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Better Than Christmas
Chapter 4 - Kyle
As I said before, my older brother Kyle was never home. We had very
little
to do with each other, which bothered me, since only he and I had the
same
mother and father. Kyle was older when Mom and Dad broke up, and I
think
he sorta blamed me since it happened shortly after I was born. I
always
wanted to have that big brother - little brother setup, where he was
supposed to take me places with him, and stick up for me at school, and
stuff like I saw on television, and movies. The only contact I really
had
with him was when he wasn't there. Shall I explain?
Kyle's room was messy. Kyle left his dirty clothes all over the floor.
Kyle was seventeen, and THE stepmom thought he was old enough to do his
own
laundry. So it never got done. I liked his underwear. When I was 10,
I
would go into his room, lie on his bed, and put on his underwear. I
didn't
know about jacking off at the time, I just knew I liked the feeling,
and
the smell of the stains on his white briefs. I would do this often,
and
never got caught, and his room was so messy, he never noticed that I
had
been in there. When I learned about jacking off at age 11, I
understood
what the wet globs on the wall behind his bed in the morning were. If
I
went into his room first thing in the morning after he went to school,
there was white stuff on the wall that was still wet. It had little
chunky
stuff in it. I tasted the white stuff on the wall, but it didn't taste
like my own...it tasted like the paneling on the wall...although it did
have that familiar aftertaste. I liked the taste of my own cum, as I
tried
it almost immediately after I first learned how to jack off. I tried
it
all different ways. I licked it off my hand. I tried cumming in a
cup,
and drinking it. (Sound familiar?) But the best way was to get it
right
out of my dick. At 11, I was limber enough to get a little more than
the
head of my dick in my mouth, and my favorite thing to do was to cum in
my
mouth. Anyway, I'm getting away from what I started telling you about.
Kyle.
Kyle had a secret. I didn't know what it was, but I knew he was never
around anymore, and when he was, he stayed in his room. He had a
girlfriend, so I just thought he spent all his time with her, then I
heard
my stepmom talking to my Dad one night, and telling him that Kyle's
girlfriend was going with some other guy now. She knew the girls' mom.
I
thought this would be a good time to talk to Kyle...show him that I
cared
for him by telling him I was sorry about his girlfriend. But of
course, he
wasn't home.
Kyle got home at a 9:45pm, 15 minutes after I was supposed to be in
bed. I
waited till 10:30pm, then crawled out of my bedroom window, and walked
on
the path that led behind the house to Kyle's renovated garage bedroom.
I knocked on his door, and after a minute, he cracked the door and
looked
out.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry about your girlfriend", I
said,
feeling like an idiot.
"You're a little late" he said, "I haven't been seeing her for like 5
months".
"Oh", I said. "Well, I just now heard about it.
"Whatever. Anything else, I'm sorta busy" he said. "Uh...no", I said
and
started to walk away. The door closed behind me, and I was feeling
like a
total dumbass, when the door opened again, and Kyle said "Wait...You
wanna
come in for a minute?" "Sure!" I said, trying not to act like it was a
big
deal. I walked into his room, for the first time in years while he was
there too. It looked allot different at night. It was dark, and the
shades were pulled down, and the only light was a little lamp next to
his
bed with a black bandanna hanging over the shade.
"Have a seat", he pointed to the highback wicker chair next to his bed.
I
sat down, and he jumped playfully onto his bed, and rolled onto his
back.
He pushed himself up so he was sitting up, leaning against the wall
behind
his bed. Why was he being so friendly?
"Look what I got", he said, as he took off his shirt. He was wearing
only
a pair of boxers now, and I saw on his arm, that he's gotten a tattoo
of a
skull and crossbones. It looked good with his shoulder length hair,
but I
said, "Dad's gonna kill you!"
"Not if he doesn't know about it", he said. "Why, are you gonna tell
him?"
"Of course not", I said, sounding insulted.
"I do lots of things Dad wouldn't like, but I don't give a shit, cuz
I'm
17, and I can do whatever the hell I want to.
"Yeah, me too", I said.
"Yeah, right!!" He scoffed.
All the time we had been talking, he kept scratching at his dick, which
had
been kinda sticking out of the leg of his boxer shorts. I didn't think
he
knew it was showing, and he probably wouldn't have cared if he did. We
were both guys, after all, and that kinda stuff. I however, I DID
care,
and spoke like a robot since all my concentration went towards trying
NOT
to look at his balls and dick.
"Like what?", he asked?.
(Think...what were we talking about)
"What do you do that you're not supposed to", he asked again. "Uh...I
don't know", was the best I could come up with. I was starting to get
nervous for some reason. Was Kyle into something illegal...a gang or
something?
"Have you ever gotten high" Kyle finally said.
"Nope, it's not good for you", I said.
"How do you know, if you've never tried."
"Because they teach us about it in school...pot destroys brain cells,
and
is worse for your lungs that cigarettes", I was sounding like my
teacher,
and hated it.
"Well, I wasn't talking about pot, and I do smoke cigarettes, you know
that", Kyle said. "But never mind, I guess you're still just a kid. I
was
trying to talk to you like a grown up. You can go now."
(This is NOT what I wanted to happen!!)
"Don't be like that," I said "I just have never been around that kinda
stuff. I've never had the chance to try."
"Well, If I thought you were cool...you could get high with me. I had
just
started when you knocked," Kyle said. I was nervous as shit, but I
couldn't be "not cool", during the first good conversation I was having
with my brother in my life.
"OK", I said, still trying to act like it was no big deal. Kyle pulled
a
tray from under his bed, and on it was a glass ball looking thing, with
a
glass straw coming out of it. I figured out immediately that it was
some
kind of pipe, and wondered still if he was smoking pot. He picked it
up,
and opened up a little bag of white dirty rocks. He put one of the
rocks
in the bowl on top of the glass ball, and said "watch". He put the
pipe to
his mouth, held his lighter on top of the rock, and inhaled, as the
white
rock melted like wax. It looked sorta neat, as the glass ball of the
pipe
filled with white smoke. I didn?t know what it was, and this was
before
they started calling it crack.
What happened next FREAKED me out!! Holding his breath, Kyle said
"breathe
in". I didn't know WHAT he was talking about, then he grabbed the back
of
my head, put his lips against mine, and tried to blow the smoke in my
mouth. I was so surprised, very little went down my throat, and Kyle
pulled away...looked at my face, and went into hysterics, rolling
around
his bed. He finally stopped laughing, and said it was my turn. He put
a
white rock into the pipe, handed me the lighter and the pipe, and
started
to scratch his balls again. I did exactly as he did, and was very
unimpressed. It had a plasticy kind of taste, and I didn't feel any
different. Kyle pointed to his mouth, indicating that he wanted me to
blow
my smoke into his mouth, but just then I coughed, and didn't get the
chance. This went back and forth several times, and I was beginning to
feel...powerful. I wanted to talk non-stop, and tell Kyle all my deep
dark
secrets. Kyle's hand was constantly in his shorts now, and as we
talked he
continued to absentmindedly jiggle his balls and dick. "That's another
thing about rock," he said, "it makes you horny as fuck." Now I knew
how to
define the feeling I was having in my stomach and dick. I was
INCREDIBLY
horny.
Kyle started then to tell me that that was one of the reasons he broke
up
with his girlfriend. He said that he got pretty kinky when he smoked
rock,
and he just freaked her out one too many times.
I didn't know what kinky was, and I asked him. He laughed, and began
to
tell me how he would tie her to his bed, and fuck her, which she didn't
mind so much, but when he had tried to get her to let him piss on her,
she
freaked out, and wouldn't talk to him for a week. (I couldn't believe
I
was talking to Kyle like this). ?The straw that broke the camel's
back?,
he said, was when he tied her up the last time, and blind folded her.
They
did this all the time, he said, but this time he let Andros into the
room,
and put him up on the bed to lick her pussy.
"Man, she freaked!!" Kyle said. "Andros scratched her legs trying to
get
at that pussy, and I think if he hadn't scratched her, she would have
let
him. I've always wanted to see a dog eat a girl out, and then fuck
her...I'm not freaking YOU out, am I? You are a little young, I guess"
I
said that I wasn't, and tried casually to adjust the erection under my
robe
so it wouldn't show. All I had on under the robe was my underwear, and
it
wasn't doing a very good job at restraining my boner. Kyle noticed my
adjustment, smiled and said, "It turns you on too, huh? Wouldn't it be
too
fucking cool to watch some babe going crazy while Andros was eating her
out?!? I betcha he would fuck a girl too."
Kyle had an erection now, and he wasn't ashamed to be seen playing with
it
under his shorts.
"Do you jack off yet?" Kyle asked me.
I blushed, and said that I did. Then I said something I never would
have
believed I would say. "...and I sure would like to see you jack off
sometime."
Kyle jumped off the bed, and grabbed me by the throat so hard, it hurt.
"You a faggot, or something?", he yelled at me.
"No!!, I was just curious", was all I could come up with. He obviously
didn't believe me, cuz he didn't let me go, and accused me again. I
said
no again, and he told me to take off my robe, which I did with his hand
still on my throat.
"You still gotta boner, you little fuck...and I saw you keep looking at
my
dick."
What had happened to him?!? A minute ago, he had been as friendly as
could
be, and now he was about to kick my ass.
"We'll just have to see", he said. He grabbed the back of my neck
again,
but not as tenderly as he had earlier. With his other hand, he pulled
his
own dick out, which was also hard. Pulling back the foreskin, I saw
and
smelled that he had not cleaned his dick in a while, and it looked
slimy.
"Do you like this?!?", he said as he wiped his dick slime back and
forth
across my face and closed mouth. "Do you like it?!? You're gonna suck
my
dick now, little faggot."
"I'll do it if you want, but not like this. You don't have to force
me", I
said.
"It's no fun that way!!" he said. "I like it rough". And he squeezed
the
sides of my mouth, forcing my mouth open and started to ram his dick in
forcefully. He pushed once, then twice, till my nose was bent against
his
stomach, and I couldn't breath. When he pushed a third time, he held
me
there, and I felt him cumming down my throat, right into my stomach. I
didn't swallow, it just went down there. When his stomach muscles
stopped
jerking, he let go of the back of my head, and I gagged as he pulled
his
dick out of my throat.
He turned, jumped back on his bed, and said "cool". Then he looked at
me,
and said, ?You're mine now. I'll be your dad, and you'll do things
when I
need you too.
I hadn't said a word, and he was looking at me. "Did you like that?",
he
asked me.
"I don't know, I didn't do anything...you did all the work", I
answered,
barely able to talk. My throat was hurting like I had just swallowed a
boulder.
"You wanna do it yourself? Get on the bed, and go at it", he said,
pointing at his now half limp dick.
This was really my first sexual encounter with a person (who was awake,
and
could talk to me), and I was unsure as how to start. I sat there for a
second wondering, when Kyle reached over, grabbed my arm, and jerked me
onto the bed. He pulled my head to his dick, let go, and said for me
to do
whatever I wanted.
I closed my eyes, and started to run my mouth up and down his shaft,
seeing
how far down I could go until it made me gag. It was still sticky from
when he had cum just a few minutes earlier. My throat was real sore
from
the face fucking I had gotten just a few minutes earlier, so I couldn't
go
down very far.
"What's wrong", he asked.
"My throat hurts", I said
"You wanna know what helps it feel better, honestly", he said. "Drink
my
piss, and it will make it feel instantly better". "Gross!", I said,
not
having told him that I had already drank Jacey's and Nicolas?, and had
liked it.
Once again, he grabbed my neck, and forced my head back on his dick.
(He
didn't have to try so hard this time) He didn't force it all the way
in,
just the head. And he started to piss. Not like Jaycey, who came out
in a
little thin stream, and easy to swallow, but in a gushing torrent. And
not
clear and sweet like Jacey's, but strong and bitter, like mine when I
had
tried it once. I tried to pull off, and pinch my lips together to stop
it
from coming out so fast, but he just held my head tighter, and pissed
harder. Some came out of my mouth, and dribbled down between his legs.
The taste was so strong, I remember wondering if piss could make you
drunk. You think the strangest things, at the strangest times. I do
anyway.
When he finally stopped pissing (after several false slow-downs) he
told me
to lick him clean. I would have done most all of this willingly, but
he
liked to keep his hand on the back of my neck, or head, and push my
face
into whatever I was doing, harder.
By this time, I was high as a kite, and willing to do almost anything.
I
knew then Hyle like the dirty looking little white rocks ...Kyle and I
did
more, and more, and more, and he was getting a lot more forceful. I
would
have been scared out of my mind if I had been sober, but at the time, I
couldn't get enough of whatever he wanted me to do.
"Lay down on your back", he told me," I want you to eat my ass." "You
want
me to what?!?" I asked. This I had never done, and had never even
heard of
anyone doing. I'm gonna put my asshole over your face, and you're
gonna
lick it" I laid down, and he planted a foot on each side of me, and
squatted like he was gonna take a shit in the woods. I stuck out my
tongue, and delicately touched his ass with it, closing my eyes. "No",
he
said..."Lick it like you sucked on my dick...stick your tongue in
it...get
it wet."
I tried, I really did, but I guess I wasn't doing it right. He jumped
off
the bed, and ran into his bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out,
and
straddled me on the bed again.
"I took a shit", he said. "Now lick it clean."
"I can't", I told him.
"You will, or you'll get the fuck out of here" he said, and smashed his
ass
down on my face.
I was overwhelmed by the taste and the powerful smell of his shit
covered
hole, but after I started licking, it wasn't so gross. Sorta like the
smell of fish when you go to the ocean...after a few minutes, you get
used
to it. Kyle was pressing into my face so hard, the only place my
tongue
had to go was in his asshole. I sucked on it, and chewed it, as it
kind of
puckered out, and stuck my tongue up it as far as I could. There was
something hard up in there, and I knew what it was. It was getting
closer,
each time I stuck my tongue up the warm smooth tube, and all of a
sudden I
realized I wanted it. I also knew I was getting it whether I wanted it
or
not. Very slowly, Kyle fed me his smooth, hard turd. It was the
strangest
feeling, to have it slide over my lips and tongue...smooth, and bumpy.
"Eat it", Kyle said, his voice sounding funny. I remember thinking he
sounded strange.
But eat it I did...what else was I going to do with it?!? And then I
found
out that turds taste different after you bite into them. It was hard
to
handle at first, but as I chewed, Kyle started to load the pipe, and
said
"When you're through with your snack, You can kill this." I wanted the
pipe
bad, and As I chewed Kyle?s turd, he watched me with wide excited eyes.
"This is so cool!!" Kyle said. "But I didn't get to see it go in your
mouth. I need to get a mirror or something."
I was really buzzing now, and as I looked around, I saw a plate on the
floor at the foot of Kyle?s bed. "Shit on the plate, and then you can
see
me eat it."
Kyle Leaned over the bed, and loaded more rock into the pipe. We both
took
a few more hits, and I said ?Do you want to shit on the plate?? Kyle
didn't say a word, but got the plate, and squatted over it. "Lay down
and
watch me" he said.
So I laid on the floor, with my face real close to his ass, and watched
another turd slide out of his ass, this one was a lot bigger than the
one
he had just fed me. It was really big, and bigger than any shit I ever
took. It slid out slowly, and reached the plate before it broke in
half.
Kyle told me to lick his ass clean first, which I did gladly this time.
I
went after his ass like a starving dog goes after a bowl of Alpo. When
I
finished, he laid down on my back. I was laying on my stomach, propped
up
on my elbows., and he put his head right next to mine. He said into my
ear, "Now eat it", and pushed my head down to the turd on the plate. I
could feel his dick sticking into the crack of my ass. He pushed his
dick
into my ass.
He pushed it hard into my butt, and it sort of hurt, but as he pushed
his
dick in, he was still holding my face to his turd, and I was thinking
mostly about that. I felt that I had to pee real bad, and told him.
Kyle
said "shut up and eat it like I told you", and as I put my lips to his
turd, and took a bite out of it, I couldn't hold back any longer. I
started to pee between my stomach and the tile floor, and then realized
that I was not pissing, but cumming. It was just a lot of cum. I was
making a lot of noise, I guess, when I came. My mouth was buried in
the
huge turd on the plate in front of me, but I tried to lift my head to
tell
Kyle that I just came. When I started to lift my head, Kyle pushed it
back
down. ?Eat!? he yelled, and shoved his dick into me real hard. He
didn?t
do it like I?ve seen people fuck in movies, in and out. He would shove
into me real hard, wait a few seconds, pull out then shove real hard
again. I was having a hard time getting all of his turd in my mouth,
because my arms were pinned under me from his weight. Kyle saw this,
and
let go of the back of my head. He reached around, and gently picked up
his
own turd (a big piece), and put it to my mouth. ?Open wide?, he said
like
it like Mrs. Fitz said it to Nicolas when she was feeding him. I
opened
my mouth, and he gently placed the turd in my mouth. It was almost too
big
to go all the way in, but I closed my mouth on it, and began to chew.
I
ate it slowly, and as I did, Kyle thrust into me again, and started
grunting. People say that they can feel when someone comes in them,
but I
couldn?t feel it. Al I felt was cum dribbling out of my hole, and
running
down between my legs. Kyle didn?t pull out this time, but just layed
on my
back, relaxing.
? I have to piss again?, he said to me in my ear. ? I?m gonna see if I
can
piss in your ass.?
?You?ll soak the floor?, I told him.
He thought a second, then said ?you?re right...so drink it.? He rolled
off
of me, pulling his soft dick out of my ass, which burned a little. I
rolled over to, sat up and bent over to his dick and put it in my
mouth. I
sat there and waited for a long time, when he started to pee. Either I
was
getting beter, or he wasn?t pissing so hard this time, cuz I didn?t
spill
any. He still pissed a lot, considering he had just pissed about a
half an
hour ago, but I drank it all, and continued to suck on it when he had
finished. I was sucking on it like Nicolas had sucked me...like it was
a
nipple. My stomach was still very wet from cumming against my self
when I
was face down on the floor, and Kyle was slowly rubbing it around on my
stomach. He was only half hard, but after I sucked for a few minutes
after
he finished pissing, he started to moan a little. Suddenly, he grabbed
my
hair, making fists in it, and started to cum for the third time
tonight.
Not a lot, but a mouthful, and this time he wasn?t doing it down my
throat. Just holding my hair tight in his hands, he spurted in my
mouth,
and I got to taste it. I kept it in my mouth while Kyle leaned against
the
side of the bed, and faced up at the ceiling with his eyes closed.
Slowly,
Kyle got up, took my hand, and got into the bed...pulling me in with
him.
I got on the bed, and unsure what to do, he pulled my to lay down next
to
him. He was laying on his back, taking up both pillows, so I didn?t
know
where to put my head. Kyle pulled my head down to his mouth and kissed
me. I don?t remember ever kissing anyone ever before. I could have
done
it forever I think. Kyle put his tongue in my mouth, and tasted his
own
cum, and slurped out what was left before he pulled his mouth away.
Kyle
put my head on his shoulder, and said ?like this?. With his arm around
my
shoulders, I nuzzled my face and nose into his armpit, and breathed
deeply. Kyle chukled when I did this, and then we began to talk. And
man,
did we talk.
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