Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 10:36:21 -0500
From: Kyle Hansen <feetbalz@live.com>
Subject: stupid things happen  part 3

Stupid Things Happens
Part 3
Kyle feetbalz@live.com

I thought I was jacking off a lot.  It wasn't that I thought I was doing it
too much but just that I did it whenever I thought I could.  I'd bone up
several other times, like in third period, on the bus to school, and when
we hung out at the mall and such.  Those boners I couldn't do anything
about.  It was after Marcus and I got playing and sucking that I really had
to jack off.  And somehow, I did it even more.

Most of the time I would jack off and not really think about anything.
Sometimes I would get porn pics or even, yes I know its sad, the Victoria
Secret Catalog and look at them while I jacked.  But starting the next day
after Marcus and I slept over, I started thinking about him when I jacked
off.  I would think about jacking his dick with my hand.  I would think
about sucking him.  The smell that came off of me while I jacked made me
think about putting my nose in his pubes.  Sometimes I would think about
Marcus sucking me or at least jacking me.  It seemed logical to me that
since my dick was getting the attention that I should be thinking about
Marcus sucking me.  As I got closer to shooting, it seemed like that I
would end up thinking about sucking him.

There were several times that I thought about a girl, when I started
jacking.  And sometimes it would be me and Marcus with one or two girls.
The closer I got, the better I felt, the more the girls would disappear and
it would just be Marcus in my imagination.  There were two times that I
started thinking of me, Marcus and about 5 other boys.  All naked and
jacking off and stuff like that.  All that happened to the other boys in
that dream was that we sat on top of them and it was just me and Marcus in
the end.

During school, we would hang at lunch and before and after school.  We knew
enough to not say a lot about what happened and what we wanted to do.  But
we did talk at times when we were alone.  It was a little weird at first
but when each of us knew that we didn't hate each other, we could talk a
lot more.  We also touched more.  I never minded that in previous years,
some guys just don't like to be touched.  Marcus would come up behind me
when I was sitting and lean on me.  He was really hugging me but he acted
like he was tired and needed a place to lean on.

He also seemed to know when I had a boner.  I'd be trying to act like it
wasn't there and just keep talking to people and stuff like that.  Marcus
would `accidentally' knock his hand into my boner.  Two times, he had to
get up during assembly or pep rally or whatever they call it and he pushed
on me more than he needed to.

One weekend went by and we never could get alone to do anything.  Sleeping
over wasn't allowed that weekend, both of our parents had stuff going on
and they didn't want to mess with having another boy in the house.  I still
don't understand that, especially with my parents, they barely know I have
anyone in the house.  When somebody is sleeping over, I don't even hang
with my parents, I just leave them alone and they watch whatever DVDs they
want to, and mess around on the couch.

I thought I had it set up that I could get Marcus to sleep over the next
weekend.  On Wednesday, I was a little shocked when my dad asked me if I
was ready for the big weekend.  I thought he was reading my thoughts I was
having, they were about sitting in the bathtub with Marcus and doing a
really good job of getting each other's dicks clean.  I figured he just
meant that it would be nice to have a friend over.  It was Friday morning
when I realized that he wasn't talking about that.  He asked me if I had my
bag packed already.  I told him that Marcus was coming over here and I
didn't need to pack.  He meant packing to go see my brother at college, or
really go to the football game at college, and speak to my brother who was
also there.

My dad got all over my ass when I started whining and bitching about going.
I was pissed because they never told me about it.  Both my mom and dad
proved to me that they told me and told me and told me.  It shouldn't have
been a surprise.  Maybe they are right about how jacking destroys your
brain too.  I do have to admit that stuff like that happens to me a lot.
Sometimes, I don't even know it until after it happens.

My brother lives at college.  The same one where both my parents went, that
is where they meant, fell in love, had sex, made a baby, got married, and
then had the baby.  My dad loves football and his team.  My mom gets
excited about the football games but doesn't care all that much.  We go to
games a few times each year, including some of the bowl games.  Some of the
bowl games can be very good.  My brother wears a lot of college shirts and
hats and he can talk to my dad about football.  He doesn't go to many games
though.  He does when its going to be a good party.  He also calls it going
to a game when he does tailgating and never makes it into the stadium.

My brother lives with his boyfriend.  He is gay, always has been as far as
I know.  Its not like he all of a sudden got mom and dad around the kitchen
table and made an announcement.  It just kinda seemed right when he would
have boyfriends around.  I wasn't ever thinking much about what they ever
did sexually.  Up to one day when I got to go with my brother to one of his
friends' house for a pool party.  It was just a few boys.  I thought it was
very exciting that they were letting me skinny dip.  They all kidded me and
teased my that every time my butt would get out of the water that girls
from my class would look over the fence and see me naked.  It was when I
saw my brother and one of his best friends get out of the pool, they were
also naked, and they grabbed each other and started kissing.  Not just
little kissing but like shoving each other's tongues all the way down each
other's throats.  And when I saw them grab the other's junk, I stood there
staring.  It wasn't that they were doing it with another boy, it was just
that they were doing it at all.  I was old enough to know that things like
that happened but not with anybody I knew.

My mom won't stay at my brother's apartment.  It has two bedrooms but one
is more like an office.  It has a bed, but you have to move things out of
the way to find it.  Its fine for me.  The whole apartment looks about like
my room, as far as the mess and stuff goes.  It looks like how my brother
likes his room at home.  My mom and dad let me stay there and they go get a
hotel room where a bunch of the old students stay for games.

I do love staying with my brother.  When I was little, he would let me get
in bed with him and we would talk.  Sometimes it was about little stupid
stuff.  Sometimes, he would tell me about what he was doing and try to
teach me things.  He took being a big brother seriously, sometimes.  And
there were several times that we would do stuff, I'll have to write about
that some other time.

I wasn't really planning it, but all of a sudden, I had a huge opportunity
to tell my brother some very exciting news.  And it involved sex.  The kind
of sex that he would be interested in.  There were two other times that I
told him about my sex life.  One was telling him about the second time I
shot cum, it was the first time I did it myself.  He already knew about the
first time, he helped.  So, I started telling him.  It was a lot of what I
wrote in these stories.  We were sitting on the couch, no real lights on,
we were leaning on each other, and he was so into hearing it.  His
boyfriend was sitting in a chair in the same room but was very quiet.  He
just kept drinking beer and listening.  I think he got as hard as me and my
brother.

Even though I made the story as hot and sexy as I could, my brother ended
up telling me that he was happy for me and in just a few words, made it all
seems nice and sweet, and meaningful.  I didn't tell him about how much I
thought about Marcus when jacking off.  My brother made sure I could find
the bed and then he kissed me on the cheek.  I don't remember him ever
doing that before.  After I turned off the light and put my head on the
pillow, I could still feel his kiss on my cheek.  I even put my hand on the
spot and rubbed.

We went to the game, our team won, yeah!  And before the game ended, my
brother had to leave.  He's a waiter and he makes a lot of money on game
days and he had to be there before the game ended.  I walked back to the
apartment with my brother's boyfriend.  Andy was just about the same size
as my brother, about 5'10" and thin.  He had real short hair, like a burr.
He was really bad at cutting it though, he always has gashes where he cuts
it all the way down in the back.  I think he is good looking, at least not
ugly.  The best thing is his eyebrows.  They are dark and thick, and look
good on him.  It makes me wonder what his hair would look like if he let it
grow.  He's got both ears pierced.  He had one in the belly button but had
to take it out when it hurt all the time.  His nipple looks like he had
one.  There isn't a hole but it looks puckered or something.

Andy works at a big store in the mall.  Not selling but just moving the
stuff when it comes in on the trucks.  He wasn't going to work, so I could
stay there with him.  Let my brother make money, and let my parents go eat
and get loud with their college buddies.  I liked Andy enough but we barely
talked as we walked.  He said something about ordering something to eat or
letting him make something that my brother really likes.  The only thing
that I really said was about how long my brother had to work.  I was
thinking that I didn't want to just hang around and not talk forever.

When we got back to the apartment, Andy did a few things in the bedrooms
and bathrooms while I watched the TV and heard about how good our team did.
He came back to the couch and gave me a coke.  He said he would offer me a
beer but both my brother and mom threatened him not to do it.  He said they
didn't say anything about the Jager, that we might have to open up later
on.  And he giggled really weird.

He said I needed to get comfortable and that no one wears jeans in the
apartment unless they had parents or priests there.  He kept saying that
kinda stuff to convince me.  I liked the idea of being able to run around
with no pants.  I started undoing my belt as Andy got up and went to his
room and just walked out of his pants.  I didn't even see him undo his
belt, they just fell down and he pulled his feet out of them.  When he
wasn't looking, I bent my dick over so that it was pinned between my balls
and leg.  I normally hate it when it does that but I didn't want to bone up
so that he could see it.

Andy came back and flopped down hard next to me.  His legs were hairy and
they were rubbing up against my legs.  I barely have enough hair on my legs
that you can see, real light and blonde.  I was looking at his legs and it
took me a little bit to see that he had on very silky looking bright red
underwear.  They didn't have a slit in front, they looked like panties to
me.

Andy told me that I look so much like my brother.  In my face and hair and
even the way we walk.  And he told me my legs looked just like my
brother's.  My brother has more hair than I do, not as much as Andy, so I
don't know if he meant that part.  He said my upper legs were as good
looking as his.  And he rubbed the inside.  He didn't come that close to my
junk but it still made my dick get hard much quicker.  It also made me
nervous.  Andy quit for a little bit and we just watched TV.  He would say
things off and on for a while and he would get me to tell him about school
or friends and stuff.

He was really getting specific about some of the questions and I could tell
he wanted to know more about me and Marcus.  And I was getting where I
wanted to tell him.  I looked over and his underwear was pulled away at the
leg opening.  I could see a big hairy ball.  And his dick was making a tent
in his underwear.  He wasn't shy about his boner.  While I was looking at
it, I reached down and adjusted myself.  I wasn't thinking, I just wanted
to let my junk move and be more comfortable.  And when I let go, I had a
good bulge going in my underwear.

I got telling about me and Marcus, I even made some stuff up.  It was
getting to Andy, he was almost jacking off when he was rubbing the outside
of his underwear.  Andy rolled toward me, I stopped talking.  He put his
mouth on top of mine and at the same time, he grabbed my junk.  He had it
all in one handful.  I guess you would call it a kiss but there was so much
tongue and things going on in my mouth.  I was so shocked at having my junk
grabbed that I tried to yell or breathe or suck in air.  The more I
reacting, the more Andy would play with me.

Andy was saying all kinds of stuff, about me, my brother, my lovely body,
my beautiful dick, and a bunch of sexy stuff.  A lot of it was how lucky he
was to have two beautiful and hot boys who were brothers.  I felt so out of
control but I wasn't going to stop it.

Andy stood up and he brushed his boner on my face, the silky underwear felt
really good.  He pulled my arms to get me up and he walked me into my
bedroom.  I stood at the foot and stayed still.  The blood was pumping so
loudly in my ears that I couldn't understand anything he was saying or my
brain wasn't processing it.  Andy got down on the floor in front of me and
I thought sure I was going to get sucked.  He put his hands on my knees and
started working his way up.  He rubbed in circles as he went from back to
front and all around.  He rubbed a single finger right along the edge of my
underwear.  When I thought he was going to pull them down, he reached up,
going up through the leg openings and making skin on skin contact with my
junk.  I said, or really squeaked "Mommy!"  I thought I was being funny and
couldn't think of anything else to say. It did make Andy laugh.

Holding on from the inside, Andy pulled my underwear completely off.  I
stood there with the biggest boner I think I have ever had.  Andy put his
hand under my balls and that made me lay back on the bed.  I heard him say
that he wanted me to compare what he was going to do with how good Marcus
was.  I was getting dizzy, none of my muscles were working completely.  I
was shaking and my dick was bouncing up and down all by itself.  Andy put
me on the bed, he moved my arms to the side, adjusted the pillow to make my
head comfortable, and moved my legs out a little.  It seemed like every
time he moved, he would brush an arm or leg, or his belly across my dick
and it was like getting shocked each time.

Andy started on my shoulders, he started kissing them and moving down to my
neck and then to the other shoulder and back.  He went right down the
center.  When he got to my belly button, he stuck his tongue in it and
swirled it around.  That made my legs and body rise up off the bed.  It
tickled a lot but it was also hot.  I thought I was going to shoot right
then.  And I was barely hanging on when his face moved down.  His chin
touched my dick and I grabbed the bed and braced like he was going to suck
me right then.  He didn't, I felt his face rub on my dick but he was biting
my pubes and sticking his nose it the crease of my legs.  I don't know if I
said it out loud or not but at least in my mind I kept begging him to start
sucking me.

Andy just stuck out his tongue and licked the very tip of my dick.  Just
once, quickly.  It still made me make a noise that sounded like the air
coming out of a balloon when you squeeze the end.  Andy left his tongue out
and quickly licked all the way to my nipples.  He made circles around them
then he started flicking his tongue fast on my left nipple.  I tried to
tell him.  I tried to yell.  I tried to just make an actually word.
Nothing was going to stop me from shooting.  I couldn't hold it at all and
I shot cum over and over.  Andy was telling me to shoot it and calling me
big boy.  I know he was talking but actually, I was so into cuming that I
didn't hear, or at least understand much at all.

I thought we were done.  I shot, so that is normally where I stop anything.
I was pissed at myself for not hanging on and disappointed that it wasn't
going anymore.  But I was so wrong.  Andy smiled so big and was talking
about how it must be a good thing.  He was putting his hand in all the cum
shots.  He would find another spot and say something about being amazed at
how much cum I made.  It normally freaks me out a little when cum in on me,
even my own.  Instead, I was enjoying it and getting over that I shot so
quickly.

We didn't stop at all, I didn't get soft at all.  Andy had moved all the
cum he could to my belly.  He had it in the valley on my belly from my ribs
to my belly button.  And he got on top of me and he pressed his body
against mine.  He moved up and down.  He looked a little like a snake.  The
cum and all my sweat made us very slick and he just slid over me.  His bare
chest felt great on top of me.  He still had on his underwear but I felt
his boner pressing into me.

Andy slid all the way down.  His face was right in my junk.  I felt his
tongue come out and start licking my balls.  He was picking up each ball
with his tongue.  I couldn't believe he would put his tongue everywhere
like that.  It didn't keep me from opening my legs even more.

Then he stopped.  He just stayed down there but wasn't touching me at all.
It made me open my eyes and look at him.  He was smiling and laughing a
little bit.  He told me that I was a gorgeous boy. Then he asked me if I
was ready.  I wasn't real sure what he meant ready for what, I thought I
was already right in the middle of things.  Then his tongue came out, it
started flicking up and down.  He watched my face as I watched his tongue
get closer and closer to my dick.  I was surprised to see a drop of clear
cum come out of my dick, it didn't shoot out, it was just there.  And that
is the first place that Andy's tongue went to.  And the electrical shock
knocked me back into the bed.

Andy's tongue kept flicking under the tip of my dick.  I was squirming and
making sounds.  The faster his tongue went, the more I was squirming.  I am
sure he could have made me shoot just by doing that.  I felt the head of my
dick get all warm and felt his soft lips wrap around it.  Finally, my dick
was in his mouth.  I thought about how kewl it was to be getting sucked by
a college guy.

Andy moved slowly down on my dick.  I could feel his tongue twisting and
twirling.  When all my dick was in his mouth, he pushed down even more.  I
could feel my dick head pressing into his throat.  And when he started
making humming sounds, I started saying every cuss word I knew.  It was
like a massager on the tip of my dick.  I couldn't keep my legs from coming
off the bed.

It seemed really quick when I was ready to shoot again.  It also seemed
like I was holding it a very long time.  I took a quick breathe and I lost
it, I started shooting.  Every shot went into Andy's mouth.  I have no idea
how many times I shot or if I made a lot of cum.  It was a great cum
though. I was very happy!

I didn't want to move.  I just wanted to stop and relax.  When Andy started
nibbling the tip of my dick, I started crawling up the head board of the
bed.  It was way too much for me.  I just couldn't take the intensity on my
sensitive dick.  I finally got Andy to get the message.

And then he did right, we both just laid next to each other and he held on
to me.  He was breathing on me and I could smell my cum on his breath.  I
thought that was actually kewl, weird but kewl.  I would have been happy to
just lay there and fall asleep.  Andy needed to get off though.

He stepped out of bed and pulled off his underwear.  I was staring at his
junk.  His pubes were shaved and trimmed.  He had a real tight triangle of
pubic hair right over his dick.  The rest was almost all the way shaved
off.  And it probably made his dick look bigger.  I don't think he was
bigger than six inches.  It was very shiny and looked wet.  There wasn't a
hair on his balls, well, any long ones.  He was hairy, except for his
balls.

Andy got back on the bed, and he sat on my legs.  He put his dick head up
against mine and rubbed a little.  I wasn't completely soft, my dick was
still standing up but bent over a little.  Andy started stroking his dick.
I could tell he was trying to get his dick to touch mine every time he
stroked.  He was going like he was going to jack off.  If he had put his
dick near my mouth, I would have sucked him.  He just kept jacking.  And I
was watching it very closely.  I saw his balls pull up tight beside his
dick and stop bouncing.  Then he moaned and the cum started flying.  He
didn't shoot far.  He made a lot and he shot it all on my belly.  I was
amazed that I could have cum on me and not freak.

Andy squeezed out the last drop and then laid down on top of me.  His heart
was so fast that it was keeping me awake.  It started slowing down and he
fell asleep on me.  I wished that I could have touched his junk but I just
rubbed my hands on his sides and his butt.

He did wake up a little while later.  He raised his head, smacked his lip,
my cum was strong on his breath, and he asked me if I was alright.  I just
nodded.  He said we really needed to clean up.  He lifted his body and I
could feel the cum peel off of me.  I looked down and my dick looked so red
and limp.  Andy helped pull me out of bed and we went to the bathroom.  He
started the shower, invited me to piss and then we both got into the
shower.  All I did was stand there and put a hand on the way so that I
wouldn't fall over.  Andy washed me all over.  He soaped up my armpits, he
washed my feet and legs.  He really really cleaned out my butthole.  He
didn't really stick his finger up there but just inside.  When he washed my
dick and balls, I could have cum again.  I don't know if he had special
soap but it felt so slick and bubbly.

I don't think I'm going to tell my brother.

Kyle
Feetbalz@live.com