Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2014 23:11:32 -0400
From: Robert Mooney <briarwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Jodan, chapter 1 (bisexual, high school, incest)

This is my first submission to Nifty, It fiction based, in part, on some of
my adventures as a young man. The characters are all fictitious, and will
be varied, boys, girls, young guys.  If you are not old enough to be
reading this, please don't. If it's against the law for you to read
sexually explicit material, please leave. If you enjoy the story, I have
more to it.

   Positive comments are welcome at bwriter@gmail.com



                                 Jodan

"I've never seen a squirrel with a white tail before," she said.

"I think a white tail means they're teenage squirrels," I explained.

   We were walking in the woods, behind my house--my cousin Trish, and
I--primarily because when our mothers got together, the noise level and the
giggling were unbearable...at least to me it was. My mom, God love her, was
bad enough, but my aunt had one of those voices that is annoying as hell.

   "Why didn't your dad come along?" I asked as we walked.

   "He didn't want to. He and Mom are not getting along lately."

   "I'm sorry to hear that," I offered, even though I wasn't sorry in the
least. My uncle Frank is a pretty decent guy. I've never understood why
he'd stayed with Trish's mom as long as he has. She's the type of female
that's annoying and bossy, the type that I avoid like the
plague. Unfortunately, you can't choose your family or your in-laws,
though.  "How are you holding up," I asked Trish.

   "OK, I guess. I feel sorry for Dad though. He works so hard and Mom just
won't leave him alone. I doubt he'll stay with her much longer, and It
seems to be getting worse."

   "What'll you do if they split up?" I asked.

   "Go with my dad if I can. I have a feeling Mom'll be a mess if he does
decide to leave her, and I don't want to be around her when that happens."

   "Are you close to your dad?"

   "Not really. I mean, he loves me, I know, but I don't know if, moving
out, he'd even consider letting me go with him."

   "Maybe you should talk to him about it," I suggested.

   "I know. I'm afraid to, though. I mean, what if he isn't even
considering leaving and I put the idea in his head?"

   "I see your point," I replied, "but I think I'd still talk to him if I
were you. Take control of your life...to the extent that you can, anyway."

   "Yea, you're probably right."

   I'm Joseph Daniel Westin, Jodan, for short...my name invention...but it
stuck! Even my folks accepted it...everybody did, except for stupid Ms
Wright, my English teacher. It's par for the course for her, though. I
can't stand her.

   Actually, I don't like most of the women I know. I find them either too
stuck on themselves, or too manipulative, or too bossy.

  I'm 17, a sophomore in high school, considered not bad looking, but
thin--not hunky like most of the guys, but not skinny either. I get along
with just about everyone, especially guys. Most girls just don't do it for
me. They're more than I care to handle at this stage of my life.

   I had a wonderful girlfriend and playmate last year, though. She wasn't
like most girls. Her name was Gina, and she was very cool. We dated for a
while and got really close, until she died of a brain aneurism one morning,
getting up for school. It was a shocker, I didn't even get to say goodbye
to her, but life goes on. My friends were very comforting when she died,
but I've never found another girl I could stand for more than 10 minutes or
so...except for family, of course. I love my mom and my grandmother
(usually anyway), and some of my cousins, but not my aunts, with the
exception of one, my aunt Barb.

   One day, I was explaining to Walt, one of my best friends, about my
dislike for most girls after he'd told me that he thought I needed to get
laid, that I needed another girlfriend.

   "Easy for you to say," I protested.

   "What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

   I explained how most girls affect me, and he listened thoughtfully until
I was finished. "That would present a problem," he said calmly. "Are you by
any chance gay?"

   "Hell no!" I replied, maybe a little too defensively.

   "Sorry," he said, "I wasn't accusing you or anything. I was just
wondering. "I have an uncle and 2 cousins that are gay.

   "Wow, that's a lot!" I exclaimed.

   "Yea, well, they're all awesome people, too. One of the cousins is a
lesbian and is a little weird, but OK, and the guy cousin in a big football
jock in California...cool guy, He feels pretty much the same about women as
you do."

   "Really?" I expounded. "Well, I'm positive I have no inclination to suck
dick or anything."

   "That's cool," he replied. "You'll probably find another girl like Gina
was, eventually. Just make really good friends with your hand until then, I
guess."

  We both laughed. "I guess I'll have to, huh?" I said.

  Not 3 days later, a new girl started at our school. She was pretty, for
sure, but I didn't get my hopes up because I just knew she was a typical
teenage girl. The problem was, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was
svelte, with short brown hair in, what I think is referred to as a
`bobb'. She was in 3 of my classes, but always sat in the front, and was
oblivious of me, or so it seemed.

   One day, at lunch, I was sitting by myself, reading "Catcher in the Rye
for my English class. It was an assigned book, yes, but surprise! it was a
really good book, too. I sensed someone sit down at my table, but was too
absorbed in the book at that point, to pay much attention. I came across a
line that made me laugh, and happened to look up just then.
    It was the mystery girl, who smiled and said, "That's a great book,
isn't it?" and sounding as though she'd already read it.

   "It is," I replied. "Have you read it?"

   "Yea, I read it this summer. I loved it. I'm new here, my name is Lana
Rossi."

   "Hi Lana, I'm Jodan Westin."

   "Nice to meet you, Jodan. Interesting name!"

   "I thought so. It's short for Joseph Daniel."

   "Did you shorten it yourself?"

   "Yea, when I was about 10."

   "Good choice," she said, "I like it."

   "Where you from?" I asked.

   "California...Ojai California, to be exact. Ever hear of it?"

   "Can't say as I have, although the name, Ojai, sounds familiar,
somehow."

   "It's a small `burg, back in the hills behind Ventura,
California. Farming, artists, and celebrities are primarily what it's known
for."

   "Celebrities?"

   "Yea, it's kind of a hiding place for retired musicians and actors."

   "What brings you to Michigan?"

   "My dad got a new job here."

   "What does he do?"

   "He's a college professor in Chemistry."

   "Chemistry, huh? Interesting."

   "Well, he thinks so. Not me. I want to be a writer."

   "A writer? Novels or journalism?"

   "My, my, a boy who knows there's a difference! Impressive! I don't
really know which yet. I'm interested in both, actually."

   "Interesting," I replied.

   "Do you have any plans for your future?" she asked.

   "I have some hopes for my future..." I began.

   "Like losing your virginity?" she teased.

   "Well, actually, I lost that some time ago." I paused just long enough
then asked, "And you?" I asked back.

   She smiled. "I did, too." She sighed. "I'd like to get back into
that--with the right person, of course."

   "Of course." I repeated.

   "You seem to be a potential candidate, Jodan. Might you be interested?"

   "Maybe," I replied noncommittally. "I just lost a girlfriend several
months ago, and I haven't found anyone of interest since."

   "Might I be a candidate?" she asked.

   "Perhaps, yes, perhaps. Time will tell."

   Just then, the bell rang. We both rose.

   "Well, it was really nice to meet you, Jodan. I hope we talk again," she
smiled.

   "Likewise, Lana. I'm sure we will."

   And, we went our separate ways.

   Well, that was interesting,I thought. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope
for me yet.
   I know I was in at least two classes that afternoon, but I was only half
there. My mind was occupied with the possible scenarios that my future
suddenly offered, ones that had a certain promising girl in it.

   "Hey, bud," Walt said, coming up behind me. "You OK?"

   I turned and smiled. "Yea, I am. I just had lunch with the new girl."

   "Excellent!" he declared. "Maybe your luck is changing."

   "I sure hope so," I replied as he walked away, to his next class.

   And I really did...hope so, I mean. I came to realize when I was with
Gina, that I'm a fairly intense sexual being. She took my virginity and
then some one afternoon in her room, which awoke a beast in me, and she was
extremely responsive to my awakening libido. We explored each other for
several months, and then she was gone. I hope really...I guess...that Lana
might be another playmate.

   Understand that my craving sex, but not even liking most girls, presents
certain problems. Blue balls for one thing. Masturbation helps, of course,
and has helped in fending off the frequent offers I get from girls I can't
stand. I just can't do it. I'm horney, yes, but not that horney. I see
other guys, my friends even, that take every opportunity they get. I don't
see how they can do it with just any girl that's willing.

    I'm a good looking guy, I know...maybe not an adonis, but decent
looking and nicely put together, too, at least that's what Gina told
me. She'd tell me that when I was in her, I filled her up, and she liked
that. She'd moan and squeal frequently, which made me nervous that people
might hear, but it never stopped me from giving it my best.

   I was obsessed in my thoughts all the way home from school. When I
arrived home, my mom said that my aunt Barb had called, wanting to know if
I'd be able to sit with her boy, Dennis tonight. Aunt Barb and uncle Ray
apparently needed a night out and wanted me to stay with their 11 year
old. I'd baby sitting like this infrequently for several months and got
along well with Denny, so decided I could do it and make a little extra
money at the same time.  I called aunt Barb and set up a 6:30 start time.

   When 6:30 arrived, I arrived on their doorstep. Denny opened the door
and looked pleased to see me. We got along well and always found things to
do. They had a pool for one thing, and it had been very warm the last
several days, and I'd brought my swimsuit, expecting to partake of the
facilities.

   Aunt Barb and Uncle Ray were all dolled up and ready to go. They
expected to be back by midnight and asked if that would be OK. I answered
that it would be, and they left.
   Almost immediately after they left, Dennis suggested that we go
swimming. I eagerly agreed and went into the downstairs bath to
change. While doing so, Denny asked through the door if I'd like a soda to
take outside. I said I would and he scampered off to do the honors.

    Unfortunately, the swimsuit I'd grabbed was the wrong one. It was the
same color, but at least one size too small. I refused to worry about it
though and squeezed into it. The only problem was in the crotch. I'm fairly
big and it looked a little obscene. I wrapped a towel around myself and
went out to join Denny.

   "It took you long enough!" Denny jibed.

   "I brought the wrong swimsuit," I explained.

   He laughed. "Let me see," he said.

   I removed the towel and he said, "A little snug, huh?"

   "Yea, very," I replied.

   "Well, I'm willing to swim naked if you will too."

   I thought about it, and decided it would be OK. After all, it was just
the two of us. I jumped in the water, pulled my suit off and threw it onto
the cement. "OK, I can do that," I said.

   He grinned and pulled his off underwater, too, throwing his suit on top
of mine.

   We splashed and played tag and dodge ball, diving under and jumping on
each other frequently. On one of his dives, Denny came up under me and
grabbed my dick momentarily before popping up and splashing me. Another
time, I came up under him, planning to come up with him on my shoulders,
but he twisted just as I got to his legs and emerged from the water
backwards from what I'd planned. His little dick was in my face and when I
came up for air, it slipped into my mouth before I realized what had
happened and tipped him backwards. To my shock, my dick started
inflating. I called time and swam to the edge to collect myself.

   Denny followed me and we floated facing each other, clinging to the
side.

   "That was fun!" Denny exclaimed. "And you had my weiner in your mouth,
too," he giggled.

   "That was unintentional," I protested.

   "But it felt good," he continued. "Here, I'll show you." He ducked under
the water and before I knew it, had my dick in his mouth. I jerked back and
he popped up. "See? Didn't that feel good?"

   I looked at him. He seemed so innocent, so I didn't freak on him about
it. "Yea, it did," I admitted, "but guys don't do that."

   "Yes we do, and why not? My friends and I do it all the time."

   I was shocked. "You do what?" I inquired.

   "Suck each other off," he replied matter-of-factly.


   "With your friends?" I was suddenly intrigued.

   "Uh huh," he answered. "I'll do you, too, if you'll do me. You're pretty
big though. I've never done a big one like yours. I'd like to, though."

   My dick was on the rise. "I don't know, Denny. I've never done anything
like that before. I like girls."

   "I do, too," he said. "But this is fun, too, and you don't have to worry
about getting a guy pregnant, either." He reached under and grabbed hold of
my dick again. This time, I didn't pull back. "Wow, you're really big," he
reiterated.

   "I am?" I asked, mesmerized with someone else's hand around my dick.

   "Yea, can I see it up close?"

   "Maybe," I said, "But let's swim some more, OK?" I needed time to think.

  "OK," he said bounding out into deeper water. As he did, I noticed that
he had a hard-on, too.

   I pushed off after him and chased him across the pool. He giggled and
splashed me and dove under again as if to come behind me. I waited to see
what he would do, and he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me,
cupping my dick in one hand and my balls in the other. His hard-on was
tickling my butt, behind me. I let him play for a minute, then twisted
around resulting in my dick rising between his legs along along his
ass-crack, and his dick poking me in the stomach. He pushed off me and,
giggling, raced to the other end of the pool. I chased after him, caught
him and pulled him chest to chest with me. He looked at me, smiled, and
wrapped his arms around my neck. His little dick was poking me again, so I
grabbed onto it and jacked it a few times. He closed his eyes and
purred. My hard dick was poking him in his crack again, and he squeezed his
cheeks, sending a shock through my log.

   He squirmed, trying to achieve as much skin contact as possible. It was
feeling really good, so I let him. I paddled my feet to keep us afloat, but
eventually had to go to the edge for support. The minute we reached it, he
pulled himself up from the water, sat on the edge with his legs on either
side of my head and said, "Suck me please? I'll suck you after, I promise."

  His dick was hard, right in front of me and it suddenly occurred to me
that I'd just recently told my friend, Walt, that I had no inclination to
suck dick. Yet here I was, with a dick at my face and ready to suck it so
that I could get mine sucked. Denny's dick was completely hairless, and
much smaller than mine, but a raging hard-on just the same. I reached
forward and licked it first, and finding the taste not unpleasant, took his
4 inch dick in my mouth, to the bone. The hardness contrasted to the
softness of it's covering. It was an interesting sensation. I reached down
and jacked myself as I progressed. I was leaking profusely.

   I withdrew and sunk down onto him again, his hairless balls touching my
chin. My free hand arose to fondle those sexy little orbs and he groaned. I
kept him in my mouth, using my tongue to do the `work'. I tried to give him
as good as I was hoping to get, and was rewarded by him declaring that he
was going to cum. I knew he couldn't produce sperm yet, and was curious
what his ejaculation might taste like, willing to experience even that. He
grabbed my head and held it while he shuddered and shook in his climax. I
got nothing in the line of cum or fluid of any kind, but was mesmerized on
the display of his climax, and excited that I was able to bring him to it.

   I kept him in my mouth, savoring the taste of him and the sensation of
his deflation. I liked what I'd done, and secretly planned to experience
cock sucking again.

   As he plopped out of my mouth, he said, "That was awesome! Thanks,
Jodan." With that, he jumped into the water and instructed me to get up on
the ledge. Nervously, I looked around to make sure no one could see, and
was relieved to see that the pool was very well shielded.

  As soon as I was up, Denny got between my legs. "Pull forward, please,"
he said and positioned me so that my balls were at the edge of the
ledge. He immediately began to lick them and suck them into his mouth, one
by one. Gina had never done that for me so this was a completely new
sensation for me, and I loved it. After several minutes of him washing my
balls, he moved on to the main event. He pulled my dick down, to meet his
mouth and he licked the piss slit once, pulling some stringy precum with
him.

   "Mmmm, that tastes good!,' he said. "My friends can't make that yet." He
then went down on me about half way, then withdrew and went down again, and
kept doing that over and over, taking a little more, each time. I'd been
jacking off as I did him, so it didn't take very long for my juices to
start rising, big time. I told him when I was about to shoot, thinking he
might not want to take my load, but he stayed on it like a champ. When I
finally erupted, he swallowed as much as he could, then pulled off. I, of
course was still shooting and covered his face in cum. It was awesome! He
giggled as he directed my shots to make sure he was covered, and started
sluicing it into his mouth when I'd stopped erupting. I watched him eat all
of my offering and was supremely turned on by it.

   "You cum a lot!" he said, finally.

   "I do?" I replied.

   "Well, that's only the second load I've tasted, but believe me, it was
huge!"

   "Who was the first?" I asked.

   "I can't tell," he said. "I promised."

   "Well, I loved doing this with you, but I have to ask that it stay
between us, too. OK?"

   "Deal. Will you do it with me again?"

   "I think I could get into that, yes."

   "Kool!" he said as he ducked under the water to rinse off his face.

   "Denny, I've never done anything like this before. This was absolutely a
first. I've only been with a girl before."

  "Did you like it, though?"

  "I'm shocked to say yes. I told a friend of mine not long ago that I had
no inclination to suck a dick, But I'd have to say that I'd do yours again,
anytime."

  "Thanks, Jodan. I like to suck dick, and I'd do you again, too."

  He kissed the head of my dick then got out of the water to get our sodas,
naked as a jaybird. As he walked away, I took notice of his cute little
butt and remembered how sliding my dick along his crack felt. Returning,
towards me with our drinks, his dick and his body started my dick inflating
again. We sat, talking for about an hour and I told him about Gina. He
played with my semi hard dick as I spoke.

   "So you really like girls better?" he asked.

   "Well, I can say I like girls, and I can say that you're the only male
I've ever had sex with, so I think I'd have to say I don't have enough data
yet to say which I think is best."
   "How about next time you come over, I invite a friend of mine over and
you let us work you over? I'd say you'd like him too, and I can guarantee
he'd like you."

   "That has possibilities my friend. That has definite possibilities."