Porn, Alcohol and the Boy Upstairs

The porn played softly in the background. I leaned my head back against the back of the couch. Why do women think they’re so fucking erotic? Why do men think blasting cum on a woman’s face is erotic?

My three friends sat on the couch, furiously waking off. I tried not to look at their cocks as they flashed their hands up and down on them.
The alcohol sang through my blood. The corners of my vision were blurry. Everything felt as if it was being stifled by a wet cloth.
On the television the man flipped the woman onto all fours and spread her ass. Two of my friends sat up and smiled.

“Oh yeah! A-NAL!” They said in near unison before falling back onto the couch to continue their masturbatory masturbation. I rolled my eyes. Idiots.
I stood up and tried to make my way through the maze of empty bottles, porn magazines and lubricant tubes.

“Hey man, where ya goin’?” One of my friends asked.
“Two get another of these.” I said, picking up a nearly empty bottle of…whatever.
I made my way out of the room and into the kitchen. I opened a cabinet and grabbed the first bottle I found there. I didn’t even look at the label.
I walked upstairs and sat down on the top step, looking down the darkened stairway to the bright glow from the living room and my friends yells as something terribly erotic happened.

I cracked the seal on the bottle and popped off the cap. I took a huge swig. The bourbon burned its way down the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and absorbed the sensation.

“You’re not supposed to be up here.” A voice from the side said. I turned my head. I kid, about fourteen, stood down the hall, watching me. He was tall and skinny, wearing pajama bottoms that were way too big and no shirt. His chest was bony and his nipples stood out.
“Why?” I asked, taking another swig from the bottle.
“’Cuse,” He said, “You’re supposed to be downstairs watching porn and shit.”
I smiled and took another swig, scrutinizing the kid to bottom.
“Why aren’t you downstairs with us?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s bullshit.” He replied, leaning up against the wall.
“Why?” I said. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but I was rather enjoying myself.
“It’s all the same. Oral, Anal, Pussy, Cumshot. The breasts are too big and the cocks are fake. It’s all bullshit.”
“Bullshit.” I repeated, smiling. I lifted the bottle at him. “You want a drink?”

He walked the few feet between us and plopped down on the stair next to me, taking the bottle from my hand. He tipped it back and took a long drink. He swallowed it down, shaking as it burned the inside of his throat.

“Who are you,” He asked. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Andrew Ryan,” I said, taking another drink. “Just moved here. You?”
“Sean,” He said, taking the bottle from me. “I’m Joe’s younger brother.”
“I assumed so,” I said. “You’re what, fourteen, fifteen?”
“Thirteen,” He said, leaning back.
“Wow,” I said, “Jesus, you’re big for thirteen.”
“I get that a lot.”
“So if you don’t like the porn, what do you like?” I said, attempting to restart the conversation.
“I dunno,” He said, “ It’s not the porn itself. I guess I’ve never really been much into guy-on-girl.”
“What then,” I asked, “You into the lesbo stuff or–ah.” I stopped short as it dawned on my alcohol-clouded mind.
“Yeah,” He sighed, “I get that a lot too.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to make a complete ass out of myself.
“Well, Jesus man,” He said, sitting up, an angry glint in his eye, “Everyone in this goddamn town’s fucking homophobic. I haven’t even told anyone because they’d probably hang me in the town-square!”

I reached around and grabbed his shoulder with my left hand, bringing his body around and pressing my mouth firmly against his. He made an alarmed cry at first then relaxed as my kiss enveloped him. I broke away and he stared at me, wide eyed.

I kissed him again, my open mouth meeting his in a warm embrace. Our tongues interweaving and battling inside our mouths. My hands caressed his torso, feeling his ribs. 

I broke away again and began kissing his neck and throat. I ran my lips up his neck and nibbled at his earlobe.
“You got a room around her somewhere?” I whispered softly into his ear.

He nodded and stood quickly, leading me down the hallway and into his room. I tossed off my shirt and collapsed with him down onto his bed. I kissed his mouth and ran my hands around the inside band of his pajamas. His hands roamed through my long hair and he passionately made love with his mouth. 
I ran my lips down his chest, sucking on each of his nipples, caressing his stomach with my tongue and running my mouth over each and every one of his ribs, feeling his lungs inflate and heart beat quicker against my touch. 

I stood, pulling his pajama bottoms off with me. His hard cock distended his white cotton briefs. I swallowed hard and removed my shorts, tossing them aside, somewhere.

I took one of his legs in my hands and caressed it with my lips. I ran my mouth down his leg lightly, feeling the wake of goose bumps rise in my wake. I ran up to the high thigh, nibbling at his crotch, I moved back to his mouth and embraced his lips once again.

He began grinding his crotch against mine, rubbing his hard cock against mine.

I slid down his body again, toying with the tuft of dark hair at his navel. I swallowed hard, and hooked my fingers into the bands of his underwear and slid them off.
His cock came out and stood at full erect attention before me. I estimated seven full inches. I took a deep breath.

“You’re how old?” I asked, breathing slowly.
“Thirteen,” He said, between breaths of his own.
“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I said, “I just wanted you to know that.”

I lowered my head down onto his cock, taking all of it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, feeling every bump and curve. I released the cock from my mouth, then took just the head in, allowing the tip of my tongue to caress the head. I ran the tip of my tongue around and into the his slit, producing several loud moans of pleasure from him. I let go. 

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked him.
“No,” He admitted.

I closed my mouth around his head and inhaled slowly. My tongue ran down and around every inch of his rod as I took it back into myself. I then slowly released, all the way to the head. I then ran the tip of my tongue around his head again. 

His moans came closer together and louder until finally he said, “Stop.”
I released his head and looked at him.
“I can’t cum like this,” He said, “I’ve got to do it.”
“Do what?” I asked him
“I’ve got to do it,” He repeated, “I’ve got to go inside you.”

I stopped for a second, allowing my alcohol inhibited mind to process exactly what he was requesting. I blinked and laid down beside him, pulling my boxers down and off.

I felt the bed lighten as he stood, then his weight on top of me as he lowered himself down. He kissed my cock quickly as he passed, then kissed me again.
I felt his hand between my legs, then the tip of his dick against my asshole. I sucked in a breath and relaxed my body. He pushed his dick in, the large purplish head disappearing into me. He continued to push inch after inch of himself into my anus until I felt his pubic bone against mine. He then pulled it out. Out until the head was at the exiting point, then he pushed it back in.

“Harder,” I whispered.
He pushed harder the next time, and harder the time after that until he was thrusting as hard as he could against me, our pubic bones knocking together. His moans were loud and timed with his thrusts, until they fell into a rhythmic pattern.

I felt the warmth, that is only one thing inside of me. He shot great loads of cum inside me, filling my space. He fell down on top of me, exhausted. I pulled him out of me and kissed his lips and his cock. I rolled him over and spread his legs.

“I’ve never done this either,” He said, “Not even with a stick.”
I smiled. “I’ll be good,” I said, “Trust me.”
I took my cock in hand and placed it at the opening of his ass. I slowly pushed the head in. He sucked in a breath.
“That hurt?” I asked.
“Yes,” He said, “But keep going. Don’t stop.”

I continued to feed my cock into him until I felt him hilt reach his hole. I then began slowly working my hips back and forth, thrusting slowly and surely into him. His face was contorted with something I could not read, pain or pleasure, or maybe both.

I kept thrusting inside him, harder and harder. His face flushed with blood and his hands tightened around the sides of my head in ecstasy, I think.
I felt the warmth inside my loins that is only one thing. I sucked in a breath and whispered, “I cumming.”

He nodded. I felt the warmth inside me grow until it was the most exquisite form of heat, burning inside me until I released it.
The first jet splashed against his insides, the second, coupled with a timely thrust, was driven into his bowels. I kept thrusting, my hips burning with pleasure as I shot wad after wad of thick cum inside him. 

I collapsed on top of him, our chests heaving in the aftershock. We slowly regained out breath and laid still until sleep claimed our drunken minds and fucked bodies.

The next day way bright and clear. I awoke on top of Sean like I had fallen asleep. I slowly rolled off and wiped my dick off with a corner of the sheets. I gave Sean a quick kiss and donned my clothes and left the room. 

I walked down the stairs and waded through the bottles, porn, lubricants and dried cum towards the door. Joe stirred.
“Where were you all last night, man?” He asked, his eyes closed tight against the abrasive sunlight.

“Nowhere,” I said. “Just talking’ with your little bro.”
Outside the air was crisp and clean. When I reached the gate, Sean leaned out of hiss bedroom window, sheet tied around his midsection, morning erection poking through.

“Hey!” He called to me, “You comin’ back tonight?”
“Nah,” I said, “You come to me.”