OH, BROTHER.... By: Kris Stevens romyandmichelle@juno.com
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story is based upon characters from the television series "Dawson's Creek", created by Kevin Williamson. This story in no way reflects the feelings or attitudes of the cast and crew. They are not my characters, I am only having my way with them. ---This story is written as if the characters are 18 years of age. The actors that play these characters are of adult age ( 19 and 22 ). It contains male/male sex, and if you are not interested in that sort of thing, please do not read on. This story is a continuation of my first "Dawson's Creek" story, BOYS NIGHT IN, and will be much more pleasurable to read and make a whole lot more sense overall if you refer to that one before going on ( so if it doesn't make much sense, it may not be my fault ). What follows may be a bit corny, but nice to think about.
OH, BROTHER.... ( SEQUEL TO BOYS NIGHT IN )
Dawson tugged at the heavy duffel bag resting on his back. He had only been walking for a ten minutes, but the heavy weight of his camera and the rest of the equipment that he had brought along was making him sore already. The impatience of getting a driver's license became stronger and stronger with each step. Lifting his head, Dawson could see that Pacey's house was now only one more block away. His film class teacher has assigned each student to make a short scene of a film for class, and Dawson had decided that his film would be a classic horror story about a possessed house. True, it wasn't very original, but Dawson had known for a long time that his tastes ran more in the classics. Pacey had been kind enough to offer his home for the indoor scenes, since his own mom had forbidden Dawson to ever film inside their house, after a scene with fake blood ended up staining the half of the living room carpet.
Besides being forbidden to use his own house, Pacey's house had it's advantages. Pacey's parents both worked late into the evening , so they wouldn't have anyone in the way. Pacey's brother Doug might be home, but Dawson was sure that he wouldn't bother the two. If he was around, Dawson figured, all the better. Pacey's brother was one of the hottest guys that he had ever seen. Pacey was certainly sexy himself, but Doug was in a whole different league. Even though Dawson knew that his desire for the
police officer was corny, he could not resist the man in uniform. Dawson had spent more than one night jerking off to images of Doug in his head. Pacey had often told Dawson how he joked with his brother, saying that Doug was gay. "If only that were true", Dawson had often thought. Looking at his watch, Dawson saw that it was 3:45. Pacey had agreed to meet with him at 4:00, so he would be a little early.
As Dawson approached the steps of Pacey's porch, his mind suddenly flashed back to what had happened only a month ago. Both his parents had gone on a marriage retreat for the weekend, leaving him free reign of the entire house. Pacey had come over to watch a few videos that night, and they took the opportunity to open the liquor cabinet and sample some vodka. After the two of them had gotten slightly drunk, Pacey discovered Dawson's budding sexuality when their angry manager had switched their movie rentals with male porn, and found that Dawson was getting turned on by them. Instead of running away, Pacey had expressed his desire for Dawson, and they had both made love in one amazing night. Since then, they had shared more amazing evenings whenever they could.
Knocking on the door of Pacey's house, Dawson was surprised to have the door opened by Doug. "Oh..Dawson." he said, "Pacey told me that you'd be coming. He forgot to tell you about his basketball practice today. He should be home by five, and he said that you could just wait here until he gets back".
"Oh. Why didn't he tell me at school today? Or after school." sighed Dawson. "I dragged all this video equipment to his house, and he's not here."
"You know Pacey almost as well as I do Dawson", smirked Doug. "Pacey is not known for his reliability."
"You can say that again." frowned Dawson.
"Well, come in and make yourself at home until he comes back." Dawson sighed once more and entered the house. There wasn't any way that he was going to walk all the way back home, then back at Pacey's convenience.
"Is it alright if I set up my camera in here?", Dawson asked Doug as they both walked into the kitchen."I was planning to shoot a scene in the kitchen first."
"That's fine by me", Doug replied. In a few short moments, Dawson had set up the camera and all his equipment. Now there was nothing to do but wait for Pacey. He would watch some tv, and Pacey would be back before he knew it. Besides, being left alone in the house with Pacey's brother was not an inconvenience at all. As Dawson slumped down into the living room couch and turned on the television, his eyes shifted back into the kitchen where Doug was now preparing something to eat. Focused solely on the sandwich he was making, Doug gave Dawson the chance to stare. Doug was in his police uniform, having just gotten off work an hour ago. The pants of his uniform were form fitting, outlining his tight ass. Further up, the short sleeves of the shirt gave Dawson a glimpse of his strong tan arms, and big hands. The fabric that ran across his chest showed the faint outlines of the pecs that adorned his broad chest, the collar of his shirt exposing a few brown chest hairs. Dawson's eyes then scanned up to his face, his strong jaw, fresh cut hair, and intense eyes. For a moment, Dawson's mind became lost, but quickly returned when Doug turned his head and noticed Dawson staring at him. Dawson shifted his eyes back to the television in embarrassment, hoping that had not noticed his long oogling
For the next few minutes, Dawson tried to keep his eyes focused on the television screen as Doug finished his sandwich and went upstairs. A short time later, Dawson heard Doug climbing down the stairs, and turned his head. Doug appeared in jogging short and a bare chest. Dawson's tool jumped to life at the sight, the broad tan muscular chest and pecs lined with course brown chest hairs that trailed down to his stomach, which showed faint lines that traced it's abs. The trail of hair went down further, cut off by the jogging shorts, but Dawson knew where it lead. The jogging shorts were short and tight, showing off his strong legs lined with more course curly hairs. Once again, Dawson found himself unable to control his eyes, which forced him to look at the body of a greek god before him. "I'm just going for a quick jog", he smiled and stepped outside, leaving Dawson's mind racing.
Five short minutes later Doug returned, his chest now glistening with sweat, the musky smell of a man reaching Dawson's nose. Dawson once again looked at this watch, which now read 4:09. He was still in for a wait, and was enjoying every minute of it. Catching his breath, Doug once again stepped into the kitchen, reached into the cupboard, and drew out two glasses. Tilting back into Dawson's view, called out of the kitchen and asked "Do you want anything to drink Dawson?"
"Uh....sure", Dawson replied.
"We have water, milk, and grape juice." Doug offered.
"Grape juice is fine," Dawson smiled, surprised by the small gesture of hospitality. Doug rarely ever acknowledged Pacey's friends, which Dawson credited to the fact that was 8 years older than Pacey. Even though Dawson had been over to Pacey's house hundreds of times over the years, he and Doug had talked to very little. While it was nothing more than a glass of grape juice, Dawson could not help but feel very adult in the attention. Walking into the kitchen, Dawson watched as Doug poured a two large glasses of juice. "Here you go," he said , as he stretched out his hand to give Dawson the glass of juice. In a sudden movement, Doug's hand twitched to the left, pouring the juice all over Dawson. Dawson let out a small scream as the juice covered all of his clothes, drenching him in wave of purple. "Oh my God....Dawson! I'm so sorry! I'm so clumsy." he apologized.
"Oh...that's alright. It's not your fault. But, my clothes are going to be ruined." Dawson sighed.
"Well, if we put them in the washer right now, and I'll bet we can save them. You'd better take them off right now. I'll get you some clothes to wear while they're being cleaned." Doug said, then gestured for Dawson to disrobe in the kitchen. Dawson stood awkwardly, embarrassed and hesitant. This was certainly not what he had expected to do this afternoon. "No time for being shy Dawson." Doug smiled. "I'll take them off for you if you want me to."
"No...that's alright!", Dawson quipped, somewhat shocked by the strange comment, and embarrassed as well. Slowly, Dawson drew off his soaked shirt and tossed it onto the counter, revealing his lightly tanned chest and lean stomach, his nipples circled with a few small hairs. Kicking off his shoes, Dawson then shyly took off his shorts and placed them on the counter, leaving him in his socks and boxers. Dawson could only imagine what Pacey would think if he came home early from practice. Gathering up the clothes, Doug walked swiftly into the laundry room and put Dawson's purple clothes into the washer. Dawson continued to stand in the kitchen, unaware of what to do. Turning on the washer, Doug returned into the kitchen and leaned back on the counter to face Dawson. "I'll get you some clothes in just a second Dawson", he said. "So how does your camera work Dawson?" Doug asked as he walked over to the camcorder resting on the counter. "If I press this red button, does it mean it's recording?"
"Yes..." Dawson said meekly as his body squirmed. Dawson did not like other people touching his camera. "Why are you asking me?"
"No reason, " said Doug as he flashed another one of his numerous smiles. "Let's just make sure that your camera works Dawson." With that, Doug turned the camera on, and adjusted it so that it pointed the two of them.
"OK..." Dawson replied confused. Doug was certainly acting a little weird Dawson thought, and perhaps it would be best to just go along with him.
"That jog made me so hot Dawson." Doug said. Reaching for his glass of grape juice, Doug lifted it to his mouth and gulped down every drop, leaving only the ice cubes behind. He then took an ice cube into his left hand, and began to run the ice cube over his chest, circling his muscles and nipples, groaning and looking at Dawson with an intense gaze."Oh....that feels good Dawson. That feels real good." Dawson stood staring in shock, unable to understand what was taking place. The erotic combination of what he was seeing : the beautiful body so close to him, the ice cube running up and down the built chest, the groaning, the come hither look, it was all too much for him. Unable to control his body, Dawson's cock began to spring to life, pushing up and making itself very noticeable in his boxers. Feeling what was stirring, Dawson began to blush and turned around quickly, hoping that Doug hadn't notice.
"Dawson...." Doug said gruffly as he placed his strong hand on Dawson's bare shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing.", he replied, beginning to shake, his body excited, and his mind ashamed. Something very strange was going on, and Dawson hoped it was what his mind told him was going on. Placing both hands on Dawson's shoulders, Doug quickly turned Dawson around, forcing Dawson to directly face him, their bodies only inches from each other. His eyes glanced down to Dawson's boxers, which displayed his erect manhood. Dawson could feel Doug's hot breath spread across his naked skin.
"Oh, I think I see your problem Dawson", he said, flashing a devlish grin. Dawson's breathing became fast, and his body shook. His mind told him to say something, but the words would not come. "I think you have a hard-on Dawson, " Doug said, and reached down with his left hand, and firmly grabbed the cock through the fabric of his boxers, and began to rub it wildly with his fingers. Dawson gasped at the touch, which sent a shock of wonderful sensations through his body. The feeling was so wonderful, which made it almost impossible for Dawson to pull away.
"What are you doing?" asked Dawson, as he backed away a few feet.
"Dawson...." Doug smiled. "I know that you're gay. I'm gay too. Pacey is right. I know all about you and Pacey, and I know that you want me too.."
"How do you know?" Dawson's voice cracked.
Doug reached into the back pocket of his jogging shorts and withdrew a mini spiral notebook which read "Journal" on the worn red cover in Pacey's handwriting. "This is Pacey's journal Dawson. I know where everything is in his room, where he hides his money, his dirty magazines, and this. He writes down all his private thoughts in it: how much he wanted you, what you and he did at your house that weekend, how he's noticed the way that you look at me, as if I haven't noticed the way that you look at me."
"Oh my God", Dawson whispered as his head dropped. It was almost too much for him. The older, sexier man that he had always wanted was seducing him. "What do you want?"
"Let's not be silly Dawson. I think you know what I want from you Dawson." said as he placed his hand softly on Dawson's shoulder. " I've been looking at you ever since you've hit puberty, and I've watched you develop. As the years passed, I've seen you grow from an awkward little shrimp to a beautiful sexy young man that's made my cock stir whenever I'm around you. When I read in Pacey's journal what had happened between you two, I was jealous. I decided that I was going to get you the moment you walked in the door. Brothers have to learn to share what they have Dawson, and I want you."
Dawson lifted his head to say something, but once again found that his mouth could not form the words."Besides, " Doug grinned. "It's not like I'm going to give you a choice, unless you want copies of this journal posted all over your school."
"No..." Dawson said. He didn't want that at all. He knew what he wanted. He would give into his body's urges. For a moment, there was silence, as the two stared into each other's eyes. Slowly, Doug pushed forward for a kiss, his soft lips touching against the lips of the hot young man he had wanted for so long. Dawson eagerly invited the wild tongue in, the two locked in a deep thrashing of passion. Moving his hand from Dawson's shoulder, he reached for the back of Dawson's neck, and began to run his hand through the thick hair. His other free hand reached for Dawson's back, and began to slowly descend down the smooth skin, slightly moist from forming sweat. The hand reached down further until it rested upon Dawson's lean firm ass. Dawson followed the example and sent both his hands around Doug's waist. Their two bodies began to press together, hot skin against hot skin, their hard cocks rubbing against each other through their fabric prisons, sending wild feelings through their bodies.
Breaking away from the kiss, Doug bent down onto his knees and reached for the fabric of Dawson's boxers. Taking both if his hands, he pulled on the elastic waistline of the thin boxers and slowly pulled them down. Dawson's cock sprang forward from it's nest of thick blond hairs at it's erect 7 inches, throbbing and demanding to be touched."My God Dawson, " Doug said. "Pacey wrote about your cock, but I didn't know that it was this beautiful." Taking it in his hands, he led the tool into his mouth and began to suck eagerly on the head. A groan escaped Dawson's mouth, his hands instinctively reaching for the back of Doug's head. Slowly he began to take in more and more of the tool, sucking away wildly. Dawson began to tighten his ass and slowly buck forward, forming a rythym with the pleasing mouth. Sweat poured down Dawson's chest as he moaned and groaned, his nipples beginning to erect, and his skin began to flush. Soon, Dawson was no longer able to hold it back, and let out a loud grunt as the orgasm began to rip through his body. Doug pulled away as load after load of cum escaped Dawson, spraying all over Doug's chest as the wild spasms of pleasure shook his entire body. After the orgasm was over, Dawson knew that it was his turn.
Placing his hands on Doug's shoulders, Dawson guided him to a lying position on his back. Climbing on top of him, Dawson then reached in for another wild kiss. This time, the kiss began to spread away from the lips, Dawson reaching his kisses down Doug's neck and onto his chest. Dawson then began to lick his own cum off chest, sending his tongue up and down the firm chest and through the thick chest hairs on the strong pecs, matting down the hairs with his tongue. Dawson then took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck, which clearly pleased Doug, who had softly began to moan and stroke Dawson's side with his hand. Reaching down for Doug's jogging shorts, Doug arched his back and helped him remove the shorts and discard them on the floor, allowing Doug's 6 inch dick raised from it's nest of dark brown hairs. By now Dawson's cock was hard again, and the two tools pressed together creating amazing sensations. For a few minutes, the two spent time exploring each other's bodies with their eager hands, and tasting each other with their mouths.
"I want you to fuck me up the ass", Dawson said, pulling away from a deep kiss. "But not here...let's go to your room",
Doug ginned eagerly and leapt to his feet, and swiftly scooped up Dawson in his built arms, and began to carry his new lover up the stairs. When they reached his room ,Doug placed him on his bed and planted another soft kiss on Dawson's lips. Dawson then turned onto his stomach as Doug reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a small jar of vaseline. Placing some on his finger, he inserted it into Dawson's asshole and began to move it around in preparation. Dawson squirmed as Doug entered another finger and deepened his probing in reaction to the always odd but pleasurable feeling. After a minute or two, Doug knew that Dawson was ready. Placing his hand on Dawson's hip, Doug entered him which caused Dawson let out a small grunt. Slowly Doug was able in enter Dawson more and more, his pleasure increasing with the increasing depth. His body forced him to moan in reaction to the amazing feelings the tight ass was giving him. Dawson moaned along with Doug, lifting and lowering his ass, creating a rythym with Doug. He was amazing, thought Dawson, giving him feelings that Pacey never had before.
Doug's breathing began to quicken as his thrusting became faster and more eager. Soon, his body would no longer let him hold back, and a massive orgasm erupted through his body, sending him to another place with it's waves of hot pleasure. As the orgasm died, Doug lied down on the bed with Dawson as the two caught their breaths and tried to take in all that had happened. Doug turned his head and looked at the clock, which now read 5:03. "Oh shit Dawson!" he said as the two rose from the bed."Pacey's going to be here any minute!". As they both began to run for the stairs, they heard the front door slam, which made them stop in their tracks in the upstairs hall. Pacey was home, and all Dawson's clothes were in the washer. They were both naked.
"Is anyone home?" Pacey called up the stairs. Doug and Dawson both looked at each other in panic, unaware of what to do. "Is anyone home?" Pacey again yelled, this time the voice heading in the direction of the kitchen. "Hey..." Pacey yelled. "Why is the camera on? What's it recording?". Dawson felt his knees buckle.
THE END Comments? Please! Kris Stevens romyandmichelle@juno.com