rump ranger and had I
been getting it up the butt lately, but that was crazy. He hadn't even
looked at my butt, just my ears and eyes and thumped my chest and
listened to my heart. My heart! Could he tell it was broken? I was
trembling by the time Doc Kelly sat down on his little stool and rolled
over to where I sat pulling on my tee shirt.
"Dommie, I can't
believe how you have
grown since your last checkup," he always called me Dommie and that
made me like him even more. He looked at his chart and said, "It's been
about six months but you have certainly changed," he laughed softly and
patted my leg, "Thirteen now, I remember when I was thirteen...."
"Yes sir," I said nervously,
"Am...am I
really okay, or are you going to tell me some bad news."
"Why would you think
that Dommie, do you
feel okay?"
I nodded, "Yes sir,
a little tired, but
I
feel okay. What exactly happened to me?"
He paused for a
moment and seemed to be
considering what to say, "Dommie, have you been under any kind of
stress lately? I mean anything out of the ordinary," he laughed, "I
mean just being 13 must be stressful enough. Any problems at school,
that sort of thing?"
"I..uh, don't know
what you mean," I
lied, I knew exactly what he meant, but how did he know?
"Well,
see what happened to you
is the sort of thing that usually happens to adults who get too
stressed out. Their body reacts in the only way it knows how and sort
of shuts down to end the stress. You said you ran all the way to your
friend's house, was there some special reason you went to see him? Did
the two of you have a fight or something?"
God,
what was he doing, reading my mind? "We,
uh...were...I
mean...sort of," I said blushing.
He nodded
as if he understood
exactly. "Is everything alright now?"
No,
I cheated on him and hurt him so bad and now he won't talk to
me
or return my calls and I think I've lost him forever.
"Yes sir,
just fine," I lied. I knew he must've seen through me, but like I said
he was a cool guy for a doctor.
"Good,
just try not to get so
worked up from now on. This sort of thing could lead to other more
serious problems. Any questions for me?" he added taking me by surprise.
"Uh, like
what?" I asked. He had
got my curiosity up.
"Well,
you're 13 now and there
must be a lot of changes going on," he lowered his gaze to my crotch
causing me to blush, smiled and continued, "down there and it's been my
experience that boys don't ask those kind of questions of their parents
or teachers and as a doctor I can answer them in a clinical way and
avoid any embarrassment and it's strictly between you and me."
"I...uh,
well...I pretty much
know everything...you know...the Internet and stuff," I stuttered.
He patted
my leg and stood up,
"Ah, yes the Internet. I wish they had had that around when I was a
boy, I had to learn the hard way. Well, if you ever do have any
questions or problems you can always call me here, okay Dommie?"
I nodded, but I doubted
he'd want to hear any questions a gay boy had about his body or sex. He
would probably puke if he knew I was a butt bandit. I almost laughed at
my own joke. But he took my smile to be a friendly one and he patted my
back and called to my mom to come back in.
"I think Dommie can go back
to school tomorrow. Just take it easy young man, and if you have any
more dizzy spells or nausea be sure to tell your mom so we can check
you out again. To be honest I think you just over taxed your body. The
stress of the run to your friend's house and you being upset triggered
a panic attack and that was what caused your episode. All the tests
came back negative and you seem to be as healthy as a 13 year old. Oh,
wait you are a 13 year old, " he laughed and so did we. He was a cool
guy and I was relieved that I wasn't dying even if I didn't have much
to live for if Buster dumped me.
"I'm going to have Louis
schedule an appointment for one month from today, if by that time there
have been no further problems you can either cancel or I will be glad
to see him again and make sure. I trust your mother's instincts," he
said smiling at my mom. I could tell she thought he was handsome and
nice and that made me feel funny. I never really thought about my folks
liking other people and I realized in a way Buster and I were sort of
like my folks. Maybe we weren't legally married but we loved each other
and cared about each other, well at least Buster used to, and if it was
bad for married people to cheat then it was probably bad for us to
cheat too.
I really wanted to stay home
the rest of the week and it wasn't
because I didn't like school, it was because I didn't know if I could
face Buster after all that had happened, but the doctor had said I was
well enough to go and that was that.
I barely slept that night
and when
I got up to get ready for school I felt sick at my stomach but I wasn't
going to play that card. I took it like a man and ate my Pop Tarts and
climbed on that bus and there was Buster sitting in our seat on the
back row. I didn't know what to do. Should I go sit by him as if
nothing had happened or sit somewhere else and maybe make things worse.
I chose to sit by him if only because I had always done that and if he
wanted me to go, I would, but it would be his choice not mine.
As I
approached he looked up and
smile weakly, "Hey," he said sounding sad and distant.
"Hey, all better.
The doc says I can go
back to school so here I am," I said realizing how lame I sounded.
"I'm glad, you had
us worried," he said
looking out the window and then back at me. He looked older and his
eyes looked red or at least tired, "my folks almost freaked when they
found out you keeled over at my house while they were gone."
"I...I'm sorry," I
said and I hoped he
understood that I didn't just mean about keeling over at his place, but
for everything I had done."
"Yeah, I know," he said
softly then looked
out the window again.
"I...I can sit somewhere else
if you want," I
said feeling ready to cry.
He turned back around and looked at me
with a frown
and said, "Stop making yourself the victim here, okay. I didn't say you
couldn't sit here. Do what you want, but don't lay a guilt trip on me,
okay?"
I didn't trust myself to
speak for fear I
would break down and ball, so I just nodded and leaned back and sat
there in silence.
He turned back to the window and didn't speak again for so long I
thought he was never going to.
"You really hurt me,
you know
that.....and I don't know if I can ever trust you again, but...." he
lowered his voice so only I could hear, "I still love you, but I don't
want to be with you right now. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm
not telling you to go or that you can't talk to me and stuff, but for
right now...we're not together like we were, okay?"
Again I
nodded but tears were
welling up in my eyes and I felt cold all over. I had brought this on
myself and I had no one to blame but me, but that was little comfort to
a 13
year old boy in love. I didn't move or utter a sound for the rest of
the ride and when we got to school we split up and went to our
separate lockers and classes. We always sat together at lunch but I
didn't know if he'd want that or if I did if he was going to give me
the silent treatment so I skipped lunch and went to the school library
and thumbed through the For Boys Only that used to get me so
excited before I learned all about sex first hand. I had to laugh at
some of the stuff in there and I finally shut the book and just sat
there and day dreamed till the bell rang.
Last year
we had had sixth hour
math together but this year we actually had two classes together, one
right after lunch and last hour PE and I dreaded both that day. I
managed to get seated before Buster came in and I didn't even look up
as he passed my desk. If he wanted to 'not be together' then I would
respect that and not force myself on him. It was amazing how I had
suddenly made myself the injured party, but I guess that's a survival
technique, because anger sure beats sadness. If he wanted to play this
game, I could play it too. Tomorrow I'd sit at the front of the bus and
ignore him. That would teach him.
Sometimes I hated
myself for the way I
behaved
back then, but I was young and stupid and inexperienced and that's just
how I dealt with my sadness. I swept it under the rug and replaced it
with anger and self righteous indignation and that's how I survived
those awful days when Buster and I were apart.
PE was a
real nightmare. First of
all we had to play a game of b-ball and Buster was a skin and I had to
stare at his smooth perfect chest the whole game. I purposely avoided
one on one interaction but once the ball was passed off to me and when
I went in to make the shot Buster came bounding up trying to steal the
ball and he made me so nervous I queered the shot and the skins
recovered the ball and we lost the game. I didn't care about the damn
game but I felt like Buster had purposely tried to embarrass me in
front of the other boys by causing me to screw up the shot.
In the
showers I made sure I was
as far away from Buster as I could and this kid named John shared my
stall. He was a tall skinny kid but I knew him from English class and
he seemed pretty cool. He watched me for a minute and acted like he
wanted to say something and my first thought was, Oh, shit he thinks I'm
hot and wants my
body and that's all I need,
but I was just stroking my own ego and when he spoke I realized that
maybe Buster and I weren't as big a secret as we'd thought.
"You and
Buster mad at each other
or something?" he asked soaping up his skinny chest. I caught a glimpse
of his junk from the corner of my eye and noticed he had tons
of
hair, but I really wasn't interested in that right then.
"Nah,
he's always a dick," I said
laughing and trying to pass it off as a joke.
He nodded
but I could tell he
wasn't buying it, "Just wondered you too are always so close,
like....uh, best friends or whatever. I never see one of ya without the
other. Not my business but I hope you two get over it. I think it's
cool." He said smiling and suddenly I liked him a lot. He wasn't being
nosy, he really cared and that was cool. I wished I had good
news for him, but I didn't, not at that moment anyway.
I hurried and got dressed
and
beat Buster to the bus and took a seat at the front and leaned back and
closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep or resting but I knew exactly
when he climbed aboard and passed by me. It is like a sixth sense or
something I guess, cause even to this day I can tell when he is nearby
and that day I felt his presence as if it were a biting hungry physical
force.
After he
passed I opened my eyes
and when the bus started moving I risked a quick look back to see if he
was watching me, but he was talking to a kid behind him and didn't even
look my way. I felt a gnawing in my gut and tears came to my eyes, he
didn't even care that I wasn't sitting next to him, and he was having a
good time talking to some kid I didn't even know. Was he already working on
a replacement?
That
had to be the
longest bus ride of my life and for once I was glad my stop was before
Buster's. As I stood to get off I looked back to see if he was looking
my way but his head was down but at least he wasn't talking to some
other boy or having a good time. If I couldn't have him I didn't want
anyone else to, isn't that about as immature as you can get. I sounded
like a....a...girl and I hated myself.
I went
straight to my room when I
got home but didn't even bother to change like I usually do. I just
fell across my bed and bawled like a little bitch till Joey came in a
little later and sat down beside me on the bed. He didn't ask what was
wrong, he knew, and he didn't try to tell me things would be better or
any bullshit like that he just rubbed my back and sat by me and once I
even thought he was crying too, but I fell asleep and didn't wake up
till my mom called me to dinner.
I wiped
my eyes and washed my
face and went down but I really didn't feel much like eating. Mom had
fixed spaghetti and garlic bread, one of my favorites so I tried to eat
a little and wound up eating a lot. Mom's cooking is just too hard to
resist even when you have a broken heart.
My dad
seemed really quiet and I
wondered if he was having second thoughts about having a faggot for a
son, but he smiled at me a couple of times and so I guess maybe I
wasn't what was on his mind after all. Mom talked all through dinner
and Joey always had lots to say so it wasn't like it was quiet or
anything and no one pressed me to talk so I didn't. I excuse myself and
took my plate to the kitchen and went up to take a shower and as I was
getting my underwear I glanced out my window and I could clearly see
Jason staring across at me. When he saw me he waved and I waved back
but I wasn't in any mood to do more after all that had happened and I
suddenly realized that I didn't really feel anything for Jason any
more. That made me hate myself even more. I had used him for sex and
ruined what I had for Buster and now Jason might wind up with a broken
heart too. Man, I was a royal piece of shit.
I went in
a took a long hot
shower and tried to think. What could I do? Buster wasn't buying the
"I'm so sorry" bullshit and I didn't love Jason. Would I wind up alone?
I leaned against the shower wall and let the hot water run over my head
and down my back and it tickle my butt as it ran down between my legs.
I felt my pucker clench and I longed to have Buster inside me and then
I cried again. What the hell had I done? I had the best boyfriend in
the world and the coolest little brother and parents who accepted that
I was gay and had practically given me and Buster permission to do
whatever we wanted in bed and I fucked it all up. Man what a
jerk
I was.
My tears finally dried up
and I got out of the shower. I didn't feel much like doing anything and
I was glad I didn't have any homework so I went to bed early. My mom
came in about 9 and kissed me goodnight and asked me I was feeling
alright and I told her I was just tired, but moms know things and she
must've seen right through me and yet she didn't push me and I loved
her more than ever for that. She kissed me goodnight and left and I
tried to sleep but there was too much going on in my head so I just lay
there and suddenly there was a knock on my door and when I
told
whoever it was to come in my dad walked in and sat down on my bed.
My heart
was beating so fast I
thought I might pull another trick like I had done at Buster's and when
he spoke I think I jumped a foot and he laughed.
"Dommie,
son...are you sure
you're alright? I mean I know the doctor says you are, but you know how
you feel. Your mother and I are worried about you. Uh, is everything
alright at school?"
He had asked about school
but I could tell what he really meant was everything okay with me and
Buster. How could he not know something was wrong. I was a wreck and
Buster hadn't called or come by all week and they couldn't miss that
little fact.
"I...uh,
ummmm...I'm fine just
tired. I....." I bit my lip and tried not to cry. If my dad had always
wanted a daughter I might fit the bill if I kept this girly stuff up,
"It's just Buster and me...well...we sort of had a fight, nothing
serious, but we....uh, aren't hanging out much for now." There that
wasn't so bad. I had told him more than I thought possible and I knew
he'd figure out the rest.
He
nodded, "I see. Well, you know
your mother and I are on your side, but if you...uh, did something to
cause this uh, disagreement then the thing to do is own up to it and
apologize."
"I, uh...well, yeah, it's
my fault and I tried that but he's like really upset and just wants
to...uh, not hang around too much till he decides.....uh...what to
do...." I was slowly loosing my cool and if I didn't stop talking I was
start bawling.
"Well, I trust you two to
work it our, but if you need our help or advise I hope you know we are
there for you....no matter what," he said looking at me with so much
love in his eyes that I did cry a little then and he leaned in and
hugged me.
I buried my head in his
chest and cried quietly and let him love me like he had when I was a
little boy and I wished I could be the son he deserved instead of a
faggot. But if he thought the same he never showed it then or any other
time. My dad was the best and to this day I can go to him with any
problem I have and he always has the right answer.
Eventually I pulled
myself together and he kissed me goodnight and left. Around 10 I heard
mom in Joey's room and she checked on me one last time and then it was
quiet in our house once more. Soon afterward Joey came in and climbed
into bed with me and snuggled up to me. Somehow his comforting me was
more important than even my folks. Maybe it was because he knew how I
felt or because we had shared more than just our bodies, we had shared
our souls and we would always be closer than any two people on earth. I
fell asleep with my little brother's feet pressed against gently and
lovingly against me and my demons didn't invade my sleep that night.
Chapter 22
Joey
again
I really hate that Dommie and Buster
were having a
fight but I was sure they would make up. Don't ask me how I knew, I
just did. I wanted to go to Buster's house and tell him to quit being
mean to my brother and just get over it because it was killing him and
anyway he loved Buster more than anything in the world, but I didn't
cause I didn't want to make things worse. Instead I just tried to be
extra nice to Dommie and every night I went to his bed after mom kissed
me goodnight and kept him company. We didn't do sex stuff but that was
okay, cause I was sort of afraid it would make things worse since sex
stuff is what got Dommie in trouble to begin with. Anyway I was still
doing stuff with Amy, but after the first few times it got kind of
boring. I mean girl stuff is okay, but there's not much there to look
at or touch or suck on like a boy and I really missed doing boy sex.
I guess
that's what caused me to
start looking at Amy's brother Jason. Yeah, I know, he's the one caused
all the trouble for Dommie and Buster, but it really wasn't his fault.
How could he refuse a cute boy like my big brother? No one could...he
he. But now that Dommie wouldn't even talk to him, he was sad and I
felt sorry for him so I started being really nice to him when I went
over there to see Amy.
One day I
went over to see Amy
and when I got there only Jason was home. He said Amy was at Girl
Scouts and wouldn't be back till later but if I wanted to hang out and
play some XBox that was cool. That sounded fine to me and we went up to
his room and he brought us Cokes and chips and we had a pretty good
time playing video games.
I
couldn't help but notice while
we were sitting there so close together how nice he looked. Yeah, I
know before I said that Buster was cuter and didn't know what Dommie
saw in Jason, but now I could see what Dommie meant when he said he was
sort of Harry Potter sexy. Those glasses made his eyes look bigger and
I even liked how he smiled and showed his braces. His body was pretty
nice too. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and his chest was pretty nice
looking. I wondered what he'd look like naked and giggled to myself
and he looked at me and smiled.
Amy came
home after about an hour
and we watched TV till it was time for me to go home but I kept
thinking about Jason all that night. I didn't dare mention it to
Dommie cause I didn't want to hurt him any, but I couldn't help liking
Jason in a different way after that day.
I saw Amy
almost every day but we
didn't do any more sex stuff till one weekend right after Dommie got
after the hospital. Jason wasn't there, I think his dad took him
somewhere and Amy's mom was on the phone like usual and we went to
Amy's room and she locked the door then like attacked me...lol. I mean
she was kissing me and pulling at my clothes and she had my pants down
and was playing with my dick and stuff before I knew what was
happening.
She
dragged me over to her bed
and pushed me down and pulled off her sweat pants and top and she was
naked underneath. She climbed on top of me and started kissing me and
rubbing her pussy all over me and I was moaning and horny as heck. I
didn't know exactly what she wanted me to do until she leaned down and
bit my ear and whispered, "Don't move, I'm gonna do all the work."
Sounded
good to me so I just
relaxed and let her do it. She straddled me and rubbed her pussy on my
dick and then she moved around till she got it in her pussy and sat
down on it. It felt awesome, all wet and hot and then she started
moving up and down and riding me like I was the mechanical horse at
Kmart...lol. I didn't last long and I blasted off in her pussy and but
she didn't stop. I tried to tell her my dick was sensitive and she
should get off, but she hadn't come yet so I told her I'd lick her
pussy till she did.
I could
taste my own cum in her
pussy and that made me think about Joe and Dommie and Buster and how
much I enjoyed sucking them and tasting their cum and then I thought
about Jason and what it would be like to suck his big teenage dick and
I got so horny I made Amy come twice with my tongue. She sighed and
fell back and then I got dressed and went home cause she had to got to
a girlfriend's house and spend the night. I didn't care, I liked her
but I decided I didn't really love her like a girl friend and lately
she had seemed kind of cool too, except about sex then she was red hot.
I wondered if she was just using me for sex and I laughed. Wasn't that
what guys did to girls?
After dinner I was out back
feeding Yoshie our big old dog and Jason came out of his house and came
over to the fence. Yoshie came over and licked his hand through the
fence cause he really likes Jason and I thought if Yoshie likes him he
must be a good kid.
"How's
Dommie?" he asked after a
while looking really sad.
"He's
pretty unhappy...kind of
messed up since...well, you know."
He
nodded, "Tell him...uh...tell
him...nothing. I should tell him myself."
"I don't
think you should talk to
him....yet, he's pretty upset and I know it aint your fault, but it's
still not a good time....okay?"
He nodded
and continued petting
Yoshie, "I'm glad you're Amy's boyfriend. I like you a lot Joey," he
said then blushed.
"I don't
think we are...boyfriend
and girlfriend any more. I mean we're friends and all, but we don't
like love each other like that," I admitted. Maybe I didn't want him to
think I was unavailable in case he wanted to mess around.
"That's
cool. Just sex..huh?" he
said blushing and grinning.
I grinned
back, "You know huh?"
"She told me all
about it. She's a
pretty a cool sis, we talk about boys all the time. She thinks it's
cool that we both like boys cause we can compare and stuff."
"So...what does she say about
me?" I teased, "I'm a sexy boy...right?"
"She
didn't have to tell me
that," he said finally standing up, "I can see that,"then he blushed
bright red.
I knew
right then that I could
get with him if I wanted to but I had to think about that. Would it
hurt Amy if she found out? And worse, would it hurt Dommie? I grinned
at
him and said thanks and that he was pretty sexy too then I blushed. So
much for thinking about it. I was practically throwing myself at him.
Suddenly
Dommie was at the patio
door and when he saw Jason he had a strange look on his
face.
"Hey, Joey want to play
some PS2?"
"In a minute. I'm talking
to Jason, okay?" I don't know why I said that and didn't just tell
Jason bye and go in, but I think it was because I had a boner and I
wanted to look at Jason a little while longer.
"Okay. Hi Jason,"he said
trying to sound friendly.
"Hi Dommie, got a minute?"
For a
minute I thought Dommie
might just run back inside but finally he shut the patio door and
walked over to the fence and said, "Sure, what's up?"
"Can I
talk to Dommie alone?" he
asked looking at me nervously.
"Joey can stay,"
Dommie said sounding
stubborn, "I got no secrets from my little bro."
I guess
Jason understood since
him and Amy were so close and he just nodded, "Okay, well...see...I
just wanted to say I was sorry. I know it wasn't all
my fault but I did worry this
would happen and I even...you know, asked you about how Buster would
feel....and, well....I know it's too late now, but I should've known
better being older and all."
Dommie
laughed but it didn't
sound like he thought it was funny, "Older? You're not that much older,
and I knew better. I just....I just thought I could get away with it, I
guess. Anyway, don't worry. Things will be okay again, but....but I
don't think we can be friends any more." he said then looked down at
the ground.
I was
looking right into Jason's
eyes and I saw what that did to him. I was afraid he was gonna cry but
instead he said, "I know, I sort of figured that out already. I'm sorry
we can't be friends but I hope you and Buster work this out. I ...I
gotta go..I got to, uh....do some stuff....inside," he said but I knew
what he really wanted was to just get away and then he might cry and I
felt so bad for him I wanted to go with him and snuggle with him like I
did with Dommie and make him feel better.
"No hard feelings,
okay?" Dommie asked
then stuck his fist over the fence for Jason to bump.
"No way,"
he said bumping my
brother's fist and grinning, "it was cool, but it's over. I understand.
Good luck man, I....I....gotta....gotta go," he said then bolted for
his back door.
I looked at Dommie and
there were tears in his eyes and that made me want to cry too. I put my
arm around his waist and we walked to the house but we didn't talk
about what had just happened right then. We played XBox and Dommie
never let me out of his sight for more than five minutes all night. Not
even when I took a bath. He came in and sat on the toilet and talked to
me the whole time and then took a shower while I dried off and brushed
my teeth and then we went to his room and watched a movie and fell
asleep and my mom kissed us there and didn't make a fuss cause we were
both in Dommie's bed and I slept the whole night there.
If you
think that was the end of
it, you don't know how horny little gay boys can get when they see
another boy they want and I was the horniest little gay boy in the
neighborhood. I saw less of Amy over the next week but I saw a lot of
Jason. Seems like every time I went over to see her, she was gone to a
GS meeting or at her friend Lorrie's house and I wondered if she was
done with me. I didn't ask her cause I was afraid she'd say yes and
then I'd have no excuse to see Jason. Yeah, Jason was the
real
reason I kept going to Amy's and I wasn't upset at all that she wasn't
home.
One afternoon while Dommie
and mom went shoe shopping for Dommie I went to Amy's and as usual she
was gone and so were here rents. Jason was there though and when he
answered the door he only had on a pair of shorts and no shirt. His
face looked a little flushed and I could smell his dick. I guess us gay
boys pick up on that kind of stuff cause the first thing I thought was
that he was jerking off and I interrupted him....lol.
He didn't
seem mad though and was
really friendly and invited me in and explained that he was the only
one home and that I could stay and play XBox or whatever if I wanted. I
wanted to whatever, but wasn't quite sure how to get things going.
Once we
got to his room I was
sure I had been right about interrupting his jerking off cause the bed
was messed up and there was a towel laying there. He noticed me looking
at the towel and he grabbed it and shoved it under his bed and I bet if
I had picked it up and smelled it it would have smelled like his cum.
He asked me if I wanted something to drink but I told him no, I was
fine and he didn't get anything either.
At first
I thought he was going
to offer to play XBox but he just sat there on his bed looking nervous.
I sat down beside him and gave him my innocent little boy eyes and he
grinned and showed his braces and he looked soooo cute.
We didn't
talk for a long time
just sat there and stared at each other and I didn't pretend not to be
checking his body out. His chest was nice, not really a six pack but
close and his skin looked so smooth and soft and his nipples were hard.
I knew his dick was hard too cause I could see the outline of it in his
shorts and it looked bigger than Joe's and his was pretty big.
"So, Amy says she sat on
your dick, did you like that?" he asked finally looking nervous but
excited.
"Yeah, it was pretty cool.
She's a horny girl," I said laughing.
"So, you
like just
girls...or...you know, ever tried boys?"
I knew he
knew that already. No
way Dommie didn't tell him or at least hint at it.
"I like
both, but I think I like
boys mostly. I...I haven't been with a boy for a while and I miss it,"
I hinted.
"Oh," he
said then just sat there
fumbling with his waist band on his shorts. My eyes went down to his
crotch and I could see his dick jump a little. I knew he was ready, but
I liked making him wait.
"Can I
have that soda now, I
decided I'm thirsty." I said. I needed him out of the room for a minute.
"Oh,
sure. Be right back," he
said looking disappointed.
As soon
as he was out of the room
I started ripping off my clothes and I jumped on his bed and laid down
with my legs open wide and my boner sticking up. I was a little
nervous. What if he wasn't really horny for me, or what if he didn't
like pushy boys?
I waited
and waited and I was
afraid he wasn't coming back but finally he pushed the door open and he
took one look at me and dropped the two cokes he had his hands and just
stared.
"See
anything you like?" I asked
giggling.
"What are
you doing?" he
asked but he was giggling too, "You really want to...uh, play?"
"Uh huh,
if you do," I said
hoping he did.
"I...uh,
what about Dommie?" he
asked looking confused, "won't he be mad?"
"Why would he? I
aint his boyfriend," I
said laughing, "besides, I might not tell him, at least not till him
and Buster are okay again." I realized I had just made a decision to
keep a secret from Dommie and that would be the first time I had done
that since we found out we both liked boys.
I could
tell he was cracking and
all I had to do was make the first move and he would give in so I sat
up and wiggled my little finger at him and said, "Come here and sit
down beside me."
He didn't
waste any time getting
over there and when he sat down I put my hands on his chest and rubbed
it, "You're really buff," I said trying to stroke his ego a little.
"Thanks,
but you are
so....so...so...damn, you are so hot. Don't take this wrong, but you
look like Dommie in a lot of ways."
I just
smiled, that was the best
compliment he could ever give me but I knew what he really meant was
"If I can't have Dommie, I'll have his little brother." I
didn't
care, I was already falling for him and I wanted him so bad it hurt. I
moved a little closer trying to get him to kiss me but he seemed to get
shy all of a sudden and pulled back. I guess I looked hurt cause he
leaned in and then we did kiss and it was awesome.
I know it
sounds corny to say my
toes curled but they did and my boner jumped and I grabbed his and he
squealed into my mouth and I could feel his braces and it was awesome.
I tugged at his shorts and he helped me pull them off and then I got to
see his boner and it was huge. Well, to me it was and I wanted to lick
it and suck it right then but mostly I wanted it up my butt. I guess I
missed that most since I lost Joe and I wanted Jason to keep wanting
more of me so I figured if he had my little butt I'd have him
hooked...lol.
I stopped
kissing him and dragged
him onto the bed and climbed on top of him and kissed him some more and
he was moaning and stuff and pressing his boner against me and it was
all wet with pre-cum. I liked how it looked with the skin on it and all
and I couldn't wait to get it inside me. I licked his nipples and he
really liked that and then I couldn't wait any longer and I started
sucking his dick. I pushed the skin back with my lips and tasted his
pre-cum and used my tongue to lick all around the head and it was
yummy. Different than a cut dick tastes and extra juicy too. I only
sucked for a little while though cause I didn't want him to come yet.
I wanted
him to fuck me on my
back but I didn't just wanna come right out and say it so I just fell
off of him onto my back and raised my legs and he got the idea. You
should've seen the look on his face when he saw my little brown eye
winking at him and I could see him shaking a little as he moved up
between my legs.
"You,
uh....sure about this. I
don't wanna hurt ya, I'm pretty big...."
"My old
boyfriend was almost as
big, I can handle it. I really, really want you to." I almost begged.
That was
all he needed and he
reached past me to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion
and greased up his wiener. He was shaking as he did it and then I felt
his wet finger poking at my butt hole and when it slid in I sighed and
so did he. I guess he didn't expect to go this far so soon, but I
wanted to make sure he liked me right off and butt sex usually works
best for that.
"You still sure?" he asked
nervously once he had us both lubed up. Instead of replying I just
reached down and grabbed his boner and guided it to my hole.
I moaned a little as
he slipped in past my pucker but he didn't stop till his pubes were up
against my butt. I felt full but it didn't hurt, heck it felt great,
and I couldn't wait for him to start pumping. I guess neither could he
cause suddenly I felt him move back a little pulling out till just the
head was inside me then it was on like Donkey Kong..lol.
He took it slow at first
but after a little while he started really pounding me and I liked that
a lot. His balls were slapping against me and it made a soft fapping
noise and I could smell my butt and his dick and I was soooo horny I
couldn't keep my hands off my dick. I jerked on it while he pounded my
little ass but I didn't want to come yet so I slowed down and let
things cool off for a minute.
I finally let go of my own
dick and concentrated on the feeling at my back door and then he leaned
down and kissed me and I felt him start to come inside me. It was a big
come and I could feel his hot jizz hitting the insides of my guts and
that really made me horny. If I didn't get off soon I just knew I'd
explode.
I let him lay there and
rest a
minute hoping he'd still be horny enough to get me off but when he
finally raised up he started pumping again, this time slowly and gently
as he leaned down and kissed me. This was new for me, I'd never had a
boy fuck me twice in a row and it was so exciting to think he thought
my ass was
that sexy that I almost came just thinking about it.
He took a long time the second
time and there wasn't as much jizz but I could still feel it and it was
awesome. He pulled out right away this time and kissed me again and
reached down and grabbed my dick and jerked it a little before moving
down and swallowing the whole thing in one gulp.
Joe was a good cocksucker and so is Dommie but
Jason was like the king of cocksuckers. He did things to my little
weenie that I never thought about before and he had my toes curling and
me thrusting up off the bed with my hands tearing at his hair and when
I came I almost passed out. It was awesome and he gobbled down all my
jizz and just held my dick in his mouth while I came back down to
earth.
I was as tired as if I had ran a
mile, and I hadn't done any of the work. He finally let my dick slide
out of his mouth and moved up beside me and kissed me. I could taste my
own jizz on his tongue and I sucked at it to try to get more. We laid
like that for a long time and would have probably done some more stuff
but suddenly we heard noises in the hall and I jumped up and found my
clothes and pulled them on as fast as I could.
Jason didn't hurry but he did finally
get dressed and got up to unlock the door. A few minutes later Amy
knocked on the door and Jason told her to come in. I was sitting in
front of the TV by then playing XBox and tried not to look guilty but
she didn't seem to be suspicious as she slid down beside me and put her
arm around me. I felt kind of bad about what Jason and I had done and I
wondered if that was how Dommie felt. Was I cheating on Amy just like
Dommie had cheated on Buster?
Amy leaned her head into me and
just rubbed my chest as I played XBox and it felt nice but I wasn't
really horny after having sex with Jason and I hoped she wasn't headed
that way. Fortunately the phone rang and it was for her and she was
gone a long time talking to one of her girlfriends. By the time she got
back it was time for me to go and she walked me to the door and kissed
me, but it didn't seem as nice as it usually was. Maybe she was getting
over
me or something. I didn't worry cause I sort of felt like I was getting
over her too, and now that I had messed with Jason, I decided that
maybe Amy wasn't what I wanted after all.
When I got home Dommie was taking
a nap. He took a lot of naps those days when him and Buster were apart
and I climbed into bed beside him and just rested while he slept. I
watched him for a while and he made funny faces in his sleep. Sometimes
he looked happy in his sleep, and sometimes he looked scared or sad. I
wondered what kind of dreams he was having and decided they were
probably about Buster and what had happened but I never asked.
I wanted to tell him about
Jason and me,
but I was afraid it would hurt him worse and anyway it was probably
just a one time thing and it was best to forget it. Fat chance...lol.
Finally about 5 Dommie woke up and stretched and when he saw me he
smiled really big and I knew I couldn't tell him about me and Jason. I
felt rotten that I had messed with Jason when Dommie was still hurting
because he had done the same thing and no way did I want to hurt Dommie
any more.
"Hey, little bro," Dommie
said hugging me and patting my butt.
"Hi....you have a good nap?"
"Uh huh, cept for my dreams, but
I feel okay. Where's mom? Is dinner ready yet?"
"Uh uh, it's too early, but
we're having meatloaf, the beatloaf, the big fat meatloaf, I said
giggling."
"Oh, yeah...I forgot. Did
you and Amy have fun?" he asked suggestively.
"She was gone," it just slipped
out of my mouth and I had to think quick about what to say next, "uh,
but she came back and we kissed and stuff, but no sex." I said trying
to sound disappointed.
"Too bad mom's home," Dommie
said sounding horny.
"Yeah, maybe tonight...if
ya wanna," I said hopefully.
"Okay, it's a date,"Dommie
said reaching down and squeezing my wiener through my pants and causing
me to giggle.
"I'm gonna go take a
shower," Dommie said as he sat up and stretched. He looked tired but at
least not as sad as he had lately. I think he had finally decided there
was nothing he could do and he would just have to wait for Buster to
either forgive him or kick him to the curb.
I tagged along and sat on the
toilet and we talked while he showered and when he got out he let me
dry his back off and I gotta boner and so did he. We didn't do anything
about it though cause we had already planned on doing stuff later after
the rents were in bed and that made it seem extra good when we did do
it.
That night was pretty cool. We
did a 69 and then Dommie fucked me and later he sucked my toes and feet
and gave me a beejay and then he rubbed his dick on my feet and shot
all over them. We were so tired we could barely keep our eyes open and
I slept all night in Dommies bed. I was glad my mom or dad didn't see
me there but I don't think they would have thought it was bad. They
knew me and Dommie were closer than close and they thought that was
cute.
I had a lot to think about after
that day. Did I really like Jason or was I just horny? And did I still
like Amy that way, or had I just been experimenting like some boys do
with other boys before they move on to girls. I didn't know for sure
but I figured I didn't have to make any decisions right then, I was
young and sexy...lol, and I had plenty of time to figure things out.
Meanwhile my most important worry was helping Dommie get through his
separation from Buster and he didn't need me making things worse
by messing with Jason. I decided that night to try it with Amy again
and see if things had changed or if I still liked girl sex and take it
from there.
End of Chapters 21-22
Things are certainly getting complicated for Joey, and Dommie and
Buster
still haven't made up but there is more drama ahead. See what happens
when Joey decides who he likes better, Amy or her brother Jason and how
that affects Dommie. Buster shows up in the next two chapters and some
of our old friends too. Hope you are all enjoying reading the story as
much as I am enjoying writing it and look forward to more.
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Kewl Dad
10/13/2013