Date: Fri, 05 Jan 2007 06:19:51 -0800 From: sazumoran@hushmail.com Subject: Sleepover Special Usual disclaimer yadda, yadda yadda, it's all made up. Let me know if ya like it. And don't let me know if you don't. I'm so fragile right now, I can't handle any negative vibes. Yeah, right, that's it. It was the week after school had let out, and I had just turned 13. Me and my best friend Brad were going to spend the whole week at his house watching crappy horror movies and staying up all night. He'd been away since school let out at a soccer tournament. His team wasn't very good, but the competition was even worse. His next door neighbor was back from college and was willing, with some cash as an incentive, to get us some beer. His parents were away on vacation, and mine were just about to go for a week, so we'd have the place to ourselves for the weekend till his parents got back. For some reason, both our parents were okay with that, which we thought was crazy at the time. Looking back, it wasn't, cause me and Brad thought that drinking a can of beer (yeah, his neighbor was gonna buy us one six-pack) and watching Nightmare on Elm Street would get us thrown in juvie if we got caught. The idea of having a party and trashing the place would have had us pissing our pants, and even if we'd wanted to none of our friends would ever have trashed anything. It probably would have turned into a Dungeons & Dragons marathon. I didn't really like that stupid game, but Brad and all our friends were total freaks who'd get into fist fights over who'd get to be dungeon master. Any one of them would probably have sold their souls for an extra hundred hit-points for their character. Anyway, we were totally psyched, and when Friday evening rolled around, my parents dropped me off at Brad's place on the way to the airport. Didn't even drive me up to the house, just pealed on out of there. They were going to Cancun, and it was an indication of our total geekiness that me and Brad had turned down going along without even thinking about it. Brad's place was set back kinda far from the road, so I swung my rather heavy backpack up on my shoulder ( it was full of tapes of terrible movies, not clothes), and trudged up the long winding driveway. I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered, so I dropped the backpack and went around to the back, but that was locked too. I figured Brad was just listening to his stereo with his headphones on, like always, so I rang the doorbell like a million times. It took a little while, but I grinned and picked up my bag when I finally heard the door being unlocked. "What are you doing here?" Shit, I thought to myself, Brad said Arnold was gonna be gone. Arnold was Brad's brother, almost exactly one year older. Ever since I had moved here when I was eight, me and Brad had been friends, and Arnold was a pain in the ass. Whenever I was around (which was a lot) he would just go in his room, and when we had to be together, like at dinner, he'd totally ignore me. He wasn't ever mean or anything, but having a guy around who wouldn't acknowledge your existence got old fast. Even though I was always nice to him, and never made fun of him, we never got along any better. And it would have been easy to make fun of him, cause before when I talking about us and our friends, I was exaggerating some. Though we weren't exactly cool, compared to Arnold we were the cast of Dawson's Creek or something. Yeah, Brad was a bit weird, and I was what moms call `husky', but Arnold was completely the fat kid of our neighborhood. And what with the glasses and how he mumbled whenever he talked to anybody he didn't know, almost everybody but me and Brad would have picked on him. Nobody did though, cause Brad might have been kinda geeky, but he could kick your ass if he wanted to. Arnold was gonna start high school in the fall and Brad said he was totally freaked out about it. Me and Brad would still be in middle school, and even though Brad could probably kick everybody in high school's ass too, he wouldn't have a chance to, not being there and all. Not that I'd know anything about that except from Brad, Arnold still pretended I wasn't there. It'd got worse the past year or so, he wouldn't even look me in the eye now, and he couldn't even talk to me anymore without mumbling. It took me a minute to figure out what he said when he opened the door, and I kinda stood there staring at him while I puzzled it out. He was barefoot in gray sweatpants and an orange t-shirt. It was an Aquaman shirt. I didn't know where the hell anybody'd get an Aquaman shirt. He stared down at the welcome mat kinda blankly. "Oh, hey Arnold, where's Brad?" I finally said "Huh?" "You know, Brad, plays soccer, is a total shithead?" I was smiling, but he wasn't looking. "He's not a shithead!" he said a bit louder than usual. Kinda almost looked at me but not quite, he sounded mad. "Arnold, I'm just kidding, you know Brad and me always call each other that." "Oh, uh, yeah . . ." he trailed off and his face was getting redder and redder "He's not here." "When's he comin' back?" "Tomorrow" "But he's coming back today." "No he's not." "But . . . oh wait, shit." Once again my expertly trained memory completely screwed me over. "Fuck, fuck fuck! Today's Friday, he's coming back on Saturday not Friday! Goddamn fuck!" I dropped my book bag and jumped around a bit as I ranted. Arnold was looking right at me now. Now that I think about it, he looked kinda scared. Yeah, he'd said he was coming back on Saturday, like twenty times, and his mom too, but all my stupid fucking brain remembered was that while my parents went on vacation I was staying with Brad, and since they were leaving on Friday, that meant on Friday I was going to Brad's. As soon as I hung up the phone from talking to Brad, I forgot everything him and his mom had said. That's why Arnold was still here. He was leaving tomorrow when his aunt dropped off Brad from soccer and took Arnold to computer camp. "So you can come back tomorrow." said Arnold "Call your mom." "No way dude." "Huh?" "They're gone, they just dropped me off on the way to the airport." I grinned and he looked worried. "Why can't you call?" "I cant." Cause my parents are so insane, they don't `believe in' cellphones. "Where will you stay then?" "Here." "No, you can't." "Sure I can, Brad'll be home tomorrow and I was gonna stay anyway." "But nobody's home!" "Duh, you're home." "But nobody else is!" he looked really red now. "So? Me an Brad were gonna stay by ourselves for the weekend anyway. An you're a year older than Brad." It was easy to forget, even though he was a bit taller than Brad he acted like he was a year younger, and not the other way round. "But. . . um." Oh great, he's gonna start crying. "Come on, where else am I gonna go." Now I was getting whiny, yeah I could walk home, but that'd take hours. "Okay, I guess." "Cool, thanks a billion Arnold." "Yeah, all right." And he just stood there in the door. I went to go in, but he didn't even move. "Uh, Arnold." "Wha?" "If I'm gonna stay, I need to come in huh?" "Oh, uh right." Once again looking everyplace else but at me, he stood aside and let me come in. He locked the door as I took off my sneakers and socks and left them by the door. Brad's dad was really anal about people `marking up my damn floors!'. He was really cool otherwise, but if you wore shoes in his house he went fucking crazy. It was nice inside, it was getting kinda hot the past week, so I was just wearing shorts and a jersey. No underwear either, nice and cool. "Uh, d'yuh wan sumspati?" "Wuh huh? Sorry man, I was zoning" Actually I could barely hear him. "Some spaghetti? I was making some. For dinner, I mean. If you're hungry, or we have some other stuff too." He was balancing on one foot and was scratching his leg with the other while looking at the lamp on the table by the door. Which was sort of close to my arm. "And bread." "I mean I'm making garlic bread too. I haven't actually made it but I going to." At this point, this was more words than I'd heard from him, like in four months. And with the last sentence I could actually make out all the words. "Sure, that sounds good." I hadn't eaten since lunch, and was starving. He turned red again, and looked at the closet door. I headed towards the stairs. "Where are you going?" "Just to Brad's room to put my pack down." I shrugged to indicate the pack on my shoulder. "Um, I'll make it then, the food." He then turned around and walked off to the kitchen. He almost tripped near the stairs, looked back at me for a second, still red, and practically ran off to the kitchen. Man, that guy, I thought somewhat amused. I went up the stairs to Brads room and threw my backpack on his bed. Which was kinda hard to do since just about every piece of clothing he owned was already piled up in a big pile on it. At least it was mostly all clean this time. Luckily Brad had bunk beds in his room, and the top one, which I normally used, didn't have too much on it. So after I threw it all down on his bed I was all set. About then I realized that I needed to go really bad, so I ran over to the bathroom. I sighed and put my hands behind my head while I pissed, man did I need that. I walked back down to the kitchen, where Arnold was about to put water on to boil water, which seemed to require his complete and undivided attention. "Arnold -" "Uh!" he quickly spun around, dropping spaghetti on the floor. "Sorry, here I'll help." I picked up the pasta while he kinda stood there. "We can't use that." he said when I handed it to him. "Sure we can, we're gonna put it in boiling water right? That'll kill the germs." "That's gross." I think he was looking at the fridge. "Oh, okay." I threw it in the garbage. "How much?" he was standing facing towards the stove now and away from me, so I couldn't hear him well. "How much what?" "How much spaghetti do you want?" "A lot, I'm fuckin' hungry!" I couldn't see his face, but his ears were very red. "I'll let you know. When it's ready." "All right . . ." nothing but silence from him "I'll be in Brad's room then." He sort of grunted okay, then started cutting up bread. I sat in Brad's room for a while but that got boring fast. Like a couple minutes, so I went down to the basement. That room was designated the den, and when Brad's parents didn't want to be bothered we went down there to watch tv and play video games. The tv wasn't as good as the one in the living room, but that's where all our stuff was, so we generally stayed down there even if his parents weren't home. This was where the hypothetical beer drinking might possibly happen this weekend. I tried playing a couple games but it wasn't any fun without Brad to yell at me. He would always try and make me die and I'd do it until we got into a fight. I don't think we ever actually won anything when we were playing together. Luckily we never got into a real fight, cause I was bigger than Brad but he'd have kicked my ass. So I was lying on the floor waiting for spaghetti. Delicious spaghetti with sauce and garlic bread. How long could it take to make spaghetti, I mean it's been like, I looked up at the clock on the vcr, yeah, it's been almost ten minutes. Fuck, only ten minutes. And the water wasn't even boiling when I left the kitchen. Maybe we could make it in the microwave, can you make that in the microwave? These were the thoughts running through my head as I stretched out on the floor. Turning my head, I saw something under the couch. I reached under and grabbed it. It was a vhs tape with no label. So completely bored, I put it in the player and pressed play. At first it was just blank, and I figured it was just an empty tape that got knocked under the sofa, so I went to press eject when it came on. I didn't recognize it at first, but suddenly I realized that it was the couch in the den where I was sitting. It had been recorded on Brad's vhs camera that he used to record all his soccer games with. His dad had gotten the `overpriced piece of junk' for him last year. (His dad really was a nice guy, when he said stuff like that you could tell he was trying not to laugh. Except about the floors.) I could tell it was recorded on his cause it always left a tiny black bar on the bottom of whatever it recorded. Brad would always watch the videos of his games over and over. Sometimes he'd try to make me watch them with him, he said to get a `fresh perspective'. Which was so boring cause a lot of times I'd already been at the games. So I'd make up problems with his kicking technique until he turned it off. All of a sudden Arnold came on the screen and sat down on the couch. Huh, I didn't know he ever used the camera, I thought, maybe it's some kinda D&D thing. He never played with me there, but Brad told me he played sometimes. Then I was really surprised, cause Reggie came in and sat down next to Arnold. Reggie down the street (who was mostly a total jerk) was in Arnold's class at school, and was probably the only kid who ever talked to Arnold. Brad would have beat him up if he'd thought Reggie'd been messing with him, but Arnold said he never had. Brad wasn't convinced, but Arnold had always talked to Brad about other stuff so he left it. But I guess they were all right since they'd made this vid- Oh shit! Reggie's like rubbing Arnold all over. And what happens next blows my mind. They get naked. And Arnold's licking and sucking Reggie's dick. Which is hard. And now his balls. Arnold's jacking himself off lying on the couch while Reggie's kneeling over his chest and moving his cock in and out of Arnold's mouth. All I can do is think is `Fuck!'. Oh yeah, and rub my cock though my shorts, cause it's really fucking hard. Though I don't really think about it, I'm noticing that Reggie and Arnold's cocks are smaller than mine. I always thought my dick was kinda small since the guys in the porno I've seen all have huge cocks. Never seen guys my age before. Mine's five and a half inches, and Reggie's is smaller and thinner and Arnold is really small. Probly looks smaller cause he's pretty fat. But though I think that a little, mostly what I think is that I really want to do that. I really want to have somebody suck my cock like that. And the movie stops for a second, and I'm really fucking mad it's already over when it comes back. Now it's kinda figure out for a second, but when I do I start rubbing my cock again. Arnold's on his back, still naked, with his feet up in the air. Reggie's got his finger up Arnold's ass. You can see it going in and out, Reggie must be holding the camera in his other hand. He pulls it back for a minute, and Arnold really looks like he likes it, cause he's moaning and saying `oh, yeah'. Cool, I can hear them now, the sound must have been off before, but Reggie's talking to Arnold and saying how he's gonna fuck his ass. That almost makes me shoot all over the place. I knew that guys did stuff like that, but I've never seen it before, and I never knew it was so fuckin' hot. Arnold's still sayin `yes, please' and his cock's hard, so he must want Reggie to fuck him. Reggie gets some vaseline from somewhere you can't see on the camera, puts some on his boner and moves the camera so you can see his cock going up Arnold's butt-hole. It looks so fucking hot, but I stop jackin off cause I don't wanna cum until I see the rest. Now Reggie's saying how tight Arnold's ass is and how he's so good to fuck up the butt. Reggie rubs Arnold's belly `Yeah fat boy take my cock!" and Arnold's like `yeah, fuck me good.' which makes me even hotter. They're both moaning now and moves the camera up close to Arnold's face. You can hear him moaning really loud and breathing really hard. His mouth is open and you can see his tongue, and he's like drooling some. The movie stops again, but just for a second, just long enough to make me worry a bit, then starts again. The camera is back farther away and you can see all of the two of them. Reggie's fucking Arnold harder which I guess is easier to do without having to hold the camera. He's talking dirtier now saying Arnold is his bitch and needs to get fucked really good. Arnold's just moaning, and I think `man I wish I was fucking him' which should freak me out, but it just makes me hornier. The screens like all I can see, I'm not jacking off, I'm almost holding my breath waiting to see what happens. Arnold looks ho fucking hot with his belly bouncing from Reggie pounding his ass and he's jacking himself off and Reggie's just moaning now, and going faster, and faster - And suddenly there's a really loud crash behind me. I still have the remote in my hand and I press stop really quick, and I hear someone run up the stairs, out of the den, into the kitchen. . .fuck! The kitchen where Arnold was just making dinner, and said he'd call me when it's ready. Arnold who I was just watching get fucked. I look at the vcr and though it seems like it's been on forever, the tape's been playing for thirteen minutes. This goes though my head in like a second, and I'm jumping up almost as soon as I press stop on the machine. Getting up off the floor in front of the couch, I come around it and see what made the crash, a metal bowl that was full of garlic bread. I run upstairs and he's not in the kitchen though there are two big bowls of spaghetti each sitting next to a glass of soda. He's not anywhere downstairs, and he's not upstairs either, not anywhere, and I panic for a second, but then I hear him. There's an old sofa up in the attic, with junk piled all over the place, and it never really gets hot even in the summer. I knew he liked to come up there and read, but now he was curled up on the sofa in a ball, sobbing. "Hey, uh Arnold" I reach and touch his arm "Look . . . "Shut the fuck up!" He screams loud which almost would make me piss myself if I hadn't already went earlier. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that . . ." "Didn't know what? That I'm a fucking faggot! Why don't you just tell everybody, I know you want to!" I couldn't see his face, he was curled up too much, but I could sure fuckin' hear him. "I'm not gonna . . ." "Yes you are, you hate me, you've always hated me!" now this made me pissed. I mean sure I watched the tape, but I didn't know what it was, and I didn't hate him. It wasn't like I was the one who hid it under the goddamn couch. What a great spot, no one would ever find it there! "I don't fucking hate you, you hate me!" "No I fucking don't!" "Well them if we don't fucking hate each other why are we screaming?!" This at least got him to look at me. His face was covered in tears and snot, and it was very red, though not, I thought quite as red as when he and Reggie were . . . No, focus on the situation. "Here!" I grabbed an old shirt out of a box of old shirts and handed it to him. "What's this fucking for?" he glared suspiciously at the shirt. "It's to blow your nose it, you've got snot all over your face." "You can't blow your nose on a shirt!" "Why not, it's clean! Mostly, I guess. Besides we're in the attic, there's no fucking tissues!" "A..All right." he seemed to calm down all of a sudden, well he wasn't screaming anymore. He blew his nose, and wiped off his face. "I guess it's bigger than a tissue." "Yeah. " "You really - "I promise I won't tell anybody. Oh yeah, and you should probly not hide that tape under the couch." "I don't! I'm not stupid, It just that when you rang the bell, I was kind of. . . going to watch it. And then I couldn't think where else to hide it. And when it was you, I forgot about it, sort of. But that's not what I meant." "What's not what you meant?" "What's not what you meant?" "Before, I didn't mean you won't tell I meant . . . do you really not hate me?" "No I don't hate you, I never say anything mean to you!" "You never say anything to me." "No, you're the one who never talks to me." Man, he was obtuse. "I remember the first time I met you." "When I came home with Brad after school, yeah, and you just turned around and didn't even say hello to me! You just went in your room." "no that's not it." He was mumbling again. "Yes it is!" "No, it was in school. We were on the playground and it was before you met Brad, you'd just been there a few days. I was reading a book, and you came over and knocked it out of my hand. Then you called me a shithead fatso." He trailed off, and I remembered doing that to some kid at school cause another kid had dared me to. I didn't really want to, but I didn't have any friends at school yet and I wanted to impress the other kids. I didn't meet Brad for another three months in math class. I guess when I was eight I never made the connection between Brad's brother and the fat kid at school, or maybe I Just didn't want to. "Oh, um . . . I guess you're right. I'm sorry I forgot all about that, I was an asshole when I was eight I guess. I really never realized it was you I did that too. I uh, was embarrassed and I didn't really. I didn't look really at you, and I uh-" "It's okay Dave, now that I know you didn't mean it. "But why didn't you ever say anything, I would have said I was sorry." "Brad, I knew you really liked him, and you were really good friends even the first time you came over. And if I'd said anything, he um, would have killed you." "Oh yeah, I'm glad he wasn't around that time." "He was on suspension. For breaking a kids arm. And he just called me four-eyes." "Shit." "Yeah, if he'd known you called me a shithead fatso, you'd be so dead. "Now I know why that kid dared me to call you that. And why they were all laughing so hard. I mean it wasn't that funny. They weren't laughing at you, they were laughing at the kid who was so stupid he'd mess with the brother of a total psycho." "The boy who would be sloppy joe." "Yeah, huh, well so I guess you could look at it, all those years of not talking to to me you saved my life." "I guess. But that's not the real reason I didn't talk. I uh, liked you." "Huh?" "Yeah, I thought you were so cute I didn't want to see your pretty little face all messed up." He grinned, like really, and I hadn't seen that before. "Oh uh . . . well yeah of course! " I smirked "Who can resist my good looks? So are we okay then?" "Yeah, I guess" He uncurled all the way, he'd already mostly sat up as we talked. "You can sit down I guess." he patted the cushion next to him on the couch. I'd been standing behind the couch, leaning over to talk to him. I walked around the arm and was gonna sit down, when I saw he wasn't really looking at my face anymore. His eyes were pointed straight at my shorts and looking down I kinda guessed why. Not wearing any underwear when you've got baggy nylon shorts on is great so long as you don't pop wood, but after my experience in the den, my hard-on was very obvious. Oh yeah, and there was a pretty decent sized wet spot where the head was. "Huh, sorry I um. It's just that I. . ." I just sort of stood there. "Have a boner?" "Yeah" "Can I see it?" "What?" "Your uh, cock." "Yeah." "So?" "What?" "You've got to pull down your shorts." "Oh, okay" I slowly hooked my fingers in my waistband and pulled it out and down, and there it was, sticking out in front of me. I had a small patch of hair over it, and my balls were smooth. I just about came when he put his hand around it. "Hey, yours is nice, way better than Reggie's." "Uh,thanks " I stood there again not really knowing what to say. "Yeah, well," he took his hand off my cock. "Okay. . . " He looked down towards his feet for a few seconds and went to stand up. "Do you want to do that stuff on the tape with me?" I blurted it out, I couldn't believe I'd said it, but my dick could. "What?" "You don't have to if you don't want to, I won't make you or anything. But if you'd like to I really-" I was kind of babbling, but in my defense I was real horny. "Sure!" he cut me off, luckily, or I might still be there. And he was grinning again. "Let me get some stuff. Wait here, um yeah! And get naked. " he was saying, already halfway down the stairs. Luckily, barefoot just in a jersey and my shorts half down, I didn't have far to go, cause I don't know if I could have managed anything more complicated. "Here we go." he had a tub of vaseline and an old towel he threw down on the sofa. "Wow this is so the greatest." I think he said, kind of hard to hear him with his Aquaman shirt half off and over his head. His shirt off his sat down in front of me, my hard cock right in front of his face. "Yum," he said, and then something else, but because his tongue was licking all over my cock, I couldn't really understand him. Not that it really mattered either, cause while he slowly slurped my cock in and out of his mouth, I was mostly trying not to cum. I may have said something but I don't know what it was. "What?" he asked pulling off my cock, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I tried to think, but it wasn't working for a minute. My brain finally booted back up. "Uh, I really want to uh, fuck your ass." Yeah, that was it. "Cool, that's the best, I love getting fucked. You ever done it before?" "No, not really." "That's okay, " he was sitting on the couch pulling his sweatpants and underwear off. His cock was just as hard as mine. "It's easy to get the hang of." He lay down on the couch and pulled his legs up. "C'mere. Man, your cock is awesome. " Sitting down on the couch I could see his asshole, cute and pink, and I was gonna have my cock up inside it. "Now take some of that stuff, yeah, and put it up me. Use one finger, and go slow. Yeah nice, uh, um." It was way better seeing it up close than on tape, his ass felt really hot and tight inside so I did that for a while. "Uh, yeah, now use two fingers. Mmm, that feels good." "Do you like it, getting it up your ass?" I watched his hole wrap around my fingers. I was sorta curious, seemed like it would hurt. "Yeah, it's really awesome, uh yeah, oh don't stop." It was really hot watching his face while I pushed my fingers in and out of him. "Uh, get your cock in me, please." I rubbed some vaseline on my cock, and got between his legs, pushing my cock down and aiming it for his hole. "Uh, a little lower, yeah, almost, wait, grab my legs and push `em back, yeah" fuck I kept fucking sliding around, but then he reached down and grabbed my cock. "There, now slowly push forward, uh, once you get it in it's easier. Oh yeah, that's it." I could see my cok slowly pushing inside him, until it was all the way inside. Man was my cock happy. I looked down at his face, my hands around his ankles, his eyes were closed, but then he opened them, looked at me and grinned. "Yeah well, don't just sit there, come on and fuck me with that big fat cock." he closed his eyes again "Uh, it's so fucking good. . " "Uh yeah, no problem." I slowly (well not real slowly, but slow as I could) pulled my cock almost all the way out of his ass, then slid it back in. Yeah, all right, I didn't do the second part slowly at all. "You okay?" He'd moaned really loud, couldn't tell if that was bad or not. "Uh, wuh? mm great oh fuck yeah." I figured that meant he was okay, and the drooling was probably a good sign too. His ass felt so good around my cock, and I was a little surprised how much I loved fucking him, but only a very little, cause the way it felt to pound my cock in and out of his tight ass was pretty much blocking other stuff out. It's a good thing that Arnold didn't have any neighbors cause we were both pretty loud. I was slamming my cock harder and harder into his hot ass and practically yelling about how much I liked fucking him. Okay, yeah I was yelling, meanwhile he was making these really loud grunting groans and pushing his asshole up to meet my cock every time I sank into him. And I think maybe he was yelling `fuck me' at the top of his lungs. We kept going faster and faster until it all turned into a blur. I was fucking him so hard the couch almost fell over. I felt his ass grip my cock super tight, and I could feel him shooting his load, yelling something. That made my cock get so fuckin hard, I slammed it all the way into him and came for like forever. "That was better than anything ever. You fuck great. . . .Uh, did you like it?" "Um, kinda." "Kinda?" "Well, I'm not really sure." "Oh, uh. . .maybe-" "I think I might have to try it again to be sure." "You know what?" "No." "You're a total shithead."