Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 16:23:54 -0700
From: justwriting@soniq.org
Subject: We had our Whispers

Title: We had our Whispers
Email: justwriting@soniq.org


Author's Note:

This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any
truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...


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"You're lying, he did not." My best friend, Jason, was telling me a big
pack of lies. He and I had been friends since kindergarten, and he was the
biggest exaggerator I ever met. At 14, we both had plenty of tall tales
about our supposed 'sex life', but this... this was crazy.


"I'm telling you. It happened. And it was good, considering." He had his
hands in the 'scouts honor' formation. I just couldn't believe it. I mean,
it could not be true.


"Dude.. This isn't even funny. Be real with me, you can't be serious." I
was starting to get mad. I mean, he was talking about my brother.


"Dade, I swear on my PS4. It really happened, and he wants to do it again."
Jason bowed his head to make his promise.


"Jason, you are SERIOUSLY telling me," I paused - I'm actually gonna ask
this - "You're telling me that MY brother, 17 year old Mark, the captain of
the soccer team..."


"I'm telling you, he did it. And he swallowed it."


"Fuck you. My brother is not... a cock sucker. He's practically engaged to
Sarah! And you.. You don't like dudes!" I was getting mad. I mean, I
trusted Jason with my life, but my brother wasn't like that.. He
wasn't.. like me.


Yeah, so I like dudes. I knew it, Jason knew it, some others suspected. I
never told Jason, but seriously, you can't know someone your whole life and
not pick up on it. We went through puberty together. We found porn
together. He knows that my interest has always been more on whos fucking
the girl, and less about the girl in the porno. And until now, it's never
been brought up. I think it was just a bro code. He knew what I liked, and
I knew what he was into. But now... it was a bit confusing.


"Dade, chill chill. Look, I'm not into guys. I know some people are..."
Hint, Hint. "But it's not my thing. And I'd never have tried it, but it
just sorta happened."


"OK. You need to tell me everything." I folded my arms, ready to find some
hole in his story. But I couldn't. He didn't hiccup at all.


"So, last week, when I crashed at your house, I got up for another
pudding," Jason steals pudding from my fridge every time he's over. "And
Mark was up in the living room, totally jerking off to a porn on the
laptop. I called him out on it, and he didn't even flinch. In fact, he
didn't even stop jerking. I was gonna go back to bed, but I guess I got
curious and peeked at his screen."


This wasn't big news. Mark and I shared a room, so when Jason was over, he
would crash on the couch.. and I have also walked in on him jerking off
more than once. I mean, we're guys. I can't say that I haven't tried,
maybe, to make sure I caught him on purpose. I mean, he's the only other
dude I've seen naked. And he's a good looking guy. At 5'10, about 180
pounds, he's pretty built. Soccer helped with most of that. Of course, his
dick was nice to look at too... I don't know exactly how big it is, but
it's bigger than me, and that makes it hot. Jason and I have about the same
size, both about 5.5 inches now. He's thicker than me, but I think since I
am uncut, I have the better dick. I may be bias.


"Anyway, so I'm looking at his screen, and it's two dudes and a chick. Now,
I am all about the chicks, so this was enough to get me going a little, but
then HE busted me out. He was all like, 'if you're gonna watch, don't creep
behind me.' and I was all 'I'm not creeping.' " Jason continued, and now I
was fully engaged. I was already pushing a bit of chub in my jeans, but it
wasn't noticeable.


"Well, since I was busted, I thought, what the hell. It's porn, I can't get
it on my computer, and he's offering. Plus, the chick was hot..." He
paused, and noticed I stopped fighting his story. "But here's the thing, I
mean, I know you and I have jerked off together, but I didn't know what
your brother's deal was."


I nodded, and he continued, "But Mark was totally cool about it. He was
like, 'dude, we all jerk. Take a look at this chick.' So I did. And it was
hot. She was on her knees, and blowing the first guy, then switching to the
next. I sat next to him and whipped it out. I figured if he was gonna
share, I might as well get a load out, you know?"


That was the thing about Jason. I don't know what was wrong in his brain,
but he literally had no filter. With me, he would talk about anything from
the fantasy he had, to the 8" log he dumped after dinner. I swear, he
didn't care. With me, anything was good. Which was fun for me, because he
was the center of most of my jerk off fantasies. His stories gave me
ammunition every night, and he wasn't sparing in this recollection either.


"So, we're jerking off, and I'm getting into it, but then the video took a
twist. One of the dudes got on his knees and started to suck the other one
off. So now, the chick and the dude are both blowing the bigger dicked
dude." He chuckled a little, and continued. "Mark kept jerking like nothing
was weird about it, and to be honest, the dude looked like he was really
into it, so I let it go. He moved the laptop to the table, and I could see
he was looking at me jerking off."


I blinked, and he smiled. "I know, it was weird. Your brother had stopped
jerking off, and was now just watching me watch the video. I was getting a
little uncomfortable, so I asked him. I was like 'dude, what?' and he was
like, 'Do you like the video?' and I was all, 'It's porn, yeah, it's fine.'
and he was like, 'no, do you like the dude?' and I was like, 'nah, not into
dudes, Mark.' "


"Why did you stick around? " I didn't get how this was happening.


"Dude, I was too far into it. I was about 5 minutes from blowing a load.
All I needed was to get off." He challenged me a bit. "Dude, if you were in
my place, free porn and no one to tell you no?"


I nodded, because he was right. If I had access to porn, it wouldn't have
mattered what it was. It would have done the trick.


"So get to the part you said before," I hinted. I needed to hear what
happened.


"Oh, yeah. So, he asked me more about the video, like did 'I ever think
about what it feels like to get head', and that 'it really doesn't matter
who does it, it feels good.' - well, he goes back to jerking for a second,
and I get back into it. I close my eyes for like, 10 seconds, getting back
into the groove - and before I know what's happening, He's ON my dick. Full
mouth, sucking on my dick!"


"No way, you're full of shit. " This was ridiculous. My brother couldn't
have done that.


"Dude, I am telling you. He blew me. And I was already close. I tried to
pull him off, but he wouldn't stop. And you know how my load shoots..."
Jason smiled, gesturing like a volcano. I rolled my eyes. Was he serious?
"He just wouldn't pull off me."


"When it was over, he got up, closed the laptop and walked back to the
kitchen. He told me that it was fun, and that if I ever wanted it again, to
let him know." Jason looked me, and got a bit quiet. He could tell I was
confused about the whole thing.


"Dade, Dude, I know you like dudes. I think your brother does too. I'm not
gonna hang out with Mark, and I'm not looking for a dude to fool around
with. But he clearly is. He never told me not to tell you, but I'm guessing
he doesn't want you to know. So, this is just for us. Now, can we please
finish our game?"


But I couldn't finish the game. In fact, I tapped out and went home. I had
a lot to think about. That night, and every night after, I had jerk off
fantasies about getting head. Giving head. What weirded me out? It wasn't
Jason I was thinking about.


---


It was almost 10 when Mark got home from his date with Sarah. He came into
the bedroom, and I flipped over to watch him come in. Like usual, he
stripped down to his boxers, flopped into bed, and turned toward me. I was
staring at him. He cocked his head a bit. I didn't move.


"Dade, what?" He asked. I didn't say anything, just shrugged. "Seriously,
what?"


"Nothing man. Just.. nothing." I turned around, and sighed. "I know what
you did with Jason."


Silence. More Silence.


"Dade... I..." he started.


"Don't bother. " I wasn't mad. I was hurt. But why? Because he didn't tell
me? Because he's gay too?


I went to sleep without another word. My brother had validated wheat Jason
said. There was nothing more to say.


When I woke up, I realized the truth. I was jealous. Jealous that my best
friend got a blow job before me. Jealous that my brother gave him one.
Jealous that I wasn't a part of any of it. I am the gay one! Why aren't I
getting the gay action!? After that night, my fantasies shifted. I wasn't
sure if it was right or not, but I couldn't deny it. I no longer thought of
Jason as the hole for my dick.. Now, it was Mark. Thinking about him
sucking on Jason's 5.5" dick and pretending it was me. Thinking about my
own load splashing on his tongue. I needed it.


I determined, I was gonna get my brother to blow me. But, the question -
how?


Thankfully, The answer came to me almost as a gift. Mark, my ever-cool 17
year old jock brother with the perfect abs and the scholarship, came home
the next weekend, drunk off his ass. I was in the middle of a fantasy -
this time Mark was tied up and I was about to cum on his tongue - when I
heard the familiar sound of his hand-me-down minivan pull into the
driveway. I looked out the window to see him fall out of the passenger
door. It seems that Sarah had to drive him home, and I heard them argue
about him being a waste.


I watched him sneak over to our shared bedroom window, and I hopped back
into bed.  I knew then that he was drunk, because if he were sober, he
would have remembered that our parents weren't even home. He could have
just come in through the front door. I watched him crawl in, shouting back
at Sarah. "Yeah, that's right bitch! Leave me hanging, like you always do!"


He jumped into the window, falling over the dresser. I watched him peel off
his clothes, mumbling. While I couldn't tell what he was saying, I have
seen this before. Sarah doesn't have sex, and Mark likes to make sure she
knows how frustrated he is by that.


I watched him stagger down to our bathroom, yanking at his boxers, his ass
flexing as he let his piss spray. I am sure his missed the bowl about 90%
of it. I sat up when he came back into the room, watching him try to figure
out how to navigate in the dark. For me, I could see just fine. My brother
was butt-naked. He staggered around, tripping over his clothes. Finally, he
found his bed and collapsed. I couldn't help it, I had to laugh.


Mark turned toward the sound of my voice. I could see him, but I think he
was still blinded by the dark. "What are you laughing at, ya little bitch?"
He slurred, but continued, angry. "I can get anything I want. I got a
girlfriend, I get all the ass I want.. I even got that little faggot Jason.
Better than you got with him, right, ya homo? "


My laughter stopped. I couldn't believe he said that. I stayed silent,
until soon I heard the snores. He was OUT. I was pissed. And I was still
horny. Bad combination.


I walked over to him, and poked him with my finger. Nothing. Dead to the
world. There he was, my cocky, brother, ass up and dead to the world. Maybe
I should prove him wrong? My hand instinctively went to my cock, my new
attraction right in front of me. I had seen the videos. I knew how to lube
up, I knew how to fuck. Maybe this was my chance?


Without thinking, I slapped his ass. If I was going to do this, I had to
make sure he wasn't going to wake up. He stirred a little, but nothing
more. I spread his ass, and poked his hole a little with my finger. Not a
flinch. Was I gonna do this? My dick said yes. It was either now or
never. He was in the perfect position, and I was hard as I've ever been. I
opened his nightstand and pulled out the lotion. It wasn't lube, but it
would have to do.


I slicked up my dick, now pointing straight out. I squirted a bit on his
crack, and ran my hand up and down. he was very warm, and now really
slippery. I felt with my fingers until i could feel his hole. I pushed a
bit of the cream in, and got onto the bed. I lined up my dick and started
to push. I couldn't get in. He was so tight, and there was no way to loosen
him.


I pulled back, lined up one more time, and shoved my cock forward. Right as
I did that, he arched his back. With a huge Pop!, my dick slammed into the
hilt. Mark screamed out as I collapsed on top of him, but he didn't fight
me. I started to hump his ass, feeling him struggle to push me out, but I
was in all the way. His wiggling and squirming put me really close, and I
started to convulse. I was really doing it! He tried to push up with his
arms, but that just pushed me into him deeper, and I couldn't hold
back. Was he helping me fuck him deeper?


I grunted as my teen load shot into him, and his shouts of 'what the fuck'
and 'get the fuck off me' only fueled it more. He seemed to fight a bit,
but I assumed that my weight on him, and his drunk nature, didn't allow him
to get up. I finished cumming, and I noticed that when I stopped moving, he
kept swishing about; almost grinding into me. It didn't click, but was he
trying to get more?


Now that my oragasm put my brain back on track, I realized that I was in a
pickle. As I came down from my first fuck, I had to figure out a new
problem. He was gonna kill me as soon as I get off him!


I pulled my now soft dick out of him, and he grunted again. He had stopped
bitching and yelling, and when I pulled out, I think I heard him actually
sigh. I held him down with my body weight, keeping his arms from gaining a
grip. After a few minutes, he stopped struggling, and he seemed to be
still. I couldn't let go until I was sure.


Just as I was about to trust that he had given up... I heard it. A single
sentence, almost a whisper..."You made me cum." I lifted off him, and
pulled back to my knees. He didn't move. Didn't speak. I listened
closer. Nothing more. I got off his bed, walked over to my own, and lay
down. I stayed awake most of the night. He didn't move, and eventually
started to snore.


I woke up to him standing over my bed. With a start, I put my arms up, and
prepared to get a beating. But he wasn't attacking me. He stood there,
hard, feverishly jerking his cock. It was the first time I saw it up close
and hard. It was nice, almost 7". Uncut, like me. Again, he whispered to
me, "Don't move, You're gonna make me cum."


I stayed still, and he lifted his leg to my chest. This put his cock right
up to my face. He didn't have to tell me what he was doing. I opened my
mouth, and that was all he needed. I ate my first load from Mark that
morning, and he smiled as he wiped his finger against the shots of his cum
that hit my cheek and forehead.


From that day on, and until he went to college, we had our whispers.
Whenever one of was hard, or needed dick, we had only to crawl over to each
other's bed and whisper, "Make me cum."




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