DARKNESS CALLS Chapter Seven
Leaving the unopened beer on the counter, I turned and headed back to my bedroom. Joey came with me.
Ages passed during that walk down the hallway. This was whole new territory. It wasn't me half out of my mind because my werewolf hormones were raging. It wasn't unplanned sex in the dazed aftermath of a full moon. It was me choosing and it was Joey choosing. It was crossing a line that I, he, we hadn't before crossed. We would be making love to each other as two men ... who were also brothers.
We walked into my bedroom, made it almost to the doorway to the bathroom, and then both just stopped. Now what? I turned to halfway face him. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I was going to pass out. I hadn't felt this nervous since the time I'd walked into a drugstore to buy my first pack of condoms.
Joey was looking up at me, his face still scared and determined. He took a small step closer.
"What should we do now, Daniel?"
My hands rose. I watched them reach out to trace his lips with the tips of my fingers. Slowly my fingers slid across his cheeks, down his neck and out onto the boney ridges of his shoulders.
"Ah ... let's get you out of these." I hooked the straps of his wifebeater with my pinkies and lifted. Joey raised his arms and the t-shirt slid up over his head, exposing more of that slick latte skin. I dropped the tee onto the floor beside him.
Joey reached down and untied the knot of my black uniform belt. He unwound it from my waist, carefully folded it, and placed it on the dresser next to him. As he moved I watched the muscles dance under their sheath of silky skin. God, he was beautiful.
He reached for my shirt. It was an old-fashioned style dobok top, with a cloth tie on either side. He undid them and the shirt fell open. Joey stared at my chest; he raised his hands and began to rub his palms across it, running his fingers through the pale patch of hair, lightly kneading my pecs. His topaz gaze rose to meet my own and he gave me a sweet, shy smile. Then he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Certain parts of my body are pretty damn sensitive. Up 'til that moment things had been cruising along at a sedate, civilized pace, but the feel of his lips, tongue and -- oh, God, teeth -- working that nipple sent me from forty to one-twenty in two seconds.
Fuck the speed limit.
Next thing I knew Joey was tight against me in my arms. His head came up, mine came down, and we were lip-locked and deep kissing. My hands slid down into his sweats and cupped his ass cheeks. Smooth, smooth, smooth and what a perfect fit.
Without breaking the kiss I pushed Joey's sweatpants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, then pried each hand away from his ass long enough to slide my arms out of the uniform top. He pulled the knot that held my pants up and they whispered to the floor alongside his sweats. He slid his fingers under the straps of my supporter and pulled it down. Took a couple tries, because doggie was up and begging, and this time he was off leash.
We stood swaying in the middle of my bedroom, arms all over each other and swapping saliva. Joey's dick was riding up under me, nosing around my ballsack, and mine was rubbing against his belly. Both were leaking major precum and making things very exciting friction-wise. It could easily have become a repeat performance of our first encounter, only more vertical.
Then Joey broke the kiss and slid down onto his knees. His hand wrapped around my dick. He knelt there for a few breaths, eyeballing it and running his hand up and down the shaft. Doggie was drooling and there was plenty of self-supplied lubricant. He jacked it up and down, moving his hand up to bump against the jutting lip at the base of the glans and down the trunk to its root at my scrotum. The head of my dick looked like a glistening plum, just rip for plucking.
Not stopping his hand action, Joey leaned forward and began to give that sticky plum a good tongue-washing. Yowser. The rasp of his tongue across the head of my dick turned my legs to taffy. Gasping, I reached down to steady myself on his shoulders. Joey tilted his head to look up at me and grinned. He slid his hand down to get a firm grip at the base, gave that plum another lick for good measure, and popped it into his mouth.
"Oh God!" I yelped. It felt so fucking good. My head dropped and I stared down at the top of Joey's head. His long glossy hair and narrow shoulders could have been a girl's, but she'd be tragically flat-chested and there was no getting around the erection sticking up between his legs. No, not a girl. A boy. My brother, giving me a blowjob.
That should have been a turnoff. Instead it just jacked me up another notch on the Mohs scale. My cock had already been hard as granite; now it was hard as diamond.
Joey's head bobbed forward and back as he sucked me. His drool was running down my shaft and his hand was doing a little squeeze-and-twist as it moved up and down in time with his head.
I shuddered.
Joey's lips slowly slid off my dick. He looked at it for a second, stuck his tongue out and swirled it around the crown, then shifted forward and dove in again. He was going deeper. Now every time he bottomed out the head of my dick was nudging down the back of his throat.
I grabbed onto my brother's shoulders like they were guardrails keeping me from falling headfirst over a cliff. "Fuck, Joey," I sobbed. "That feels so . . . fuck."
Although it wasn't a great angle, I could see that Joey's eyes were closed and his face looked calm but focused, the way he does when he's practicing. He kept working his way deeper onto my dick and I could feel his throat muscles getting into the action. I don't know how he was getting any air. All those years of playing the clarinet had probably taught him a lot about regulating his breathing. His fingers moved up and down my shaft, playing me like a virtuoso. Christ, my little brother was really good at this.
"Ahh ... bro!" I was moving past the words-in-a-coherent-sentence stage. Joey's mouth was all around my dick, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. My hands were clamped onto his shoulders and I could feel my legs starting to tremble. Gettin' closer.
Then Joey lifted his other hand. He rang his fingernails over my scrotum and rolled my balls across his palm.
"Ahhhhh ... !" Much closer.
Joey went all the way down until his nose was banging against the base of my cock. His tongue slid out to run wetly across the front of my ballsack. He cupped my balls in his hand and tugged.
"AHHHHH!" Here.
My scrotum clenched, my cockhead swelled and BLAM -- I was over the guardrail and in freefall. I screamed all the way as I pumped round after round into my brother's mouth.
Joey held on tight the whole way down. He sucked down everything and as it softened ran his tongue around my cock, cleaning up leftovers, until I had to push him off because it had become way too sensitive.
My brother sat back on his heels, brushed the hair out of eyes, looked up at me and smiled.
I grinned back. I felt so good I almost giggled. It wasn't just that the blowjob had felt good -- although it had been terrific. What felt really great was that for the first time I got it that this was what Joey wanted. Nobody gives a blowjob like that if they aren't totally into it. This truly was his choice. I believed that now.
I leaned over and pulled Joey up, slipped my arms under his ass and lifted him into the air. He went in for another lip-lock as he wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I could taste the salty-sour flavor of my own cum in his mouth. Interesting.
"That was so great, Joey," I said after we broke the kiss.
"Thank you, Daniel." Was he blushing? Ah, how adorable.
I gave him a mock frown. "But you've thrown us off track. We came back here to take a shower, remember?"
"I remember."
"And we'll have to do something about this." I glanced down at Joey's dick, which was poking into my solar plexus.
Joey dropped his gaze. "You don't have to do anything, Daniel. I can take care of it."
"No." I shook my head. "If we're going to do this, we have to do it right. We both have things we're gonna need to learn. Come on." I carried him through the bathroom door and into the shower.
The stall is plenty big enough for two. Joey doesn't weigh all that much; I held him with one arm as I turned the water on. We shivered against each other (I could feel goose bumps on his butt) until it heated up. Then it was nice. It felt great to be holding him against me as the warm water ran over us.
I could have held him for hours, but Joey's dick was sliding against my chest and it was still hard. I knew by the way he was pushing it into me that he was in need of some relief. My turn now: he'd gotten me off and I needed to return the favor.
I cradled Joey on my left forearm and let his back rest against the tiles, then ran the palm of my right hand across a bar of soap to gather some lather. I wrapped it around his dick and started jacking.
It felt strange to be jerking off another guy. The motions were pretty much the same as what I did for myself, but doing it to someone else felt more mechanical. Joey's penis didn't quite fill up my hand like mine did, but it arched up in a way mine never had, like it was giving this its all. A real A+ effort. And even though it was a Mohs ten too, compared to mine it felt somehow ... delicate.
The thing that was most novel, though, was watching and feeling his reactions to my hand action. I've experienced women working up to orgasm thousands of times. I've never had a front row seat to a boy -- or a man -- doing the same. My brain was divided into two parts. One half was detached, not grossed out but sort of clinical, observing the male of the species as it was stimulated. The other half was watching myself getting Joey's rocks off. That part has having almost as much fun as him.
Joey's eyes were closed. His mouth was open slightly as he sucked in air with short, panting breaths. Grimaces chased each other around his face.
It didn't take very long for him to work his way up to blast off. His hips started bucking like he was riding an epileptic bronco. I felt the head of his dick swell in my hand as his arms and legs squeezed tightly around me. His lips pulled back as he let out a cry and strings of white cum shot up to splatter like fireworks across his chest and over his shoulder onto the wall. Wow, I hadn't known my little brother was such a hot shot.
I stood holding him as the shuddering slowly subsided. He dropped his head onto my shoulder; I wrapped both arms around him and rocked gently back and forth. Water sluiced through his hair and laid it over my arms in long black rivulets. I felt so happy I could cry.
After a minute Joey wiggled a little and I could tell he wanted down. I put him down carefully, because the water had made his skin really, really slick. Then I grabbed the bar of soup and applied it to a more conventional use, lathering him up to get everything squeaky clean. Actually, I mostly wanted to just keep touching him. The soap put a foam top on that latté skin that was indescribably sensual. I could have spent hours running my hands over him.
Unfortunately, our water heater doesn't hold hours of hot water. I've been telling myself I need to get a larger one for years. When the hot water started to go I gave myself a quick scrub and we rinsed off. I shut the water off just as the first wave of the cold front came through. Yelp.
We got out clean but shivering.
"I'm hungry," Joey announced.
Me too. "We got anything for dinner?"
"There's some Italian sausage in the fridge. I was going to make spaghetti."
Normally that would be fine. But I didn't want Joey off messing around in the kitchen. I wanted him here, right next to me.
"How `bout we order in?"
"Okay, Daniel."
I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through the menu to Wok & Roll, then paused and looked at him. "What do you want to eat, Joey?"
He frowned thoughtfully. "Would pizza be okay?"
"Pizza's fine. How does Santori's sound?"
"Good! I like Santori's."
"I know." I called and ordered the pizza.
While we waited we snuggled in bed and smooched. It was getting less and less strange to be kissing my brother. Being with him felt so easy. There was none of that getting-to-know-you awkwardness I usually felt. I already knew him, better than I'd ever known anyone else in the world.
Eventually the doorbell rang, announcing the pizza. I threw on a t-shirt and sweatpants and went to answer it. I brought the pizza, a Coke for Joey and a fresh beer for me back to my bedroom. We sat on the carpet and ate it like we were having a picnic.
Afterwards we curled up and started kissing again. Now Joey tasted like pepperoni and Coke. I started to run my fingers through his hair, but didn't get very far. It was a rat's nest. Like me, he hadn't had a haircut in a couple of months and it was getting pretty long. I got up and got a hairbrush from my dresser, then sat behind Joey and began to brush his hair. I'd done the same a few times for women I've dated, but this felt different. A soothing, contented feeling washed over me that I couldn't quite place at first, but finally identified as coming from my beast self. It was grooming its mate.
I worked on his hair, stroking carefully so's not to jerk his head, until it was an even glossy curtain of black. I ran a palm down it. Perfect. How to keep it that way?
"Hold on a sec," I said. I stood up and went to the watch box on my dresser. I dug out a rubber-bandy barrette that had been in there for so long I couldn't remember who had left it. I came back, gathered Joey's hair into a ponytail and slipped it on. His hair was just long enough for it to hold. There.
I planted a kiss on his shoulder. "How you doin', Joey?"
"Great, Daniel." He slid his hand down my thigh and turned to look up at me with a little grin. "What are we going to do now?"
I nudged the ponytail aside and leaned over to run my tongue up the back of his neck. I nuzzled his ear, then breathed on it and gave him a gentle nip. "It's your choice. What do you want to do?"
Joey tilted his head back until his cheek was rubbing against my own. He turned to whisper in my ear. "I want you to fuck me, Daniel."
Yowser, that got my attention. Was doggie ready for more action?
Oh, yeah.
We were both up to Mohs ten again before I'd shucked all my clothes. I picked Joey up and carried him to my bed, then lowered him down to the mattress. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over him, licking across the curve of his pecs. Joey's hand reached out to settle around my prick, gripping it snug and firm, running his thumb in a tight little circle around the slit at the tip. My tongue rasped across the sharp ridge of a nipple and I sucked it between my teeth, teasing it with my tongue. He gasped, and the grip on my dick tightened.
I released his nipple and gently blew on it. With one hand I reached down to give his own dick a welcome squeeze while with the other I pulled open the bed stand drawer and began fishing around for a condom.
`Shit." I leaned over the drawer to peer inside. We'd hit a stumbling block.
"Is this okay, Daniel?"
"Yeah, sure." I didn't want Joey to think that I was squeamish about ass-fucking. I've done it before with a lot of women. Some of them had been more into it than vaginal intercourse. "But I don't have any condoms."
Joey's eyebrows arched in question.
"We can't do this without a condom." Wow -- talk about a transformation. In five seconds I'd gone from passionate lover to older sibling lecturing about responsible sex. Even as the words came out of my mouth I felt myself wincing. The irony of the situation was obvious as a runaway semi.
Joey giggled. "Daniel, you're a werewolf."
"Yeah, so?"
"So you can't get VD, and you can't spread it either. We're okay."
Right. A part of me wanted to insist on a condom anyway, just because I didn't want my younger brother to develop sloppy habits. But my inner wolf wasn't interested in contemplating Joey having sex with anyone else. I could almost hear the snarl.
So I reached back into the drawer and pulled out a jar of my favorite jack-off jelly: Vaseline. Since I wouldn't be wearing latex, tonight we could go retro.
I flicked the lid off with my thumb and stationed the open jar on the edge of the bed stand. Then I bent down to give Joey a kiss. Without breaking the kiss, I maneuvered my body until I was fully stretched out on top of him and our doggies were giving each other a hello nuzzle.
I slid my arms under Joey and rolled us together until I was the one on the mattress and he was on top of me. My hands slid down to settle onto the smooth globes of his ass. When I say smooth I mean it: I was holding a hairless perfect hemisphere in each hand. I squeezed, feeling the firm resilience of the muscles beneath that latté skin. Oh, yeah.
Not releasing the kiss, I reached over and scooped up a glob of Vaseline on my middle finger. I slid my index finger across the cheek of his ass like I was tracing a world globe searching for the capital of Monrovia. Didn't find it, but I did find Joey's crack. I burrowed into it until I was touching his asshole and guided that middle finger in with its greasy payload.
Joey broke the kiss and arched his head back with a soft gasp as my middle finger slid in all the way to the knuckle. I almost gasped myself. My brother was even smoother and slicker on the inside than he was on the outside. This was going to be incredible.
I rotated my finger a few times, spreading the Vaseline around, and then pulled out to pick up another payload, this round with two fingers. This time instead of a gasp Joey sucked in a long hissing breath.
Worried I was hurting him, I froze. My brother raised himself up onto his hands and knees and pushed back on my fingers, slowly gyrating his hips. Guess not.
Joey reached over and scooped up his own handful of jack-off jelly. He grabbed my dick and ran his fingers up and down the shaft, smearing it with Vaseline. A groan slipped out of me. He grinned. Taking my dick in his hand, he tilted it back till it was pointing at the ceiling like a rocket ready to launch. I slid my fingers out of his butt and pulled the cheeks apart.
Joey lowered his hips until the lips of his asshole were kissing the tip of my dick. He looked up to lock gazes with me and, with a long drawn-out sigh, slowly sat down. My dick slipped between those smooth gorgeous cheeks and just kept going up, up, up into his ass as he slid down, down, down to settle onto my lap.
Oh. Fucking. God. My cock was sheathed in the tightest, most form-fitting suit of Joey-flesh imaginable. His ass was pressing into it everywhere. I mean everywhere.
Joey took another scoop of Vaseline and began to jack his own dick. His eyes were half-closed; a glimmer of sweat beaded his forehead and upper lip. With his hair out of the way his face looked broader, the cheekbones more pronounced. It was a beautifully androgynous face. Someday I'll really have to paint him.
Resting his free hand on my chest, Joey began to rock tentatively back and forth. Oh ... yeah. I concentrated on taking slow, even breaths. Joey settled in, making himself more comfortable. The rocking became more assured.
Okay, time for me to get more involved. I pushed myself upright and bent my knees, like I was doing a sit-up with Joey on my lap. I slid my hands around him and pulled him close. Joey stopped jacking and wrapped his own arms around me. We kissed again.
As Joey continued to rock up and down, playing teeter-totter on my dick, I began to roll my pelvis forward and back with a matching rhythm. Up went Joey's ass, down went my hips; up came my hips, down came his ass to meet them. Yeah. Between his rocking and my rolling we had us a sweet melody going.
Joey expanded the act by bringing in vocals. He began with soft moans and gasps. They grew in volume, turning into full-throated cries. You'd never guess it by how softly he normally talks, but my little brother's got some pipes on him. I can still remember his howls waking me up at night when he was a baby. Mercedes must have spent hours rocking him back to sleep. Eighteen years later, Joey's rocking away on his older brother's hips and once again making a racket. This time it's a whole lot less irritating.
Joey was leaning in so that his dick was rubbing up and down against my stomach. I was starting to feel the heat in my abs -- talk about exercising the core -- but the fire in my dick was hotter. Joey was so fucking hot. Fucking Joey was so fucking hot. There was only one way this song was going to end.
At times in the past I've had conversations with friends about women faking orgasms. I didn't believe it, but there'd always been that tiny thread of doubt. Maybe guys really are just dumb Neanderthals, fooled by women for the protection of our male egos. So, here's one advantage to sex with another man: there's absolutely no doubt about whether or not the orgasm is real. The evidence is tangible.
Joey's song crescendoed to a climactic staccato wail. Pearls of stringy jism arced from the pisshole of his dick to spill across my chest. This being round two, it didn't go much higher than my nipples, but the quantity was greater than I expected.
He let out a final wail and sat down hard in my lap, grinding my dick into him. His asshole clenched around me and, between that and the song of his orgasm, he pushed me over the edge. I went off myself, clutching him tight and howling out my own cumming in short hacking cries.
We stilled together. I pulled him close. My chest, drenched in sweat and semen, was pressed against his; I could feel his pounding heart. Joey laid his head down on my shoulder. Together we tilted and fell over onto the bed, landing on our sides. My softening dick was still inside him.
We lay there for a long time in a drowsy warm afterglow. I ran my hand up and down Joey's back, counting and recounting his vertebrae. His eyes were closed and his face looked so serene. This part felt as good as the sex, just laying there touching Joey's skin and breathing in his scent. I closed my eyes and must have drifted asleep for a few minutes.
I opened them to find Joey watching me, his amber eyes just inches from my own. His expression was solemn.
"Hey, Joey," I whispered.
"Hi, Daniel," he whispered back. He lifted a hand and very gently touched my cheek. "You're beautiful."
"God -- so are you."
I reached up to capture his hand and brought it to my lips. I nibbled on his fingertips, ran my tongue lightly across his palm.
Joey sighed. Against my stomach I felt his penis twitch and begin to stir. His ass clenched lightly around my dick. Joey leaned in for a kiss. As I slurped down on his tongue his ass squeezed again and I felt my own penis starting to grow inside him.
Were we up for another? Hell, Joey's a teenager and I'm a werewolf. We were good to go with a whole night ahead of us.
Round three was slow and gentle. I don't know how long it lasted, but it seemed like forever. My cock moved in and out of Joey like the surf washing over a velvet-sanded beach. The tangy saltiness of him was a rolling ocean spray. The tide came in slowly, the waves cresting higher and higher until they broke, crashing around us, washing over us in foaming runnels leaving wetness on my chest, wetness on my cheeks.
Wait -- on my cheeks? Surely that couldn't be cum. Joey couldn't possibly have shot that far. I opened my eyes. It wasn't cum; it was tears. He was crying.
They didn't look like tears of joy.
"What is it?" I'd upset him. Christ, I'm such a dickhead. "Is this happening too fast? It's my fault. I'm sorry, Joey. I'm sorry."
"No, no, Daniel." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "This was great -- really, it was great. It's Doctor Fellers."
"Fellers? What about him?"
"He's dead."
"What?"
"He just died, Daniel."
I had no idea how Joey knew, but I believed him.
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Well, well, well. The good doctor will finally rest in peace. What a tragedy. Of course, his death also wipes away any remnants of the contractual agreement we made. But that's for the future. Right now it seems appropriate to simply pause and savor the moment. Daniel has consummated his love for his brother. His beast self has finally obtained what it's hungered for since he acquired the moon gift. Even more, he's at last found the welcome harbor that his human self has been seeking for years. Joey really is his perfect mate. Truly, isn't it heart-achingly sweet?
What will he do, do you think, when I rip it all away?
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