Date: Sun, 21 May 2017 18:58:31 +0100 From: TJD Nifty Subject: Younger-Brothers-Buddies-2 Younger-Brothers-Buddies-2 *** Nifty is a free service that can only be kept that way via donations from readers like yourself. If you like this story, or indeed any other story on here, please consider donating - however large or small. All characters in this story are of legal age for sexual activity based on their geographic location. If sexual activity between 16 year olds and older individuals is not legal in your place of residence or where you're accessing this story from, please stop reading now. *** I woke up at around 10:30am and opened my curtains. It was a Saturday morning and the sun was shining - I was looking forward to having a nice, relaxing weekend off work; maybe seeing Ryan for a little while. I jumped in to the shower and thought about what we could do that evening. Maybe go for a nice meal and walk - talk about our future. Life had gotten so much less complicated since I'd came home from college. Ryan and I were seeing much more of each other and it seemed like our lives were heading in the right direction. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me, going back to my bedroom. The house sounded much quieter than usual. I picked up my cellphone. A text from my mom. "Didn't want to wake you up, sweetie. We're running out to see Grandma and then to buy Kev some new soccer boots. See you in a couple of hours." The text was sent an hour ago at 09:30am. They'd be another hour. Excited, I put my cell down and grabbed a fresh pair of boxer shorts from my wardrobe. Would an hour be enough time to get Ryan over and have some fun? Maybe. No, definitely! I picked my cell up to text him. Just as I did, though, I heard a knock at the door downstairs. I sighed. My dirty plans would have to wait for another few minutes. I opened my wardrobe again and threw on an old t-shirt. Another knock. Not enough time to throw on some pants - my boxers and t would have to do. It would probably just be a darn political canvassing anyway, in which case I'd happily turn them straight away. I had more important things on my mind. I opened the door to my brothers buddy Josh stood there. "Uh. Hey, Matt. Is Kev home?", he asked. He looked a little awkward to see me. Perhaps it was the tight t and boxer shorts. I should have put more on. Ah, never mind - he'd be gone in a couple of minutes anyway. Josh was a handsome guy, just like my brother. They were in the same year and did a lot of the same stuff together. He had short, black spiky hair and was a similar height to my brother - a few inches shorter than me. Again, just like my brother, he looked like he was sporting a good body behind the basketball jersey that he was wearing. He also had a pair of basketball shorts on, and I have to admit he looked good. A few years ago, he was definitely the type of guy I'd have sat in my bedroom jacking off to. "Sorry, Josh. He's gone out shopping and to visit my Grandma. Probably best coming back in a couple of hours, buddy." I began to shut the door before he could answer me, too eager to get back to my phone and invite Ry over. He put his foot in front of the door to stop it shutting. "That's too bad, man. Could I come in and wait for him to get home?" "Sorry, kid, I was just getting ready to go out.", I lied to him. "Well what about if I came in just for five minutes? I could really do with a drink, y'know? It's quite hot out here." "Okay, sure, but it will have to be quick", I opened the door wider and he slid past me. The last thing I wanted was him passing out on his way home, then waking up and telling everybody I wouldn't let him in for a drink. "I'll be down in a couple of minutes, bud. Just going to throw some pants on.", I moved toward the stairs. Again, he blocked the staircase. What the fuck was this kids problem? "Really, Matt, there's no need. I just need a drink and a quick sit down from the heat. I won't keep you for long.", he said. Not wanting a confrontation, I told him to go in to the living room and I'd bring him a drink in. *** "Do you want ice, Josh?", I shouted through the kitchen as I poured some fresh orange juice in to a glass for him. "Ice is good.", he shot back. Where were this kids manners? I carried his orange juice in to the living room and he was stretched out on the sofa. I handed him the glass. He placed it straight on the table. So much for really needing it, huh? "Hey, Matt. I forgot to take off my sneakers, and I know how house proud your mom can be. Problem is, dude, I'm totally exhausted and don't feel too good. You couldn't do a homie a favour..?" "You want me to take your sneakers off for you?", I asked. This kid was so arrogant. Did he think the World owed him or something? "That's what I asked.", he replied. "Come on, man. I'm not going to take your sneakers off. Why can't you do it?", I asked. "What's the problem, Matt? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?", he looked at me. Huh? Maybe I was making a bit of a big deal out of it. Yeah, the guy was worn out and didn't feel too good. I was letting my horniness for Ryan cloud my judgement. This was probably totally normal. I walked over to him in just my t-shirt and tight boxer shorts. He lifted his first foot, a weird smile on his face. I took it off and he raised his second foot, so I took that one off, too. "Thanks, dude", he said, stretching out even more. There was something really hot about looking at this guy all stretched out in his shorts and jersey. I felt my dick start to swell a little. Fuck! What was wrong with me? I needed to sit down fast before he noticed, and I needed Ryan to come over and fuck the hell out of me to stop me feeling so horny. I decided to go and message him - the kid would be gone before he got here. "I'm just going to run upstairs and grab my c--" .. "Man, this hot weather really gets me going. You know what I mean?", Josh blurted out. I stayed sat down, really not sure what he meant or where he was going. "I know what you mean, bud. Kev will be home soon and you two can go and shoot some hoops together", I replied. "That's not how I meant it, man. I mean the type of weather where you just feel like throwing the air con on, kicking back and getting some good head." I was stunned. Was this kid trying to hit on me? No, he couldn't be. Again, I decided my judgement was clouded from my own horniness. He was probably just trying to have some banter. Him and Kev probably spoke like this all the time. "Haha, you should get yourself a girlfriend, little guy.", I said, not wanting to say too much. I mean, this guy was 6 years younger than me and one of my brothers friends. "Nah, it's not worth the hassle you know, bro? Have to take them out to dinner, buy them flowers, be nice to them and shit. And even then they don't return the favour like they should.." "That's a shame, Josh. I'm sure you'll find someb--" "What about you, man? Do you make guys treat you like a prince just to give them some head?", he looked directly at me. I froze. Did he know I was gay? I had no idea what to say. Think fast, Matt. Think fast. "Umm, I'm not too sure what you're talki--" "Cut the bullshit, Matt. I know you're a fag. Seen you with your homo friend outside the cinema last night." SHIT! FUCK! IT WAS HIM! My face turned bright red. "I, uhhh.. I didn't go to the cin--" "I said cut the fucking bullshit. I know it was you. I couldn't be sure at first because it was dark, but then I recognised your friend Ryan and realised it was you who he was dry humping against a wall." Again, I sat silent, still not knowing what to say. "Does Kev know?", he asked. "No, and I'd appreciate it if you could keep it between the two of us please, Josh.", I said back. "Why?", he asked. "Because I just don't really want people knowing yet, is all." Why was I trying to justify myself to this guy? "Yeah, I know what you mean, dude. I probably wouldn't want people knowing if I were a fag, either.", he laughed to himself, but there was something in his face. Something deadly serious. I sat there silent, but panicking on the inside and my face burning. "So, I'll ask again, Matt. Do you make guys take you out to dinner and shit before you'll put out for them?" "Josh, I'm really not sure we should be talking about this sort of thi--" "What's it worth to you for your bro and parents not finding out, huh?", he cut me off again. Again, I was stunned. Was this kid blackmailing me? I prayed that he wasn't but, for some reason, the swelling started in my boxer shorts again. FUCK. Please stop! "What do you mean?", I asked, my voice slightly crackling up. "Come on, dude. You're a clever guy. Surely you can work this one out?", he took a grip of his dick through his basketball shorts, looking at me with a cheeky grin on his face. "One blowjob, dude, and we can put this all behind us and I'll keep your little secret safe." "W-W-What do you mean? Why are you doing this to me?", I pleaded with him. "Get out now and I promise I'll never tell anyone that you tried to blackmail me!", I tried to act strong. It didn't work. He burst out laughing. "You really think you have the upper hand here, homo? Well let me tell you that you don't." "In fact", he carried on. "Because of your clear disrespect for me and my nob, I'm now raising the stakes. Give me one blowjob, and I promise I'll walk out of here and never say a word. Don't give me a blowjob, and I promise I'll walk out of here shouting the fact that you're a fag from the rooftops. I'll tell your mom. Your dad. Your brother. And all of your friends." ".. and I'll also tell them all about how I knocked on your door for Kev but he wasn't in, but how you invited me in anyway to wait for him, how you stayed in just your boxer shorts and t-shirt, then tried to come on to me." I felt sick. What was happening to me? "B--B--But you know that isn't true!", I shouted back at him. Things were beginning to get out of hand. Where was Ryan when I needed him? He'd protect me. But he wasn't here, and my cellphone was still upstairs. No, it was just me and Josh. "You're a fucking fag, man! You like cock! What's the big deal?", he glared at me from across the room. "Josh, please. I can't.", I tried pleading again. "Listen, man. I don't have all day. I'm going to count down from 10, and in that time you can either crawl over to me and take my cock out, or you can watch me walk out of that door." 10. 9. FUCK! 8. 7. What do I do? I wanted to cry. 6. 5. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted it to stop. "Just one blowjob? You promise?" "I promise." 4. 3. No, I couldn't. 2. 1. "Later, bro.", he got up off his seat and began walking to the door. "NO! PLEASE! WAIT!", the words came out of my mouth before I could even think about them. I got on my knees. He looked down at me, a sly grin on his face, and sat back down. What was I agreeing to..? *** Feedback always welcomed. tjd.nifty@gmail.com