Date: Sun, 1 May 2016 03:20:11 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Rules of Craig's Room

                    THE RULES OF CRAIG'S ROOM
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     "I don't want to share with him!" griped my older brother Craig. "Why
do I gotta share, anyhow?"
     "Because your sister and her husband are moving in with us, with their
two girls." my mother explained patiently. "We need to give Bill's room to
Sarah and Rachel." Those were the names of my two bratty cousins, Sarah was
four and Rachel was two.
     "Ahhhh!" Craig moaned. I couldn't blame him, exactly. He and I had had
our own rooms ever since Mom and Dad had gotten this house. Their three
children (my sister, my brother and me) were spaced each a decade apart.
Martha (my sister) was now twenty-six years old and Craig was seventeen
(he'd just had a birthday). We'd moved into this house when I was a
newborn, and Martha was in college. A four bedroom place, one for Mom and
Dad, one for Martha, one for Craig and one for me. She hadn't expected
Martha to meet Jonathan and marry him less than a year later. Jonathan was
a nice guy, really...just not very practical with money. Neither was
Martha. The result was inevitable. Now she was back, and Mom had never been
happier.
     Her plan was simple. Martha got her old room back (it had been turned
into Mom's sewing room/guest room) and she and Jonathan would sleep
there. Sarah and Rachel needed a room, well, I could move in with Craig.
     I liked the idea, myself. Craig's room was the kind of room I wanted
some day. Craig played football and his walls were covered with sports
memorabilia and posters on football. But the thing that said "football"
most of all was Craig. He had spent the last three years building up his
muscle, exercising all the time and using the weights that were in one
corner of his room. I was still the scrawny little kid, shooting up faster
than I was outwards. But Craig was in full flower of strong, handsome,
buffed male stud. He had all the girls in town calling him and he went out
all the time. I had listened to him bragging on the phone with his friends
about what those girls and he did together, the days he wasn't talking with
his buddies about football games and what he was doing or going to do on
the field. When talking like his, he was always sprawled out on his bed,
wearing only his briefs, pillow under his shoulders, head against the
headboard, and looking like the best male model ever! And now...and
now...and now I, me, little me, was going to be sharing his bed!
     Like the idea of sharing Craig's room? I freaking LOVED it!
     Craig was less enthusiastic, as you saw. "Where's he going to put his
stuff, anyway?" he whined. "My room's already full of my stuff!"
     "You can push your clothes over and give him half your closet." Mom
said.
     "Half my closet!" moaned Craig, like she'd suggested him cutting off
one of his arms.
     "And give him the bottom two drawers of your dresser." Mom went on,
unphased by his complaints. "Your things can fit into the top three drawers
easily enough."
     "What about all his toys?" Craig wanted to know.
     "They'll all fit into his toy chest and we'll put that at the foot of
your bed."
     "Awwww, mannnnnn!" Craig groaned.
     "Enough of that. We all have to sacrifice some. I have to fit my
sewing machine into the living room. And all my sewing supplies, too, oh,
oh, dear!" And that was all the conversation to be had, because Martha and
her family showed up and we started helping them stuff their things into
our garage, into her old bedroom, and my old bedroom. I got stuck supposed
to play with her daughters, which was lousy. The only golden part of it was
that soon enough, it would be nighttime and I could go to my new bed, which
was now with Craig.
     I got to the bedroom, my things were still in boxes. I'd have to spend
the weekend pulling them out and setting them up in Craig's room. For now,
I took my favorite Transformer action figure, Optimus Prime, and I put him
on Craig's dresser, scooting his football trophy over to one side and
putting Optium Prime on the other side. They were about the same size and I
thought it looked good like that. A way to share the dresser top like we
shared the room now.
     Craig came in and he immediately saw the Transformer. "Oh, oh!" he
stalked over to the dresser. "No way! No fucking way!" and picked up
Optimus Prime.
     "Hey, that's mine!" I shouted.
     He tossed it to me. "Put it in your toy box, then!" he pushed his
trophy back to center.
     "This is my room, too, now!" I protested.
     "I may have to share this room with you, but that doesn't mean you get
to put your stuff all over the place!" Craig snarled. "Listen up, shrimp,
because there's going to be rules about you in this room, you get me?"
     He then began to list his rules. I was to clear out if he told me to,
like when he had a friend over or was on the phone. I had to keep my stuff
in the closet or in my toy box, and nowhere else and that included things
like my school books and backpack. He had more rules, but I was too busy at
that moment playing my trump card. "Mom! Mo-om!"
     Mom came in and we compromised. I got a nightstand for my side of the
bed and I could keep anything on it I wanted to. Craig had to clear off one
wall of his posters to let me put up what I wanted.
     "But I like his posters!" I protested. "I don't want to take any of
them down!"
     "Oh." Mom wavered. "Well, all right then. But Craig, you have to share
this room with him, and that means share."
     She left and Craig turned a grateful grin at me. "Okay, sport, I
overreacted. But I can't have you yelling for Mom every time we have a
disagreement."
     "I won't if you don't bully me."
     "Okay, then, one rule and one rule only. Whatever happens in this
room, stays in this room. You don't tell Mom about anything going on in
here. When something goes wrong, you and I will work it out ourselves. And
I'll be fair and try to see your side of things when you do. Deal?" He
stuck out his hand.
     "Deal!" I agreed and shook his hand.
     Craig got dragged by Mom out to help put things away and I was left to
put my things away. I tried to be fair. My Transformer got the center of my
nightstand, and my schoolbooks and backpack took up the large drawer
underneath it in the stand. With those items put where they were, I found I
could honor Craig's rule to keep my things in the closet and the toy box
without any problem. Clothes and toys were all that were left.
     Craig came back after nine o'clock. With all the noise downstairs, all
in female notes, he was seeking asylum. He came in and looked around. "Hey,
not bad!" He told me. "Thanks, Bill!"
     I was sitting on his bed in my shorts only, just like he would, but on
my half of the bed. Craig had a full-sized bed, it was going to be a snug
fit, him and me in this one bed. "Like I said, I like most of what you got
in here already." I said. I looked around approvingly at the football motif
he had going. "I like football, too."
     "Glad you agree with my rules." Craig said. I looked at him, but he
wasn't looking my way, he was getting undressed. Going to strip down to his
briefs like he always did.
     I'd seen him like this any number of times, but this time was
different because those other times, it was only a short look before he'd
see me and tell me to get lost. He couldn't tell me to get lost now. This
was my room, too, and I got to look all I wanted.
     Down to his briefs, Craig came over to get into bed. He moved and
shifted into place and I watched it all avidly. I'd never seen him like
this in motion, he was always already in bed when I'd seen him before. I
knew his wiener made a big bulge in his shorts, but I didn't know that when
he moved, it would waggle back and forth. Like it was alive or
something. He picked up his telephone and I tried to read my comic book,
but it was hard to concentrate on it. I kept looking back at his wiener and
how big it was. I'd never noticed just how big it was. Talking on the
phone, he reached down and into his briefs and scratched at himself,
lazily. He didn't notice he was doing it, I think...but I was goggle-eyed
at the sight. To feel it, I'd never thought about that. I was in his room
now...I could feel it!
     He was on the phone with a buddy, talking about the upcoming football
game. Not looking at me in any way. His scratching had caused his wiener to
swell up, it was sticking out the briefs more than ever, now. He was in the
position that I'd always looked at and admired. Sprawled on his bed, pillow
under his shoulders, head on the headboard, looking comfortable and relaxed
and handsome, as he talked on the phone with his friend, his face in a
relaxed, easy-smiling pose. His chest was sleek and smooth but nicely
shaped, with his shoulders and pecs larger than his waist which was small,
tight and smoothly slim, his ribs just showed above that flat expanse, as a
clear but not distended line of higher elevation above the plain of his
stomach. His navel was a small dimple in that plain, and from that dimple
ran a small line of hairs, paler brown than the deep brown on his head but
clear on his fair skin, running down into the waistband of his briefs. The
waistband wasn't fully tight to his body there, it was held up just at the
point where the hairs went underneath, forming a small cavern. Craig's
wiener was in there, large and warm, like a dragon in his cave, waiting for
the brave knight to come in and attempt to slay him.
     I don't really remember deciding to reach over and into Craig's
briefs. Honestly, I don't! I just know that I was looking and thinking
about what it would feel like in there, and then I was doing it. Running my
hand into Craig's shorts through that small hole and inside a ways was his
dong, nice and warm and I had hold of it before Craig could react.
     "What the fuck?" He blurted out. "Bill, you freaking pervert!" He
slammed the telephone down with one hand while the other came over and
yanked my hand out of his briefs. "What did you think you were doing?"
     "I just wanted to feel it." I said.
     "Wanted to feel it?"
     "Uh-huh."
     "I didn't say you could feel it!"
     "You didn't say I couldn't." I said. "When you were laying out your
rules. No rule against touching your wiener."
     "Well...that is, I..." Craig stuttered.
     "So I'm making a rule. I'm allowed a rule, aren't I?"
     "What rule?" Craig stammered.
     "My rule is I'm allowed to touch your wiener all I want to." I said.
     "You can't touch my wiener!"
     "If I can't," I went on, "I'm going to make Mom let me redecorate this
room. One whole wall, she said. I bet I can make her give me two."
     "Fu-u-uck!"
     "You got rules. So I should get to make a rule now and then, too."
     Craig looked at me and for a time his face was completely neutral, no
emotion on it at all. Then he suddenly burst out a sharp bark of a
laugh. "Okay, you got a deal. You get to make rules, too. And you can touch
my wiener all you want to."
     His phone rang and he reached over and picked up the receiver. As he
did, I reached back into his briefs and caught hold of his wiener and this
time, he didn't make a single move to stop me.
     "Oh, hi, James." He said. It was the guy who he'd called
before. "Sorry about hanging up, my little brother. Mom moved him into my
room, can you believe it?"
     I had a good hold on him but I couldn't do anything or see anything,
so I reached up with my other hand and pulled his briefs down his
legs. Just enough to expose his dong and balls.
     Craig was still talking to his friend. "Yeah, the little fucker
grabbed me all of a sudden, surprised the hell out of me. It's okay, now,
we worked it all out."
     I caught another hold on his pud. It was stiffening up and soon it was
hard as it could be.
     "I know, can you imagine sharing a room with a kid? He wanted to put
his Transformer on the dresser next to my football trophy. As if!"
     I began to get a rhythm, moving his shaft skin up and down. I'd never
seen his wiener before and never knew it could do anything like it was
doing now. When I did my own pud like this, it would get hard, yes, but it
was still small, so small my hand had trouble keeping hold of it. But
Craig's prick was so big I could barely touch my fingers with my thumb
around it and I could make big, long strokes up and down on it.
     "Uhhhhh!" Craig moved his hips up and down and his cockhead wept a
clear fluid out. "Yeah, the little fucker's in bed with me right now." He
said. "He's going to be sleeping with me. Can you imagine that? Sharing a
bed with your baby brother, I'll be... Uhhhh!"
     I got a strong smell of the fluid on his cockhead and it wasn't pee. I
didn't think it was, this was thicker and stickier. Pee is just water, but
this was more like a lotion. And it smelled really strong, sweaty, musky,
and salty, too.
     I leaned over to smell at it and when I did, Craig's hand caught the
back of my head and pushed me down onto it. I got it in my mouth for a
brief time and then raised back, surprised.
     "Don't worry, I'm going to teach Little Brother how to be a good
roommate." Craig told James on the phone. "I've already laid down the rules
on him. Long as he obeys the rules, we'll be fine."
     I licked my lips at the taste I'd gotten in my mouth from that
push. Salty, yes, musky, yes, but something more. It was good! I leaned
back down and sucked his prong into my mouth.
     "Ohhh, ohhhh!" Craig moaned. "Shit! Look, James, I'm going to have to
deal with this."
     I began to bob my head up and down, milking at his pud. Craig moaned
again, louder. "Look, James, I'll tell you about it tomorrow, I promise."
He said. "But I got to go now. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye!" He hung up the
phone and said to me, "You little shit! What's the idea of sucking on my
cock and me on the phone?"
     I giggled around his prick then lifted off to say. "My rule, I get to
touch you anytime I want to. I also get to touch you in any way I want to."
I amended.
     When I went back down, his hand came down and lighted on my head
again.
     "Oh, hell, I'm not complaining, Little Brother." He assured me. "Go
right ahead and suck it. Suck it all you want to. Fine with me."
     I milked at him some more and Craig groaned and moaned and his hips
thrust up at me. I looked up from where I was at his crotch at him with my
eyes, and his face was screwed up in a pleasure so strong that it
transformed him. More than Optimus Prime turning into a truck, he was a
totally new person, still strong and handsome, but now he also looked soft
and kind and gentle.
     He looked down into my eyes and saw me looking at him and he grinned,
that same, easy grin that he wore so well. "You know what, baby brother?"
he asked me. "I think I'm going to like having you in my bed from now on."
     "Mmh, mh-huh!" I said, then lifted off and repeated it. "Me, too!"
     I resumed sucking Craig and soon he was panting hard like he'd been
running. "Oh, oh, oh, I'm...I'm going to come, Bill!" He told me. "I'm
going to come!"
     I didn't know what he meant but I could feel how hard and how hot his
dick was getting in my mouth. I knew something was about to happen.
     "Can I come in your mouth, little brother? Can I shoot it in you?"
     I still didn't understand, but I didn't want to stop sucking on
him. "Uh-huh!" I grunted my "yes" to him and he slumped back and groaned
louder and louder.
     "I'm, I'm coming, I'm coming!" He gasped after a
time. "UH-HUH-UH-UH-UH-HUH-HNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!"
     And that's when I learned what he meant by "coming." A lot of hot
sticky goo shot up into my mouth and I had to gulp hard and fast to keep it
from getting all over the place. It was hot and salty and tasted so good! I
held on and after a few seconds, he finished shooting so hard and I could
swallow what was left and even sucked some more out of him that didn't
shoot out.
     Craig was panting, his chest rising up and down rapidly. "Oh, man, oh,
man! You are such a good little cocksucker, Bill!" he breathed. "Such a
good little cocksucker!"
     "I liked it!" I assured him. "I want to do it again and again!"
     "You can, you can." He told me. "Just let me rest a little first,
okay?"
     "Okay." I said regretfully, but I really was kind of tired. We got
under the covers and turned out the lights and went to sleep.
     I woke up in the middle of the night with the light back on and Craig
climbing onto my chest. He pointed his cock at my face and said, "I'm ready
to go again if you are."
     I was and I opened my mouth and he shoved his prong into me. His hands
caught hold of my head and he fucked at me, not giving me a chance to do
more than hang on. He moaned, grunted and then squirted another load in my
mouth.
     I woke up early and he was still asleep and I got hold of him and
started sucking on him. He was soft at first, then he woke up and hardened
up and I sucked him to a full climax all over again.
     "Man, Bill, you are one horny little bastard, aren't you?" he marveled
at me as he panted.
     "I like sucking on you." I assured him. "I'm going to do it every
night from now on."
     Mom picked that moment to knock on the door and ask if we were
awake. "We're up, Mom!"
     "Breakfast in fifteen minutes." she said like always, and left.
     We went down and the kitchen table was a nightmare with the four extra
people. Eight instead of four. But we got our food and things settled down
when everyone was eating.
     "And how did you two sleep last night?" Mom asked Craig after a time.
     "Just fine, Ma." Craig answered.
     "It's not so bad sharing a bed with your little brother now, is it?"
     "No, Ma!" Craig looked at me and grinned and so did I. "I had to lay
down a few rules, then we got along fine."
     "I laid down a rule, too!" I said.
     "We're getting along fine now."
     "That's good." Mom agreed and passed on to chatting with Margaret.
     "My only problem," Craig whispered to me, "is what am I supposed to do
if a friend drops by and you decide to play with my cock while he's there?"
     "If you bring a friend by the room," I declared, "I get to play with
his wienie, too!"
     "Is that a new rule of yours?" he wanted to know.
     "That's a new rule." I declared.
     Craig considered it. "Fair enough."

                             THE END
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