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Brother's Birthday Present
"Remember to take out the trash!" my mother said as she leaned back in through the front door.
"I will," I said, not moving or averting my eyes from the TV. She started to leave again, but popped back in.
"Call us or Mrs. Roberts down the street if anything happens," she said. "And don't stay up to late!"
"I wont!" I said, looking at her exasperatedly. Satisfied, she finally closed the door. I sighed in relief. But, half a second later, "Don't forget to lock the door before you go to bed!"
I rolled my eyes and grunted. Without another word, my mother closed the door and, at last this time, it didn't open again. It was a few more minutes before I heard my parents' car pull out into the street and drive off.
I was finally home alone. Home alone for an entire weekend.
Paranoid they might return suddenly to nag me more, I stayed on the couch and waited for the episode of Myth Busters I was watching to finish. When the final explosion finally went off and the credits started rolling, I leapt up and clicked the TV off.
Might as well get the trash done first.
I scampered into the bathroom. I quickly grabbed the trash in there and checked the living room can as I passed through to the kitchen. I added the bathroom's bag to the large can in the kitchen. As quickly as I could, but still trying not to make a mess, I pulled it out and made for the front door. I slipped on some boots and a jacket, and headed out to the trash cans on the side of the garage.
It was snowing. Which, really, wasn't entirely unexpected for the second Friday in December. My birthday had been two weeks ago from yesterday. And, with my parents finally gone, I would get to open the mystery present my brother gave me on my birthday.
My 14th birthday had been a fairly boring affair, with it landing on a Thursday this year. Being a school night, I wasn't able to have any friends stay the night.
Instead, I just had a few friends over for pizza, cake, and video games. My mom got me a new pair of shoes. My dad a new bike helmet. From my friends I got a couple DVDs. My brother Lance gave me a new Wii game.
Despite the five year age difference between us, my brother and I were still very close. He always knew what to get me, and had always been there when I needed someone to talk to.
It was after everyone had gone home and we were alone for the moment that he came to talk to me.
"Hey, Marc," he said, kneeling down to talk to me while I sat putting the video game controllers away. His voice was low, and he sounded kinda nervous.
"What?" I asked, stopping to look at him.
"About what you told me at the end of the summer'85" he trailed off.
My back went rigid and my breath caught in my lungs. "'85what?" I whispered.
Seeing the look on my face, he quickly waved his hand in dismissal, "Whoa, nothing has changed about what I said then. I still love you, and it makes absolutely no difference to me at all. In fact, I got you a second present besides that new game because of it."
My eyes went wide. "What is it?"
"Ah!" he said, putting his finger up to my mouth to quiet me down. "I can't tell you, nor can you open it yet."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "I slid it way under your bed just now. It's unwrapped, in a shoebox. Still--DO NOT open it. Wait to open it when mom and dad are both out of the house for a good long while." I looked at him even more bewildered. "Like that ski trip they're planning to take for their anniversary in December," he said.
"Why do I have to wait--?"
"You'll see when you open it," he said. He stood up. "Seriously. Do. Not. Open. It."
"Alright, I wont!" I said, throwing my hands up.
The trashbag fell into the aluminum can with a satisfying thud. Shivering, I quickly sprinted back to the house and closed the door. I pulled off my coat and kicked off the boots. For good measure, I made sure to lock the door and the deadbolt.
Barely containing my excitement, I headed for my room. At the top of the stairs, I passed my brother's mostly empty room. His bed and desk were still in there, but almost everything else he owned was gone--his movie posters, computer, clothes. All gone with him to university. I glanced at the bed. It was where I'd sat last summer when I told him, stuttering out of nervousness, my deepest secret.
"L-lance, can I talk to you?" I asked, peeking into his room. He was busy throwing random things into boxes. He was going to be leaving the next morning to go off to his freshman year at school. It was now or never, basically.
"Sure, buddy," he said. He looked concerned because of how scared I looked. "Something happen?"
"N-no," I said, walking over and sitting on his bed. He got up from the floor and came and sat next to me.
"What is it?"
After a few seconds, I said, "P-promise not to tell mom or dad?"
He said, without hesitation, "Anything for you."
I swallowed. I knew how my parents would react if I told them. I was fairly certain I knew Lance's response would be very different. I trusted him, probably more than my parents.
"Marc?" he asked after I didn't say anything for a few seconds.
I took a deep breath. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "Lance, I'm--I'm gay," I whispered.
Lance was silent. I started to fear the worst in the silence that hung between us.
"Is that all?" he said after an impossibly long second. "Kiddo, I wouldn't care if you told me you were an alien. You're still my little brother, no matter what."
I couldn't help it, I grabbed him and hugged him. The tears couldn't be helped either.
"Gosh, is this why you've been so depressed all summer?" Lance asked.
I wiped my eyes and looked up at him. "You could tell?"
"I could tell there was something eating you," he said. "I'm glad it was something like this, and not anything worse. Unless there are kids at school who are picking on you for this'85?"
"No, nothing like that," I said. "You're the only one who knows."
"And you're sure?" Lance asked. "Sure you're gay, I mean." I nodded. "You know my friend Tom is gay, right?" My eyes went wide and I shook my head. "Yeah, he actually took a boy to prom this last year. It was kind of a big deal, I'm still glad mom and dad didn't hear anything about it."
Lance looked down at me. "Speaking of our parents, I swear I wont tell them," he said. "If anything happens and they find out and they threaten you, call me. I'll stand by your side no matter what."
I hugged him again. I sat in his room with him and cried for quite awhile, both from happiness and sadness that my only ally in the house was leaving.
As I entered my room, I pulled out my phone. I quickly scrawled a text to my brother: "Finally going to see what it is you got me."
I closed and locked my door just to be safe. As I turned towards my bed, my phone pinged. My brother had responded: "Grats, dude. Let me know if you have questions."
A second message came half a second later: "And sorry if it's not really your thing. I'll get you something else if you want."
I was perplexed by his responses, but still too excited to stop and think it through.
I looked under my bed. There were several boxes under there of random toys from my childhood. However, there was only one shoebox.
I had peeked under my bed several times before tonight and had seen it sitting there, waiting. The suspense to open it was excruciating, but if it really was something having to do with me being gay I seriously could not risk my parents seeing whatever it was.
I stretched under the bed and grabbed the box, pulling it out. It felt mostly empty. I turned and sat on my bed, with it in my lap. After a dramatic pause, I flipped up the lid.
I gasped.
It was a dildo.
My brother had gotten me a dildo for my birthday. Without even a seconds notice, I was rock hard.
It was still in its package. A long, light blue thing that I guessed was about six or seven inches long. It was roughly in the shape of a regular penis, though without the balls at the bottom. Instead, a flange that looked like a suction cup.
My phone pinged. "You like it?" he texted.
I responded: "Yes! Wow, thank you!"
I admired it a few more seconds before another text came. "Have fun and enjoy. Be safe, don't do anything stupid. And READ THE CARD."
I looked around quizzically, then spotted the envelope taped to one side of the package. I hadn't noticed it as my eyes were fixed on the large phallus.
I opened it and gasped. It was a second birthday card from him, this time emblazoned with a large, muscular, shirtless man instead of a silly cartoon joke. The words "Happy Birthday" were written along the bottom, covering up what would otherwise have been his fully naked crotch. Well, the words were probably only covering a speedo but the illusion of nudity was still there.
With effort, I tore my eyes off the picture and opened the card.
Marcy-Marc:
You should've seen the look on the cashier's face when I bought the card. It got even better when I told her it was for my brother and not as a joke.
Still, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wanted to get you something really special to show how little I care about you being gay. More than that, I wanted to celebrate it with you. The school has a pride weekend coming up next semester in May, I'll try and sneak you up here for it.
In the meantime, I thought I'd get you something more fun. If it's not your thing, I'll get you a toy for your front end instead. :)
Even if it's not your thing, I urge you to try it. Remember when I swore to mom and dad at Thanksgiving that my girlfriend and I haven't had sex? I lied. And, not to make you throw up, but I can say with confidence that a dildo in the right place is great. Yes, my girlfriend and I have used one similar on both of us. ;)
I'm sure that was more than horrifying and I'm sure you're anxious to try it. I also gave you a small bottle of lube. USE IT. Rub it all over the dildo and inside you. And, if it hurts, stop. I don't want you getting hurt while you're home alone. If anything happens, call me immediately.
Remember to clean it with soap and water BEFORE and after you use it. Let it dry before you hide it again. Grab one of the old towels from the rag box in the basement to wrap it in when you store it. Also put the towel under you so you don't make a mess with the lube on your bed! Finally, the packaging--keep it and I'll take it with me to throw away up here at school next time I'm home.
Lastly, have fun!
--L
I closed the letter and stuffed it back in the envelope. After looking again at the picture, of course.
My hands immediately went to the packaging. It popped open without scissors or much effort. Immediately, the smell of rubber filled my nostrils. I didn't care, and reached in to grab the squishy dick. I pulled it out. It was hard, yet somewhat pliable. I wanted to just rip my clothes off instantly and try it out, but I remembered my brother's words. I looked again at the box: a small, orange bottle of what looked like lotion was in a small baggy. The letters K-Y were on the label.
I opened the bag and popped the bottle open, smelling it. It smelled kinda odd. I gave the tube a squeeze, and a clear gel oozed out. I touched it, it was both sticky and slick. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it off. I put the bottle within easy reach on my nightstand.
My heart racing with excitement, I jumped up and bounded down the stairs. I rushed into the kitchen and threw open the door to the basement. I ran down and grabbed one of the clean, old towels we use as rags. It wouldn't be missed if I were to keep it.
As fast as I could, I ran back upstairs. I tossed the towel on my bed. Without hesitating, I ripped off my shirt. My shorts and boxers were not far behind.
My dick was still rock hard from the moment I opened the box earlier. It stuck straight out and bounced some as I freed it from my underwear.
I looked down at it--I was quite proud of it. From what I've read on the internet my five inches was quite large for a boy my age. I had a smattering of dark pubes above the base of my shaft. I grabbed the dildo and held it up next to my own toy. It outstripped me by an inch or two, and that fact suddenly intimidated me.
Was I really going to put this inside me?
Unconsciously, my cock twitched and my ass flexed. Judging by the drop of precum that leaked out at the same time, the answer to my question was a resounding yes.
I hopped onto my bed and laid down on my back It was then that I remembered one of the other things my brother said in his card. Groaning, I got up and walked to the bathroom, my cock leading the way.
I turned on the faucet on hot. I held my dildo up, admiring it in the brighter light of the bathroom. It was a cool, transparent blue. The head was small and pointed, and it slightly thicker as it went along. The entire shaft was covered in small veins.
I looked down at the wanter and a thought occurred to me--how exactly do you clean a dildo? I decided to just cover it in soap. I dipped the dildo under the water, then squirted a bunch of hand soap along its length. I then started just rubbing the soap all over.
It took me a second, but I suddenly realized just how natural this felt. I quickly jacked the fake dick off, rubbing the soap vigorously all over. I rinsed the soap off, and lightly used the hand towel to dry it off. I giggled with the thought of my parents using that to wipe their hands now!
I rushed back to my room, my cock leaking more precum in anticipation. I laid on my back and positioned my ass on the towel. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of K-Y.
Unsure exactly what to do, I squirted some of the lube directly onto the shaft of the dildo. I snapped the bottle shut and, just as with the soap, rubbed the lube all over like I was jerking it off.
I was surprised at how much of the lube got on my hands--they were absolutely covered!
I repositioned again, grabbing the dildo by the base with both hands. The moment of truth. I held the dildo clumsily below me, my ass lifted slightly off the towel.
Without warning, the lube covered dildo slipped out of my lube covered hands and plopped on the towel. I gasped, and then thanked my brother for his foresight. Gingerly, with a better grip this time, I held it up and started to move it towards my hole.
I pressed it up against my crack and started rubbing it around. I really had no idea what I was doing. Groaning in frustration, I started just stabbing the dildo around until I found what I was looking for. With a gasp, I felt the head at my backdoor.
I pushed and instantly I felt a rough pain shoot up my back. I grunted, pulling the dildo away. I reached down with my free, lube covered hand and rubbed my hole, feeling for the damage I felt I knew was there. A tingling sensation rocketed up my spine as my lubed up finger probed my hole. I couldn't feel any damage. I checked my finger for blood. None. I put it back down and kept rubbing around. Without even thinking about it, I slipped my index finger in. It went in with a pop.
I gasped, and another drop of precum leaked out and dribbled onto my stomach. I continued probing around, working my finger around. I realized quickly that it got easier and easier to move it around as I felt the lube getting smeared all over.
Anxious to try the dildo again, I pulled my finger out and lined the head up. Ever so slowly, I pushed at my hole with it. This time, without an ounce of pain, I felt it push into me. I gasped as my hole stretched ti accept it. More precum leaked out of the head of my twitching cock.
With the dildo started in me, my left hand was now free of its guiding task. It moved instantly to my hard member. I slowly jacked off a little, coaxing even more precum out and coating my shaft in slick lube.
With my right hand, I pushed the dildo in another inch. I let go of my cock and concentrated on pushing the dildo in smoothly. I pushed it in what felt like 10 inches, but a quick estimation of what was still outside me revealed it was only a couple of inches. I continued pressing it in.
As I progressed each inch, I involuntarily wriggled my ass, as if thirsting for more. It just felt so RIGHT. After a few more seconds of pushing, I could feel the dildo getting uncomfortably large at my entrance. I slowly started to pull it back out. I moaned as I felt the tiny veins on the dildo rub past my sphincter. I kept pulling, feeling the dildo get smaller and smaller as I pulled.
With a pop, it fell out of me. Groaning in annoyance, I picked it up and put it right back in. I pushed it in as far as I went before--faster this time. I moaned with pleasure as the dildo rubbed something deep inside me.
I instinctively started rocking my hips as I worked to pull the dildo in and out of me. Faster and faster I started pumping it. Louder and louder did I moan.
Between the waves of pleasure and moans, I arbitrarily thanked my brother for ensuring I waited till my parents were gone to open this most wonderful birthday gift. I was probably making a lot more noise than I thought I was.
I could feel sweat starting to bead on my forehead as I continued to ram the dildo faster and faster into me. After a bit, I just couldn't take it any longer--I wanted it faster. I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air, carefully making sure I kept the dildo in my ass.
My face buried in my pillow, I started pumping the dildo faster than ever before. I was too engrossed in the euphoric feelings I never knew were possible to notice, but my bed was making a loud, rhythmic creaking.
With each thrust of the dildo, I moaned involuntarily. It wasn't very long before I felt the familiar stirring in the base of my cock. Without hesitation I started hammering away as fast as I could. I groaned as I felt my cock spasm. Warm jizz fired out of my member harder than it ever had before. I felt it splatter on my leg below. I continued pumping the dildo in my ass as my orgasm continued to roll through me. I could feel my ass rapidly clenching around the dildo.
I shot again with a muffled moan. I felt it land somewhere between my knees on the towel. With another pump of the dildo came another massive shot. I ended up losing count at six shots. My pumping slowed to a stop as I my orgasm subsided. A few more drops of cum dribbled out as I lay there trying to catch my breath.
After several minutes, I'd recovered enough to sit up on my knees. I looked down and the massive puddle of cum that stretched from halfway up my leg to the huge pool on the towel. I had never shot that much in my life.
I realized I had also barely touched my cock the entire time. It was all the dildo.
It was then that the dildo finally started to feel slightly uncomfortable. I leaned forward again and slowly, gingerly began pulling it out of me. With a sigh and a twitch, I felt it pop out of me.
I sat down and looked at the dildo. The lube was smeared over all but the last inch of it. Curious, I turned and tried to walk towards my desk. My legs gave out as I tried to stand--I was still far too weak from my orgasm. I waited as my breathing slowly returned to normal before trying again to stand.
I walked like a penguin, not out of pain but just out of satisfied soreness in my ass, over to my desk. From the top drawer I retrieved my ruler. I measured the dildo--seven inches. Six of which were covered in slick lube.
I can take a six inch dick and I'm only 14, I thought to myself. I turned and continued my penguin walk to the bathroom. My dick, quickly going soft, dangled between my legs and slowly leaked the last few drops of cum.
I cleaned the dildo as vigorously as I did before I used it, and left it on the counter to dry. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked back to my bedroom. Exhausted, I threw the jizz soaked towel on the floor and collapsed onto my bed. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone.
I wrote a quick text: "Best. Present. Ever."
Exhausted, I dropped my phone on the nightstand, turned the light out, and rolled over. I was sound asleep before my brother's reply came a few seconds later:
"Happy birthday, bro."