Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 22:52:57 -0400 From: Brian Splasher <splasherbrian@gmail.com> Subject: Being Brian: Epiphany Chapter 3 WARNING: This third chapter contains sexually explicit content involving sex between minors. Do not read the contents if it will offend you. If accessing this story causes you to break local laws (village, town, city, county, province, state, or country, etc.), please do not continue reading. The author requests that you use the material for your own personal consumption. Any character portrayed in this fictional story are not representative of anyone living or dead. If you like reading these hot, sexy stories on Nifty, please take the time to make a donation. Nifty makes it easy to find stories based on your kinks and makes it easy to see when your favorite series of stories are updated. We all know how sitting down at the computer, bringing up Nifty, and riding the edge can make a bad day more tolerable. Show some appreciation and make a donation to the Nifty archive. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Being Brian: "Epiphany" Wow, was I ever wiped! Here I was 2 or 3 days before starting high school and I was sleeping like a baby. Of course, baby sleep did not come easy... it only came because I was able to cum. I remember barely moving but looking at my alarm clock and seeing that it was 2:09 AM. If somebody with a camera was in my bedroom right now, they would easily snap a picture that showed I was wearing a very content face as I slept. As I faded in and out of sleep I was unaware of what was happening to me. Have you ever gone to sleep not knowing how to solve a problem and then wake up refreshed and suddenly sporting an answer? I think we all have. I guess when we sleep our brain is still busy processing events and input from our day spent awake. We don't even know that we are thinking about anything in particular... until we wake up and we have a new thought. I think that this was what I was doing as I lay there stretched out and breathing deeply. I was there... drifting in and out of consciousness, my huge pecker, ball sack, and cock all wrapped up in my sleep shorts... and my mind drifting along from stray thought to stray thought. Hmmmm my big fucking cock... I wanna kiss Jeff.... I love eating my cum.... Jeff is fucking gorgeous.... I love covering Bobby in my cum.... I wanna eat Jeff's cum.... Suddenly i come awake and feel my huge thick cock stretching out my sleep shorts as giant spurts of warm, thick, bleach-smelling cum shoots out! Gasp! Shoot! Gasp! Shoot! Shoot! Gasp! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Fuck! (Where am I? What am I? Who am I?) "Mother fucker that was awesome!" As I lay there... feeling the rest of my cum pool and puddle in my sleep shorts, I think to myself "What a way to wake up!". Hmmm, it occurred to me that I was thinking of something just moments before I woke up. "Wow dude, you were dreaming of sucking Jeff's tool and swallowing his cum!". I don't know why I never thought about this before. It had never occurred to me that something was somehow different about me. If I had put two and two together.... I mean... I would have realized before now..... before having the best fucking wet dream of my life... that I was.... well you know... gay. Funny, I did not really freak out about it. I simply realized that I had gobs of cum in my sleep shorts and that it would taste awesome to slurp it up. As I tasted my own cock cream, I almost could put myself back into my dream.... dreaming I was sucking Jeff's fucking uncut boner and guzzling down his cum like a baby goat guzzling milk from a volunteer feeding him from a baby bottle. "Mother Fucker! If this is what gay was, I whole-heartedly embraced it!" Since it was a weekday still, I hung out and lounged in bed. I had already decided that I had to get up and change my sheets and stuff as there was no way that the old faithful milk towel was going to put a dent in soaking anything up. I waited until I heard both Mom and Dad leave before I moved at all. Even though my sleep shorts were still damp I could feel the dried/crunchy remnants of my load scrape around my pubes and scrape against my inner thighs. I reached down and pulled them off. I suddenly hissed a bit when I realized that the inside of my piss slit had attached itself to the fabric of my sleep shorts with dried cum and that I just ripped the shorts away from my cock head. (I hate it when that happens!) It felt awesome to stretch out spread eagle on my bed. I was so relaxed that I think I could have fallen back to sleep if I had not rolled over on my side and noticed that my kick-stand was down. "What the Fuck?" I am rock hard again! I laughed out loud and was suddenly struck by a new idea. Maybe it was my new revelation that I was into guys physically and emotionally, but it was a good idea none the less. I leaned over and grabbed my phone from my night stand and started taking pictures of my hard cock. "Click", "Click"... It was so filled with blood...that it was hovering over my abs... pointed at my face... and bobbing in step with each beat of my heart. In a way, I felt I was looking at my cock for the first time. I already felt that my big cock knob was shaped like and the size of a big lemon, but now I started to notice other things. I had never really noticed before, but when my cock was hard, my shaft was uniform until it developed a bulge just before the knob. I slowly reached my hands down to the base of my tool. As I moved my hands up towards the tip, the lower shaft felt normal. I was lost in self-discovery and the physical sensation of touching my throbbing dick. As I got to my cock knob my dick started to bulge and become much fatter. Also, for the first time, I seemed to take notice of the big veins running down the shaft. I felt proud of my cock and reveled and delighted in my new feelings, physical and emotional. "Click", "Click"... I continued taking pictures. As my cock was pointed at my face I decided to change the phone to video mode and direct it straight down my lemon knob. I turned the flash on... and took about 30 seconds of video. I was transfixed as the precum bubbled up and out... and even moved the camera to show how it flowed down the veins of my shaft on its way to my big huge balls and asshole. I had a quick notion that if I shaved my furry ball sack... the video would be much fucking hotter! LOL. By the time I was done... I thought I was going to play the "Edging Game"... bringing myself up to the point of cumming....then stop.... then "Rinse, Lather, and Repeat". It was actually a great thought... until I remembered the pic that I took last night. I let go of my cock and quickly searched my phone for last night's pic. Fuck! It came up and I was fixated. My cock was throbbing and the whole while I was looking at my cum-laden face on the small screen. It was my face... but it wasn't. You could tell that I was a guy, but to be honest I had so much thick fucking cum loading up my face that you could not really tell who I was. Thick gobs of cum filled my eye sockets as it had started to run down my face. Those initial shots cooled immediately and were followed by several more... and several more after that! In effect my eye sockets were loaded up with white custard. While all these realizations were going through my head I started shooting another load before I even knew what was happening! While it was still a lot of spooge, it was no where near last nights liquid barrage and it was nowhere the volume of last night's wet dream. After coming down from my orgasm, I took stock of everything that had happened. Yeah, I have jacked off before. I have eaten my own load before, watched big cocks on internet videos white wash any number of faceless people. What is happening to me? Now that I think my subconscious mind is bubbling stuff to my conscious mind, my brain has been rewired to make me shoot cum nonstop! This is twice in a few hours that I spewed my cock-snot hands free! I was dumbfounded that I came when In no way, shape, or form, did I have my hands on my fuckstick! In the middle of my deep thoughts my stomach growled. Wow, I was starving! Not only was I starving, but I was thirsty as shit too! I jumped out of bed and took stock of my room. It smelled musty... bleachy.... pretty much cum-laden. I went over to my window and opened it up to air the place out. Hiding my milk-towel is one thing, cumming up the whole upstairs of the house is something different, LOL. On the way downstairs, I stopped to pee. You know how it is after you cum... it is tough to get the piss flowing again. Something to do with keeping you from pissing while you shoot your load into a pussy... basic "don't fuck up your reproduction" type shit. I stood there... and pushed it out. I reached down and cleared a huge deposit of dried crackled cum from my piss slit and let rip. Ahhh, that feels better. As I shook my cock something felt different. I looked over at the mirror by the sink and caught my profile. I laughed as I had caked and dried cum all over me. I turned my back to the mirror and craned my neck and saw that there was even dried cum in my ass crack. Don't know why, but I had a fleeting thought of how hot that was. I turned around, scratched my balls and then my ass, looking back into the mirror and laughing. I looked like I had been through the wringer. I was tempted to just jump into the shower and dissolve all the dried cum and rinse myself clean, but my growling stomach outvoted it. I left the bathroom and went downstairs to the kitchen and poured a big glass of water from the water cooler. I quickly drank it down and poured another. Just as I was opening the cupboard to grab a bowl for some cornflakes, I sensed somebody behind me. As I went to turn around and heard somebody say "Brian? !!!". WTF! Bobby? !!! ---- If you enjoyed this story and ended up shooting some cum while reading it, let me know. In particular let me know what part of the story you busted your nut at ;-) Just put "Being Brian: Epiphany" in the e-mail's subject line so I can know what your e-mail refers to. splasherbrian@gmail.com This work is copyright 2017 by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete and include the copyright notice.