Breaking up with Patrick was the most painful thing I had to do in my life. When he finally understood that I was being serious, he started crying and this was something I couldn't handle. I tried to cry too but I couldn't bring myself to tears. In the end I managed to confess everything about how I felt about him and how I felt about Keith. He didn't take it well, there was never any hope that he would. I assured him that I thought he was great and hoped that we could remain friends but it was clear that it wouldn't happen soon. Days passed and I haven't heard from him.
I used that time to tell my classmates who started being curious since Patrick and I would normally hang out together during recess and the lunch break. Finally I told my parents. Everyone was sad and sorry and nagging me for the real reason - the one that I wasn't ready to reveal yet. I felt bad but I knew I was following my heart and that in the long run, it was the only right thing to do.
Or so I thought until I called Keith to ask him how it had gone with Amy.
"I can't do it, man," he said weakly. "I tried but I just couldn't. I don't want to make her unhappy. Not to mention my parents, Bradd, they'd give me hell."
My heart sank. "Keith... Please stop fooling around."
"I'm not, Bradd, I'm sorry."
"Fuck, dude you promised me."
"I know l, I know. I shouldn't have promised you that. You kind of pressed me to do it and you know how convincing you can be. We should have given it more time."
"Dude..." I growled, feeling the blood rushing to my head. "I broke up with Patrick for you."
"Wait, what? Are you for real?"
"YES I AM FOR REAL THIS WAS WHAT WE BOTH PROMISED EACH OTHER TO DO!" I yelled into the speaker and my words echoed in my head as I listened to the silence on the other end.
"You know, what?" I said when there was no reaction from Keith. "Whatever. Do what you want. I don't care anymore. Goodbye," It ended bitterly and I barely stopped myself from throwing the phone at the wall.
I looked at myself with disgust while brushing my teeth. You idiot. You fucking brainless jerk. I deserved all these words and worse but there was no one to call me that, so I had to do it myself. Fuck. I wished someone was there to tell me what a pathetic piece of shit I was and spit in my face. Instead, Amy and Earl adored me, my parents pitied me, Patrick was heartbroken and Keith... I didn't know what he was thinking anymore. No one was mad at me. No one thought I was the most awful excuse for a human being to walk on this Earth but me - and maybe Patrick.
In bed, I stared at my phone, considering texting Patrick. Telling him how sorry I was and that I'd do anything to make him feel better. Telling him that I never deserved him in the first place and he'll surely find someone ten times better before the month is over. Telling him how I wish I had been more responsible.
But then I realized I'd be only doing this out of selfishness - to mend my own conscience and to sleep better tonight. Patrick didn't need my explanations anymore. He understood everything very well. Now he needed to forget about me and possibly learn to trust someone all over again.
I dropped the phone on the floor, buried my head in the pillow and screamed.
It took me three more days to feel a little bit better. I sent Patrick a short text telling him that I'm here for him if he ever wants to see me again but that I understand if not and that I wish that he finds happiness. First, I read it 20 times to make sure it sounded caring and unselfish. A few minutes later, he replied with "okay" and for the first time in many, many months, I let myself cry. I cried my eyes out for a good ten minutes and it made me feel a little better.
Two days later, Amy called me. I hadn't spoken a word with Keith in a while and I wondered what that could be about.
It turned out she wanted to ask me to babysit Earl with Keith again. It looked like Keith hadn't told her that our friendship was temporarily on hold. What would he tell her anyway? Surely not the truth. That coward, two-faced, selfish fair-weather friend.
"I'm sorry, Amy, I'm busy on that day."
"But I haven't told you what day it's going to be yet," she said amused.
"Oh, sorry. I'm going to be busy for a while. Lots of school work, you know."
"Bradd, if you don't want to have Earl on your head, just say so," she said. "No one expects you to volunteer, really."
"No, it's not... I mean, yeah, he's a real pain in the ass. Sorry."
"It's cool, Braddy, I can do it. Keith wasn't happy when I suggested that you could help anyway. I think he wants to prove to me that he can control Earl just as well as you do. He's such a child sometimes. I gotta go now, take care!"
I took a few moments analyzing what I've just heard. I found it unlikely that Keith wanted to prove anything to Amy. He was nowhere near even starting to dream of pacifying her little brother. It started to look like he didn't want me to witness him being totally harassed. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made.
About an hour later, I was positive that was the case and called Amy to tell her that I changed my mind and I'll do it.
"Bradd!!!"
Earl's eyes shone like two little diamonds when he saw me at their door. He seemed to be even more excited than the last time.
"Hey, little dude," I greeted him and let him hug me before he made room for me to go inside.
"Hey," was all I said to Keith when I saw him watching television on the couch where we were sitting the last time. Then I turned back to Earl. "Where's Amy?"
"She's already gone. I've been hanging out with Keith and we were having fun!"
"Really?" I asked and threw a quick glance back at Keith who seemed lost in watching a quiz show.
"Yes. Let's go to my room, I want to show you something!"
"Okay," I said and followed Earl upstairs.
"Ta-da!" the boy exclaimed and pointed with both his hands at his room with a wide grin, letting me go first.
I could barely believe my own eyes. Even my room rarely looked like that. All the surfaces were shining. Earl's bed was made and his stuff was neatly arranged on the shelves. The window was open but I could smell the faint scent of cleaning detergent. I opened his closet expecting hidden skeletons, but everything inside was neatly folded or on hangers.
"Looks like someone wants to spend the evening playing FIFA and eating pizza," I said with an approving smile. I swear I could almost see tears of pride in the boy's eyes as I fist-bumped him and patted his head. "We can even hang out without Keith, if you want, just the two of us," I said after considering it for a second."
"No, let's go downstairs, Keith is cool," Earl waved dismissively and I raised my left eyebrow.
"That's not what you said the last time," I said, suddenly feeling suspicious about his sudden transformation.
"I know, but I had a word with him and he's been way cooler to me ever since," he smiled and I looked at him intently but couldn't figure out what was going on.
"One more thing," I said as Earl was about to go back to the living room. "Who made you clean your room? Be honest."
"No one did, I just wanted you to be proud of me," Earl said with a dazzling smile.
If not for the fact that something smelled extremely fishy here, I had to admit that it worked. I felt proud. Maybe it was for the best that Keith didn't want to be in a relationship with me because he was no father material and now I totally wanted to have a kid one day.
"Please, spare me," I chuckled and patted Earl on the back, motioning him to go back downstairs. We came back to the living room and that's when things really took a strange turn.
"Get off!" Earl blurted at Keith who was sitting on the couch and minding his own business. Keith gives Earl a nervous glance. Then he looked at me just for a fraction of second before looking down and obediently standing up to sit on the armchair to the right. I watched the scene with bewilderment and already opened my mouth to say something but no words came to my mind. To be honest, I had a strong urge to slap Keith, so I really had no strong motivation to protect him.
Earl powered on the console and started the game. We played and chatted, shittalking at each other from time to time and even discussing some real life sport in the process. After Earl lost the first match, I expected him to pass the controller to Keith but he didn't. Keith made no move to demand his turn and somehow I wasn't surprised. I kept glancing at Keith who was avoiding my stare. After about twenty minutes, he stood up.
"I'll go upstairs," he said, not looking at us.
"Nah huh, stay here," Earl protested, not looking away from the screen. At this point I expected Keith to just say "fuck you Earl" and leave, but to my surprise, Keith stopped in his track and sat back on the armchair. His face was turning red.
"Is everyone feeling alright?" I asked the room in general because it was getting increasingly spooky.
"Sure," Earl answered. "Do you want something to drink, Bradd? We have coke and ice tea."
"I'll have coke, thanks," I said.
"Keith! Two cokes for us, chop chop!"
After what looked like a moment of internal battle, Keith stood up and left the room and I heard glasses clinking and the sound of poured fluid.
"What the fuck is going on, Earl? Did he lose a bet?" I asked, looking at the tv because Earl was attacking me from the flank and his wingman had super high crossing skills.
"Sort of," Earl said casually without caring to elaborate. Before I had a chance to interrogate him more, Keith was back holding two glasses of coke which he put on a coffee table before us.
This time I looked at Keith directly but his eyes were focused on his task and he immediately retreated to the armchair.
I had no clue what was going on. Did Earl manage to subdue Keith completely? Why was Keith listening to orders of a goddamn twelve years old??? For a second, I entertained the thought that Keith was enjoying it, but his face was burning with shame and not happy at all. I felt guilty for secretly enjoying this weird scene. Ever since Keith betrayed me, I was imagining various ways to take my revenge but this was beyond anything that my imagination could have produced. I knew I had to get to the bottom of this eventually, but I wasn't ready to talk to Keith in front of witnesses, so I just indulged in this guilty pleasure.
Earl made Keith fetch us drinks twice more and Keith never made a sound of complaint while his face was telling a different story.
And around that time, things went from weird to weirder. Earl stood up and turned to my ex-friend and would-be boyfriend.
"Keith, I need to pee," he said calmly. I looked at them with wide eyes, wishing I had a bucket of popcorn with me. Surely, Earl was big enough to pee by himself.
"So what?" Keith challenged Earl and for the first time looked him in the eyes with desperation.
"You know very well what. Come on, this will be quick," the boy said and went to the bathroom upstairs.
I watched Keith standing up slowly. His eyes were absent and his mouth was slightly ajar. His beet-red face was calling for help.
But he never looked back at me. Instead, he slowly went upstairs like a convict.
For a minute, I was mindlessly looking at the tv. I was no Einstein but I liked to think I was good at analyzing characters and people's intentions. But as the thoughts raced through my brain, I was not an inch closer to understanding what was going on before my eyes. After a short hesitation, I put the controller away on the couch and silently and very carefully followed them up the stairs.
I slowly approached the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. I couldn't see anything yet but I heard some sounds and what I thought was Earl's voice.
"Now lay on the floor, just like that. No, not this way. Here, good boy," I heard Earl say and my curiosity peaked. I slowly moved closer to the door, making sure to make zero sound.
"Spread your legs wider. And get yourself hard," Earl said just as I was approaching the door.
I covered my mouth because I almost gasped. When I was as close as I could get, I peeked inside and had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
Keith was laying completely naked on his back on the bathroom tiles. The white rug that had been here before was now taken away and placed in the bathtub. Keith's legs were spread and he was stroking his growing erection with his right hand.
Earl was standing over him, fully clothed, facing away from me, so that Keith's head was closely between the younger boy's legs. Only after a moment did I notice that Earl had taken off his white socks and now they were covering Keith's nose and eyes. What the fuck was going on?
"Jerk it faster, you piece of shit. You can fantasize about your Braddy if you want. You couldn't get yourself off thinking about a girl anyway, could you?" Earl asked. I found it increasingly hard not to scream.
Before Earl finished speaking, Keith was fully hard and jerked himself off vigorously. Earl seemed to be looking down at his big dick but I couldn't tell for sure. I had to keep reminding myself to stay calm and quiet.
"Open your mouth," Earl commanded and Keith obeyed. Then, Earl supported himself with his hand against the wall, raised his foot and slowly slid his toes between Keith's lips.
"Easy," Earl chuckled when Keith gagged. "I took a long bath three days ago. Now suck it. And don't stop beating your gay meat, Keith!"
Keith was completely under Earl's control; he closed his lips around the boy's toes and sucked them slowly, working his erection with his right hand. I was terrified to realize I was getting hard inside my pants, too.
"Good boy," Earl praised Keith, "jerk it. And tell me when you're almost there. Do you understand? Wiggle your toes if you do."
Keith obediently wiggled his toes and Earl chuckled.
I was mesmerized as I kept watching this insane scene. After a minute or so, Keith started moaning and pushing his hips in the air. His eyes and nose were still covered by Earl's socks.
"That's right, moan, you bitch. Are you close yet?"
Keith nodded and sped up. His dick got blurred from the motion as he was squirming and panting with his mouth full of boy foot.
But just then, Earl removed the foot, made half a step backwards and unzipped his pants.
I had to cover my mouth again because I realized what was about to happen.
"Keep your mouth open," Earl commanded, "here it comes."
I saw Earl's buttcheeks clinch underneeth his thin shorts and a moment later, a thick golden stream hit Keith's chest.
"That's it, cum now," Earl said and started covering the older boy with his pee. He directed the stream lower to hit Keith's face and completely soaked his hair and the socks that were still there. I winced when some of the fluid made its way into Keith's mouth. Then Earl directed it further away, peeing all over Keith's neck, chest, and stomach, to finally hit Keith's dick.
"Mmph... mmph," I heard familiar grunts coming from Keith's mouth. His hand slowed down a bit and immediately ropes of creamy cum shot out of his erupting dick and landed on his body. Earl chuckled as he played a game of hitting the landing spots with his own stream.
"I knew my pee would turn you on," Earl laughed as the stream slowed down and turned into single drops.
The sound of his zipper sobered me, but it was too late to escape. Earl turned around and smiled at me, absolutely unfazed if a little amused by my shocked face.
"Clean up and come downstairs!" Earl ordered Keith before stepping out of the bathroom and giving me a fist bump that I mindlessly returned. I pinched myself continuously as I followed Earl down the stairs, leaving Keith soaking wet with a mixture of Earl's pee and his own cum.
"What did you think?" Earl asked me with a cheeky grin when we were back in the living room
I was speechless but my next word came naturally to me.
"You didn't wash your hands, Earl"
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