Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2018 12:53:37 -0600 From: Mark Holfmore Subject: An Unexpected Turn of Events Part 1 I was recently going through a stack of old photographs when I found several of my best friend in sixth grade. Ray and I were inseparable at the time, so it didn't surprise to see so many photographs of the two of us together. However, I was not prepared for one photo in particular. Iin fact I didn't even remember when it was taken. But since it was in the same stack, I figured it must have been taken at the same time. In the photo, I was standing next to Ray's little brother, Paul, and I had my arm around him while we both smiled at the camera. I'm sure Ray didn't take the photo because he seemed to be perpetually annoyed by Paul and constantly complained about how his brother was always trying to hang out with us. I didn't really mind Paul at all, but I don't think I ever spoke up to defend him. The photo puzzled me, but it also brought back a flood of memories, memories that I suddenly realized that I had buried for years. During the summer between sixth and seventh grade, Ray had received a new video game system for his birthday and we spent most of our time trying out the new games that came with it. The weather was hot, even for July, but the t.v. room in the basement gave some relief. While we sat cross-legged on the floor, Paul would occasionally run into the room and ask what we were doing until Ray yelled at him to leave us alone. Although I didn't think much of it at the time, Paul would run around with just his briefs on and one time he even came in completely naked and giggling. "Mom! Tell Paul to leave us alone and get some clothes on!" Ray called out while I tried to focus on beating him while he was distracted by his brother. After their mom scolded him, Paul ran off only to return about ten minutes later wearing shorts and presumably his briefs again. At this point, their mom came downstairs and explained that she and their dad were going to stay overnight in the city and that Ray was going to have to babysit Paul because they couldn't get another babysitter in time. Ray whined that we were planning on camping outside of my house that night. His mom then suggested that I stay over at their place and we both could look after Paul. This didn't seem to be a bad idea, especially since it would give us an excuse to play video games all night long. I just needed to call home and ask my parents if it was okay, which I knew wouldn't be an issue since my parents basically didn't care where I was as long as I let them know about my plans. When everything was settled, Ray and I got back to playing video games until it was time to eat dinner. His mom had bought some frozen pizza for us and macaroni and cheese for Paul, so it wasn't too hard to prepare. I was a little surprised at this point how nice Ray was being to Paul and how he was no longer complaining about his little brother hanging out with us. It almost made me wonder if it was all just a front Ray put on for his mother's behalf. He even let Paul take turns playing on of his new games. Time flies, as they say, and at some point we realized that it was after midnight and time for bed. Since their parents were gone, Ray suggested that we sleep in their king size bed, so we headed upstairs to the master bedroom. I was surprised that he didn't say anything about Paul tagging along, but at this point I was too tired to really care. Since it was so hot, Ray suggested that we just wear our underwear to bed and I readily agreed. We all flopped onto the bed and before I knew it, I was asleep. At some point I woke up from the need to relieve myself of all the Pepsi we drank for dinner. I then noticed that I was in the middle of the bed with Ray on one side and Paul on the other. Both of them appeared to be asleep and it also looked like that were both facing away from each other. I groggily crawled down the bed and walked to the attached bathroom to pee. Crawling back to my spot in the middle of the bed, it seemed like the brothers were still asleep and it didn't take me very long to join them. I remember having a very nice dream about skinny dipping with a girl from school when I woke up again, this time with a hard-on. I then noticed that Paul had somehow moved closer to me, even though his back was still toward me. I tried not to notice anything else so that I could possibly go back to dreaming that wonderful dream. But my hard-on wouldn't go away and even though I still felt tired, I couldn't get back to sleep as much as a tried to do so. I even thought about jerking off to relieve it, but I was afraid that I might wake Ray or Paul if I did. Instead, I turned onto my left side and faced towards Paul. Just then, Paul moved in his sleep and suddenly pressed up against my hard-on. I was completely taken by surprise by this turn of events and basically froze in place. He still seemed to be breathing as though he was asleep, so I tried to relax. I then realized that his brief-covered ass was pressed against me and that it felt quite warm and soft. But there didn't seem to be anything I could do that didn't risk waking him up, and the last thing I wanted was for him to wake up and realize that my hard-on was pressed against his ass. I'd probably never hear the end of it, I thought. Eventually, it became too much to take, so I carefully turned to lie on my back. But since I'm a side sleeper, I knew that would never be comfortable for long in that position. Luckily, I felt and heard Paul move slightly so I decidedI could safely return to my previous position. I still couldn't see much in the dark of the room, so it must have been pretty early in the morning and plenty of time to fall back asleep. My hard-on had subsided a bit which made sleep more likely. But then Paul moved again and again his ass pressed up against me. I was just about to be as exasperated at him as Ray usually was and push him away when I suddenly realized that Paul was no longer wearing his briefs! They might have simply been pushed down, but the point was he was completely naked now and still pressed against me. Shockingly, my hard-on instantly returned and I could even feel it throb in my briefs. What was going on?! Why was I reacting like this? However, a part of me felt detached from these thoughts and instead seemed to enjoy the incredible feelings coursing through me. That part didn't care that it was a boy's naked body that was pressed against me, and that the naked boy was my best friend's little brother; it only wanted those feelings to continue. It was that part of me that urged me to reach out and touch Paul's ass with my right hand. When I did, I could hear a soft purring sound coming from him, and I finally could tell that he was not asleep after all. I then rubbed my hand around his soft butt cheek and the purring grew slightly louder. So not only was Paul awake, but he was also enjoying this as much as I was! But I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself. Paul pressed up harder against me, and it was at this point that I lost any inhibitions I had. I quickly pulled my briefs down and moaned when my bare cock came in contact with the softness of Paul's ass. I had never felt anything like it before, and almost came immediately. Even though I couldn't ejaculate yet, I had been jerking off for several years and I knew what it felt like to come. But nothing had prepared me for this experience, especially when Paul began rubbing his ass against my cock. I don't know how long it went on, but I soon felt the stirrings of my orgasm and then began to rub in time with his movements as I was overwhelmed by the incredible ecstacy of this newly found desire. Just as my orgasm began to subside, I felt Paul reach around and grab my hand. I didn't resist as he moved it to his front and I felt the soft hardness of his little cock. Since I knew what he wanted, I eagerly wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking him. Again, I couldn't believe that I was doing this! I had never even thought of other boys, let alone touched another boy but I couldn't deny the feelings that had arisen in me. But Paul seemed to know what to do because he grabbed my hand and began moving it faster up and down his cock. Soon, I felt his cock quiver in my hand and his body shudder against mine and then subside. At this point, the guilt feelings flooded back and I worried that maybe Ray was awake and would find out what we did. But then Paul flipped over. "Don't worry," he said. "We do this all the time." As if I had encountered enough surprises that morning, Paul then planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Besides," he continued, "he can sleep through anything." My mind then opened up to all the possibilities that Paul's words suggested, and I smiled despite myself.