This story is not true, it is not about me or anyone in particular. I wrote it like it was about me to add an elemant of realism, because the true stories are always the best ones. Hope you enjoy.
Proper Fun Part 1
It all started on the way home from school. I was 14, and Chris was 16, so he was at college while I was still stuck in secondry school. Chris was my best friend, we lived literally round the corner from each other, and were the only kids in our area who werent nerds.
Chris finished college at 3, so he got the bus down, and by the time it reached my school it was 3:20, so we were finishing for the day. Chris always waited for me after school, it seem to make sense that if he was passing where I would be in a matter of minutes, even seconds, he should wait. I didn't ask him to, or even imply it, he just did it one day, and has done ever since. It was december, I remember that well because it was really cold, and fairly dark, not pitch black, but the sun was low.
We walked home together, watching how all the other kids found fun in causing mayhem and we laughed, not with them but at them. It wasnt that we were above it all, we were the most immature teenagers you could find, but their pranks were so simple and boring. Things like tipping bins over, we did that when we were like 8, now we were at the stage of sneaking out in the early hours of the morning and placing people milk on the door handles so when the people opened the door the next morning the bottles would crash on the floor.
We thinking up things to do to occupy us while we waited for christmas.
"I've got some spare fireworks in my garage, we could blow shit bins up." Chris suggested (shit bins are the little red bins on public paths that your supposed to put dog shite in). Blowing the shit bin was our favourite past time.
"Nah, we did that last month, only we had the 2 shot air bomb that blew it to pieces, were never gonna get better than that." The fun with blowing shit bins up was that people had to come down and fix them, and the whole street smelled of shit for the next few days.
"Why don't you come over to my house, my bros plant has some dry leaves, just put some rezin in and it'll be perfect. My parents are away for a week so they wont find out." This idea delighted me. I was madly in love with Chris, and had stayed over at his house plenty of times before. The buzz of jerking off while he was asleep was incrediable.
"Alright, I'll come by about 4:30, you got any rez though?" Chris older brother had a weed plant, and his best mate dealed rezin (pot) so we got it cheap if he bought us it.
"Don't worry, my bro always has some in his sock drawer, its not the best place to go rummaging around in but its worth it." Chris laughed. He was really short for his age, looking at him you'd think he was 14, possiably 13, so I always took the piss telling people he was my 13 year old brother, he took it as a joke but sometimes I'd get a punch in the arm.
I got home, changed into my favourite shirt and had tea. It was just a plain checked shirt, but it was my favourite because of all the holes from smoking pot in it, either blunt burns where I'd fell asleep smoking or rockies where the burning sprinkles of pot fall out and land on you while their still burning, they hurt like hell on your hand.
I waited for 4:30 to come round, it was only 4:10. Just then, the phone rang. My mam picked up and started talking for a while. It got to 4:25 when she put the reciever down. She walked in and sat down opposite me.
"Your aunt May is ill, so me and your dad will have to go and see her. We'll only be a couple of days, so you can take tommorow off with it being the last day of school. Do you think you and Mark will be allowed to stay at Chris' until then?" Mark was my brother, he was 9 and I loved him more than I loved anything. Once Chris made a remark about him, I nearly broke his jaw and we stopped talking for a few days. He was average height for his age, thin (cute thin, not disguistingly thin), blonde ahir, blue eyes and the cutest face.
"Uh, yeah, Chris' parents are away so it shouldnt be a problem." This was perfect, school finished tommorow, we had the day off, then a whole 2 weeks off after that.
"We're going about 6 when your dad comes home and has his tea, is John in?" John is Chris older brother by the way, only the three of us and his best mate know about the plant, so my parents think hes responsible.
"I'll ask, it shouldnt be a problem." I said, as she walked away I started thanking God for this opportunity. I had never stayed with Chris for a whole week without being apart for a minute, this was going to be a whole lot of fun for us and mayhem for the neighbourhood.
I phoned Chris that minute, he asked John and we were given the green light, this was going to be a week I would never forget.
We got some things ready, spare clothes etc. It wasnt much of a worry for me because I would fit perfectly inot Chris' clothes like we had done when it rained really bad one year and I had to get changed at his house, I got a boner from the feel of his boxers rubbing against my groin.
Our parents left, as we set off for Chris'. I had a spare key just in case anything should ahppen and I'd need to go home and get something. Once at Chris' house, Mark ran upstairs to put his bag away somewhere, even though he didnt yet know where he was staying. There were two beds in Chris' room, a single and a double. They were both there when he moved in, but it used to be John's room for when he had friends staying over, then he moved into the bigger room and Chris moved into that room. I always slept in the single bed, except for a few times when I was about 10 and Chris was 12, we would both get in the double during winter.
"Alright, Mark you can go in the single, it looks like me and you are in the double.2 Chris said and slapped my ass jokingly. He always did that whenever anything slightly gay arose, even though he had had a girlfriend everyday since he was my age and a lot before that. Mark put his bag down next to the bed, and instantly ran over to the nintendo 64. All three of us had a game on Golden Eye, Chris won because he knew all the levels by heart. It was about 7:30 when we stopped playing. Mark complained that he was hungry, so we went to the kitchen and made some munchies. Then Chris pulled me to one side and whispered in my ear. "How are we supposed to get fucked when he's here? I was really looking forward to this."
"Listen, I was looking forward to, but if your complaining about him being here you can fuck right off, I know its your house but a problem with Mark is a problem with me." Chris was the harder one out of us both, but he didnt like it when I stood up to him.
"Calm down, man. I'm sorry, I didnt mean it like that, I just mean, we can't have as much fun as I wanted, unless you make him go to bed early." He smiled, and when he smiled not even Mark could be cuter, I was under his spell.
"Alright, he usually goes to bed around 9, so if we say 9:15, that'll give us enough time to get what we need and get badly fucked before your bro comes home." We watched TV until we sent Mark to bed.
As Mark made his way up the stairs, we followed close behind. We waited outside the room until we were sure he was alseep, the steady breathing dounds were enough for us. We srept back downstairs and into his front room, where we rolled joints and sparked them up.
It only took about half of them to get us lit, but we finished them anyway. We laughed our way into the kitchen to sort out our dry mouth. We smoked alot more until about 10:30, when we decided we were stoned enough to have some fun. We watched TV, all the shit shows that no one watched, but they were so unfunny they couldnt make us laugh in our state. As I watched, Chris snook up behind me and whispered something in my ear. I didnt understand a word of it. I turned round and looked at him.
"In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary, come again?" I said, and we starting laughing for about half an hour.
"I forgot what I said." We laughed more when Chris said that. "Oh yeh, I think we should go and have some propper fun." He grinned. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bedroom. He climbed into bed, and so did I, I wondered what he was thinking, and I hoped what I was thinking was a mutual thought. He got right up next to me, so more than half the bed was empty, and spooned against me with his arms around me.
"I think its about time we had some real fun." He said, and kissed the back of my neck. My dick jumped to its full 5 and a half inches. This was something I wanted but least expected. I turned and faced him, he probably expected me to head ubtt him, but instead I gave him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. When I pulled away, we started to strip off and soon we were both completely naked. His rock hard dick rubbed against my body while mine rubbed on his. My hand found its way onto it, it was about 6 or 6 and a hlaf inches, I didnt size it up because I was too excited. I jacked him off slowly, and he did the same to me. Then he slipped his dick out of my hand and disapeared. I though tI ws dreaming, I had no idea where he was, until I felt something warm and wet around my cock. I looked down to see his mouth working on me. He took me all in, and sucked like it was a straw. He felt my body tense up and pulled away so I didnt shoot yet. Then I did the same to him, but when he was getting close he pushed my head up.
I rolled me over and slipped his dick in my ass. It hurt at first, so he took it our and put his hand under the bed. He came up with some poppers and lube. He told me to smell the poppers (a drug that loosens the muscle in your ass to make anal easier) while he lubed himself and my hole up. He tried again, and this time it felt perfect. knowing his dick was inside me was too much for me to handle. He pumped in and out, slowly at first, but then faster. I jacked off while he did this. within a minute we both simultaneously shot our load, him inside me, and me on the bedsheets and my hand, and even some on my face. I turned my head to face him, and he licked my cum from my face. I relaxed, and so did he. I felt his cock deflate inside me. He pulled out, followed by a trail of his sperm. I took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked up all the excess that was hanging on.
We were in each others arms for about an hour, before Chris pulled another joint out from under his bed. God knows what he kept under there, quite frankly I didnt want to. We passed it between us, having two tokes and holding the last one in so it effected us more. We were, well, pretty fucked. We threw on our boxers to avoid questions, and went to sleep. I slept with my head on his chest while he had his arms tight around me.
Part 2 will come soon if I get some good feedback. Please don't just read it and close it, tell me what you think. Mail to: Sean@well-in.com
(Be sure to read my story 'New Home" at /nifty/gay/incest/new-home)