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Subject: Silent Restroom Doors Title: Silent Restroom Doors Email: niq Author’s Note: This story is told as a fantasy, and I won’t tell you that there is any truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not… I love email and feedback, so let me know if you like this one! DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Donate: Nifty operates free because there’s people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It’s worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to niq. ======================================================== I was 12 years old when I realized I was gay. It wasn’t surprising to me, really, since kids at school have been calling me queer and `faggot’ for as long as I could remember. The turning point for me was just one of those incidents. I was in the locker room, and in true 6th grade fashion, they made us strip and shower and change into gym uniforms, including wearing jock straps. Like being 12 wasn’t already awkward enough! “I told you Dade was a fag,” I looked up from the bench, toward Joey Marcus, pointing at his jock. “You guys, seriously, he has been staring at my jock for like, 5 minutes!” I blushed. I blushed HARD. You know what? He was right. I was staring. His torso was lean, his pecs and abs were top of his game, and he had the roundest ass I’d seen of anyone. I mean, I’ve only seen my own class in our changing room here, but he, by far, had the best body. The guys all laughed and kept joking around. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them. But it was then, it clicked. I never once looked at girls like I look at boys. In the shower at home, where I discovered the joys of a power hand shower nozzle against my groin, my thoughts always went back to Abercrombie catalog models, or.. Joey. I was gay. My name is Dade Murphy, 12 year old homo. Huh. Now what. I walked home that day, just a bit numb. It was a big realization, and I had to figure out what, if anything, would change. Do I tell anyone? What happens if I meet another boy? Does sex hurt? I mean, I’m not really ignorant to how things work – I am 12 after all, and I have the internet. But, until today, I never really even thought that I needed to look at porn. Maybe I should. You know, for research. When I got home, I called through the house to see if anyone was home. It was just my Mom, Sharon, and my brother, Doug. Doug was 16, and I never saw him. He was a `cool’ teenager, and I was a dorky little kid. Actually, that’s not completely true. I mean, yeah, I was a bit of a clumsy dork. But I wasn’t little, and I wasn’t that bad to look at. I had a growth spurt over the summer; I grew to 5’8, and what my mom called `baby fat’ had turned into some lean muscle. Even though I don’t like sports really, I still like to run, and I climb trees all the time. So much, that Doug used to call me `Monkey’. Well, when he used to hang out with me, anyway. Yeah. So my plan didn’t work. Mom has an internet blocker on the router. So, no porn for me, but I did figure out how to see some dudes though from google images. Guys on there ranged all across the spectrum. Thin guys, muscle guys, and even guys who were uncircumcised. As I looked through the thumbnails, my body clearly confirmed my suspicion. My dick was hard in my cargo shorts. I’m not sure if I am average for my age, but I know it’s really hard to hide when I get horny. I did use a school ruler once to measure, so I know I am about 5″ when it’s hard. Honestly, not sure why I measured, but I kinda feel like all guys check themselves, you know? I was just about to fix the problem, unzipping, when I heard the door keys jingle. Doug walked in to the main room just as I closed the browser. I blushed again, but he just rolled his eyes. Right to his room, as always. Music on, blaring. Door. Locked. Still, I couldn’t risk it. Mom might come home any minute. Time for a long, hot, pulsing shower. When Doug came down for breakfast the next morning, I noticed his hair had a streak of white in the front. It was clearly bleached. Mom didn’t say a word when she saw it, but I watched her roll her eyes. He was so different now. As kids, we were almost like twins. There was never a question that we were brothers. We both had blue eyes, with light brown hair. Most of the time, I would make him or mom style my hair to match his. Back then, we did everything together. I don’t know what changed – but about 2 years ago, when he was 14, he just started locking his door. Then he stopped climbing trees with me. Then he would get mad at me, and call me a `stupid little kid’. Doug and I never take the same route to school. At one point, he started leaving the house earlier than me, and he rides his bike through the park. Since it’s always sunny in California, and the school is like a mile away, I’ve always just walked. Going through the park is faster, but there’s a lot of kids that go that way, and I don’t feel like dealing with them, if they decide to tease me. It’s happened before. On this particular day, though, I was running late. I had to cut through the park. Since school was starting in about 15 minutes, I risked it. I didn’t think any kids would be out. I was right. For the most part, the park was empty. I passed by the swings where Doug and I used to play. I walked around the ‘lake’, which was mostly just a pond. I passed by the big green bathrooms; it was an old but solid building. It had doors on either side, one for girls and one for boys. It was painted green on the outside, but I’ve used it before, and inside it was all white. Tile lined all of the walls, and the stalls were even built with full walls. The floor was concrete, and always had a damp feeling – but whoever managed the park, kept it spotless. Doug even commented once, back when Doug and I came here, that there was never any graffiti on the walls. As I was passing, I shimmer of silver caught my eye. There, tucked in the bushes beside the big green building, looked like a… bike? I squinted to see, but couldn’t tell. I didn’t have time to check. At school, I made it to first period just in time. I had to skip my locker on the way, so I got yelled at for having my book bag, but otherwise, the day went by just fine. I never wanted to be late to first period; it was English class, and my teacher, Mr. Montoya, was always wearing clothes one-size too small. If you ever thought you might be gay? Take his class. You’ll know. He was in his late 20’s – a fact we found out during a round table about Hamlet – and he was not married. He said he had a child, but he never really talked about it. I feel like he said it just to keep a bit of mystery. Anyway, he’s about 6 foot, and you can tell he works out. His arms are always bulging, and tight around his shirt sleeves. And he always wore jeans, unlike any other teacher. But they weren’t normal jeans. They were the kind that the cool kids wear. Like, the lower rise, expensive kind you seen in shopping malls with perfect, shirtless guys posing in black Apart, the young travelers made their way. Much to the demise of the travelers in tow, There are many days that pass before today. Two ship mates, working hard for their pay, They must tend to their ship, earn their stay. For if they don’t, their future is bleak – And then they will not find, the home along the bay.” I folded the paper up, sitting down. A cough from behind, “*cough* homo so gay! *cough*” “That’s enough,” Mr. Montoya warned, looking at the giggling boys behind me. “Not bad, Dade. Inspiration?” I shrugged. “Started as a rhyme,” I said. I looked at Mr. Montoya’s feet. Nikes. Nice. “Then, I thought about like, how this country came to be. And like, how all different people had to work to make it happen. I dunno, it just.. started to come out.” Mr. Montoya nodded, and took my paper with the poem. “Good work.” Outside, after school, I caught a glimpse of my Brother on his bike. He headed toward the park and I started my walk. A familiar voice began from behind me. “Ohhh, two ship mates, GAY in the dark…” I didn’t turn around. There was no need. Eddie, and likely his group, were behind me. They continued, “Gay for each other.. sucking dick in the park!” I rolled my eyes, but kept walking. You can’t give them the satisfaction of fear, or anger, or hurt. You just. Keep. Walking. I turned to the park, and they didn’t follow. They had buses to catch. Just like in the morning, I had to pass the pond and the big Breen bathrooms. Again, I saw the shimmer of silver. I looked around. No one of concern was in the area, so I decided to investigate. Besides, I had to pee. I climbed the small hill, reaching the cracked concrete sidewalk that lead to the two doors. Off to the left, the shimmer had become recognizable; it was a bike. Likely, some kid needed to pee. I didn’t look any closer, and instead walked around to the boys’ side. Entry to the building was weird. The first part was actually just an L shaped wall. I guess it prevented wind and rain against the real door, around the corner. The actual door was big and heavy, made of metal, but painted to look like the rest of the building. It opened surprisingly easy, but was still heavy. I noticed that it was well oiled, it didn’t make any squeaking noises. Once you were in that part, it was just a row of sinks, leading to another door. As before, there was no graffiti on any of the walls, and the whole place smelled like bleach. Super clean. I walked through the next door, into the main room. It was just a swinging door, also whisper quiet. The room had 6 stalls on the side, and 8 urinals directly in front of them. There were windows at the top, about 9 feet up, with vents above them. It was dimly lit, but the afternoon sun was enough to see clearly. Because I get teased a bit in school, I often check who’s in the room before I commit to a urinal. Boys can be jerks in the bathroom. I bent down a bit, peeking under the row. The first couple were empty, so I walked in, unzipping at the first urinal. As I began to pee, I heard a speaking noise, like a shoe on wet tile. My head snapped over to the last stall, and I saw a pair of feet. Oh, ok. Someone is in here. Probably that kid with the bike. A moment later, I heard a.. voice? “Go slower, and I’ll get there..” It whispered. My peeing stopped, and I pulled up my shorts immediately. I didn’t leave my spot, but I turned my head and shoulders to the sound. That’s when I noticed it. The shoes. They were pointing AT the toilet, not away. Maybe he was pee shy? Who uses the stall to pee? Then, it happened again. “Dude, you gonna.. eat it?” Said the whisper. What was going on? Slowly, I bent down. My eyes blinked. Then again. There, in the last stall, were not just a pair of feet pointing the wrong way.. but knees. gaziantep escort And legs. There was ANOTHER person in the stall, on his knees! I held my breath. I needed to see more. I turned on my heels, and took a step closer. The stalls had thin gaps between the doors. If I could get the right angle… “Buddy, I’m close. If you want to swallow… keep going..” Another whisper. Now that I was closer, I could hear more sounds. Slurping, and a little gagging. I took another step, now almost directly in front of the stall next to them. I peeked in. It was dark, but I could see. I could see. I couldn’t believe what I could see. There was a man, almost bald, on his knees. His hands were holding onto the hips of another, a man standing up. The bald guy had his eyes clamped shut, and his mouth was wrapped tightly around.. the standing guy’s dick! I watched in awe as the man on his knees pivoted and stroked his mouth up and down, sucking in the other guy’s cock. He held his hips a wedding ring on his finger; the standing man had both hands behind the bald man’s neck. Occasionally, the standing man would push his hips forward, and the balding man would gag, and then pull fully away. Each time, I’d see the standing man’s dick. A good 7″, slightly curved, very wet and glistening with saliva. Until now, the balding man was all I could see. The standing man, now breathing heavy, had his face toward the ceiling. I could tell from my own jerk off sessions, he was getting ready to cum. The standing man moved his hands to the sides of the balding man’s face, and said, “I’m gonna cum, dude. Want it?” Without waiting for an answer, the standing man began to pump his hips. The bald man tightened his face, his eyes watering. He began to gag with each thrust, but the standing man didn’t stop. The bald man moved his hands from the hips of the standing man to the sides of the walls, holding on as his mouth got slammed harder and deeper. With a grunt, the standing man pushed all the way into his throat, and a small growl, then muffled moan, came from him. He was cumming down that man’s throat! The standing man shook a little, and the bald man pulled back, his face matted with sweat, tears, and saliva. His dick fell out of the man’s mouth, and as he wiped the tears, he whispered, “Thanks, that was hot!” The standing man let go of the balding man, and put his hands through his hair. He looked down, his cock still dripping with cum, and smiled. “My pleasure, dude. Same time next week?” My body froze. Then, in an instant, panic set in. I backed away from the stall. I passed through the doors. I skipped washing my hands. The oiled, quiet doors were my savior as I escaped the bathroom. Once outside, I ran down the hill, across the sandlot, past the old swings, and around the pond. I didn’t allow myself to stop until I was at my block, a couple houses away. The bald man. The 45 year old guy, married, had just.. he just gave my BROTHER a blow job. I walked into the house, threw my bag to the floor, and flopped on the recliner. Was my brother gay? Also? I had to know.. but how do I find out? I can’t just be like, ‘hey, saw your dick shoving down some married guy’s throat. Is he your boyfriend?’ Just then, Doug came in. As usual, his BMX bike (shiny silver!) was over his shoulder. The look I had must’ve been epic; he noticed. “What’s the deal, spaz? Why you lookin’ at me like that?” I blinked, but didn’t move. I noted that his shirt was only part way tucked in, and he had a wet spot on his jeans. I shook myself out of it, and forced words out of my mouth. “Rough day at school. Stupid Eddie…” I heard the words, but I felt drunk. He just shook his head and hung his bike on the ceiling hook. “Dude, you gotta start fighting back, Date. You can’t be a fag all your life about this shit. Get a black eye. Earn some respect.” He didn’t let me answer, and I felt a twist at my neck. Fag? Respect? Wasn’t HE the one just doing the gay stuff with the married man? I slammed back in my chair, and began to think about it. His cock was long and veiny. I mean, it was dark, but I could see it pretty clear. Definitely longer than anyone I’ve ever seen. The pics online were ok, but something about his. It was connected to my brother! I could imagine his dick now, a missing piece of the puzzle. I’d seen him naked tons of times, or at least in his underwear; but now, seeing it hard, I could tell why so many crushed on him. To start, I mean, his hair was perfect. It was amber-brown, and it fell into his face when he walked, talked, or did just about anything. He would look through it at you, like he already knew what you were going to say. He had that smirk in his lips that always invited you to talk, even if you were mad at his stupid crap. His face, along with his tall frame, always made him look good in the t-shirt-hoodie-jeans combo he wore. His pants, always too big, hung off his hips, and his bowers always escaped the top. He was thin, but not boney; I’d say he would be great for baseball, but not soccer, you know? I know he didn’t work out, but that’s not really an issue, because he was naturally tight. His abs weren’t washboard, but he sure could keep up with the models. Fuck. I’m hard. I’m hard over my brother. Gay and a creep. I wonder what he does in that room all the time? It was four days before I had the chance to find out, or well, even SEE him again. Each morning, he was out to school before I was done showering; I wondered if he was getting head every day? Finally, on Friday, I came up with a plan. At 7th period, I told my teacher that my inhaler was low. (I never use it, but just in case…) She sent me to the nurse. The nurse, who didn’t seem to care about anything, told me to run home and get one. She type up an exception on the computer, and I was out the door. How frickin’ easy was that? I raced out the door, heading right to the park. My plan was simple. I was gonna hide in the cubicle, and ‘catch’ him in the act. Then, I was gonna make him tell me the truth, or, something. When I got there, no shiny silver. I walked in the bathroom, through the sinks, and into the main area. To my surprise, there was another man, at the urinal. He was about 35, almost as short as me. Maybe 5’4″? I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. I walked past him, and went into the second-to-last cubicle. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I realized quickly that it would be weird to go into a stall and not ‘sit down’… so I did. I pulled down my pants, checked the seat for anything gross, then sat down. At first, I looked down, like anyone does when they are in the bathroom. Then, I noticed movement. The guy at the urinal.. had moved over. Now, he was at the urinal in front of me. I watched through the crack; he coughed, then he lowered his pants a little. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly felt the urge to cough. When I did, he stopped moving. I watched as he looked out to the doorway, then hiked up his pants. He stepped away from the urinal, and came to my stall. With a little wiggle, the door was free, and there he was in front of me. I looked up at him, blankly, and he stepped in. “I only got like 5 minutes kid. You swallow or shoot?” My dick sprang to attention, seeing this grown man in front of me, his collared shirt tails sticking out, and his dick pulled out of his pants. He was cut, and thick, but not long. Very hairy. “So, stand up then!” He whispered. I didn’t know what else to do, so I stood. In seconds, the man was on his knees. His mouth sucked in my cock, now raising to it’s full 5″ and sticking straight out. I felt waves of pleasure hit me as he massaged my shaft with his tongue. His hands, cold but soft, grabbed my ass and pulled me in. I had no control over what was happening, but I didn’t care. It was the best feeling I’ve ever had. And I was getting close. The man got faster, and he started to grunt. I could feel my own balls pull tight, and I tried to warn him. “Mister… Sir… Uhm… ” I whispered. He just nodded and went deeper. There was no holding back. 2 days of cum shot like a rocket out of my cock. The man pulled me to him as deep as he could, and I felt my cock pass his tongue. He gagged as I pumped my teen load into his throat, but didn’t pull away. Even when I stopped gyrating and pulsating from the intense orgasm, he kept me deep inside him. His hands, once holding me in place, were now at his own cock, once feverishly pumping, the other spinning his fingers around his balls. He moaned in muffled sounds, my cock still blocking his throat, as he shot 1, 2, 4 loads of cum onto the floor. It hit my shoes and jeans, and I didn’t move as he convulsed. Just as quick as it had started, it was over. The man was on his feet, cock in pants, shirt tucked in, and out the door before I had even come down from my high. I sat back down, my head spinning. A random dude, no name, no conversation, had just blown me. My first BJ. Hell YEAH! I sat there for about 15 minutes, and looked at my phone. Mom gave us flip phones for emergencies. It was 3:18, and this would be about the time school let out. I would know in ten minutes, if something was happening. I pulled up my pants and waited, bringing my feet up to the seat, and resting my weight on the faucet of the toilet. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it made sure no one saw me in here. At 3:35, I was about to give up. A jogger came in to pee, then a school mate. No married bald man, and no sign of Doug. I grabbed my bag from the hook and set a foot down, when I heard a shuffle of sneaker. I froze, and peered out the crack of the stall. Almost 6’, thin, gray backpack, Nikes. That was Doug! He walked in casually, and headed all the way to the end of the urinals. At the furthest one, I had to arch my neck and look out the hinge side of the door to see. I moved super slow and re-hung my bag. I didn’t want to miss anything. Doug unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans, letting his pants fall to his hips. I’d never seen anyone who was about to pee, expose that much of their underwear before. He pulled the band down from his boxers, and his cock flopped out. He wasn’t hard, and he wasn’t peeing. I watched as he adjusted himself a bit; his pants were far enough to see the bottom of his ass, but his boxers didn’t actually expose anything. His junk was out, but he could easily flip up the boxers if he wanted. He wasn’t peeing. He was advertising. And not a moment too soon. A man in a suit walked in, pausing briefly at the sight of another in the room. He turned to the first urinal, and began to undo his belt. I felt myself getting hard again. My brother made no actions, at first. He just stood there, like he was peeing, even though anyone in the room would know he wasn’t. The man, now unzipped, began to pee, and looked up at the ceiling. Nothing was happening. Then, it changed. Doug coughed. Then, he wiggled his dick. His stance against the urinal was enough that anyone could see his dick. The suited man, now done peeing, made no move to zip up. Now HE just suriyeli escort stood there. Doug coughed again. The suit man, slowly looked from the ceiling over to his right, where Doug was now slowly massaging his dick. Doug didn’t look at him, just keep looking at his own dick. It wasn’t getting hard; it was like you do when you’re trying to get the last drops out. The suited man watched. Doug coughed again, and the suited man shuffled. He looked to the door, and not seeing anyone, took a few sidesteps. He was now next to my brother, both facing forward. I almost gasped at what I saw. My brother, without looking, let go of his own dick, and reached over to the suited man. His right hand began to fonder the guy. The suited man flipped back his coat tails, and rested his hands on his hips. “You suckin?” The man asked to the air. Doug replied by turning to the man. “20” The man nodded, and turned to face my brother. Doug, now fully gripped on the man’s dick, got to his knees. I watched as he licked the head of the man’s dick. I saw the man grow to a full 7″. His hands pulled my brother to his cock, and with no hesitation, pushed all the way inside. Doug didn’t gag; his eyes went wide, and he slammed them shut. The man pulled and shoved Doug’s head back and forth, his hips pumping in time. He got a bit faster, his breathing now shallow. “30 if you swallow.” He said. Doug moaned and pushed his own head deeper; the man tensed up, and coughed as I watched my brother swallow his load. It was quick; the man was zipped up and ready to go in no time, his wallet out and 30$ handed to him. Doug only nodded, still on his knees. When the man left, Doug turned and spit the remaining cum from his mouth into the urinal. I watched Doug do this two more times right away after that. First to a Mexican construction worker, no payment, then to a guy about college-age with a very small cock. That one kissed Doug on the lips, and offered to blow him. Doug shook his head, but kissed him like he meant it. Doug didn’t even jerk on his own junk. He just kept dropping to his knees and kept taking guys as they came in. Most passed him a few bucks; not sure how much. My own cock was hard and soft so many times, I thought I would explode. But I was stuck. It was getting harder to sit still, and I was getting sore from the angle. I could feel the cold metal on my face as I held myself up, straining to see the action. More than once, the metal stall barriers would catch my weight, and squeak. Each time, my heart stopped, but neither Doug, nor his current `friend’ seemed to notice. It wasn’t until almost 530pm that Doug finally had enough. He stood up, spit into the urinal, and flushed. He walked to the door, swinging it open. I took the opportunity to shift a little, and I heard a cough. I peeked through the opposite crack in the stall, and Doug was there, at the door, looking TOWARD ME. My whole body drained of color. There was no way he could see me, right? “Hope you enjoyed the show!” he called out. All of the blood left my body. I felt myself go completely white. I froze completely. I held my breath as the faucet squeaked alive. Doug was washing his hands. He was leaving. In a moment, I would be alone. I waited for another 15 minutes. It was easily after 6pm when I let myself move; I peeked out the doors. Doug was gone, and there was no one in the park. I began to walk home, taking the long route along the lake. I had to think. I saw so much today. My brother… He… Those men… I mean, this wasn’t just a one-time thing. He.. he was like.. addicted? When I got home, the house was quiet. A note on the kitchen simply said, “Home late – 365 for 45” I looked in the fridge, and there was a casserole waiting. I realized how hungry I really was. I turned on the stove, and sat at the counter. There was no other sound; just me, the crackle of the rickety oven, and my thoughts. The oven beeped, I put in the casserole, and decided I needed a shower. Under the stream of hot water, all the images of today filled my mind. I pictured each one; each man. The grunts. The… cum. I felt myself getting hard again. I felt the pressure from the water on my back. My soapy hands slid down my body, and made contact. I shut my eyes, the images of those men in front of my brother. I couldn’t help it. I began to pump my dick. My left hand pressed against the wall, holding myself up. I couldn’t stop. My mind went back to each one of the orgasms; each time Doug took a man’s seed. The feelings took over. I pumped harder, faster. I slammed my eyes shut, and my dick took over. I felt everything from the day come to a point. My balls got tight. My knees started to buckle; it was happening. In a wave of pleasure, my body shook; pulse after pulse of my own orgasm finally released. I couldn’t help it. I moaned loudly as it happened. Low in my throat, it just escaped. Best orgasm of my young life. It wasn’t until the water began to grow cold that I realized how much time had passed. I ate alone, clicking through the channels. Doug hadn’t come home yet. But, he left before me? Around 8, I heard the familiar sounds of Doug’s stomp as he climbed the front steps with his bike. I didn’t look when he came in; I couldn’t. Everything I knew about my brother had changed; I had… jerked off to him. Over him. Because of him. Everyone of my sexual thoughts now had his face in it. I felt myself blush. Nope, can’t look at him. “Dinner?” He asked. I clicked the channel. “Kitchen. Mom’s Sheppard’s Pie.” I croaked out. My voice hasn’t cracked in months! I passed the kitchen quickly as I headed to my room. I couldn’t face him. He didn’t even look at me. He was too busy shoveling a scoop onto a plate. It was 3 days before I saw him again. He was left for school early, and picked up some shifts at the diner where he worked sometimes. I tried the restroom after school once, but no one showed up. Well, some guy showed up, but it was clear he needed the stall for it’s intended purpose. I left quickly. On Wednesday, Mom asked me to hang out until Doug got home. We ordered a pizza, and when he set down his bike, Mom convinced him to stay in the kitchen. She had some news. “Big news,” she chanted. “Aunt Sarah is coming for the week!” Doug looked at me, and I felt my face get hot. We knew what this meant. “But Ma… I’m like, 16 now, almost 17… I can’t..” But she wasn’t having it. “Look, you LOVE Auntie Sarah! I think you can handle it for ONE week.” Doug slumped back in his chair. You see, when we had visitors, he had to give up his room, his bed, and come back into my room. When Dad was alive, we shared my room, and that was back when we were still friends. When Dad left, mom turned the extra room from the office/workout/phone call room, into Doug’s ‘teenager haven’. For the next 6 days, we were roomies again. He wasn’t happy. To be honest, neither was I. I mean, I jerk off every night lately, and wake up with a hard on every morning. I’m not sure I want him to be around for that. And then thinking of what he did last week… I blushed. I was getting hard, right there in the kitchen! Good thing I was sitting down. Nothing more had to be said. Doug bitched to Mom about his space and his stuff, and she urged him to be flexible. I laughed, thinking about what that could mean. The next night, I came home to a new set of sheets on the top bunk. MY bunk. Mom had given him MY bunk! Whatever, I can’t even. I turned on my little tv in the room, and soon fell asleep. I woke up to a foot on my lower bunk. My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I couldn’t believe it. I had slept through dinner, and it was already 1030pm! I caught the naked leg of my brother as it hopped into bed. I didn’t make any noise; I’m sure he thought I was still asleep. The channel on the TV changed. Doug had the remote now, too. He turned it to an infomercial, and the volume lowered to a whisper. Did he still sleep with the TV on? As my eyes adjusted to the room, I noticed that there was a new pile of clothes on the floor, including some bright blue underwear, jeans, a shirt, and a sock. Was he.. naked up there? My dick responded immediately. I strained to listen. While there was nothing at first, I soon felt the bed shimmer a little. Then, a bit more. Was he getting comfortable, or was he… jerking off? I didn’t breathe, but my dick was tight in my jockeys. I had to know. He wasn’t making any noises now, and the bed stopped. Nope, he’s asleep. The light snoring started. But I was still hard. I pulled down my jockeys to let my own cock free. Thankfully, this bunk was where I stored my hand lotion. I reached to the wall, and puled out the familiar pump. This wouldn’t take long, as I could only think about my own brother, naked and hard, sleeping only inches above me. My hand wrapped around my hardness, and in no time, I was arching my back to the soft touch of the cream. I closed my eyes and began to pump my hips. My body began to use my hand like another person, and soon, I was pumping into it. I could feel myself getting closer to climax as the lotion began to dry, making some more friction for it. I felt the springs beneath me bounce and my hips pumped my hand. The bed began to squeak. I froze, waiting for it to settle. I could still hear Doug’s snore, and no movement. My eyes closed again, and I started to grip harder. I pushed my cock through my hand, and felt my balls tighten. I gritted my teeth. My ears began to pound with the sound of my heartbeat as my hand pumped faster and faster. My mind raced to the memory of Doug kissing that hot college guy. Then I flashed to his face. Doug’s look, after each time a man finished; on his face, in his mouth. There was a look – a spark. I felt my own spark as I realized – his satisfaction was from the OTHER men’s orgasm. I couldn’t take it. My whole body tensed, and my hand flew up and down. Just as I felt the first wave, Doug’s voice came from above. “Dude, are you really…” My eyes shot open, and as the first shot of cum hit my stomach, I focused in. Doug had hung his head over the bed, and was watching as my teen 5″ shot pump after pump of it’s full day load. I couldn’t speak; my inhales were overrun by the feeling of the orgasm. My eyes looked directly at him; his initial look of annoyance and disgust turned to a smirk. He was now entertained by how I was at the mercy of my orgasm. The pulses and waves subsided, and I was finally able to break eye contact. I looked briefly down at my junk, my hand and tummy covered in white sticky fluid. I reached for my hidden cum towel, and wiped up a bit. When I turned back, Doug was still there, his head stopped over the edge of the bunk bed. I looked up at him. He was smiling like he knew something I didn’t. I felt frustrated. No, I felt angry. For years, he wouldn’t let me NEAR him or his stuff I haven’t even seen inside his room for months. And now, he was perving on ME, jerking off. I felt like I needed to show him he didn’t have the right. Then it hit me. I looked rus escort directly at him. An evil grin escaped my lips. I paused, then, as I pulled up my jockeys and my blanket, I asked, “Enjoy the show?” His own smirk faded, and his face went white. I turned to my side, now eyes closed and facing the wall. There was no need for me to see him. From the immediate reaction, I knew he got it. And now he knew. I held all his secrets. I knew what he did after school. Before school. How he could afford new shoes and the BMX. I listened as he rustled back into bed. I heard as he silently slammed his fist on the mattress. I fell asleep to silence. I imagined him laying there, eyes wide open. I slept very well that night. When I woke up, he was gone. All his clothes were missing, and his backpack was off the chair. He had already left. There was no hurry for me, so I made pop tarts and walked to school like normal. I didn’t see him in the halls, but his bike was locked on the rack. Plus, if he skipped, Mom would know. I didn’t see him after school either, but Mom set martial law; we were to be home every day for dinner with Aunt Sarah. That meant at 6pm, we were face to face, across the table. He had no choice but to look at me. Auntie Sarah rattled on, telling us all about her adventures; I would smile and nod, each time, watching Doug stare at his plate. When the time came, I showered quickly, and decided to wear only my joggers to bed. I turned out the light, and began to drift. Doug crept in about an hour later. Mom had let him stay up with her and Auntie, and when he came in, the light from the hall shone directly in my face. I didn’t move, even though it woke me up. When the bright light dimmed, I peeked. I watched Doug slowly, quietly, take off his clothes. He searched for his own pajama bottoms, moving pile after pile of his clothes. He was naked, and I could see the pale silhouette of his body. I watched, getting harder every second, and he stretched and bent to find clothes. He gave up quickly, not finding anything suitable to wear. I watched his flat stomach approach the bed, his softness below swaying back and forth. His leg lifted to the step on my bunk, and I could smell the fresh scent of soap. He was showered and clean, and I was hard as hell for him. I listened as he lay in bed, his legs sliding under the sheets. Then, silence. “Doug…” I whispered. At first, I didn’t think he heard me. I was just about to speak again, when he whispered, “Yeah, Dade?” I found myself speechless. I wasn’t sure what to say. My hands went to my cock, rubbing lightly. This time, it wasn’t for anything sexual. For whatever reason, it just made me feel relaxed. “What?” He said again, this time with some actual voice. The whisper was a formality, really. No one could hear us. I coughed, then sighed. “I..” What do I say? “I’m… I… like guys too.” Silence. I looked up at the mattress above me. No movement. No sound. The clock glowed, ticking, a full minute. Then another. “Did… you hear me?” I pleaded. “Yeah.” He said. More of nothing. More minutes passed. Finally, he spoke. “I’m… I wasn’t sure how to talk about this.” I nodded. I wasn’t either. “Doug. You like, did stuff. I didn’t mean to perv… but you… you didn’t stop.” “Don’t talk about that. Please-” he was pleading. “No one can know about that.” I hesitated. This wasn’t where I wanted this to go. I just wanted… I don’t know what I wanted. “Doug,” I shuddered a bit, “I’m just trying to say, like. I get it. I am the same as… the same as you.” It was getting hard to speak. My throat caught with my words. I felt the tears well up. I sniffled. Doug flipped off the bed, still naked, and got down to his knees. His face was close to mine, and he whispered, “Ok, buddy. It’s ok.” Then he hugged me. I mean, He really hugged me. I felt my upper body pulled into his. His chest was warm, and my head fit into his shoulder. I didn’t mean to cry. I wrapped my arms around him. I could smell his soap, mixed with his own scent. I felt myself start to get hard, and tried to pull away. He held tight. “Dade, I’m still kinda… figuring it all out. But I… like guys too.” He wrapped around me, and I could feel his hands rub on my back. It did nothing to help me. I was now twisted, my pardon poking clearly through the sheets. Once more I tried to pull away. “Doug…uh…” I coughed. He pulled back, and I saw it. He was hard as a rock, his own erection sticking straight out into the night. I didn’t say anything, but he knew I saw. “Looks like we both have the same issues, hey, buddy?” He laughed. I looked at him, and watched in awe as his hand left my back, and rested on top of the tent in my sheets. He was.. touching me. A moment passed, and we pulled away. I wasn’t sure how to react, and he didn’t do anything more. He fell backward, Indian style, with no effort to cover up. “Where do we go now?” He asked, quietly. “Have you ever, you know, done stuff?” I shook my head, and sat up, Indian style as well. He had tried to make me feel better. He had… dropped his guard. I let the sheets fall away, and he watched as my own hard-on was exposed. He began to tell me about how he discovered the restroom. How he really did just go one day to pee. How a man in his 40’s offered him 10 dollars to see him get hard. How the man gave him another $20 to taste Doug’s dick. How for the first time, he came inside someone’s mouth. My mind raced as I compared my own experience. How similar they were. How hard I was. We both were. Something would have to be done about it, if I was gonna get any sleep. As if reading my mind, Doug spoke again. “Look, I gotta get some sleep, but.. uh, little Doug here needs to get off first. It’s gonna sound weird, but, I mean, since we both know all this stuff…” My jaw dropped. Was he… “…can I uhm, you know. Taste it?” I didn’t speak. I didn’t move. He reached up, separating my legs. His hands slid up my thighs, and I felt his warmth. With no delay, his mouth slid onto my cock. I inhaled sharply, and my own arms went to my face. My OWN BROTHER was sucking me off. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as his wet tongue slid up and down my shaft. He was as good as I thought, and in no time, I was tapping his shoulder. He pulled a hand down to his own cock, and his other pushed against my chest. I felt the pressure of his arm as he held me against the wall, his head bobbing harder and faster, and his other arm pumping fast and hard. I couldn’t hold back. My breathing stopped, my back arched, and my dick began to shoot. Pulse after pulse, right into the back of his warm throat. He didn’t pull away; he just slid back as my load coated his insides. I finally exhaled, and my back relaxed. Doug grunted, his voice still muffled by my dick, still hard in his mouth. I focused on him, my hands now running through his hair. He was pumping hard, and fast, his own cock below the mattress. I wanted to see him cum! “Doug,” I begged, “Doug, please… cum on me. Let me see it..” I looped my hands under his armpits and pulled. I wasn’t strong, but I needed him to come up. His face pulled from my dick and he looked up at me. Our eyes met. “Show me, please?” I repeated. He stopped his jerking long enough to stand up. His knees folded on either side of my hips. His ass came down on me, and my cock, now softening, was angled under his ass. He was tall, so he bent down, arching his head. I pulled it to my shoulder, and there he was, his body now on top of mine, his hand back at his cock. I could feel the heat from his breath as he panted with each pump. His fist was pulling and pumping so fast now, I could tell he was close. “I’m.. a shooter… Dade…” He panted. He wasn’t lying. With no other warning, the first shot of his load hit me. Volley after volley hit my face, the wall, my hair. I wanted to watch, but the shots forced my eyes closed. I could smell the faint hint of bleach and iron, a smell that only cum can make. I heard him groan, his ass grinding the whole time. I couldn’t move, as his body was fully on me, and his chest had collapsed into me. My hands were at his hips, and I smirked, thinking for a moment that this is what fucking might be like. He untwisted from me, flipping his leg over, and releasing his weight from my torso. I could feel dripping of cum on my hair and cheek. I wiped a bit, sneaking a taste. It was good. I mean, really good. Like vanilla. Mine never tasted like that. He looked at me, his own body now relaxed on the bed. “You’re a mess.” I swiped another trail of cum from my chest, and flicked it at him. He laughed. “Well, it’s your fault,” I said. I pulled from the wall, my back relaxing. There we were, both on our backs, our legs still slightly twisted, his head on my pillow, and my head at the foot. I was out of energy. “Hey, uhh, Dade?” Doug asked. “Two things…” I nodded and sat up. “First, we really can’t talk about this, to anyone, ever. You know?” His tone was broken. He was scared. “Oh, no shit. I know.” I said, fully confident. There’s NO way I would tell anyone. “Second.. Uhm. Do you mind, well. I mean, I don’t usually get… cuddly,” he was still stammering. “But, you’re my brother, and… well, what we did was… it was more than just some guy in a stall.. you know?” I nodded, but I wasn’t sure what he was getting to. “So, can I… You wanna bunk with me tonight?” His eyes shimmered when I crawled up to him. We used my sheets to wipe off, and he popped up to his bunk. I followed behind him. We fell asleep, his body cupped around me. The morning came fast. He was awake when my eyes opened. He spoke, quietly. “If last night was a mistake, tell me now, and I’ll never-” I stopped him with a hand over his mouth. My hand reached down to his, and I put it to my own hard-on. “I wanted it. I wanted you. I always have,” I said. He began to rub me up and down, and I felt my body shiver, but I had to get this out. “I hate that you became a cool teen, and you cut me out. But, I think, this was why.” He nodded, and I actually smiled. His face looked funny with my hand over his mouth, so I pulled it away. He took the opportunity to speak. “You’re great, Dade. I just didn’t know how you – how we’d – get on after you knew these things.” We began to jerk each other off. His load came quickly, and he used the wetness and lubrication. I had never felt something so amazing in my life. When the week was over, and Aunt Sarah left, Doug returned to his room. I worried that things would change, but at about 10pm that night, there was a knock at my door. I was naked, in my top bunk. “Yeah?” I asked. Doug peeked his head in. “Hey, Uh. I have a queen sized bed. It’s kinda lonely in there. Wanna help me?” I jumped down and chased him back to his room. — Mom never found out about the restrooms, or what Doug and I did that whole school year. And yes, we continued to do things. He’s had a boyfriend or two, but we still made time for our own fun. He’ll be 19 soon, and college has him moving to another state. I’ll miss him, but I know that he and I will always be close. After all, he’s the first (and only) man I’ve fucked. You never forget your first, right? Perhaps I’ll share that another time. ======================================================== Like it? Email me. niq

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