This story has been a long time in the making. Part1 consists of 19 chapters, not all of which contain any sexual material. It's main characters are teenage boys. The author has not been a teenage boy for a long time and apologises if the dialogue is not always convincing.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author who can be contacted at pjalexander1753@gmail.com
D'n'M Part1
From Chapter 8:
"You're welcome little bro. Oh, and D," Dan paused by the bedroom door. "You'd better take the bottle of lube with you -- just for tonight though."
Dan nodded, grinned and crept out of Tom's room, naked but happy. His thoughts were a jumble of everything he'd learned and all the incredible things he'd seen and done tonight. Now that he knew so much more of what it was all about, he would certainly be paying more attention to what the other boys talked about so much of the time. But that was for another day, top of his priorities for now was to do `it' again. And again. And again.
What a lot he'd got to tell Milo.
Chapter 9
Dan's weekend passed in a blissful jerk-off blur. After leaving Tom's room on Friday evening he orgasmed twice before settling down to go to sleep. If Beth Harper had had even the tiniest hint of what Dan's imagination was doing to her as he practised what Tom had taught him, she would have organised a hit-man to take him out.
Sleep, however, eluded him as the amazing masturbatory events of the evening went round and around in his head. How cool was his big brother? How long would it be before he, D, could cum so impressively? Would he ever have the guts to push a finger up inside himself? Would the `Tom Reed Wet Dream Prevention Strategy' really work?
That last question, he decided, would best be answered in the positive if he gave the strategy every possible chance of working. He pushed down his bed clothes to uncover his naked body and moved both hands to, what he now knew to call, his junk. What a great word that was. Junk. Cool!
With one hand gently stroking his hairless ball sack and the other taking a firm grip of his dick (another great word), it wasn't long before he was enjoying his fourth hard-on (and another) of the evening. He took a large squirt of the lube and smeared it over his bright red dick head. He hoped Tom wouldn't be cross with him for using so much of the lube -- he was certainly getting through it -- but at that moment he had more important things to worry about. Even though he had already cum three times in the past few hours, it didn't take long for Dan's new best friend to stretch out to four, pulsing inches. As a newbie, he had yet to begin a serious study into different jerk-off techniques, and being very much at the `' wham, bam, thankyou ma'am' stage, it took only two or three minutes of frenzied rubbing for his hips to start thrusting up from the bed and for waves of warm pleasure to overwhelm his body. Dan's fourth jerk-off of the night resulted in just a very small amount of cum (it was like learning a whole new language) dribbling from his pee slit down onto his slackening hand.
With a satisfied and sated half smile on his face, it took just a couple of swipes of a part-used tissue to clean up the mess. He wasn't yet ready to copy Tom and lick the cum from his fingers, but he was beginning to wonder what it might taste like. And yes, he would have to give some serious thought to what he might use as a long-term cum rag and where best to hide it from prying parental eyes. Best thought of all, though, was that he was now convinced that there couldn't possibly be another drop of the magic fluid in his balls, and that had to mean that he was safe from the horrors of another wet dream. His final thoughts as he drifted off to sleep were for his big brother, the `Tom Reed Wet Dream Prevention Strategy' and how much he was looking forward to telling Milo everything that he'd learnt tonight.
Dan became more or less invisible to his family that weekend, spending almost all his time in his bedroom, with pants down and dick lubed and ready for action. He lost count of the number of times he cummed, and it wasn't until late on Sunday, when his dick head felt in danger of exploding, and not in a good way, that he finally emerged to spend more than mealtimes with the rest of his family.
Dan's parents were initially rather puzzled by their younger son's uncharacteristic behaviour until they remembered that Milo was away for a long weekend with his parents visiting members of their extended family in the far north of the country. Of course, without his shadow to hang out with, it was only to be expected that Dan would spend his time moping in his bedroom, playing video games and waiting for Milo's return.
Tom, of course, knew different. After the events of Friday evening it was no surprise to him that Dan spent all his time that weekend upstairs behind a closed door, with the volume of his X-Box turned up loud. Of course, his brother's secret was safe with him. "Good for you, D," he thought. "Just don't wear it out!"
True to his word, once he got away from swim practice late on Saturday morning, he had bought a bottle of lube, which he had then managed to sneak into Dan's room, along with a couple of pairs of boxer briefs that he'd grown out of two or three years before. He was only in Dan's room for a few seconds but that was long enough to discover that Dan had taken his advice and found himself a cum rag -- an old white T-shirt. "Clever choice little bro," he thought to himself. "Mom won't be suspicious when this turns up in the laundry," and grinned when he realised just how soon it would have to do exactly that.
Dan was disappointed that he heard nothing from Milo all weekend, but not surprised. M had explained that his aunt and her family lived in a very remote area where the internet connection and phone signal were somewhere between poor and non-existent. On top of that, M had been strangely distant, almost unfriendly, for the past two or three weeks and this was beginning to worry Dan more than just a little. He and M were normally `joined at the hip' as his mother frequently remarked and Dan could only assume that he had done something, however inadvertent, to seriously piss him off. The sooner he found out just what it was and put it right, the better.
Dan couldn't wait to describe to his best friend, in colourful detail, the extra-ordinary events of his weekend. Everything, from the horror of his first wet dream, to his initiation into the wonders of jerking-off and Tom's amazing sex show. Not forgetting all the new words he had learnt, and how all this new knowledge would unlock the mysteries of school-yard conversations. Oh yes, he had a lot to say and could hardly wait for Milo's return home so he could begin to tell his life-changing story.
What Dan didn't know was that the events of Milo's weekend were soon to have deep and near-catastrophic consequences for their friendship.
I continue to be grateful to those readers who have written to tell me how much they appreciate the story of D'n'M, many of them writing to say that the events of the story mirror their own experiences. One of those correspondents, J H, wrote to tell me of a story series he posted on Nifty a few years ago. The series is titled farm-hand and can be found in the Nifty directory for August 4 2003. I recommend you take a look. Thanks J H.
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