“I hope you don’t hold it against me that I
live in your previous school rival’s district,” Thomas, or Tom as he insists we
call him says as we pass by Brentworth shopping center. I’ve never really cared
about high school rivalries, but there’s just something about Brentworth that
makes me want to bash my head in at the fact that I’ll have to go there now.
Maybe it’s because they like to act all snobby and crap, I don’t know. Oh yeah,
my name’s Senin, Senin Troy. The only reason we’re going to be attending Brentworth
is because our parents were killed in a major car wreck a few weeks ago. The
news said seven more people died as well. The combination of fog, slick roads,
and a rushed driver is the reason we have to leave our nice home in Sutter on
the east side of Jackson to live in the upper class west side of Brentworth.
“I don’t really care, but I know Sen’ll have
issues since he hates their soccer team,” that’s my frat twin Kalin. Yeah, I
know, it rhymes with Palin, big woo she was named long before that chick came
on the scene.
Tom looks at me in the rearview when we come
to a stoplight, “Do you think you’ll play there?”
I snort, “Not likely,” last season one of
their players, some dick named Kurt Everon caused me to miss the state
championship match because he felt the need to sweep me after I passed the
ball. I ended up with a second degree sprain and the coach told the doctor to
put a hard cast on my ankle so that I wouldn’t be able to fake being better so
I could play the following week. It’s not like I don’t get why he did it, he
didn’t want me to do more damage, but come on, it’s the state fuckin’
championship for cryin’ out loud. Do you have any idea how hard that was to sit on the bench and watch? Yeah, we won but still, it makes you feel like you didn’t
because you didn’t contribute. That fucker is the same year as me and Lin.
“Come on Sen, you can’t still be mad at that Everon kid,” Lin says turning ‘round to face
me. I look at my female reflection with evil eyes. Hell yeah I’m still mad at
him! She rolls her eyes and turns back around. She doesn’t get it.
“Well I heard from Jason that he was
reprimanded for that,” Tom says as we start moving again. Like that was gonna do any good. It was the
playoffs. The worst that happened was he got a red card and was suspended for
their next game, which is their season opener. Big fuckin’ woo.
I should probably explain more about what’s
goin’ on. Tom is a friend of our folks. He’s known them since college. We don’t
have any other family in the immediate area. Actually, our only other relative
is dad’s brother Karl and he tries as little as possible to have anything to do
with us. Just ‘cause he’s a millionaire he treated our dad, his brother, like
he was some kind of leaper. And his brats are just as bad. We unfortunately had
to deal with them as well, Julius and Stacie. I know those two fuck each other.
You should have seen how Stacie was all hugged up on her brother squishin’
those watermelons on him. Ewww. And that was at the gravesite. When we got back
to our “lowly cottage” as Karl calls it, those two disappeared upstairs. I went
up to get away from all the people for a bit and I swear I heard moaning coming
from the guest bedroom. Needless to say, I went right back down. They came down
later and Julius’s hair was messy and Stacie was pullin’ on her micro-mini. Who
the hell wears a micro-mini to a funeral?
As soon as the guests left Karl showed his
ass, ‘Don’t think that I’ll be keeping up the mortgage on this shitty place
while you two go off to that pathetic public
school,’ he says. His incest kids smirk at us and I was about to lay into him
but Tom stopped me. He did it himself. Despite all of the crap that had taken
place, that was the one time I had to laugh. Kalin did too, which was good
because I hate seein’ her cry. She was cryin’ today when we packed up the last
of our stuff to come live with Tom and his stepsons. Since we just turned
sixteen we needed a guardian or by our state’s law we would have had to go into
the system. Tom said he would take care of us so we wouldn’t get lost in the
system like our asshole uncle intended. I had no problem living in our home.
Our neighbors helped us with all the stuff in dealing with the funeral and
they’ve always looked out for us. Our next door neighbors, the Michaels,
offered to be our guardians so we could stay in our home but the social worker
wouldn’t allow it, bitch. Since Tom knew her superiors, he was able to bypass
all of the red tape and was named our legal guardian so we wouldn’t have to
stay in some home until it was finished. It’s not that Tom’s a bad guy or
anything, to the contrary, he’s great, I just…wanted to live in the place I’ve
been since we came home from the hospital.
I sigh and look out the window at the passing
scenery on our way to our new home, for now at least. As soon as we turn
eighteen we can go back. The insurance policies our parents had will take care
of the taxes and what not for like the next fifteen years so that gives me and
Lin plenty of time to get through college without worrying about losing our
home. I really do miss them. Sorry, but I can’t really do the emotional stuff,
Kalin’s better at that. I’m the one that watches out for us.
We turn down yet another tree lined street,
Kalin and Tom talk about the houses and I barely pay attention. I don’t give a
crap about these snooty people. Well, I can’t say they’re all like that. There
is Tom after all and a couple others. One is their, our, neighbor across the
street. His name’s Mick. Curly blonde hair and legs for days, damn that man is
fine with a capital ‘F’. And he likes to sunbathe in the nude as I found out
two years ago. We were staying with Tom for a week while our folks were out of
town and I went over to hang out and play with his dogs. I went in through the
gate that leads into the back yard and when I came around the corner there he
was, all oiled up and glistening under the sun. I couldn’t tell ya where the
dogs were, hell they could have been on the roof shootin’ off bottle rockets
and I wouldn’t have known. I was standing there lookin’ over that incredibly
yummy body of their owner. He’s got this kinda medium build, you know, not to
bulky, not to lean; something to run your hands over if you know what I mean.
He was layin’ on his stomach with his tight, hell-yeah-I’m-here-for-your-hands-to-play-with
ass for me to feast my eyes on. Talk about gettin’ wood… But here’s where
things get better. I was about to get his attention when he turned over… I
never thought I could be that hard that quick. I know I’m a teenager but…anyway,
I almost lost it when he put more oil on himself…even down there… For some unknown reason he looked in my direction and I know
my face had to be as red as a tomato when we locked eyes. He smiled and sat up,
not caring at all that he was naked as a jay bird in front of a minor. Then he
said, ‘Like what you see?’ Oh hell
yeah! I don’t know how I managed to move, but the next thing I know I was naked
right beside him on the blanket and he was jackin’ me off.
No, I’m not some innocent young thing, but I’m
not a slut either. And besides, Mick’s nice to me. He always makes sure I’m
comfortable with anything we’re doin’.
Of course I don’t go tellin’ anyone we fuck around. It’s not any of
their business for one, and then there’s those law thingies that would lock him
up for life if anyone found out as well. I think there’s some ‘phobes in this
neighborhood as well but fuck ‘em.
We slow down as we come up on Tom’s house.
It’s a nice brick three story and has huge oak trees in the front and back
yards. I look over across the street and see Mick’s dark green BMW in the
driveway. We come to a stop beside a white corvette. That belongs to his
stepson Chase. Chase is a senior this year and an ok guy, which is more that I
can say for his younger brother Jason. He’s the same year as that dick and us.
Just fuckin’ lovely. He plays on that evil team as well. In fact, that dick was
about six feet away when that bastard took me out. I heard that fucker laughin’
as Kurt got up. Yeah, I don’t like him either. We get out of the SUV and out of
nowhere Mrs. Blakes, the neighbor to the right, pops up. She goes up to Lin and
gives her a hug and does that whole condolences spiel then comes over and hugs
me. Seriously, if she didn’t look like some side show freak from all the “procedures”
she’s had done and drenched in Chanel number five she might have been an ok
lookin’ broad; if I were into females. She just…tries too hard…seriously. She’s
a cougar to make things worse. Yep, a surgically made up cougar that keeps
hitting on a gay kid. I wanna feel for her….not!
Once the cougar lets me go I walk to the back
of the SUV and help Tom take out our luggage. Hauling a suitcase, my soccer
bag, and Kalin’s makeup case (only because it almost knocked me out) I follow
Tom inside as the chicks gossip about….fuck who cares. We go up to the second
floor and Tom opens the first door on the left and drops off Kalin’s suitcases
while I make my way to the next door. It used to be his son Marcus’s room, but
since he’s overseas studying I’ll be using it. I’ve only seen Marcus like twice
in my life. He's a brain and loves knowledge like women loves shoes. He's only
three years older than us but when he was our age he was working on his third degree. Anyway, just as I nudge
the door open with my foot Jason appears from his room. To put it simply, the
guy’s fuckin’ hot. If he didn’t act like the world’s biggest prick I’d
entertain the idea in a later life. He sneers in my direction and I roll my
eyes at him. No love-loss with that ass.
I sit my things down by the desk inside my new
room and am about to head back out to drop off Kalin’s case when the prick
steps into the doorway blocking my path. He has maybe an inch on me and about
fifteen more pounds of muscle but I’m not afraid to mix it up with him.
“Can you please move?” see, I can be cordial.
“Don’t even think about tryin’ out for the
team you queen,” he answers, “We won’t let you fuck up our system.”
I roll my eyes again, “Like your system does any good. You guys can’t
even make it to state.”
“We would have last year if it weren’t for a
certain drama queen actin’ like he was hurt.”
“That fucker damn near broke my ankle you
jackass or is your sight that fuckin’ bad you can’t see six feet in front of
your face,” fuck it, there’s no point in being nice to him.
“Hey now, none of that you two,” Tom says
coming up behind Jason, “It was an accident.”
“Yeah, right,” I grumble and hold out Kalin’s
makeup case. Tom takes it and continues to stare at us.
“I don’t want to hear any more talk of it, got
that?”
“Yeah,” Jason says and heads back to his room.
Tom then looks at me. Ok, here’s the thing about Tom…he’s…fuck he’s hotter than
Jason by like a million times and if he weren’t married to that…well I’ll tell
you about her later, I’d be all over him. He’s got this not quite blonde, not
quite sandy brown hair that he keeps neat and trim and his eyes are the neatest
shade of brown I’ve ever seen. They’re light, almost like pale, they are so
awesome. He’s taller than Jason and me and he’s got a little size to him. He
works out since he works from home so he doesn’t have “couch potato” body a he
calls it. Too bad he wears nicely fit clothing, you don’t really get to
appreciate all that lies beneath. There’s been only a hand full of times that
I’ve seen him in shorts and holy shit he’s got some legs and a nice tight
soccer ass too! He does have this likin’ for larger shirts though when he’s
around the house so I’m stuck with imagining what that chest looks like. Hmm,
maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of him now that we’ll be stayin’ here for a while. Oh
yeah, he’s still lookin’ at me.
“Whatever,” I say and walk back into my new
room. I go about unpacking my clothes and notice that he’s still standing
there. I sigh and turn my attention back to him. He steps inside and closes the
door. He comes over to the bed and sits and pats the space beside it like he
did when we were little and needed a talkin’ to. I go and amuse him by sitting
down.
“Senin I really do want the two of you to get
along,” he starts, “I know you and your sister didn’t ask to be put in any of
this but at least try and be friends with him. He's not that much of the ass
you think he is.”
“Yeah, you keep believin’ that Tom. You
weren’t there.”
“Senin-,”
“That fucker was laughing at me while I was rollin’ around on the ground in pain and
thinkin’ that my ankle was broken. He fuckin’ knew Kurt was gonna pull that shit.”
“Be that as it may, it’s over and done with
now Senin. That boy was disciplined for it.”
“Yeah, thrown out of a game in the playoffs
and not allowed to play in their season opener,”
I say to him, “Yeah, that’s some
punishment.”
Tom sighs, yeah I’m touchy on this subject, so
sue me, “Can you at least try for me?”
I look into those gorgeous eyes, why does he
have to be a hottie? “I’ll try, but I’m not makin’ any promises.”
His arm comes around my shoulders, damn he
smells good today, “Thanks Senin,” he gets up from the bed and makes his way to
the door, “Rebecca will be home around seven se we’ll have dinner around that
time. Is that ok?”
I shrug, “It’s your house.”
“Sen, you know you and Kalin have always been
welcomed here so please think of this as your place too.”
“Ok,” I say to appease the man. He is right,
me and Lin do treat this house like our second home, even after Tom remarried
that wicked bitch and brought that asshole here to live. I feel for Chase, I
really do, “Uh hey, I’m gonna pop over to Mick’s for a bit before dinner. Is
that cool?”
“Sure,” he replies and opens the door. Right
now I need to be someplace other than here. I’m not in the mood to try and
break bread with that jackass right now.
As soon as the last article of clothing is
hanging in the closet I’m out the door and across the street. I really need to
be around nicer people right now. I also need to start getting back to normal,
too. Yes I’m talkin’ about gettin’ some. I need my focus to be elsewhere for a
bit. Too much crap has gone on in the last few weeks, I need a break…and a lay.
I walk to the side entrance and let myself in and get greeted by Bean, Mick’s
choco lab. I have no clue why Mick named him Bean and I probably don’t want to
know either. I rub Bean behind the ears and I follow him around the corner into
the back yard. Phire comes barking up to greet me. He’s also a lab but with a
snow white coat and sapphire colored eyes hence the name Phire and spelled with
a ‘ph’ instead of an ‘f’.
“Hello Senin,” Mick says looking up from his
herb box on the rail of the back porch. He tried to plant them in the ground
but the dogs kept takin’ a wiz on them or diggin’ ‘em up so on the porch they
went. I bounce up the stairs and receive my customary hug and peck on the cheek
from my casual lover.
“Hey Mick, how are the herbs?”
“They’ve turned out really great this year.
That fertilizer you told me about really did the trick.”
“Cool,” yeah, I’ve got kinda a green thumb. I
got it from our dad. He’s great at making things grow. Mick keeps his arm
around me and I lean in to him. Man he feels good. I slip my arms around him
and rest my head on his shoulder.
“How are you two holdin’ up?” he whispers.
“I’m ok…”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you two.”
“That’s ok. Trust me, you wouldn’t have wanted
to be there.”
“Your uncle was that bad?”
“He didn’t care if we went into the system or
not. I’ll have to cleanse the guest room of his incest kids….eww. Yeah, you’re
the one better off for not having to be there…”
“Are they even related, those two?”
I nod, “Yep.”
“That’s just….ewww.”
“I know right,” I pick my head up and look at
him, “So why don’t you help me get rid of that dreadful image from my mind,” he
smiles and his hands soon find my ass. Yeah, I need some lovin’.
He lets go of me and we go inside. We make it
to the fridge and then I’m up beside it and Mick’s on his knees. My jeans don’t
even make it to my knees before he swallows me. Fuck does he ever have a great
mouth. I reach up and grab the corners of the fridge and thrust my hips at him.
I lean my head back and close my eyes. I know how looks in that position. When
I’m fuckin’ his face he tilts his head to the left and when he’s bobbin’ on me
it goes to the right. His bangs are bouncin’ off his forehead until they stick.
He gives that deep moan after a few minutes….mmmm……fuck, just like that. He
must have really missed me. I feel his hands trail down my legs and then my
shoes are untied and those hands come back up to pull my jeans and boxers down.
Hell I can’t go without boxers, I’d
be hard all damn day. Anyway, I slip out of my shoes and the lower half of my
clothes, Mick’s mouth not leavin’ my cock the whole time. Damn he’s good. Why
isn’t he my boyfriend? Oh yeah, he’s like forty or close to it. He looks damn
good for his age and he sucks like….ooohhhh…..fuuuuuuuck….. I spread my legs
wider and that’s when he takes me out of that den of pure sin called his mouth.
He takes my cock in his right hand and ducks down to start suckin’ on my balls.
At first I was like, ‘guys like that?’, and then he showed me why. He goes back and forth licking and
sucking then he takes both in his mouth and…….oh….god….now that’s somethin’ to make your toes curl. There were times I
couldn’t listen to some of my favorite songs because he’d hum them with my
balls in his mouth and as soon as I heard it on the radio I had to make a
bee-line for the can. Yeah, that got me some weird looks from Lin…and my folks.
Back to the matter…in his mouth. Seriously, I’m glad that he’s shown me all
these techniques, ‘cause I would have never guessed. As you can see, this is
not something I’d care to talk about with guys my own age without them thinking
that I’m gay. No I haven’t come out of the closet. I’ll probably do it when I
graduate. That’ll be a kicker. To get up on stage in front of all those
Brentworth dicks and yell out ‘I’m gay’. I think I’ll do just that. Mmmmm…damn
I love his mouth.
He finally lets go of me and looks up, “Come
on, let’s go upstairs.”
“Can’t you suck me off on the dinner table
first?” I pout. He gives me a look, “Please?”
He shakes his head, “Get up there,” I like it
when I get my way with him.
I ditch my Infected Mushroom shirt and go
through the walkway to his dining room and make myself comfortable on his
beautiful mahogany table. He sits down at the head of the table between my legs
and gets back down to business. I close my eyes again and feel his head tilt to
the right, as he bobs on me in long wet strokes. His hands wander over my
thighs and as he bobs he spreads me. I’m actually quite a flexible guy. I can
do those eagle splits or whatever the hell those cheerleaders call ‘em easily.
It comes in handy when I’m doin’ a side sweep, don’t have to worry about
injurin’ myself. I reach down and take a handful of slightly damp blonde hair
and he moans again. Man that feels good. I love it when he tightens his lips
halfway down my shaft and he moans, it gives me shivers every time. He pulls
back to suck on my head hard. My thighs are open wide and his forearms are
resting on them. Mick’s fingertips are just within reach of my balls and he’s
tickling them, oh shit that feels good. Damn, my stomach’s tight…I wanted to
last longer…, “Fuck….Mick….oh shit….Mick…suck harder…yeah like that
yeaaaahhh…oh shit….Mick…..shit…MICK!!!!”
Holy shit he’s good at that. I blink a couple
of times, I’m still seein’ spots. I feel his hands running over the insides of
my thighs and finally come to focus on him. He smiles and licks up the trail
that’s coming from the corner of his mouth, damn that is sexy, “Ready to head
to the bedroom?”
“….Yeah…carry me?”
He snorts, “You were the one who wanted the
table, you can walk up yourself,” he says getting up from his chair.
“Wha, no fair, you’re too good at suckin’ me
off. You know I don’t have any legs after to do that to me,” I whine.
“Well, you can always just wait here until you
get your legs, but I know you like to stare at my ass when we walk up so you
better catch your second wind quick,” he replies turning around and heading out
of the dining room. He is so right. I love walkin’ behind him. Screw the weak
legs! I sit up and slip off the table and test my legs. After a few short
squats I’m out of the dining room and making a left into the hallway to find
Mick standing there waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I catch up to
him and he gives me a quick kiss. He starts up the stairs with me seven steps
back so I’m nicely aligned with those firm globes of tanned perfection covered
by a pair of skimpy black shorts and no underwear. He sways his hips just right
and I don’t even have to look down to know I’m hard again. When Mick gets to
the top of the stairs he starts playin’ with the waist band of his shorts like
he’s gonna do a strip tease for me. He gives me a few inches of yummy tanned
goodness then stops and walks down the hall to the master bedroom. As soon as I
reach the door I’m treated to the sight of Mick taking off his shirt. His back
is so….lickable, there’s no other way to describe it. All those dips and swells
just make me want to pour some strawberry puree on him and lick him clean. I
walk up behind him and hook my fingers in the waistband and tug down planting
kisses down his spine as I go. I come to his tailbone as the shorts plop to the
floor and take that section of flesh between my teeth. I love this spot on him.
It’s a cute bump that I just have to nibble on whenever I’m behind him. I draw
my hands up his thighs and come to the ass of all asses givin’ it a healthy
squeeze. I kiss back up his spine and wrap my arms around him. I love his body,
the way it feels beneath my hands is incredible. Screw just his back, I’ll cover him in strawberry puree and lick
him clean. Yes, I like strawberries, deal with it.
After standing there a while just feeling him
against me I come around front for another kiss. I have to lean up a little to
get one since he’s six six and I’m only an even six. He doesn’t mind ducking
his head though. I run my hands over his chest and play with his nipples. I
love how he gasps when I pinch them. I really
love how he moans when I suck on them so of course I do that as well. His hands
come about my waist as I’m latching onto his right nip and the feeling of his
moan is the best. His rod starts dripping on my abs as it twitches, yeah he’s
ready for action. I let off his nip and look up into his fiery blue eyes. Yeah,
I want him to play with me some more.
I step back from him and head over to the bed.
He catches me about the waist and pulls me against him before I get a chance to
climb into the Cali-king. This bed is huge!
My eyes about popped out of their sockets when I saw it the first time. Like
five grown people can sleep in this thing comfortably. Anyhoo, Mick rubs his
rod against my back and I can tell he’s ready to put it to good use. Ok to set
the record straight, I’m not a bottom bitch. I do however happen to like being a bottom with him. At first I was
like, ‘There’s no way you’re puttin’ that tree branch of a cock inside me’. Oh
I forgot to tell you, Mick is fuckin’ hung!
Eleven and one quarter inches of hard sexy pole. I know he’s that long because
I asked him one day if I could measure it. That was back when we first started
playing together. Anyway, then Mick introduced me to some toys that would help
me be able to take his size. Now I know why chicks dig those vibrators. Those
things are awesome, especially the
ones with the little balls inside that jiggle around and have the moving head, hell yeah.
They also make it easier to relax so when Mick’s in the mood for a rough tumble
he doesn’t hurt me. Man, those tumbles are great. So basically I have no
problem bendin’ over for him.
“Would it be selfish of me to say that I
missed you these past two weeks?” he leans down to whisper in my ear.
I shake my head a little, “No. I missed you
too. I just couldn’t risk the cousins followin’ me and shit.”
“Well then let me show you how much I missed
you,” he says and kisses my cheek, “Climb on in.”
I climb
into the middle of the bed and lie down and watch Mick crawl between my
spreading legs. He goes straight to my balls and starts sucking them again. Man
he’s good. That experience thing comes in handy. After some time he moves lower
and let me tell you, Gene Simmons can’t work his tongue this good. The first
time Mick rimmed me was the most erotic and torturous thing I’d ever
encountered. And he wouldn’t let me touch myself the entire time, my hands were
tied to the headboard. He worked me so good I had cream all over my body. So I
know now that I’m really sensitive right there. Mick pushes his tongue inside,
oh damn, he’s not gonna make me cum like that. Oh well. I love how he fucks me
with his tongue just the same. It’s like his first stage of prepping me for his
pole. I never thought I’d like this either. Mick’s a good teacher. His hands
come under my thighs and I bend my legs as he pushes his tongue deeper inside
of me. He can do this for a while as I found out earlier in our playing.
When he pulls out and frenches my hole I know
he’s ready for stage two. He only uses his fingers when we aren’t in the
bedroom. Here he likes plugs and vibrators. He likes to see me thrash around on
the bed to the feeling of a man-made object moving around inside of me. He
slips off the bed on the far side and opens the drawer and pulls out this
wonderful glass dildo and the every trusty bottle of lube. This dildo is
awesome, seriously it looks like something you’d put on display instead of
inside you. It’s got this dark blue helix swirl in the middle of it and when
you turn it, it looks like it’s drilling it’s so cool. I always find myself
staring at it before Mick puts it inside me.
“They should have named this one hypnotic
instead of the helix.” Mick says letting the lube drizzle down the side. I snap
to attention and smile that I’ve been caught. He places it at my opening and
pushes just the tip inside. I don’t know what it is about that initial feeling
of the tip going inside me that makes me heady, maybe it’s the flared head, I
don’t know. It feels great either way. This one is also studded so as Mick
pushes it in I feel those little bumps as well. They always have me moaning.
Mick starts twisting the dildo as he pushes some more of it in…fuck that’s
awesome! And he’s only got like half of it inside me.
“Oooooohhhh…..Mick….just…put it in…,” I say. I
close my eyes and hear him chuckle as he pulls out at few inches then pushes
back in with an extra inch. Mick loves
to tease the hell out of me with this one. One time he fucked me with this one
for over an hour. It was a good thing I spent the night that night, I couldn’t
move after all of that. Mick pushes more inside me and wiggles it around. I
jerk when he pushes on my spot, “Fuck Mick…right…there…” he continues to work
my spot and I reach down to stroke myself and get my hand smacked.
“Not this time Sen,” he says. I love how he
says my name. It sounds like sex pure and simple. I look at my cock drooling on
my stomach.
“Miiiiiiick,” I whine, “stroke meeeeee.”
He leans over and blows over my cock. It
twitches and I groan. Damn he loves to tease me. I feel more of the dildo
inside and I start rocking my hips and feeling the studs rub on my spot. Fuck
does that feel good. I don’t give a damn that I probably look like a nympho on
speed, it’s hittin’ my spot so I’m gonna keep on movin’. I feel Mick moving the
dildo faster and I go with it. Soon he’s got it all the way in me and he lets
go to still me. He smiles and kisses up and down my cock before sitting back
and pressing a button on the remote. Yeah baby, this is a vibrating glass
dildo. He purposely sets it on the lowest setting so I can see what’s about to
take place next.
If there’s anything that can have me hard in a
heartbeat it’s watching Mick jack off. It’s a thing of beauty I swear. I pull a
pillow under my head as he kneels and spreads his thighs about shoulder width.
He takes that gorgeous pole and gives if a few pumps before adding some lube. I
love how he pours it along his shaft, then he glides his hand over the top side
and then curls his fingers over his head. He plays with his head until it
starts dripping then slowly moves his hand down to the base. Mick then reaches
down and runs his fingers over his balls and squeezes then a little then goes
back to his shaft and strokes in long smooth movements. I love how he looks at
himself as he’s doin’ it too, like he really loves his body. I like seeing his
head tilt to the side and how his lips part. I love how he plays with his slit.
He takes his thumb and middle finger on either side and pushes down to widen
the hole and then he uses his index finger and circles around it….aaaahhh…like
he’s doing now…yeah baby…tease that hole. It makes me want to do the same to
mine, but I’m being a good boy and watching Mick play with himself.
His left hand starts playing around on his body.
First running lightly over his cut abs, then making its way north to play with
those delicious nipples. He tugs on his left nip and his head falls back, the
sexiest moan comes pouring out from between his lips and has my cock jerking.
He does the same to his right and I’m squirmin’ as the glass dildo is still
workin’ its magic inside. I’m really wanting that branch in me now. His right
hand speeds up a bit as he leaves off his nipples to add some more lube. He
takes his head in his palm and gives it several short pumps. I want him in me
and now.
“Mick…come on baby…I want….you.”
He tips his head to look at me, “You want
this?” his voice oozing with need.
“Yeah…Mick…in me…fuck Mick get over here and
fuck me!”
He reaches down and withdraws the dildo slowly
making sure I feel every inch of it leaving me while his hand continues to coat
his pole. Once it’s out he adds some lube to my opening then he moves up to my
entrance. I grab my legs behind the knee and bring them to my chest. He pushes
his head inside me and stops. I open my mouth but the only thing that comes out
is a loud moan as he plunges into me. I let go of my legs and wrap them around
his waist. I love how he groans when he first enters me. It’s so primal and it
makes me clench his pole tightly. He looks down at me breathing hard. His
forehead comes to mine, “I’ve…missed…you…so much…” and then words don’t exist
to us anymore, just moans, groans, and the sound of smacking flesh. Time is
inconsequential when he’s inside me. I can only feel, smell, and see him.
That’s how it should be when you’re doing something like this.
It’s around one o’clock when we finally decide
to take a break…well my stomach decided that we should take a break. We didn’t
have breakfast today since we were getting some last minute packing done. We
come down to the kitchen and Mick whips up a couple of sandwiches and I sit on
his lap and we munch away talking about various things. Then our conversation
veers to sex and then it’s back to the bedroom for round two…or was it five…
Mick rouses me from my sleep. Damn I really
missed him. After lunch we switched. I’m not as long as Mick but he says that I
make up for it in girth. Yeah, I’m eight and three quarter inches but thick as
hell. Mick told me that day I caught him sunbathing that I had a killer size
for my age that I should be proud of it, and I am. I could see the drool at the
corner of his mouth when he was jackin’ me off that day, like my cock was a
steak to a hungry man. I remember asking him shyly if he wanted to suck on it
and he looked at me like he just won the lottery. He asked me three times if I
was ok with him doing that and the third time I said yes he scooped me up, took
me into the house, cleaned off the tanning oil and went to town on me. I was
only five seven then so it was easier for him to carry me bridal style. Just
thinkin’ about that day gets things stirring.
“Hey Mick,” I say sleepily, “Play with me some
more?”
“Don’t you have to get back for dinner soon?”
“Dinner’s not ‘til seven.”
“It’s six oh four now. You should get dressed
and get on back so you can make yourself presentable.”
“You mean so I don’t smell like sex, right,” I
say rolling over on my back. I look down at my cock, “See Mick? He wants you to
play with him some more.”
“You should head on back now Sen.”
“Please? Just one more suckie suckie?” I pout.
Really, Mick gives great head, “He’ll
thank youuuuuu.”
He sighs, “I’ve created a nympho.”
“Sen have you been over at Mick’s the entire
time?” Lin asks popping into my room. I got back around six thirty and took a
quick shower. I like that all the bedrooms have their own bath. I just got out
and had put on a pair of boxers when she appeared. I used to get pissed when
she’d do that. Lin would just roll her eyes and tell me that we shared a small
space for nine months so she already knows what I’ve got. Yeah, she knows I
like guys. I didn’t even have to tell her, she figured it out on her own.
That’s my twin.
“Yeah,” I say pulling on a pair of jeans. I
reach into the closet and yank a shirt of a hanger.
“You have fun playin’ with his dog?” Yeah, she knows we play. She’s
cool with it. She’s got a sugardaddy herself. He’s a nice guy.
I guess I should elaborate a bit. Me and Lin
don’t look like we’re sixteen. Hell, I don’t think we’ve ever looked our age after
the standing up phase. We’re both six foot tall. Our folks weren’t this tall
but I’ve been told that we’ve had some tall grandparents and so forth. We have
midnight colored hair and light gray eyes that people seem to be mesmerized
with. I keep my hair just past my shoulder blades while Lin’s goes down to her
knees almost. She hates scissors. This kid one time chopped off a chunk of her
hair in kindergarten and she wailed for three days. I got suspended from school
for two days for beatin’ the crap out of him for doin’ it. She won’t even touch
a pair of scissors. Now a knife on
the other hand… She’ got a thing for blades. I don’t know where all that came
from. Back to the description. Whereas I’m nice and cut she’s got this athlete
slash model slash I don’t know…curvy type body. To make it simple, she’s got
curves in all the places that make me have to defend her honor when some
jackass thinks he’s got balls to call my sister a slut. Yeah we’re a pair of
hot lookin’ twins no doubt.
Now before you get started, no our folks
didn’t know any of this and if they did, they didn’t say anything. They trusted
us to be able to handle ourselves. They raised two level-headed kids who know
how to think before reacting. We don’t let people try to pull the wool over our
eyes. Our folks did a great job of raisin’ us and I’ll fight anyone who says
otherwise. So what if we’re sexually active and don’t even have our driver’s
licenses yet. We don’t roll like others roll. And no, we aren’t fucked in the
head or anything like that. We know full well what we’re doin’.
“Any idea what’s for dinner?” I ask slipping
on another Infected Mushroom shirt.
“It looked like stir fry to me,” Lin says
sitting down on my bed. Since Rebecca the middle-aged bitch works downtown at a
law firm and Tom does IT work from home he does the majority of the cooking.
He’s hella good at it too. Back in the day he said he worked his way through
college in a restaurant. I grab a pair of socks and slide them on when we hear
the unmistakable sound of a door slamming and heels clicking on hardwood,
Rebecca’s home. Lin and I take a deep breath and sigh at the same time. Yeah,
we’re really gonna enjoy livin’ here.
Tom’s first wife, Carolanne, died from an
illness back when we were like eight or somethin’. Our mom helped him out with
Marcus and stuff since he was in some kind of denial. She got him back on
track, which was easy since she was a college professor. Her name was Calista, before that Ally McBeal chick. Our dad’s
name was Lucas. He was a graphic designer for the same company Tom does IT work
for.
We hear Rebecca talking then her heels
clicking up the stairs. I slip into my shoes just as she comes to my door. If
you were just going on appearance, she’s not that bad really. She’s a brunette
with dark eyes, the same goes for Jason. She had that runway modelesque look to
her when her hair’s not in a bun that makes her look about fifteen years older
than she really is, she’s two years younger than Tom. She looks over Lin and
me. She catches my shirt and frowns, “Lose the shirt, dinner will be ready
soon,” then heads to their room at the end of the hall. Lin and I look at each
other and shrug.
Minutes later we’re all settled around the
table, me in a red Che shirt and fortunately sitting beside Chase. Jason’s
looks definitely come from his mom and Chase’s has got to come from his dad.
You could say he can pass for being Tom’s kid rather than Rebitcha’s. The only
way you can tell that he’s hers is the eyes. His hair is lighter with a touch
of red that looks great in natural sunlight and is wavy. It’s also got this
finger attraction. You seriously want to run your fingers through it. I’m not
kiddin’, if I were able to freeze time right now I’d stop it just so I could
run my fingers through it. Anyway, food gets passed around and meal starts…and
so does Rebitcha’s mouth. Apparently she has to go out of town for a while and
help another branch of her law firm with a case. By the way she’s bitchin’
about it means it was somethin’ she got stuck with. Ha ha. It’s been weird the
last four years since Tom married her. We don’t come over as often and when we
did I steered clear of Jason. Rebitcha always seemed miffed that we were here
so Lin ended up becoming friends with Mrs. Blakes. Lin tells me she’s ok once
you got to know her, Mrs. Blakes that is. I think the reason Rebitcha tolerates
us is because we were here before she was.
“Are you two prepared for Brentworth?” she
asks, “It’s not like what you’re used to.”
No shit Sherlock, “We’re good,” I say, “We got
our schedules the other day and they’re pretty much the same as at
“Jason will be able to help you since you two
are the same year.”
I toss a glance at Jason who glares back at
me, “We’ll be ok.”
“I’ll help you guys out as well,” Chase says.
He’s got this really sultry voice for
an eighteen year old. Tom says chicks are all over him because of it. I can
completely understand. If I don’t catch myself sometimes when I hear him talk I
get the shivers. I wonder how he sounds when he’s gettin’ it on…
“Will you be trying out for the soccer team?”
Rebitcha asks picking up a green pepper with her chopsticks.
“No.”
“Oh,” she says after swallowing, “Well, they
do have a strenuous practice schedule Maybe it’s something you’re not used to?”
Uh, bitch hello?
“It’s soccer you drama queen, shit happens,”
Jason gripes. It gets him a look from Tom but Rebitcha doesn’t say a thing. I’m
about to say something when Lin nudges me with her foot. I shake my head and go
back to my food.
“Oh that’s right, your old school played
against Brentworth,” she says casually, “I hear your team had a stroke of luck
in the playoffs to beat Brentworth.”
It wasn’t luck you retarded heifer we’re
better than them plain and fuckin’ simple.
“Yeah drama queen over there faked his injury
to get a penalty kick to win.”
“Jason,” Tom warned. Hell to the fuckin’ no
I’m not gonna be friends with that. Fuck this, I’m callin’ it a night. I stand
up from my place at the table.
“Yeah I’m goin’ to my room now,” I say and
walk away from the table. I’ve lost my appetite now.
“Senin, come back, please,” I hear Tom say.
“Young man we ask permission to be excused
from the table in this house,” Rebitcha calls out. I hear Tom say something to
her but I don’t fuckin’ care. She’s just lucky that I didn’t come across that
table and stab her precious son in the fuckin’ eye with my chopsticks. Nope,
all bets are of bein’ nice to him.
I get to my room and close the door. I grab my
MP3 player from my desk and flop onto the bed.
I put the buds in my ears and within seconds Infected Mushroom is filling
my brain. Believe it or not, it was my dad that got me on to this group. He was
doing some work for a club and they gave him a CD. He listened to it and
thought I’d like it. Good call dad. I’ve got their entire catalogue. About nine
songs in Kalin comes in the room and sits down beside me. I scoot over and she
lies beside me and plucks the bud from my left ear and puts it in hers, “She
lay into you?”
“Not really, Tom wouldn’t let her. Said we
have a lot to get used to. She went on about how she had all kinds of crap to
deal with when her parents died but still acted like she had manners.”
“Fuck her.”
“I agree.”
“You gonna see James tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’m not in the mood to be around her
right now. I’m surprised you didn’t try and go after that prick.”
“Yeah me too. Who knew I had some self
restraint.”
Lin giggles and turns on her side to face me.
I turn my head in her direction and see the sadness in her eyes despite her
giggle. I hate seeing her sad, “I don’t wanna be here Sen. I wanna go home.”
“Me too Lin, me too.”
We chilled out for a while listening to music,
arguing over the better song of the artist playing that comes up in the shuffle
like we usually do when someone comes knockin’ on the door. I take the bud out
of my ear and sit up. I really don’t want to see any of them right now and I
know that’s Tom outside. He knocks again, “Go away,” I say, “We’re havin’ twin
time.”
Lin sits up as the door cracks open and Tom
pokes his head inside. I glare at him, “We’re in the middle of something. Can
you come back later Tom?” she asks. Tom looks at us for a moment more then
closes the door. He’s a great guy, really he is, but ya just don’t intrude on
twin time.
“This house is too crowded,” I say and put my
bud back in my ear. I flop back on the bed and shuffle through the playlist.
“I know,” Lin agrees, “Ya know James said it
was ok for me to stay with him.”
“He’d get a real kick out of that,” I say
finally settling on a song, “Too bad we can’t. I’d rather stay with Mick.”
Lin lays back down and puts her bud back in,
“He turned you into a straight up nympho.”
I stick my tongue out at her, “Like you’re any
different.”
“We actually do other things besides screw
Sen.”
“Too bad he’s like fifty. He’d actually be a
good boyfriend if he were half his age.”
Lin pegs me in the arm, “He’s thirty-two,
younger than Mick and Tom.”
“What’s with all the gray? They do have just
for men ya know.”
“It looks good on him Sen and you know it,”
Lin says pinching my nose. He really does look good with the salt-n-pepper
hair. He said more women hit on him now than when his hair was solid black.
“…So what do you think he wanted?”
Lin shrugs and sits up, “Hell if I know. Maybe
to apologize for Rebitcha,” Yeah that’s what we call her. I sit up and turn off
my MP3 player. We sigh and look at the door. It’s like our version of spidey
sense, we can tell when someone’s coming to our door. A few seconds later here
comes the knocking.
“Come in Tom,” I say He opens the door and
comes in closing it behind him.
“You guys ok?” he asks sitting down at the
desk.
“I don’t mean to knock on her, well yeah I
do,” I say crossing my legs and leaning back on my hands, “but your wife is a
clueless bitch.”
“Sen!”
“It’s ok Kalin, let him,” Tom says.
“She acts like Brentworth’s the shit and she
lets that dick just say shit like it’s the truth. What the fuck Tom.”
“She was a bit insensitive on that and I do
apologize for it.”
“You shouldn’t be apologizing for the shit
that comes out of her mouth. She’s a grown damn woman.”
“She is my wife Senin.”
“Well your wife’s a bitch. And she’s a bitch
towards us, always has been.”
Tom sighs, “This is going to take some getting
used to. All I can ask is that you guys give it some time.
“But it fell almost as quick,” I mutter. Lin
elbows me.
“Uh Tom, I was hopin’ that I could go to the
mall tomorrow since I know that Sen and Mick are gonna take the dogs to the
park. Is that ok?” Lin asks to shift the mood. She’s good at that.
Just as Tom’s about to answer the door opens
up and in walks Rebitcha. What the fuck man, do you not know how to knock or
somethin’? “It would be better if the two of you spend some time getting ready
for school on Monday instead of gallivanting around town.”
“We’re caught up,” I grind out, “Don’t you
know how to knock?”
“That’s rich coming from someone who can’t ask
permission before leaving the dinner table.”
I shake my head, this is going nowhere fast,
“Tom I’m gonna stay over at Mick’s tonight.”
“No you’re not young man,” she says, “You are
under our care, not his.”
“Becca,” Tom starts.
“You will not go anywhere tomorrow until after
I feel you two are sufficiently caught up with your classes.”
“Now look here-,”
“Senin, Becca stop,” Tom says firmly. He looks
at me, “Senin, you’re staying here tonight,” he then looks at her, “Becca they
are caught up in their classes and if they need any help I’m sure the teachers
there will assist them,” he takes a breath. Yep, he’s gettin’ ill, “Look you
guys, I know this isn’t the best of situations. It will take some getting used
to so please just bear with it.”
“Fine,” Lin says. I trust here to talk when I
know what will come out of my mouth, “But seriously, don’t ever come into
either mine or Senin’s room again without knocking first. Our parents gave us
that respect and I ask that of you as well Rebecca.”
Rebitcha looks at Lin hard. She wants to say
something prissy but Tom is giving her a look telling her to agree with Lin’s
terms, “Alright. I apologize for walking in unannounced. The two of you must
also understand that we have rules in this house and they will be obeyed.”
“We understand that,” Lin answers. She’s way
better at restoring the peace than I am.
“Ok now that that’s settled, what are your
plans for tomorrow Senin, besides the dog park.”
“Nothin’ really, just the park and maybe read
or somethin’.”
“Kalin are your friends meeting you there?”
“Yeah. I’ll get one of them to bring me back.”
“Try not to be too late ok?”
“I’ll be back before six.”
“Ok,” Tom smiles, “You guys have a good night.
I’m callin’ it for me,” he says and heads to the door ushering Rebitcha in
front of him and pulls the door closed behind him. Lin gets up and goes over to
the door. I do the same and hear the bitch saying something to Tom as they head
to their room. This is not gonna be an easy transition.