This story was originally posted in January 2000 in the Beginnings section on Nifty. There have been some minor sentence structure changes, but the content of the story essentially remains the same. Additionally, new chapters will be posted in an effort to complete the story after all previous chapters have been posted.
This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of legal age, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author. Comments or questions regarding this story may be addressed to Scotty Yates and sent via email to yatessg@yahoo.com. (c) 2000 by the author
This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are based on experiences of my friends or drawn from similar personal experience in my own background. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
POOR WHITE TRASH By Scotty Yates
Chapter 7
This body was so very soft, almost like a babies skin. Isn't a guy's skin supposed to be rough? Then why does Brandon feel so soft? Oh yeah!!! I knew it was Brandon. My mind registered his scent immediately. It could be nobody else. There was absolutely no question who it was.
His back was to me with my left arm under him and my right arm over him with my wrists crossed hugging him into me. My lips were touching his neck ever so softly. I was unconsciously caressing him with my lips. He tasted good!!!
My entire body was pressed against his body with every accessible contact point in contact with him. God, it felt wonderful!!!! Did I even think about what he would think or say if he woke up and felt me up against him with my hands roving very slowly and lightly over his chest? NOPE!!! I was unconcerned. I was lost in my efforts to explore him. Did I even consider what he had done to me? Not on your life!!! It was if everything before this moment had not existed. What about him being my cousin? Didn't even cross my mind.
No, I couldn't see him because of the darkness of the room, but the vivid picture being painted in my mind by every part of my body touching him was enough. He is beautiful. His stomach, even in sleep, spoke volumes as to the six-pack he had developed. His abs were solid and, oh God, those nipples were awesome. I very gently began fondling those luscious little mountains of flesh. I could feel the hair on his chest, and very cautiously and faintly ran my fingers through it. I could feel the hair as it tapered down into his belly button and then into his silk boxers. I didn't know they were silk then, but I sure found out later. Just touching the hair since chills throughout my body.
As I caressed his chest, I was kissing his neck and shoulders with soft butterfly kisses. I could taste him and I let my lips find their way as they wandered. I was in heaven.
Suddenly, I realized that my 7 and 1/2 inch uncut manhood was straining to get out of my briefs. It felt like my penis was buried between those beautiful ass cheeks I remembered staring at from the walk up the staircase. Not only was it buried between those cheeks, but I was moving very slowly back and forth in very short strokes. Jerking myself off had never felt this good!!! I was oblivious to everything, but the feel and closeness of Brandon's body.
I kept moving my hands and my body, all the while insensitive to everything but the sensations of his body touching mine. I moved my left hand up and touched his neck. Slowly touching and caressing it. Then I moved on up to his chin and then those soft lips. I could feel the soft warm air being exhaled from his body in very even breaths. Thankfully he hadn't awakened.
I moved my other hand down to his waist and then along his hip. God he feels so wonderful!!! I moved on down his thigh and again felt that soft curly fur covering his legs. After gently playing with his hair, I then began to move back up his body.
I wanted so much to touch his penis, but something stopped me. I just couldn't do it. For some reason I wanted that first contact to be when we both were fully aware. It just didn't feel right to touch him there.
I continued caressing him for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a short time. It definitely was not boring. I began to feel the pre-cum that had been leaking from my penis making my briefs wet. Suddenly my cum exploded into my briefs. I immediately pulled back away from Brandon's body not wanting him to feel the sticky cum as it shot into my briefs. I pulled my right hand off his body and grabbed at my manhood trying to prevent any of the cum from getting on Brandon.
I laid there holding myself, all of the time breathing heavily from the awesome climax I had just experienced. It had never felt so good!!! When my breathing was back to normal, I very slowly pulled my left arm out from under Brandon. He never stirred, but just laid there very relaxed in his deep sleep.
I couldn't imagine him sleeping through what had just happened, but he had. In my dreamy relaxed state, I thought wouldn't it be heavenly if this had been real and we had been awake. With that thought fleeting across my brain, I sat bolt upright. I wasn't asleep! It had been real! Oh NO!!!! Why had I allowed my body to take control? MY heart and body were demanding the closeness and touch of Brandon, but my mind was screaming. NO! NO! NO!
I know that you thought I was just a naive little boy about sex, but you are wrong. Ever since I became a man (about the age of 13), I had been making it almost a daily occurrence for me to jerk off and think about making love with Brandon. I will admit it began as just satisfying the normal sexual urges of a boy. I don't really recall when I started thinking in terms of loving him. It just progressed over time.
I inched my way out of the bed. Feeling my clothes on the floor where I had dropped them the night before, I picked them up and started walking towards the bathroom. I could just barely make out the door in the faint light available. While walking to the bathroom I walked into my backpack and laundry bag, which we had placed there the night before. Picking them up I quickly moved into the bathroom.
After closing the door very quietly and softly, I turned on the light and saw in the mirror the extensive damage done by my little escapade. The front of my shorts were totally soaked with my cum. The sticky white cum had seeped through my shorts and was also all over my hand.
I quickly stripped down and saw the creamy white cum all over my lower stomach and the light golden brown public hairs around my penis. Oh what a mess I had made!!! I turned on the water and washed my hands. Then I grabbed a washcloth and began trying to clean myself up. I thought about taking a shower, but quickly rejected that idea, as I was sure the noise would awaken Brandon. I didn't want to be caught by him in this predicament. Needless to say my manhood had now returned to it normal size.
After getting cleaned up and drying off, I pulled out my last clean pair of briefs and put them on. I then got out my clean shirt and jeans and put them on. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 4:30 a.m. Just about my normal rising time.
Ok, now what was I going to do? Yeah, I must admit I briefly thought about running away, but my sense of honor and training kicked in to fast. The thought barely entered my mind before it was rejected. If Brandon hadn't awakened from all my touching of his body, then I could be fairly sure he was sound asleep? What should I do?
Laundry!!! Maybe I could find the laundry room and get my laundry done before anyone woke up. If I didn't, how would I explain my not having any more clean clothes to Brandon?
I put my dirty clothes in my laundry bag and then picked up my backpack. I walked out of the bathroom into the other bedroom adjoining the bathroom allowing Brandon to continue sleeping undisturbed in the bed we had shared. Finding the door, I then went out in the hallway. Thankfully, there was light on in the hallway. I walked back to the stairs and down to the entry area. I had no idea where to go from there, but figured the laundry room would be somewhere in the back of the house. I walked down the hallway opening each door as I went. I shortly came to the kitchen and saw other doors leading out the other side. Luckily, I was right in assuming the laundry room was off the kitchen. After trying a couple of doors I found not only the laundry room, but another bathroom that could also be reached from the outside.
I entered the laundry room and quickly dumped my clothes out on a cabinet. I sorted them by color and whites, remember I didn't have to many clothes, and then put the colored clothes in the washer. I decided I might as well start with a clean slate so I stripped down to my briefs and threw my shirt and jeans in with the others. I grabbed a pair of dirty white shorts that I usually wore around the house and put them on. While my colored clothes were washing, I decided to take a quick tour of the outside.
I opened the outside door and walked out onto a patio. It was huge. There were some lounge chairs sitting there which appeared to be very comfortable. I definitely would remember them. On the other side of the patio was the biggest swimming pool I had ever seen. The water was crystal clear and appeared to be shimmering. I walked round the pool thinking how nice and refreshing it would be to relax and enjoy that water in the hot Florida afternoons, that is assuming I was going to be given some free time. Since I had no idea really what was going to be expected of me, I had no idea what I was going to be able to enjoy. Surely they would give me some free time. Hopefully the pool and patio wouldn't be off limits to me. Given my reception the night before by Mr. and Mrs. Deveraux, it appeared I was not going to be treated as shabbily as I had been previously anticipating. But how was I going to treated?
I went back to the laundry room and moved my colored clothes into the dryer. I then put my whites in the washer. Oh hell, I might as well go all the way with this so I stripped off my shorts and briefs leaving me completely naked. I turned on the washer and then went into the bathroom and grabbing a towel wrapping it around myself. I sure didn't want anybody to walk in on me like that.
I then went back outside and sat down on one of those lounge chairs. I looked out at the beautiful night sky full of twinkling stars. It was so beautiful. It reminded me of Brandon's eyes. That of course led me to think back on what had happened a short time earlier. Oh yeah, Little Billy Joe was quickly coming back to attention. I was almost asleep when I heard the buzzer go off on the dryer.
I jumped up and ran back into the laundry room. I unloaded my clean clothes and then put in the whites, which had completed washing into the dryer. I quickly folded my now clean clothes and put them in a basket I found there. Since my whites were now drying and it was beginning to get light outside I decided to take advantage of the adjoining shower. I stepped into the bathroom, dropped the towel, and decided to take care of my morning rituals. After that, I stepped up to the shower and turned on the water. It was instantly warm. I moved into the shower and began to soap myself up. Again Little Billy Joe came to attention.
I sighed deeply as I felt the tension, which had developed as I had been thinking about my situation slowly easing out of my shoulders and back. My mind drifted to more enjoyable thoughts of Brandon and what we could be doing.
I imagined Brandon standing behind me rubbing my neck and shoulders,.... Mmmmmmmm .... I thought of his gentle roaming hands, as I took the soap and began to rub it into the curly golden brown pubic hairs from which my penis grew. Moaning softly at the pleasant feeling of my manhood growing, filling with blood, I worked the soap into a thick lather. The creamy soap lather worked as an excellent lube as I began to jerk my 7 1/2 inch uncut penis. My skin was smooth and soft over the rock hard shaft and was tantalized by the touch of my hand sliding slowly up and down using the thumb to brush the head on each stroke.
I imagined Brandon begin to gently kiss my neck as his hands roamed down my v-shaped back, kneading and molding the muscles. I ran my fingertips over the swollen head of my tool, sending electric shivers throughout my entire body. I began to jerk a little faster and squeezing tighter. Brandon fondled the firm globes of my bubble butt. He squeezed and lifted my ass cheeks, slowly pulling them apart. My right hand flew up and down on my manhood, continuing to use my thumb to caress the head at each pass.
I reached behind myself with my left hand to my firm ass imagining it was Brandon as I thrust my index finger into my tight hole as far as it would go. Instantly my cheeks clamped down hard on my finger as my orgasm rolled throughout my entire body. My manhood pulsed and jumped in my hand as jet after jet of creamy cum sprayed across the tile floor and wall. With my heart beating rapidly and muscles twitching, I almost dropped to the floor. I leaned against the wall and slowly came back to my senses. I couldn't believe it. Less than an hour ago I had had the greatest orgasm I have ever experience and now again. I was feeling absolutely wonderful. Any tension remaining had completely drained from my body.
I rinsed off thinking about the most exhilarating jerk session I had ever had. Previous experience had never given me this kind of high or total enjoyment. Since we only had the outside shower, I had always had my sessions in bed. Jerking off in the shower was a totally new experience for me. I couldn't imagine how much better the real thing could be. It felt so good. But the feelings I had just experienced were greater than any I had ever had. What am I going to do? I can't control myself.
I stepped out of the shower and stood before the full-length mirror. My body was muscular from all the physical training and farm work I had done, but lacked the definition of a serious weight lifter. I definitely had a six-pack, but not overly stated. I thought I looked good, but nothing exceptional. My light golden brown hair was kept cut medium length in a typical preppie style allowing the front to fall across my forehead when dry. I didn't think of myself as being cute, but I definitely wasn't ugly or even offensive looking. My skin, a light golden color was clear and soft looking with only a very light fuzz of hair on my chest, arms and legs. I really wasn't bad looking.
I dried myself off, and then I walked out of the bathroom and pulled my clothes out of the dryer. I grabbed a pair of briefs which I put on, and then my jeans, socks and a shirt. I quickly folded my whites and put them into the basket with my other clothes. I put my laundry bag on top of the clothes along with my backpack.
Just as I did, I heard someone say, "Who the hell are you?"
I turned around and there stood this rather short old lady with gray hair. She had fire in hers eyes, and I knew instinctively I needed to calm her down or I was going to be in serious trouble.
I said, "I'm sorry. My name is Billy Joe. Brandon brought me here late last night. I woke up and didn't know what to do, so I decided to get my laundry done so I would have some clean clothes. I didn't mean to wake you or do any damage."
There was a look of awe, which came over her face. She looked at me, and then moved her eyes down my body and back up to my face again. I saw a huge smile come across her face as she said, "So you are Billy Joe. I have heard about you for ages, and now I have seen you. No wonder he always talks about you. You are gorgeous!"
I was shocked by her obvious admiration. I said, "Thank you." Who talks about me all the time?
"You don't have to do your own laundry. Just send it down the chute. We'll take care of it and get it back to you all nicely done up. Do you want some breakfast? It will take me about 20 minutes if you don't mind waiting that long. That is if you aren't one of those silly kids who only eats cold cereal."
I smiled at her and said, "No, I lived on a farm, and have always eaten a good hearty breakfast. But maybe I should wait until Brandon is up and see what he wants me to do."
She just smiled and said, "OK, It's up to you."
"I guess I better get up to my room before Brandon wakes up. I'll see you later for that breakfast if you don't mind."
With that I picked up the basket and walked out of the laundry room and into the kitchen. I then returned the way I had come earlier. Entering again using the entrance of the bedroom, which was adjoined by the bathroom to the bedroom in which I had left Brandon sleeping. I was afraid I would awaken Brandon if I tried to open the door of the bedroom we had slept in.
After cautiously and silently walking back into the bedroom where Brandon and I had slept, I sat my basket down on the floor and then walked over to one of the high backed blue chairs in the corner of the bedroom and sat down. With the light shining in the through the window I could now see Brandon clearly. He was uncovered down to his waist. God was he ever beautiful. That's the only way I could describe him. His chest had a beautiful set of abs and his six-pack was awesome. His skin was golden brown with that black fuzzy hair on his chest and running down into the covers. His face was all-aglow with a warm dreamy look as he slept. His jet-black hair was all ruffled from sleep. I couldn't stop looking at him. Just think an hour ago I was touching and caressing that beautiful body.
I don't know how long I had been sitting there looking at him, but it didn't seem very long to me. He turned over facing away from me as I sat in the chair in the corner. When he did, he moved his arm over and would have pulled me into him if I had still been in bed. When his arm did not find me, he bolted up out of the bed yelling "BILLY JOE." And jumped up out of bed and took off running. He flung open the door of the bedroom and ran into the hallway without even looking in my direction.