Dalton: A SoCal Story This story is based on a very vivid dream that I recently had.
Where to begin this story, a question I grappled with a thousand times, but since you?re here to get off and this isn?t a college level thesis, I?ll keep it short and sweet. My name is Jakub, but almost everybody I know calls me Rocket. How?d I get such a nickname? Well let?s just say I am one of those lucky human beings who possesses an uncanny gift to accelerate objects to near triple digit velocities with my right arm. I?m 17 years old and a high school senior, and I?ve been recruited to play Division 1 football and baseball. Baseball is okay but I?m really passionate about football. My favorite athlete is Tom Brady and I play the same position, QB for a nationally ranked HS team. I?m 6?1? tall, and a pretty solid 185 lbs., but my coaches say I need to gain some weight before I compete at the next level. I live with my Dad, who is an accountant type who?s worked for a few financial institutions that you?ve definitely heard of. He makes good money but not the kind of money that gets someone my age a really cool car. I also live with my little brother, technically my half-brother. I was around 6 when things went south between my Mom and Dad, and I ended up living with my Mom. Mom had met Dad when he was working for a Boston bank. She was a raw, fun-loving New England girl who fell for the suave guy in a suit who sweet talked her and promised her the world. Well Mom taught me pretty much all I know about sports, she?d be out in the yard playing catch with me, until I started throwing so hard I hurt her hand. Things were going really good until she got cancer; it was aggressive and took her quickly, I was 13. Suddenly I was uprooted from my New England home and had to go live with my Pops and his new Wife in California. They?d had and affair which is why he and my Mom had separated and had one child, my half brother Dalton. Dalton and I honestly looked nothing alike having different genes on the maternal side. While I was muscularly built and had dark brown hair and slightly olive skin, Daltons? fairer skinned and very tall mother had influenced his lean physique, green eyes and the fact that at 12, he was just a few inches shy of my height. Dalton?s Mother had grown tired of Dad?s womanizing and lies, and had left him. That left Dalton, Dad, and I when he was actually home, which wasn?t that often. Our house was mostly empty, besides my kid brother and I, and as he did am admirable job of taking care of himself, and I was constantly busy with sports and college prep, we barely interacted.
Chapter Two: Alcohol Tolerance
Part of being a star quarterback that has offers from multiple schools means invites to pretty epic parties. September 17, 2016 was one of those kinds of nights. Finding something to drink or some bud was definitely no problem. I avoided doing anything harder for two reasons, not wanting to blow a scholarship opportunity and equal parts fear and self-respect, it was all offered to me. I guess at this point it would be appropriate to point a character flaw of mine, that being I?m an extremely bad loser. At the party that night I caught eyes with this girl who was so beautiful, I just had to get her number. Well despite my best (okay probably not my best, I was pretty wasted) efforts, she seemingly had zero interest. The last I remembered, I stumbled outside and requested an Uber home.
Chapter 3: In the Morning
SoCal sun stubbornly making it?s way between the gaps of the curtains, silhouetted in the early dawn light, awakening with a throbbing headache, and a throbbing erection. I?m naked, having shed my clothes drunkenly stumbling in to my room when I?d arrived home. Spooned in front of me is the beautiful woman who so captivated my attention the night before. Her blonde, shoulder length hair tickling my face and falling perfectly over her sun kissed shoulders. She sighs contentedly and her perfect ass moves gently nestling my manhood even deeper between her smooth, feminine backside. I nuzzle my face in to the nape of her neck and she humps her perfect, pert butt against my juicy cock that is now beginning to leak. Suddenly she becomes less groggy, and turns to face the source of the growing presence at her backside. Except suddenly I realize she is not the girl from last night, exactly the moment Dalton yells ?What the fuck Jakub I didn?t think you were coming home!? At this fateful moment I remember that I was never planning on coming home the night before, and when Dalton asked if he could use my PSVR as I was on my way out the door getting ready to get fucked up, I barely gave it half a thought when I replied ?whatever?.
Dalton, the product of my Dad?s second marriage, is definitely a beneficiary of his Mother?s Scandinavian roots. He is tall, with green eyes, flowing blonde hair and the kind of facial features that would be equally at home on a male or female. He has high cheekbones, perfect skin and a really cute, slightly upturned nose. I?ve actually always been a little jealous of his looks, his wavy blonde locks a sharp contrast to my perfectly straight brown hair, his green eyes so much more interesting than my plain brown orbs. He?s around 5?7? tall, slender but nicely built at 130 lbs. His skin is sun-kissed from long hours surfing, while I was brought up on team sports, Dalton learned to surf at a very young age and is definitely ingrained in that culture. He thinks football and baseball are boring!
Dalton had spent the prior evening playing video games in Jakub?s room because he liked playing with his PSVR and 4K TV. Not expecting his older brother home, he stripped down to his plaid American Eagle boxers and fell asleep. When he awoke the next morning, he was shocked to see his older half-brother spooning him from behind. He and his brother while pretty much avoiding any major sibling fights weren?t that close, his half-brother Jakub was a football star who was exceptionally driven like their father, often drunk like him and pretty much barely acknowledged his existence. Dalton was a very good athlete in his own right, while he wasn?t a big fan of team sports, he?d surfed since he was barely able to walk and had serious aspirations of someday making it big surfing the pipelines in Hawai?i.
I was suddenly in shock; my previously rock hard cock shriveling in shame as I was mortified that I?d been grinding my hard dick in to my half-brother?s butt. As soon as the blood had rapidly retreated from my unit, I caught myself looking down seeing the line of Daltons tan lower back curving in to a perfect bubble butt with his plaid boxers just slightly slid down to reveal the stark contrast of his tan line against the shockingly pale white of his ass. I immediately started stiffening again. ?What the fuck I thought, I?m no homo, I love girls?. Dalton giggled as he felt my stiffening cock surging forward leaving a wet trail on his boxers. ?Dude, I didn?t know you were a queer?. ?Fuck you shithead? I answered, ?I?m not gay I always wake up fucking hard?. He playfully backed his cloth covered buttocks back in to my hard teen cock once again. ?Don?t lie, you would tap this ass?, he boldly stated, turning to face me and flipping his blonde hair, which had taken on a delightfully messy bed head overnight. Ugh he?s so fucking cute, I thought, at the same time wondering what the hell I was thinking. Shit I still felt drunk but why was I feeling attracted to Dalton, a kid who was five years younger and worst of all, another male! Dalton had no such reservations however, and laid his golden, sun-kissed face on my muscular, hairy chest. Oh shit, he has super cute freckles! I found myself thinking exactly that as I was trying to process what was happening. ?This is fucking awesome!? Dalton exclaimed. ?What do you mean?? I replied. ?Dude you?re so fucking hot and so many girls want you but you?re a homo and want your little bro?s butt? he retorted. ?Fuck you dude!? I replied, pulling away from him. ?You don?t even know what you?re saying, I thought you were someone else, that?s the only reason why I was hard dude?. ?Whatever Jake? he replied as he slid his boxers down mooning me with his alabaster cheeks, ?You?re the one that was all boned up, I was just minding my own business sleeping?. Well now I was kind of pissed. Who the fuck does this little shit think he is? I ripped the sheet that was covering our lower torsos away and I saw a sight I?ll never forget. Dalton?s rock hard boy cock was poking through the fly of his boxers! ?Dalton, I think you enjoyed it just as much as I did you little queer, so shut your fucking face?, I replied, emboldened by his mutual arousal. ?Yeah, but I surf, and nobody cares that I like dick? he replied ?You are a total jock and hang with a bunch of loser homophobes?. ?Wait, you?re gay?? I questioned. ?Fuck yeah? replied Dalton, ?I?ve known that I am for 3 years, I just didn?t know you were?. ?I?m not!? I angrily said, seething a little. ?Oh, so you don?t even want this at all?? he said, dropping his boxers and doing a pirouette at the head of the bed. My cock had betrayed me, and was still standing at full attention, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. I grabbed my sheet and covered it up. ?Get the fuck out Dalton, enough of this game!? I commanded him. ?As you wish, douchebag?, he replied, and took a few steps towards the spiral staircase leading up to my loft room. He suddenly pivoted and launched his slender frame at mine, and due to the fact I was sitting on the edge of my bed, and not expecting his attack, he managed to flatten me to my backside and perch atop my now prone body. ?Geez, I hope you?re better at avoiding tacklers than that? he remarked, causing me to blush and become kind of angry. In one motion I grabbed him by the wrists, and with my size and power advantage, it was easy to flip him on to his backside. Now I had his wrists pinned behind his head, and I was hovering over him, our bodies not quite touching. I found my eyes drifting downward, first to his slim, tan hairless chest, then to his flat stomach with nicely developing abs. Just below his innie belly button, his hard cock had popped out the top the waistband of his boxers and a clear droplet of boy dew had formed at the tip. My muscular body involuntarily shuddered at the pure sex my younger half brother was exuding. Suddenly the drunken, horny fog that my brain had been operating in momentarily cleared. I leapt off the bed, off of Dalton and told him ?this has gone far enough, it?s time for you to go?. Dalton looked at me with his pretty eyes pleadingly. I spoke as I was trying to give a pep talk to my team ?Listen it?s cool that you?re gay, bud, I don?t care, the thing is you?re young and horny, and even if you think this is what you want, its not. It?s definitely not what I want! I?m sorry that me waking up with morning wood confused you and made you think that something would happen that couldn?t, but I think we should just forget this ever happened and go back to how things were?. Dalton?s cheeks flushed red and tears began to well in his pretty green eyes. ?You?re a douche Jake, he angrily yelled before stomping down my metal spiral staircase, his every step echoing throughout the empty house.