Sunday, July 10, 2011

Summer Sleepovers

Hot summer nights. Sleep over at Jeff Henry’s. He’s in bed. I’m on the floor. Each just in our underwear. We talk in the dark. About sports. About girls. Our dicks. “I’m so hard thinking about…” Some long forgotten girl. He won’t stop chatting. Every now and again his dad will shout out from the living room to go to sleep.


Eventually, his dad will come in and flip on the lights. Mr. Henry’s a stocky man. Not fat. Muscular. Handsome in a rough way. Furry. With a big package. Usually stands there in nothing but his tighty-whities. Jeff still keeps talking.

I know why. I’ve slept over a dozen or so times. Since I was 11 or 12.

About 20 minutes after we’re out, Mr. Henry comes in. Thinks we’re asleep. Well, thinks I’m asleep. Crawls into Jeff’s bed.

There are quiet whispers. Gentle whispers. Whispered protest. Whimper. Then soft sucking sounds. His dad grunts when he cums. A little too loud. Like he wants me to wake up. I lay still.


The first time Jeff protested to his dad I was still awake. Mr. Henry calls my name. I know to lay still. Play dead. “See? Asleep. C’mon boy…” slurp. slurp. slurp…

His dad leaves. Jeff cries quietly into his pillow. I know the feeling. I have a brother with needs, too. I know the shame of desire. Of enjoying it. I quietly crawl in with him. Hold him. He's hard. I tell him it's okay. I tell him I understand. The first time he cries himself to sleep in my arms.

We never speak of it in the daylight.

Next time. He doesn’t cry. I still hold him. We’re on our sides. Me behind. I try not to press against him. I’m hard. He pushes back. Feels it. We just lay there. When he’s asleep, I jack off.

Third time. Holding him. Hard. He reaches back and plays with it. I play with his dick. I try to get him to blow me. Only if I do him. We argue over who goes first. We settle on 69ing. He cums first.


It progresses.

Fourth. He reaches back. I pull up his leg. I start fingering his hole. He protests. I tell him it’s okay. I tell him I won’t tell. He pushes me away.

Next morning. Just before dawn. I’m on the floor. I get up to get dressed. He makes a comment about next time. I tell him I don’t think I’m coming back. He asks why. I shrug. I tell him I won’t tell anyone about “…stuff.” He nods.

I turn to leave. He pulls me close. “I’m sorry.” He’s choked up. “My dad…” He stops. He knows he can’t talk about it. But he knows I know. “I promised…” he stops. I nod. I tell him it’s okay. “I just thought we were best friends…” It’s a manipulative move. It’s a dick move. It works.

I make him run naked to the kitchen for Crisco. He takes forever. He couldn’t find it. “It was way in the back of the pantry behind the oil.” Makes me laugh. Who fucking cares where it was? He gets on the bed. I turn him around. Knees just on the edge. He faces away. “Will it hurt?” I lie and say “no.”


He tries to stop me three or four times. I say what my brothers say to me: “shut the fuck up and take it like a man.” I grease up more. I push. Tell him to relax. Push. I’m in. He’s tight. It’s awesome. I tell him he feels amazing. I like it when my brothers tell me that. He likes it too. The groans of pain become more of a moan. Bitch is loving it.


The bed squeaks. We move to the floor. I put him on his back. There’s just enough light I can see his face. I love how he’s grabbing my arms. My sides. My neck... I’m looking into his eyes as I fuck him. He’s enjoying it. He’s enjoying me. I can literally feel the adoration flowing from this guy.


“How long have you been waiting for me to do this?” I huff into his ear. A long time. I ask if he’s loving it. He nods. I ask if he loves me. He nods harder. My dick swells. I can feel it building. I start fucking him as hard as I can. He let's out a deep moan. It's beautiful. I tell him I’m cumming in his ass. I feel my spunk pouring into him. My final thrust starts his orgasm. He spews out a big load of sperm onto his stomach.

I wipe up using his t-shirt. The room smells of sweat, shit and cum. And a bit of Crisco.

The next half a dozen times or so it plays out the same way: He blows his dad. After, I fuck his ass. The last night I spent the night was different.

MUCH different.

Jeff is lightly snoring. It’s only been about two minutes since he stopped talking. I get up to pee. Wander down the hall in the dark. Long pee in the dark. I miss the toilet on the first two blasts of pee. Aim slightly off. The rest is a loud roar of foam as I release into the middle of the bowl.

I walk out and hear “Gotta work on your aim” from the darkness of the living room. I see the soft glow of a cigarette. Mr. Henry is sitting in the big EZChair by the window. I tell him I’ll clean it up in the morning.

The light from the moon casts a long bright light along the floor. It just catches his knee. It makes it harder to see him in the dark. However, his underwear seems to glow slightly. As if it’s calling to me. He tells me I should be in bed. I tell him it’s hard to sleep in someone else’s house.
“You’ve never had a problem in the past…”

“I just pretend, hoping I will fall asleep.”


I step forward. The moonbeam hits me at waist level. My hard-on in my shorts is illuminated. No more pretending.

I’ve asked Jeff about his dad’s dick. He says it’s big. Thick, goopy load. I want it. I want it bad. I tell him Jeff’s asleep. Snoring. I’m scared he’s going to tell me to stop. I can’t stop. Won’t stop. I step forward. His hand touches my thigh. If he reaches for my dick, I know I’ll cum fast. I drop to my knees. Pull the elastic. His thick cock is in my mouth. I barely get it wet before Mr. Henry shoots.


Just like Jeff said: thick, goopy load. He lets out a slight gurgle as he releases. Swallow it all. I look up into the darkness for approval. Mr. Henry stands me up. Pulls me forward. Pulls down my shorts. They’re damp with precum. The way he’s pulling me throws me off balance. I’m standing on one leg, trying not to fall. I can barely concentrate on his swallowing my hairy dick. It takes me a few minutes to cum. I let loose quite a load. I drain into his throat.

I lean down. I’ve never thought of kissing Mr. Henry before. It seems right. His tongue is in my mouth. This is all too weird. I kiss back. Swirling my tongue around. I have no idea what I’m doing. I sit on his lap and we make out for a while.

Mr. Henry moves us quietly into the kitchen. A small nightlight by the breakfast table casts a yellow glow. We rub all over each other. We make out some more. He grabs my ass and squeezes. I’m hard again. Dripping a lot of precum. His finger probes my hole. I spread my legs…

He pushes me away and starts looking through a cabinet. Tells me he’s looking for Crisco. I tell him to look behind the oil in the pantry…


I lean over the cold counter as he enters me. It’s thick. Not enough grease so it hurts a little. I tell him to add more. I whimper when he tries to push in hard. A little more grease. I’m golden.

Mr. Henry goes slow for a few minutes. Rubbing my back. My leg. My neck. I ask him if it feels good. He grunts. He starts to pump faster. He’s going to cum again. I hold onto the corner for balance. His thrusting is causing my dick to bang into the counter. I can feel the precum oozing out. Mr. Henry grabs my arms as he nuts. He’s louder this time. The kitchen isn’t a quiet place. I’m sure someone will hear.

We stand there for a few minutes. His cock pulsing in my ass. Slowly he pulls out. He turns me to kiss him and feels my hardon. He drops down on his knees to finish me off. I close my eyes and let him slurp on my rod. Mr. Henry sucks cock better than his boy.


I’m getting ready to cum. I whisper that I’m close. He sucks harder. It feels so amazing. I start cumming in his mouth. It’s so intense I see stars and flashes of light. Then it feels funny. He’s not sucking me. I open my eyes.

The lights are on.

Jeff stands in the doorway. He just stares at us. I look down at his dad. Mr. Henry is looking at Jeff. Still holding my dick. I’m still pulsating spunk. It’s dribbling on his furry chest. We remain frozen for what feels like forever.


Jeff turns out the lights. Walks back to his room.

We remain frozen. I’m waiting for Mr. Henry to do something. Say something.

Nothing.

I grab a dish towel . Start cleaning up. Me. Then Mr. Henry. I clean up all the drippings. Put the Crisco away. Toss the towels into the washing machine. Mr. Henry just stands there.

When he finally speaks it’s in whispered freak-out. Worried Jeff will say something. I’ve had enough experience with sex with family to know that no one talks. “Go to bed and talk to him later.” Mr. Henry stumbles off.

Jeff lays there, his back to me. I try to talk to him but he tells me just to go to sleep.

Morning. Jeff tells me he doesn’t think I should sleep over anymore. He’s right. I’ve laid there all night thinking about it.

I don’t want to stay for breakfast but Mrs. Henry insists. It’s oddly quiet. The dishes are cleared. Mrs. Henry wonders what is all over her lower cabinet. In my haste-filled cleaning, I missed where my dick rammed the cabinet. A little Fanstastik and my precum ooze is gone…

…minutes later, so am I.

Mrs. Henry moved out with the kids over the next Christmas break. Mr. Henry sold his business and left town shortly before the next summer.


I ran into Jeff on the streets of Chicago about seven years ago. He recognized me right away. We went for drinks. Caught up about our lives. Jeff doesn’t speak of his dad. The sleepovers were never discussed.

18 comments:

Explorer Jack said...

I'm both turned on and mortified as I read your story. Two very different feelings colliding as I imagine the situation. I'm sure the feelings were the same for you and your buddy way back then, yet magnified 100 times for you guys.

Great writing. It's good to have you back.

(awk)Word said...

Jack,

The Boyfriend and I talked a lot about this before I posted.

I can tell you from that time, that as much as I dreaded my brother coming to me in the dark, I looked forward to it. It wasn't what he did, it was the shame I felt after. It was a long time before I realized that I enjoyed it--I just couldn't say that. I know Jeff felt much the same.

Something I left out: when Mr. Henry would finish, Jeff would ask him to stay. The push/pull of desiring something that is taboo is really hard at that age (at any age).

Thanks for writing--and thanks for reading, too!

Ralph said...

(awk)Wurd! Great to find a new entry here at last. I have checked frequently since your last writing here. Haven't read this yet, but already love the hot pictures... More later.

Ralph said...

Simply amazing. Coming from an "uptight" family background where sex was not discussed, your experiences with your friend, and also your family, are something that was outside of my imagination. Thanks for sharing, and also, for the education.

Thirty3 Naked Laydies said...

Breathless. Numb. Moved. Irate, yet aroused. So many emotions thrashing and crashing through me right now. My mind is racing, yet, is simultaneously still... numb. In disbelief. Yet, I believe it all… because you tell it genuinely, truthfully, compassionately… and with all the elements of life’s essential ironies and chance coincidences. I’m at a loss for words. I’m sorry. I wish none of it had happened. But it did. It all did. And it had to. It has molded you into the person you are today. So sensitive. So amazing. So frank. So frugal with your choice or words, yet, so powerful in your storytelling.

(awk)Wurd, you have nothing to be sorry about. For good and for all its awkwardness, you are speaking out about it now. Sexual abuse at such a young age. Your brother, Mr. Henry, yourself… you didn’t know. Secrets never helped to clear the air. If you have no secrets, no one can wrong you. And that’s why this has finally come out. I’m embracing you, tightly. And Jeff – you still mean a lot to him. In that solitary year, his world changed forever. Did you exchange contact information when you met in Chicago all those years later? I’m soooo very proud of you – for sharing. For letting it out. For finding your voice.

cyrillic said...

Thank you. I've missed your writing.......

rui said...

good to have you back :)

[name here] said...

as a few have already said, all the food groups in this one!
good to have you back :)

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Jesse Fairweather said...

This is a very hot story from my perspective, as these and millions of similar situations go down every day amongst we humans. I know that we learn about sex from those nearest to us in the beginning, that older boys will always teach younger boys, and grown men are in this mix too. It is what it is. It would be nice if we could get past all the labels and taboos set up by society and maybe we will and maybe we won't, but falling in love and falling in lust with our boyhood friends, and with their fathers, and our own, is what humans do - it's love, it's lust, it's natural. It's the way we're wired, or is that weird?
I think you have a stunning memory of your youth and your sexual awakenings, just as many of us have.
And your writing of it is excellent! Thank you.

(awk)Word said...

Jesse,

I learned a lot from older guys: my brothers, my coach, cousins, etc. It's all part of growing up as far as I'm concerned.

Anonymous said...

This is a disturbing read. I don't find the betrayal of trust to be arousing or sexual at all.

(awk)Word said...

Sorry, Anonymous, life isn't always pretty, happy or works the way we want.

This was more about what made me the man I am today than about turning you on.

cb said...

Fucking hot!!

Not Alone said...

I read this for the second time today..... I like most here are torn between this story, and forget you and Jeff were not of the age to put your mind around it. I am still living with some of the same feelings. Take care,a nd I'm glad you turned into a good man.

Baxter's Briefs said...

HOT!!!!

BikeGuy said...

perfectly done!

kevinfior said...

very Hot