Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2010 18:05:36 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Jordan's Nocturnal Emissions

		       JORDAN'S NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I toyed with the oatmeal in the bowl, my breakfast. Mom
noticed. "Val!" she chided me. "Eat it before it gets cold!"
     "Sorry, Mom." I said and took a spoonful. It tasted...like
oatmeal. Dull, bland, boring. Mom didn't believe in sugar in a kid's
morning meal. I was used to it, was the best I could say, about half my
breakfasts were made of oatmeal, and the rest were whole-wheat muffins,
equally dull. But I wasn't unhappy at this, I had other things on my mind.
     Mom noticed that, too, in the way I ate. Mom's that way, sometimes I
swear she can read my mind! "What's wrong with you this morning? You have a
nightmare last night?"
     Close. "No. But Jordan did, I guess."
     "Really?" Mom was concerned about this. Jordan was my older brother,
fifteen years old to my twelve, and we were sharing a bed for the first
time in some years. My grandmother was old , frail, and bedridden; she had
moved into my bedroom a few nights ago. "What happened?"
     I shrugged. "It's kind of weird. He's moaning and hunching."
     "Hunching?"
     "At me." I clarified. "I could handle him moaning, I guess. But he
gets over right up against me and he wraps his arms around me and he
hunches at me." I illustrated with my hips.
     Mom grew serious. "Oh. Well...." She seemed at a loss for words which
puzzled me. Mom was always straight-up with us kids when we asked her a
question, she didn't believe in pushing off a question or giving a "the
stork brought you in a little bundle late at night" like story. "You see,
Valentine, Jordan's at the age when he's growing up." Yeah, my full first
name is Valentine, you get born on February 14th, and your parents can't
resist the name, but I'd gotten her to call me Val instead after she heard
kids laugh at me after she called me that in public.
     "I know."
     "And part of his growing up is that his body is going through
changes."
     "Yeah." I giggled. "He's got hair down there now, a little, just like
you said."
     "Well, there's more to the growing up than just on the outside. There
are changes on the inside, too. There are all kinds of hormones that kick
in at this time in Jordan's life."
     "All kinds of moans, all right."
     "Not that kind of moan. Hormones. They're...well, they're things in
your body that when they kick in like they have Jordan, they make the
changes that his body is going through."
     "Like the way his voice cracks? And how his briefs are all wet and
sticky in front in the morning?"
     "Nocturnal emissions. Exactly." Mom was pleased. "They're also doing
things to his body that you're a little too young to learn about." This was
as close as she got to dodging a subject. "But it's what's making him moan
at night, and end up...all sticky in front."
     I decided not to mention that his hunches had been leaving that
stickiness on my briefs, too. So Jordan's body was turning him from a boy
into a man, and that made him hunch at me, huh?
     This bore some experimenting of my own!
     I usually started my questions with Mom in such things. When she
dodged me like she did with the "too young to learn about" remark, that was
my cue to seek out Willie.
     Willie, a white-haired, lazy, shiftless neighbor of ours, had already
taught me a lot about what a boy's cock was for and what to do with it (not
that we had done anything, but the old man took a perverse pleasure in
telling everything about sex to a wide-eyed kid like me). He cackled
toothlessly when I asked him my question, "Why is Jordan hunching my butt
at night and making it all sticky?"
     "Sounds likes he's horny!" he said.
     "But he's asleep." I protested. "I think."
     "Sure, they call em wet dreams." Willie supplied. "He's dreaming about
fucking some pretty girl. Your butt just happens to be the only thing
available!" Thanks to Willie, I knew what "fucking" was. "He dreams of
fucking a girl, and so he fucks at you."
     "Oh!" was my only, thoughtful comment on that. "So what can I do about
it?"
     "Nothing." Willie said after some thought. "Your brother needs to milk
it all out before he goes to bed, is all." He made a gesture at his crotch
in illustration. "He does that, he won't hunch at you...so much. Or maybe
he's doing it because he likes doing it. Maybe he's not really asleep, eh?"
     "Oh."
     I tried to talk about it to Jordan that night. Trouble is, Jordan
didn't want to talk to me. No fifteen-year-old boy wants a twelve-year-old
boy to tell him what he should do. "Shut up or I'll tell Mom on you." he
concluded.
     "But Willie says it's what you got to do." I protested. "You're
getting my butt all sticky when you rub at me at night."
     "Shut up!" was all Jordan said to that. And I knew he wasn't going to
do anything about it.
     Jordan stripped down to get into bed. He and I only wore our briefs to
bed at night and his were really too big for him, the legs were loose and
bagged out on his skinny thighs. I could see how big his wiener was getting
on him. Mom had explained about that, too, that was one thing about growing
up. It was like twice as big as it had been, and like three times the size
of my own. I'd felt my own wiener often enough and knew how much fun it was
to fiddle with it until it tingled kind of all over. But one that big...I
bet it felt three times as good to play with one that big! Just makes
sense, a big slice of pie tastes better than a small slice, doesn't it?
     At least there's more of it!
     I got into bed, too, and just lay there. If Jordan didn't start in
moaning and stuff, I wouldn't do anything, I decided. If he did...well, I
was entitled to do what I had to in order to get him to stop, didn't I?
That was how I figured it, anyhow.
     The night wasn't totally dark, the street lights poured some light
into the bedroom window, enough to turn everything like dusk, only dark,
dark, dark. I could see Jordan sleeping in the bed. He always went to sleep
so fast. It was like he couldn't sleep enough these days. I was always up
like an hour before him every morning, Mom had to come shake him awake,
usually more than once. Looked at him asleep.
     Jordan looked a lot like Dad did in those pictures we had of him when
he was a kid. Mom showed us those pictures (Dad had died in a car wreck
when I was three, I didn't remember him except as a man in the
pictures). Mom always said that Dad had been the best-looking man she'd
ever known and Jordan and I were both going to look just like when we grew
up. In me, I didn't see it, I was too round-faced; Mom said I'd grow out of
that. But Jordan...his cheeks had thinned a lot these last couple of years,
so maybe mine would too, at that. He was asleep, and a small smile formed
on his face, and he looked a lot like a picture you see in picture-books,
when someone draws them instead of takes pictures, an illustration. Yeah,
like that, Jordan looked good enough to pose for one of those illustrations
in a picture-book, with his brownish-blond hair, soft white skin, clean,
straight nose, his eyes were blue when they were open, but now, his eyes
were closed and his lips began to open, wriggle.... "Uhhhhh!" he
groaned. "Uhhh! Uhh, uhhhhhh!"
     I turned away from him and onto my side. Moaning, I would let go. But
if he did it again....
     He did, his body thrashed about, hitting me once or twice, then he
scrunched over and wrapped his arms around me like I was a teddy-bear he
was sleeping with. Maybe that was some of it, Jordan had slept with a
teddy-bear until a friend had taunted him at twelve for having it in bed
with him and he had given it away. He'd hugged that teddy bear the way he
hugged me. His arms went around me, gripped me tight, his legs raised up
until his knees pressed against my calves, and then his hips scooted over
until he had his wiener pressed up against my fanny. "Uh, uhhhh, uhhh,
uhhhhhh!" he moaned and his hips began to grind at me.
     I had tried before to push him off of me and it would work for like
ten minutes, long enough to go to sleep and he'd be wrapped around me
again. I pushed him onto his back and he let me do that, only this time, I
didn't just turn back over and try to go to sleep. Willie had said the only
way to get him to stop was to milk it out of him. All right, I knew how to
do that...sort of.
     I threw the covers off of him entirely to one side, so his complete
body was visible, from the thin arms with their bare hint of muscle, the
ribs showing under his flat breasts, his skeleton one size too big for
him. Mom said not to worry, he'd grow into it, when I mentioned how skinny
he was. For now, he was a skinny kid. His briefs came down off his body
easy. I slipped them all the way down to his feet and off, I didn't want
them getting in the way. Then I slid down the bed a little, and gripped his
dick in my hand. It was all gummy with the sticky stuff already. No wonder
my own briefs were slimy with goo by morning! His cock wasn't fully hard
but when I gripped it, it got stiff in a hurry.
     "Uhhh, uhhhhh!" Jordan moaned and his body hunched upwards into my
hand.
     I started stroking him, my entire hand wrapped around his
shaft. Jordan had a big, fat dick on him, all right, it was even bigger now
I was seeing it hard. My pumping it didn't stop his moaning and it didn't
stop his hunching. If anything, it sped it up.
     "Oooh, uhhhh, uhhhh!" Jordan groaned as I whomped on him. "Yeahhhhh,
uhhhh, oohhhh!" Now he was talking, he talked sometimes in his sleep,
too. His hands came down and caught my hand, felt it upwards until it found
where I was. He was trying to hug me again and I didn't want him to.
     But the hands got up to my head and caught hold and they tried to
shove me down onto his prick. Hard, too, Jordan is a lot stronger than me,
of course, even if he is skinny. He made my face go down and slap the top
of his dick. I got that sticky stuff all over me, even on my lips. I jerked
away from his hands and my tongue licked at my lips, kind of
automatic-like. I tasted it.
     Hmmm. Salty, but...not bad. Creamy, only it didn't taste like milk, it
was almost meaty, and it was warm as it could be. I licked the rest of it
off my lips. And his hands caught my head and pushed me down again and this
time, I aimed my mouth for his cock and as he shoved me onto it, I got
Jordan's cock right in my mouth and all that sticky juice he was gushing
out went right onto my tongue! Yummy! I licked his cock-head like it was an
ice cream and Jordan moaned and hunched at me and his hands didn't let go.
     I held onto his cock with my lips as Jordan hunched up at me. He was
moaning and moaning and then he sort of stopped moaning, but his hunching
kept right on up. After a moment, he moaned again,
only...differently. "Mmmmh!" he grunted. "Mmmh, yeahhhh, mmmmhhh!"
     I began to help him by moving my head up and down on his dong, and his
hands let go of me and his hips relaxed, and it was all up to me. His cock
was hard as it could be and it was warm, really warm.
     "Uuhhhh, yeahhh, come on, Val, suck it, harder, harder!" Jordan
grunted and he began to hunch at me again. "I'm coming, Val, I'm coming,
uhh, uhh, uhhh, UHHH-UHH-UHH-HUNNNHHH!" His hands caught hold of me which
was good, I guess, because what happened next startled the hell out of me!
     "Milk it out" was what Willie had said, but I hadn't expected this! I
got a huge load of his goo, he blew it in my mouth and down my throat hard
and lavish, so much spunk, I couldn't believe it! Even the stickiest gunk
on my briefs in the morning hadn't been a patch on this! I swallowed it as
best I could, but it was flooding me, I coughed and it blew out my nose,
and still he squirted his jizz into my mouth. I blew more come out my nose
because I couldn't swallow it all, and then he was done, let go and I
lifted off, gulped hard and blew my nose to clear it of the spunk still in
it, and he was gasping and groaning under me.
     "Aw, man, aw, man, aw, man!" Jordan gasped after a while. "That was
freaking fantastic!"
     "Yeah." I choked out, coughed. "I wasn't expecting that at the last,
though. Willie said to milk it out, so that was what I wanted to do, so
you'd stop hunching me at night."
     "Yeah!" Jordan got out, then "Whooh! Man, I never expected you to suck
on it, though!"
     "You made me." I pointed out. "You grabbed my head and shoved me onto
it."
     "Sorry! But man, you did it great!" Jordan said.
     "Think you can sleep now without hunching at me and getting me all
sticky?" I asked.
     "Yeah, I think so." Jordan agreed.
     So I got up and Jordan threw the covers over us and I got to
sleep. When Jordan snuggled up to me, I woke up, but there wasn't any
hunching or moaning. It felt nice.
     The next time I woke up, it was nearly dawn. I was on my side, with
Jordan right behind me, tight up against me. And Jordan was hunching at my
ass again.
     Only he wasn't asleep. His hands were on me, but they were worming my
briefs down my legs. He was still nude from the night before.
     "What are you doing?"
     "Shhh!" he said. "Don't worry about it."
     "All right." I said. Jordan got my briefs off and then he was hawking
spit, it sounded like. I felt his hand down at my buns a time or two, but
he wasn't feeling me up. The next thing I felt was...was his dick probing
at my butt. "What are you doing?" I asked him again.
     "Don't worry, it's cool, Val, it's cool." he breathed at me. "Just had
another dream, is all. Only this dream, it's gonna be real."
     "Huh?"
     "In my dream, I been fucking." Jordan said. "It was only after last
night I realized who I was fucking, is all. You."
     "Yeah?" I asked. "Can you do that?"
     "Sure." Jordan breathed at my ear as his glans found my sphincter. "If
you let me."
     "Okay." What kid is going to push away attention from his older
brother?
     Jordan's hands spread my buttocks and this time, his glans pushed on
me hard. I grunted. It hurt. "Oh, oh, oh!"
     "Shhh!" Jordan said again. "Just relax. It'll be okay, don't worry."
     I held still as he kept shoving into me, and it still hurt. A lot. I
wept a tear or two of pain, but Jordan's hands on me kept touching me,
reassuring me, his voice was a soft croon in my ear as he wormed it further
in, making me feel so good even if his cock hurt me like hell.
     "That's it." he told me after a long time of this. "It's all
inside. You like it?"
     What could I say to this? "Uh-huh."
     "You'll get used to it in a bit." Jordan assured me and his lips
kissed my ear. "Feels good, feels real good." He gave a little hunch and I
grunted. But it didn't hurt as much as it had before.
     "You're the best little brother a guy ever had, you know?" Jordan
soothed in my ear, and then he nibbled at it. "I'm going to fuck you soon
as you're ready and you're going to love it, okay?"
     "Okay." I said.
     Jordan made little hunches at me now and then, and each time it hurt
less. Finally, I said, with a deep breath, "Okay, I'm ready."
     And Jordan sighed. "Finally!" And he hunched again, this time, though,
it was for real. He was hunching me because his prong was up my butt and it
was sliding in and out and it was good, so good! I felt it rubbing me
inside and I was full of Jordan's cock and there was something in there
that made it all feel so good, so very, very good!
     "Ooh, ooh, Jordan, that's nice!" I groaned as he fucked me. His hips
were lithe and supple and knew just how to do it. All that nightly hunching
had paid off, he was smooth and even in his strokes. "Ooh, yeah, oooh!"
     "Yeah, Val, you're good, such a tight ass, so good, so good!"
     I felt that tingle in my dick even though I wasn't touching it. "Oh,
oh, oh, OH, OH, OH!" I groaned as the tingle overwhelmed me.
     "Oh, oh, your ass is clutching me, tight, too tight, oh, oh, GAH, AH,
AH, AH, AHH-HAHH, GUHHHH! Jordan's spunk stung as it jetted into me, I
could feel it boiling in there, stinging and hot and so, so sticky! "HUHH,
UHHH, HUHHH, UHH-UH-HUNNNHHH! Hah, ah, ah, hah, gah, uh, gah, uh, huh, uh,
uh!" Jordan had been humping me hard all this time and it was only when he
was totally finished that he stopped moving, stopped moaning and slumped
down against me, his breath a roar in my ear.
     "Oh, man, that was good!" I grunted. "Really good!"
     "Yeah, little brother." Jordan moaned. "Good. Yeah."
     He and I slept a bit longer and when Mom came to wake him up, she had
to wake me up, too.
     When I came down to breakfast, Jordan still in the bathroom, Mom was
waiting for me. "Val, I've though it over, what you said about Jordan. So I
made a decision."
     "About what?"
     "It's not fair, making you two share a bed. My room is bigger, so what
I'm going to do is let you and Jordan move into my room, and we'll buy two
smaller beds so you can each sleep in your own bed. What do you think about
that?"
     "Oh, it's okay, Mom!" I said. "Jordan and I talked it over last
night. Everything's all right now, honest!"
     Mom looked doubtful. "Are you sure about this, Val?"
     Jordan came down. I smiled at him and said, "Yeah, Mom, I'm sure. I
like sleeping with Jordan now."
     "But what about his, uh, nocturnal emissions?" Mom asked.
     "It's okay, Mom. Jordan's nocturnal emissions aren't going to be a
problem any more!"
     "Yeah, Mom. No problem at all." Jordan put in, and he and I snickered
at each other. Mom just shook her head and gave up.

				  THE END
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