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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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