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Chapter Two
The next morning, David woke up early and soon felt in a state of shock at finding himself exposed under his blanket. He remembered how horny he has been before he went to sleep, but being the good son of the Haley family, he would never have jerked off right in the middle of the Conner's living room where anyone could've walked in and caught him. No, he would have used a locked bathroom, unlike his brother, Mark, who he'd walked in on more than once and caught his older brother beating off like it was no big deal. Not that David would complain... No, actually, he did complain, loudly, that Mark should lock the door if he was going to do that. But even though he complained, a part of David enjoyed seeing his bad ass older brother with nine inches of thick meat in his fist...
No. He shook his head to get the image of a naked Mark out of his head and quickly jumped up to pull his clothes back on properly. His daydreaming had pretty much made him forget that he was wondering how he'd gotten into such a state in the first place.
David stumbled groggily to the kitchen and immediately dosed his face with water. His mind still wondered loosely why he woke barely dressed. What was he doing last night? He remembered a dream. Well, bits and pieces of it, but the parts he could remember were amazing. A hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing teen prick. A warm, wet tongue bathing his body. He groaned deeply at the thought and slowly stroked his growing erection through his pajama bottoms as he he hunched over the sink.
"Morning, David!"
Shit, he thought to himself as he quickly removed his hand from his cloth-covered dick. The bright and chipper voice startled him and he straightened up but dared not turn around, as his pajama bottoms were obscenely tented and the last thing he wanted was for DJ to see his throbbing erection. Mr. And Mrs. Conner, he reasoned, know how growing boys are, and Darlene has seen it before many times, taunting him to no end. But DJ wasn't even a teenager yet. What would he think? Could he even get hard? Of course he can, you idiot, David chided himself. But did he know what to do with it? Could he even cum?
The briefest image of a naked DJ flashed through his head. The preteen's soft, smooth skin, that hard, young cock no bigger than the size of David's thumb... What the fuck, David? He mentally slapped himself. He'd seen DJ naked before, running from the bathroom soaked in water when the shower pipe had broken. He was sure DJ had been up to something stupid in there, but he didn't have time to pay attention to a naked boy or what he was doing because he was too busy trying to shut the water off and come up with an explanation when Mr. and Mrs. Conner got home. At the time, he'd just thought it was kind of funny. Now, he was seeing DJ's glistening skin, the droplets of water cascading off his lithe frame, his soft dick swinging...
The noise of DJ rummaging through the refrigerator mercifully brought David back to reality and he quickly took the chance to grab a seat at the kitchen table, pulling himself as far up to it as possible to hide what had become a painfully hard erection.
Why was he even thinking these thoughts. He'd never really thought about the kid that way before... Not really. Well, he thought he was cute in more than a little kid sort of way. He'd wondered once or twice how good he would look when he got to David's age if he looked that cute now... But that wasn't like these weird daydreams you're having now, you sick fucker, he told himself harshly to try to snap out of it.
He looked to the refrigerator and saw DJ bent over, still searching for something and David couldn't help noticing the thin material of DJ's sleep shorts clinging to his round little preteen ass...
Shit! How is it I'm starting to find that so fucking sexy, he thought to himself. He'd seen DJ loads of time and never had this reaction. Whatever happened last night was just fucking with his mind, he thought. He tried to focus on something else, but there really wasn't anything so he just kept his head in his hands, his eyes shut tight in an effort to keep his mind from straying back to the erotic images that were assaulting his brain.
After a minute, DJ finally stood up. "Here we go!" he said, pulling out two bottles of orange juice and turning towards the table.
David raised his head when he heard the refrigerator door shut, and he saw DJ's smiling face for the first time that morning. The sight of that face triggered something in him. In his mind's eye, he saw DJ looking up at him, but from a very different angle. He saw the young boy with his lips stretched obscenely around David's fat teen cock, his head bobbing up and down as his small hands slid up and down David's bare torso. His body tingled as he imagined what it must be like to feel those soft lips sliding along on his huge teenage cock.
He moaned, eyes clenched tightly shut. That is so wrong, he realized, unable to believe what his traitorous mind was making him think.
DJ was still standing there staring at him weirdly.
"You okay?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, sorry, Deej." David quickly rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just didn't sleep well last night."
"Oh," DJ said, looking guilty. "Well, I gotta go do something..." His words trailed off as he backed out of the kitchen and took off back upstairs.
"Yeah," David said, barely paying attention to the kid as he left. He was too wrapped up in wondering what the fuck was going on with him. Why was his mind suddenly being so warped? It was probably just stress from moving away from his abusive mom combined with the horniness of not being g able to beat off last night, something he did multiple times before bed when he was at his own home. At least that's what he reasoned.
But some of if was so real, so vivid. Like it was more a memory than a fantasy. Especially when he thought about DJ giving him that blowjob in the middle of the Conners' living room where anyone could walk in and see it. And when he imagined what might happen if he actually did let DJ suck him off... He shuddered at the possibilities.
I wonder how good his mouth would feel... "Fuck!" He got up from the table and rushed to up the stairs to the bathroom. Once inside, he sat on the closed toilet lid and shoved his pajama bottoms to his ankles, taking hold of his throbbing dick in one hand and groaning as he stroked his already swollen dickhead fiercely. His legs spread slightly as he envisioned himself getting his dick sucked by the adorable 12 year old. He didn't know why he was having these warped thoughts and, right now, he didn't give a fuck. His brain was just an extension of his raging boner. All it wanted to do was cum. He groaned again as he jacked his dick faster.
His swollen balls screamed for relief as he leaned his head back, his eyes shut tightly, his tongue hanging out lewdly and moaning unintelligibly as he saw the 12 year old boy sucking him off in his mind's eye. His hand sliding rapidly up and down his hard shaft felt better than he could ever remember as he imagined his tight fist was DJ's warm throat swallowing him.
It only took seconds for the thick creamy jets of semen to erupt from his dickhead and all over the front of his shirt, his face, and his hair. If he'd looked up, a sticky jet of cum even hit the wall and slowly leaked down. As his orgasm subsided, his body became limp and he slumped back, sighing deeply as he shook his head in disbelief at what brought him to that amazing climax. What the hell was wrong with him?
He shook his head as he wiped his forehead, noticing just then the cum on his face. His heart rate had slowed considerably by now and the heat in his cheeks had dissipated. He could think straight again, he hoped in more ways than one. Then he noticed the door was slightly open. He thought he'd shut it. He was almost certain. After looking out into the hallway, he made sure to shut and lock the door. He needed a shower badly. The horniness was gone, but he needed the relaxation that only a long hot shower could provide.
Meanwhile, an eye was peering through the old-fashioned keyhole in the bathroom door as David stripped naked and stepped under the hot spray of water. DJ's spying eye was glued to David's 16-year-old frame as the water cascaded over him. DJ was rubbing his hard boy-cock frantically through his shorts until his show was cut short by David closing the shower curtain.
Just the sight of that sexy, hard teenage body had him panting like crazy. He desperately wanted to strip naked and crawl into the shower behind David and worship his body. If only he hadn't locked the door. DJ wondered if he'd have the nerve to go in. If David got upset, he could always make up something, like he thought his mom turned the shower on for him like she usually does... If only David hadn't locked that door.
DJ went defeated back to his room and plopped down on his bed. Now that his spy session had been crushed, he was back to feeling normal again. Except for the boner. But what else was new.
It wasn't the first time he'd spied on David through that keyhole hoping to see something. Or David's older brother, Mark, the hot motorcycle-riding boyfriend of his oldest sister. Or any other guy that was even halfway hot that came into their house. Until watching David today, it was always nothing more than seeing a guy fish out his soft cock and taking a piss, but it has always been enough to fuel tons of DJ's fantasies.
He shoved his hand down his shorts as he lay back on his bed thinking about all the guys and what those cocks would look like when they got as hard as David's was last night. Now that he'd gotten his first taste of cock, a grown cock at that, well teen cock at least, he imagined what it would feel like, what it would taste like to suck on every cock he spied on. A high pitched moan left his lips as his fist pumped roughly on his young dick while he imagined his mouth filled with adult cock.
He imagined his mouth stretched around a huge dick, maybe of Mr. Hill, his tall muscular Native American teacher, and then how that big cock would finally explode deep down his throat. His hips rocked rhythmically as he pumped his fist fast and furious.
There were so many things he wanted to try; so many taboo things he wanted to experience with the older boys. And there were lots of them around here. Lots of horny guys who had a massive thing for kids and teens. And lots of willing victims like DJ who wanted to be used. He imagined himself with David and Mr. Hill at the same time, getting fucked good and hard. They would take turns giving him what he wanted most; their massive dicks.
His boy cock pulsed and jerked violently as he rode the wave of an earth-shattering orgasm, the clear liquid of his immature climax covering his hand in its sweetness. He lay there a moment basking in the afterglow before pulling his underwear and shorts back on. It was still early. No school today though, thankfully.
He heard the shower turn off and knew David was soon to exit the bathroom. He knew David would be leaving his shirt and pajama bottoms in the hamper and DJ had to get a whiff of them before they hit the washer. Those same clothes he slept in last night with his teen sweat embedded in it and the scent not only of the dried cum DJ wasn't able to lick up last nit, but the fresh load David blasted out not too long ago while DJ was spying on him.
DJ stood in his doorway, peering around the corner to wait for David to leave the bathroom. When the teen exited, however, DJ's lust came back at seeing David clad only in a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his hair still damp and hanging in dark curls over his face, droplets of water still on his taut, smooth skin. He felt so drawn to David, especially now, seeing his bare, damp flesh, that DJ's feet dragged him into the hallway.
As soon as David turned towards the stairs, heading down to find his suitcase full of clothes, still left packed, DJ sprinted, falling forward, accidentally on purpose, into David. The young boy let himself fall as gracelessly as he could, grabbing and clawing at David in what appeared to be an attempt not to fall flat on his face. As he did, he managed to grab onto David's towel, yanking it from his waist as he hit the floor.
David, obviously startled by DJ's unexpected attack, stood there in shock, not even registering that he was completely exposed. DJ rolled onto his back and stared up at David's naked form, his wide eyes traveling from the smiling, bewildered face, down his lightly muscled chest and abs, to the V-line leading to his thick teen cock and heavy balls resting above his thick thighs.
Seeing him like this, completely exposed, DJ just stared, his mouth hanging open. Despite his usual baggy clothes and his geeky personality, David was in much better shape underneath it all than he appeared. How he managed it when all he seemed to do was sit around drawing comics was anyone's guess.
In the couple of seconds that it took for DJ to fall, roll over, and gape at him, David finally realized that the young boy had ripped his towel loose as he fell and he blushed deep as he reached to snatch his towel back from DJ.
"Sorry, Deej! I thought you saw me coming!" He said as he fumbled nervously to wrap the fabric back over his assets.
DJ looked up at him shyly. "I didn't mean to...but wow!" he said, licking his lips.
David chuckled nervously. "Well, thanks."
"You look amazing" DJ said breathlessly.
"I...uh..." David stammered. "Yeah...thanks. Look, I better go get dressed. I'll catch you later!"
David rushed down the stairs as fast as he could without running. After everything his twisted brain had been doing to him that morning, he desperately needed to get away from the staring eyes of the younger boy.
DJ couldn't believe what he'd just done, invading David's personal space, grabbing his towel and exposing him. That David wasn't pissed gave DJ confidence that maybe he could push things further. The previous night, getting to explore David's body, was a dream come true. But, looking at him just then, being able to see him completely naked... DJ wanted more and he was going to figure out how to get it.