Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2014 17:06:58 -0700
From: Thomas Spencer <inkedpapercut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Decisions, Decisions Chapter 2

       I'd first like to say thank you (once again) to all of the readers
who took the time to reply with their votes, comments, and suggestion for
the first chapter of this story. It's been a long time since I wrote
anything, much less published it online, so I hadn't a clue as to what
level of response, if any, to expect. Needless to say the feedback was
inspiring and has given me not just motivation to get the next chapter
written, but also ideas for future chapters as well as other standalone
stories. That being said, I encourage everyone to send in their feedback
about this story, your votes for the next chapter, send if you have any
ideas, scenarios, or fantasies played out (in fiction, of course), please
don't hesitate to ask. I don't judge, no matter how taboo the subject
matter.

       Before I continue on, I wanted to touch upon something I found as
rather silly for an archive devoted to fiction writing and that is the
seeming need for every author to post a disclaimed at the onset of each
published story reminding readers that the following work is pure fiction,
to obey all applicable laws, and for those who are not of age to find
elsewhere to peruse literary fantasies. Last time I checked, even with
topics that involve questionable written material, actual published authors
never had to write such nonsense. Have you ever thumbed through a fiction
novel and read such a disclaimer or get carded at the bookstore (a
legitimate bookstore) before purchasing a novel aimed at the adult
demographic? I certainly haven't. I don't know if any of you have and this
is just me talking from within my innocently ignorant American bubble.

       In any event, on with the story and as always, remember to donate to
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Decisions, Decisions: Chapter Two

	Alex's mind continued to race as the footsteps coming down the
stairs became louder and louder, matching the beating of his heart and
throbbing of his precum-drenched cock. He was dripping wet from head to toe
with sweat, water, and pre-ejaculate. His eyes darted back and forth from
the living room entrance all the way on the other side of the kitchen to
the double glass doors leading out to the patio. Whomever was coming had
reached the bottom of the stairs, it was now or never.

	Summoning up as much courage as he could, Alex bound for the door
to the patio, his hardened dick pointing the way, like the mast of a ship
bound towards the Sirens on the rocks. He slid the screen door open as
quickly, but as quietly as possible before slipping outside and closing it
behind him.

	Though it was the middle of the night, the cinderblock base of the
patio still retained much of the summer day heat, a stack contrast of the
kitchen tiles which Alex had found a blessing before being exiled out into
the open air.

	Not wanting to stray too far, Alex ducked behind a large potted
bush situated next to the patio doors and peered into the kitchen. Stepping
out of the shadows of the hall, Alex's recognized the silohette of his
older brother Shaun wandering into the kitchen, with what had to have been
the most ridiculous case of bedhead Alex had ever seen. On its worst day,
Shaun's hair could make most Jew-fros jealous with curly outrageousness,
but thankfully Shaun made every attempt to keep the beast tamed and
trimmed.

	Shaun flipped on the kitchen lights, which did nothing to help
Alex's aroused state. He always had a fondness for his older brother, but
that feeling recently had begun turning into something much more carnal in
nature. Something that nobody would approve of; neither his family or
friends, and certainly not his Catholic priest, unless he turned out to be
one of those kind of priests who made the premise of a joke told around the
water cooler or in the mechanic's garage.

	Alex continued to squat down behind the potted bush, taking his
brother's physical appearance into keen observation. It certainly helped
that the boy, well, young man was wearing nothing but a pair of
tight-fitting green and blue stripped boxerbriefs that clung to his meaty,
well-developed thighs thanks to years of playing catcher in little league,
middle school, and high school (two years All State). The rest of the
hunk's body was just as delicious for his younger brother to lust
after. Unlike many guys who strive for ridiculous levels of muscle
definition, Shaun's body looked as if it belonged to a beefy MidWesterner,
though the family had always resided in Upstate New York.

	As Shaun drew further into the kitchen, Alex was treated to a
better view of his demigod. This was as revealing as he had ever seen his
brother, and Alex began stroking himself while taking in all of the details
he had rarely seen before. His moderately furry legs, a bulging package
that Alex wouldn't mind getting as a hand-me-down, a thin treasure trail
shooting out of the waist band of his underwear, traveling up and stopping
short at his navel. His torso and chest remained hairless, although he
certainly had a sexy tuft of hair under each armpit. Then came Alex's
favorite: those pecs. They sat on his brother's chest like two mini
boulders of flesh, complimented by supple, plump nipples to boot.

	Alex, becoming uncomfortable with prolonged squatting, shifted
positions and kneeed down, his leg spread wide enough for adequate balance,
though causing his bubble butt cheeks to spread nice and wide, exposing his
cherry teen hole to the elements. A brief gust of wind brushed past him,
chilling the perspiration reting atop his hole. Alex gasped from the shock,
almost too loudly. He covered his mouth with his free hand while continuing
to jerk himself off. Shaun, having been distracted by his phone, sharply
looked up after Alex's gasp, the peculiar sound earning his attention. He
slowly started edging closer to the door.

	"Hello?" Shaun whispered, "Mitchell, is that you?" Alex remained
nearly frozen with the fear of being caught outside, naked, still stroking
his meatstick, more turned on than he ever had been before. Mitchell was
Shaun's best friend, why would Shaun think he was out on the patio at this
hour, Alex thought, but not for long. He was trapped where he was, between
the potted bush and the tall fence that lined the eastern border of the
Winters' property, sectioning off the backyard from the garage. If his
brother came outside, he'd find Alex in the most compromising position of
his life and he'd certainly never let him live it down. Abandoning hope,
Alex began furiously beating down on his cock. If he was going to get
caught, he might as well enjoy the most of it.

	Shaun made his way around the kitchen island, only a few feet
away. Alex kept his eyes on his brother, imagining laying in his lap,
suckling on one of his nipples like a baby being nursed, while being
stroked by his brother's catcher mitt calloused hands. Alex felt his balls
once again draw up to his body, his orgasm nearing climax. Only then...

	Shaun stepped exactly where Alex had been icing himself down and
jerking off a few minutes earlier, slipped, and took a massive fall, his
right forearm bashing violently on the island counter. Alex stopped jerking
off immediately.

	"FUCK!!!" Shaun shouted in wild agony, as he lay crumpled on the
kitchen floor, clutching his arm. In his fall, his phone had been thrown in
the air, only to have crashed and broken into several pieces right next to
the downed catcher.

	"Oh shit!" Alex swore to himself under his breath as he watched his
brother writhe in pain, waves of guilt crashing down upon him. His cock,
however, betrayed his emotions and remained hard as can be. It wasn't long
before their mother and father came down from upstairs to survey the
damage. Their mother let out a mild shriek and ran to her eldest boy.

	"What happened?" She cried while crouching down to cradle his head.

	"And what are you doing up this late?" Their father added.

	"I couldn't sleep." Shaun managed to say through gritted teeth. "I
came down for some water and there must have been some on the ground."

	"Well why didn't you just get some from your bathroom?" Their
father asked with ridiculous incredulousness. It was a dumb question
indeed, but he seemed beyond irritated having been woken up in the dead of
night.

	"I wanted ice too, okay? It's fucking hot in my room! When will the
goddamn air conditioning be fixed?" Shaun fired back, the pain in his arm
fueling the rage in his head.

	"Alright, watch your mouth!" Their father responded as Alex
continued to watch and listen. While he was upset about his brother's
injury, he was glad that at least he wasn't the only person in the house
having difficulties sleeping. Their mother tried touching Shaun's arm,
which showed the beginnings of some serious bruising, but Shaun grunted
with pain and yanked it sharply away, only to grimace once again. "It's
probably broken." His father concluded, "Let's get you dressed and I'll
take you to the emergency room. Hun, can you go grab him some clothes while
I go get the car ready?" Both parents helped lift Shaun to his feet.

	"Sure thing, sweetie. Should I wake up the others?" Alex's heart
gave a huge lurch after hearing that. His mother would absolutely freak the
hell out if she didn't find him in his room.

	"Nah, there's no need to. We'll tell them in the morning how this
bonehead injured himself."

	"It wasn't my fault!" Shaun shot back, looking even more pissed
than before.

	"Yeah, yeah. Just sit here and try not to hurt yourself or break
anything else." With that, they left Shaun sitting at the kitchen table and
went off in their respective directions.

	Both boys sat in silence, neither not knowing what to do
next. Shaun had his head propped up by his good arm and hand, Alex still
kneeling on the patio stone, the coarseness beginning to dig at his
knees. All he had to do, Alex reasoned to himself, was to stay put and wait
for them to leave for the hospital and he could get back into the house,
back to bed, and put the whole night behind him.

	No sooner did he think that then Shaun's attention turned toward
the corner of the kitchen, more specifically to the potted plant Alex had
accidentally kicked his briefs behind. Shaun slowly got up and made his way
over to the plant.

	"No, no, no, no, no, get away from there!" Alex md at his brother
form inside his head. Gingerly, Shaun bent over, reached behind the plant,
and picked up his brother's sweat, water, and precum-soaked
briefs. "Dammit!" Alex cursed to himself in defeat.

	Shaun looked at the briefs, then to the puddle of water where he
slipped, and then to the patio doors. He weighed the briefs in his hand and
then took a huge whiff of them while still looking at the patio doors.

	"You pervy little bastard." He said while walking over, being
careful of the water. Alex swallowed hard, he was so screwed. He was about
to get up and reveal himself to end everything when Shaun stopped at the
patio doors. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, Alex, but you are
going to pay for this. Have a nice time sleeping outside." He laughed to
himself, closed the patio door, and moved the thick lock into place, before
turning around and burying his brother's briefs down in the trash, piling
things on top of them.

	Alex hung his head while weighing out his current predicament: he
was completely naked, locked out of his house, and it was the middle of the
night. The feeling of being screwed only intensified as he sat there and
watched his mother come back and help Shaun get dressed before leading him
out of the side door. He heard a chatter of commotion on the side of the
house, followed by his father's car starting up and leaving the
driveway. His mother came back into the kitchen, cleaned up the spill on
the ground, turned the lights off, and headed back upstairs.

	Alex stood up from his kneeling position and stretched his limbs
out, his muscles having become incredibly sore from being locked for so
long. He went and attempted to open up the patio doors, but to no avail. It
was a futile attempt to begin with and he knew it. He also knew that his
mother and father also kept the front door locked, however there was a very
small chance that they had left the side door unlocked. A very, very small
chance.

	Rather than begin to make his way all around the house to see about
the access situation with the side door, Alex instead ventured out into the
backyard. With his brother and father away as well as all of the bedrooms
in the house, aside from his own, facing the street, Alex knew he wasn't
going to be seen by anyone in the backyard. Unless Old Man Matthews next
door was awake and watching from the second floor of his house with a pair
of nightvision goggles. Alex highly doubted that possibility.

	The events of the past hour or so notwithstanding, Alex was still
rather aroused and now that he was coming to better terms with his
predicament, he started to become more at ease with his surroundings. It
was still unbelievably warm, but between his nakedness, still being covered
in a few different liquids, and the occasional breeze, his level of comfort
increased ten-fold.

	Feeling a sense of wickedness come over himself, Alex began dancing
in the moonlight, running his hands all over his hairless teenage body,
gyrating his hips and forcing his cock to whip up and smack him firmly on
the stomach. He giggled with childish abandon and repeated the motion time
and time again, precum flying all over the yard and up against his body
like a leaky faucet of boyhood hormones and sexuality. He then performed a
handstand and started walking as far as he could in the yard before letting
himself softly down on the dew-covered grass, the slick blades tickling his
body.

	Alex stared up at the stars, closed his eyes, and once again
started jacking off. It had been quite the evening/morning and he still
hadn't gotten off. Feeling alone and at one with the world, he reached up
and gave his nipple a sharp twist. He moaned with pleasure, making no
attempt to mask his ecstasy. He beat his meat with manic, sexual fervor,
with naughty images flooding his mind.

	He pictured Shaun bounding into his room wearing nothing but
another pair of his thigh-clinging, bulge showcasing boxerbriefs, ripping
the sheets off of his body, tearing his Alex's clothes off, pulling him
onto his lap, and spanking his ass with no abandon. Alex imagined tears
flowing out of his eyes, yet grinding his hard, hairless cock into his
brother's lap, trying to grind into the older boy's package. Alex broke
into a wide smile as he saw himself being thrown off his brother's lap,
onto the ground, and Shaun standing up, reaching for the waistband of his
underwear, about to pull them down and free his thick, juicy cock when he
suddenly snapped out of his dream.

	"Shaun, is that you? Shaun!?" A hushed voice sounded from behind
the large row of bushes separating the west end of the property from the
Matthews' residence. Alex remained still and quiet, but began smashing his
head back into the ground, frustrated as can be from having yet another
orgasm killed. "Seriously Shaun that better be you. I've been waiting out
here for twenty minutes for your slow ass." Alex thought the voice sounded
awfully like Mitchell's.

	"It's not Shaun, Mitch. It's Alex!" he replied, adopting the same
hushed tone of voice.

	"Alex?" Mitchell replied, sounding mildly surprised. "What are you
going out this late, little man?" Alex had to smile to himself. He had
always loved when Mitchell called him that.

	"It's a long story, but I'm locked out of my house."

	"Oh that sucks, little man. Lemme come over there and help you back
in..."

	"No, you can't come over here!" Alex replied quickly, getting up as
fast as he could from the ground, and covering his aroused genitals, even
though no one could see him.

	"Why not?"

	"'Cause, I'm, ummm... I'm naked. And why are you waiting for
Shaun?" He tried quickly to cover his admission.

	"Never mind about Shaun, how did you get yourself locked out of the
house completely naked?"

	"You answer me first."

	"We're supposed to go swimming over here at Old Man Matthews'
place. We've been doing it like every night. Now you."

	"Well he's not coming tonight, he's at the hospital. Fell and broke
his arm."

	"You still haven't answered me, little man." Alex stood there
silently and didn't answer. "Don't make me wait, I'm sure I can make this
night worse for you."

	"I told you, it's a long story."

	"Well little man, you've got two choices. You either come over here
to tell me and maybe get a swim out of it or I'm coming over there and
beating it out of you."

	Alex stopped covering his cock and balls, gave them a nice squeeze,
and then smiled. Decisions, decisions.

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So what does Alex decide on next?

a) Join Mitchel next door for confessions and swimming.
Or
b) Force Mitchell to come over to his yard which he may end up "regretting".

	As always I'm looking forward to your e-mails. Let me know how I'm
doing and where you'd like this story to go next.  I also eventually get
around to replying to every email sent, even if it takes me a few days.

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Tom (inkedpapercut@yahoo.com)