Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2015 18:05:59 -0500
From: A S <asgb42@gmail.com>
Subject: That Damn Kid Chapter 2

"Right? You really know how to fuck a boy." He winked and I
blushed. Suddenly his eyes grew wide and he pointed behind me. I turned and
saw my brother, Ian, and 8th grader, standing there staring at his brother
and the boy he just fucked. Without a word he put his backpack down by the
door and went upstairs to his room.

"Shit! Shit shit shit SHIT!" Evan whisper-yelled.

"Shhh, it'll be fine." I grabbed his shoulders, unsure myself. "Let's clean
this up," i gestured to my cock and the bit of carpet soaked with his cum,
"then I'll go talk to him." We cleaned up quickly, VERY quickly, and got
dressed. I went upstairs and told Evan to wait in my room, then went into
the one next to it. Ian was sitting there staring at his computer
monitor. It had nothing but his desktop background on it.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey." He replied.

"Listen, I know this is a shock to you, but-"

"I'm gay."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Huh. Why didn't you tell me? Actually, no, I
know exactly why you didn't tell me. Evan's brother is exactly like me, in
a lot of ways."

"So his names Evan? He's cute."

I blushed. I took a seat on his bed, trying to figure out what to say.

"I won't tell anyone." He said.

"Thank you. I won't tell anyone about you either."

"So are you gay?" He said, swiveling in the chair to face me?

"What? Fuck no!" But then I thought about it. "Fuck, I don't know,
maybe. I'll get back to you on that one. For now I gotta check on him, he's
had a rough day."

 I got up to leave, and I coulda swore I heard a barely audible "I'll bet
he did." And Ian might've glanced at my crotch, but I just stalked out of
the room with a slight blush on my face. I went into my room to find Evan
rubbing his crotch through his pants while sniffing one of my dirty
jockstraps.

"What the hell?" I gasped. He jumped and threw the jock at the wall and
tried to hide his boner.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry! I just saw it and thought I'd...and..." He broke
into tears, "I really am a disgusting faggot. I'm so sorry."

I sighed and sat down next to him. Again, I felt massively awkward. "Hey
man, calm down. It's not you, trust me. It's assholes like me and your
brother that say stupid shit like that. Honestly, that was...well..."

"What?"

"Kinda hot." I blushed hard and looked away. Evan did that sort of post-cry
laugh people do, and it sounded so cute on him. While I was looking away he
tackled me to my back and we kissed a bit before he rolled off of me and
wrapped his body around mine.

"So," he said after our teenage-girl giggle fit was over, "are you? Gay, I
mean."

"Fuck, I don't know anymore, man. This morning I was thinking of Chelsea's
pussy and now I'm cuddling with the guy I fucked."

"It was more than fucking, though." Those huge emeralds of eyes looked up
at me. "What happens in the bathroom, that's fucking. It's sex just to get
off. But I care about you. Do you care about me?"

"Yeah, I do. I think I always have. That'd explain why I took the time to
ask you what was wrong in the parking lot." Another pause. "Hey, do you
like what happens in the bathroom?"

"Physically yes. I mean, no guy could resist near constant prostate
stimulation, but it just feels so dirty and emotionless. I wanted my first
time to be something special, but I guess that can't happen." He began to
tear up again.

"Hey, man, your first time was special, downstairs, remember? You said what
we did was different, so just ignore the other shit, ok?"

"Ok." He smiled up at me, but that quickly turned into a frown again. "What
if Tony puts me there again?"

"He won't." I looked at my nightstand clock. 7:36. "I'm gonna pay your
brother a visit to make sure, you want to come with me?"

He looked scared. "What if he hurts you? How will you make him stop?"

"A: he can't, I beat the shit out of him early, he's probably still
dazed. B: I have dirt on him that I can use to persuade him. So I assume
you're not coming?" He shook his head. "Ok then, I'll be back soon. Feel
free to make yourself at home. My laundry hamper is in the closet, if
you're interested." I winked then laughed at the shade of Crimson his face
turned. So I left my house and, deciding to walk, made my way to Evan's
house. When I got there, I knocked politely. I saw a shadow move in the
background after a few minutes, so I turned the door handle. Luckily, it
was unlocked. I threw the door open and marched inside, straight back into
the kitchen where I found Tony.

"What the fuck do you want?" He said as he held a bag of frozen peas up to
his face.

"Coach Johnson." I said flatly.

His face went white. "Wha...what?"

"You heard me. I lied, I wasn't too high to remember. Coach Johnson fucked
you in the ass and that's why he got fired. I remember, and if I see your
brother in the school against his will then the whole school will
know. Plus, I'll kick your ass again, and Evan won't be there to save
you. That's right, after your pansy ass passed out, he was the one who
pulled me off you. So you are going to start treating him like an older
brother should treat his younger brother. No more beatings, no more
'bathroom' and no more insults. But really it's up to you. You can continue
to be an asshat to him, or you can become the town pity party and also wind
up in the hospital. If it comes to it, I will take this to the police. Do
you understand me?" He nodded his head and I turned to leave.

"Jake, wait. Why do you give a shit about some faggot?" He asked, so I
turned and punched him in the face again. I left him lying on the kitchen
floor surrounded by frozen peas.

When I got back home, I saw Evan and Ian sitting on the couch together,
facing each other slightly and watching TV. They were giggling about
something.

"Well that's suspicious." I said.

"What, am I not allowed to be friends with your boyfriend?" Ian asked and I
blushed again. Seriously, at this rate all the blushing was gonna make me
pass out.

"Nope!" I said, as I pulled him onto the ground and we started play
wrestling. Usual brother stuff, we've been doing it since he could walk,
but back then he barely stood any chance. Nowadays, with him hitting
puberty, the little bastard stands a chance! He's just so lithe that I
could never get a hold of him. He was built sort of like Evan, in a way,
but Ian was taller. We wrestled for a good ten minutes with Evan laughing
and giving Ian advice (bastards) but that's when I noticed my little bro
had sprung a boner. I stopped, using the bullcrap excuse of getting tired,
and stood up, fixing my clothes.

"So do I win?" Ian jumped up, practically bouncing with
excitement. Apparently his 'situation' was lost on him.

"Sure, what the hell, why not?" I said. "Hey Evan, want a drink?"

"Sure, thank you. What do you have?"

"Come on, I'll show you." So he got up and followed me. Luckily Ian gave us
some alone time. We went into the kitchen and I opened the fridge. "So me
and Tony had our little talk."

"How'd it go?" Evan asked nervously.

"Good, he won't mess with you anymore. You can have whatever you want, by
the way." I motioned at the fridge.

"How can you be sure. And even the booze?" He asked, and added the last bit
quietly, almost scandalously.

I laughed at his innocence. "If you want, but don't get too drunk. And
trust me, ok? If he does mess with you, just text me or call me, any time
day or night. Oh shit! I never got your phone number." He pulled out his
phone and handed it to me. I entered my number and name (Jake Hawken, for
anyone nosy) as he picked out a drink. He seemed to think about grabbing a
beer, but settled on a coke. We went back to the living room and I lounged
out on one corner of the couch with Ian on the love seat. Evan plopped down
between my legs with his ass nestled in my lap. I noticed Ian give us a
big, shit-eating grin but I glued my gaze to the TV. Some cooking show was
on. Evan rubbed his feet on mine. Mine were a size 13, and his were a lot
smaller, maybe 7 or 8's. They were so soft and smooth, the perfect shade of
white. I boned up real quick. 'Fuck!' I thought, 'now you are getting
turned on by this kid's feet?' Evan turned to look at me with a cocky
grin. He weaved his toes between mine and rubbed his ass against my aching
cock.

 I must've let out a small gasp or moan, because Ian gave us a weird look
and said "Get a room!"

"Maybe we will." Evan said and gave Ian a wink. I just stared at the TV. A
commercial came on and I pulled out my phone to distract myself and noticed
the time.

"Hey Evan, you said your parents get home at 9, right?"

"Yeah."

"It's 9:10"

Evan leapt to his feet "Oh shit! I gotta get home!"

"Calm down! I'll walk you home."

"Ooooooh!" Ian said in that gossipy-bitch voice people do when someone gets
sent to the principal's office.

"Shut the fuck up!" I said, but he and Evan laughed. Evan and I got our
shoes on and went outside. We chit-chatted on the walk, but I could tell
Evan was a bit nervous about going home. I tried to take his mind off of it
with anything I could think of (music, movies, games, etc.) but nothing
worked. We got to Evan's house, and we said our goodbyes. Surprisingly,
before he opened the door, he went up on his tip-toes and gave me a kiss.

I giggled and kissed him back. "Fag." I said.

He winked and replied "Douche bag." He opened the door and went in. I
followed him without him knowing. Inside, in the living room, I saw his mom
and dad sitting on the couch together watching TV.

"Evan, you're home late." His dad said, without looking away from the TV.

"And who's your friend?" His mom asked. Evan turned around with a start and
stared at me.

"My name's Jake, ma'am. I needed help with calculus, and I remembered Tony
mentioned he had a genius brother so I figured I'd get him to tutor
me. Nice to meet you, and you too, sir." I walked forward and shook both
their hands. Being a 'disreputable child' teaches you how to fake manners
extremely well.

"Well isn't that nice! And such manners! How long is this tutoring gonna
last?" Evan's mom asked.

"Well the class is all year, so probably until I graduate, unfortunately."

"As long as you bring him home safe and sound every day!"

"Moooom!" Evan said.

I laughed. "Well, I've gotta get going home, nice to meet you two again!
Goodnight, Evan!" I patted his back on the way out.

At home, I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and set out to find Ian. I
walked into his room, starting to say 'hello' but stopped as I saw him hide
something glass under his bed. "You gonna share?"

His face was beet red "Share what?"

"Oh come on, the room is smoking, your window is open and your eyes are as
red as the devil's dick." I plopped myself down on the bed next to him and
grabbed the pipe. I took a hit and blew rings out the window. "Jesus, I
needed that. Long fucking day."

"I'll say." He laughed and I passed him the pipe. "So...Evan seems nice."

"Yeah. Kid's had a rough life. It's weird though, I thought gays knew they
were gay younger. Like, your age." Evan blushed again. "Dude, its fine. You
caught me with my dick in a guy's ass, do you really think I care if you're
gay?" Thinking about Evan boned me up again. Ian looked away and there was
an awkward silence.

"Can I see it? Your dick, I mean?"

Now it was my time to blush. "wh-what? Why?"

"To know how big it is. Mine's small and I wanna know if it'll get big. And
we're related so it should be as big as yours, right?" Couldn't argue with
the kid's logic.

"I mean, I guess." Maybe it was the pot, but he did make a lot of sense. I
had similar thoughts when I was his age. I pulled out my hard cock and he
stared in aww. "Like what you see?" He nodded his head. "Well, let me see
what you got!" That broke his gaze.

"What?! Hell no!"

"Come on, you've seen mine! Now show me yours!" I tackled him and tried
getting his pants off, but it was a hard angle and he had a belt
on. Luckily, I knew that if I tickled him he'd go limp as a sack, so I
tickled grabbed one of his ankles and tickled his feet. I cackle-laughed
and cried for me to stop, jerking his legs back and forth trying to get
free. Without thinking, head cloudy as fuck, I bent my head and licked from
his heel to his big toe. He shuddered and gasped.

"What the hell man? What was that?"

I shook my head. "No idea."

"Do it again." He said. So I did, I slobbered all over his foot, then I
grabbed the other one and did the same. I looked up and noticed he had
fished out his cock and was jerking it wildly. He was a decent 5".

"Nice cock bro!"

"DON'T LOOK!" He yelled. He jerked as I licked his feet, then spasmed,
oozing clear cum from his dick. As soon as he came he pulled his knees up
to hide his cock and cum, but it just gave me a great view of his
ass. Wait, this is my brother! I shouldn't think shit like that!

"Don't worry man, my cum was clear when I was your age. Puberty will sort
out all that shit. Just one problem bro." He was lying back, eyes closed,
basking in the afterglow. I crawled up and slapped his face with my dick,
smearing cum on his face. "Suck it." I commanded. He opened his mouth to
protest, but instead stuck out his little tongue and tentatively swiped at
my dick. "Don't be shy, little bro." I rubbed his head with my hand. He put
his lips to my dick and slowly slid down until he had half my dick in his
mouth. He tried to get more but gagged. "Don't hurt yourself now." He
worked my cock for a good ten minutes. Over time I moaned more and more,
and that really got Ian into it. He sucked harder, twirling his tongue all
around my dick. "Shit man, I'm gonna cum!" He pulled back far enough to
rest my head on the tip of his tongue and I blew my load straight into his
mouth. When I was done cumming, he swallowed it all and gave me a cocky
grin. I lied down beside him. We cuddled....I mean, lied there for a few
minutes, basking in the afterglow. After a while, I looked at him and
realized he was asleep. I laughed to myself and got up. I grabbed his
blanket and tucked him in, then gave him a pat on the head before I headed
to my own room. With the speed that everything happened, I had forgot how
long of a day it was. I lied in my bed, unable to keep my thoughts from
racing as I thought about the implications of all that had happened.