Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 17:13:45 -0500
From: Jon Shelton <beacherboy@gmail.com>
Subject: REMMI AND ME -- CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 9—THE CREEPS

It was the second week Remmi was sick and out of school. I hadn't seen him
since the Tuesday of last week. He was big-time sick with throwing up with
the runnies and he felt like crap. I missed him a lot.

But that meant at school, by not hanging around him, I talked to more
people than usual. And a lot of them were girls who were hitting on me. Not
all of them, but some. At first I thought it was cool but then it felt
creepy. Especially one girl.

She asked me if I wanted to come over after school. She said her parents
would be gone until six and we'd have the place to ourselves. Then she
looked at me the way girls look at a guy when they're coming in for the
kill and said, `You know what I mean."

Yeah. I know what you mean. You want me to come over to your house so you
can get me naked and suck me off and go to school Monday and tell your
friends. You want me for a trophy.

It's not happening. I don't even like you. Especially that way.

Creep.

(And no, I didn't tell her all that. I was polite. But I thought it real
loud. Maybe her little antennae picked it up. Who knows?)

...

Friday night my mom and dad were driving to another city to have dinner
with a couple they knew but we didn't. They'd be home late. Tina, my
sister, had a girlfriend over to hang out and eat pizza. I knew her and she
was okay. Riley, my brother, was at the house in his room doing whatever he
does. I was in my room, naked as usual. Fortunately, I remembered to put on
shorts before I went in the kitchen for a can of pop.

Around eight o'clock, I think it was, I was watching TV when Riley walked
in, naked. I looked to see if another naked guy was coming behind him but
it was just Riley. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was
watching TV. Then he sat down on the bed and said something like, "Well, I
was sort of wondering, I mean if you want to, well, if you want to mess
around a little, especially since Remmi can't come over like he always
does."

Mess around. Just him and me? Interesting. My brother is really hot but
except for the time we did the blow job thing and the time he and that guy
fucked, this was something new. I didn't really answer before he started
rubbing my chest.

Hot. Then he, this is my brother I'm talking about, leans over and starts
Frenching me. Before I know what happened he had reached under my butt,
picked me up (I was getting tall and I didn't even know he could still do
that) and threw me on the bed and then was all over me. We were rubbing
dicks and Frenching and feeling each other and everything else. Then before
I knew what hit me he flipped me over and I was on top of him, which was
better because he weighed more.

His hands were around me and he reached around to finger my butt hole. Then
he reaches down and starts holding my balls and sort of massaging
them. Then he starts stroking me. And I'm doing to him everything he does
to me. Then all of a sudden my dick is in his mouth. That feeling
again. He's really good. I twirl around and start sucking him. I do what
he's been doing, and what I've learned by doing stuff with Remmi. I rub his
sides and play with his nipples and by now we are both big time hard.

Then, and I wasn't expecting this, he asks me if I want to fuck him.

I don't say anything because I'm shocked and thinking and the thinking is a
major turn on. Then I see he's brought a tube of that stuff and he squirts
it in his hands and then he's wiping it all over my dick. It feels
awesome. Then he puts some in one of my hands and tells me to put some in
his hole.

I'm sort of out there doing all this. Then he tells me to put it in him,
slowly at first, and then see how far I can get it.

It goes in quickly, then stops, and then I can push a little more. Not too
long later I'm all the way in. I've never felt anything like this. He tells
me to bang him so I start to go in and out, in and out, first slow then
faster. Then I really start pumping and before I know it I shoot inside him
and he loves it.

When I pull out some of it leaks on my bedspread and I think I've got to
get that up. Then he starts kissing me again and starts to jerk off and
shoots, wouldn't you know it, all over me. It's a lot.

Then we settle down and kiss some more and he says let's take a shower, and
we do. Then he tells me I'm really hot and he loves me. What is this? Then
he tells me he wants to see a show that's about to come on TV but I don't
so he goes to his room and I just lay there and think about what just
happened.

My brother. Amazing.

...

Saturday morning I finally got to see Remmi. He called m. (!) and told me
his mom said I could come, because he wasn't contagious. I went in his room
and gave him a big kiss in his mouth and wanted to do more, but didn't. He
had lost some weight and looked tired. He said the whole thing had been
really bad, but except for being really weak he was okay, and he was going
back to school on Monday. YES!

He asked me what I was going to do the rest of the day (since his mom
wouldn't let him out yet) and I told him there was a movie at our little
theater we had talked about and I knew he didn't want to see. I told him I
thought I would go if that was okay with him. And he said it's best to see
it when he can't go. I gave him another kiss and a big hug (not wanting to
be too rough) and left happy.

I rode my bike to the theater, chained it up, got my ticket and hug around
the lobby for a few minutes. Then this guy comes up.

He looks older the college but not old. Sort of okay looking. Good build,
as far as I can see, and really friendly. He asks me what I'm going to see
and I tell him. He asks if I'm from out of town, too, and I tell him I live
not far away. He tells me he needs a hardware store. I tell him about an
Ace hardware store and tell him where it is, but he looks like he doesn't
quite get it. Then he asks me if I minded hopping in his car and showing
him. He said he'd bring me right back after he went in and bought what he
needed, but I told him I'd draw him a map.

But he wouldn't stop. He said that also he wanted to show me something he
had never shown anybody and wanted to know what I thought. It didn't sound
right.

He was still real friendly and seemed like a nice guy but I told him I
didn't think I could do that. My movie would start in a few minutes.

But then he changed. He stopped the routine and took my arm and told me
this was important and he really wanted me to go with him. I told him again
I couldn't do that, but he wouldn't let my arm go. He kept telling me this
was important to him and I was feeling weird about the whole thing. I
jumped back and pulled my arm out of his hand and yelled, "I said no. I'm
not going with you! Leave me alone!"

This seemed to scare him and he said he was sorry and ran out of the
theater. Everybody was looking at me because they had heard me. I went to
the door and saw him in his car drive right past the front door and them
out of the parking lot. I actually saw his license plate number and wrote
it down.

A guy I think was the manager came over to me and asked me if everything
was okay, and I told him I was fine. I told him that guy wanted something
and I couldn't help him.

I went into the theater but couldn't enjoy the movie thinking about that
creep. I left after about twenty minutes, looked all around to make sure he
wasn't there, and rode my bike home and went in my room. I felt I should
keep my clothes on. Just did. I knew I should do something else but didn't
know what.

When Dad came in from his boat we had dinner. My mother told me I was extra
quiet and she asked me if I was getting sick. I told her I wasn't. I was
okay. But I was anything but okay.

I went back to my room after dinner and then decided to talk to my Dad. He
was at his desk in his home office and I told him I needed to talk to
him. I could tell he could tell this was big because he stopped what he was
doing and turned his chair around and asked me what I needed to talk about.

I told him everything. It had happened so fast there wasn't a lot to tell,
but I said more about how it made me feel. He asked me some questions. Then
I gave him the license plate number. He told me he'd report it. Then he
told me something like, "Jon Eric, you've gotten to be a really good
looking guy. People like you. And you've got to be careful about people who
like to hurt guys like you." Then he told me that what I did was exactly
what I should have done and he was proud of me.

Before I left his office he called 911 and told what had happened. In a few
minutes a policeman came by to take the report. He took the license number
and thanked us for reporting it.

Two days later someone called my dad and told him that the guy who owns
that car was wanted in another state for the same kind of thing and they
would probably catch him. We never heard what happened.

I didn't really want to tell all this but Remmi told me I should, because
it might help somebody.

Maybe somebody like you.