part 14 - rated nc-17
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brazenangel and anyone else with an incest kink.
Laurie's dreaming, although he can't say for sure how he knows he's dreaming, because this is something that could happen (and has indeed happened) to him in real life - a boy on his hands and knees on Laurie's bed, pushing back against him, moaning and begging and making the sexiest damn noises Laurie's ever heard. The boy's ass is tight and hot and Laurie is trying to go slowly, trying not to hurt the boy because somehow he knows he's the kid's first, but Jesus, he can't hold back much longer.
"You feel so good," he rasps, leaning forward to lick the back of the boy's sweaty neck. A moan is his only answer, as his motions change the angle of his hips slightly, his cock pushing against a different spot deep inside the boy's body. "So fucking tight, kid - you've got this perfect ass...." His fingers dig into the kid's hip and he straightens up, leaning back, driving his hips forward, fucking the kid faster, deeper.
"Yeah," the kid pants, "fuck yeah, like - uh - like that - gonna come - "
"'Kay, baby, come for me." Laurie reaches down and around, takes the kid's leaking cock in his hand, pumps once, twice, matching the hard rhythm of his hips, and the kid groans and shakes and the muscles of his ass clench tight around Laurie's prick and he's coming, shooting hard on the bed, his head down, his whole body trembling, and Laurie watches the skin on the kid's back shiver, bites his lip as the kid's body clamps down hard around him.
He's still got one hand around the boy's cock and one hand digging into the boy's hip as his climax thunders up his spine and pounds into the back of his head, and his hips jerk and he's fucking the kid like there's no tomorrow, just nailing that perfect, sweet ass, coming and coming and Jesus Christ, the kid's still moaning, panting and gasping Laurie's name, telling him not to stop, Keep going, you're gonna make me hard again, and this is how he knows for sure he's dreaming, because the kid's cock fills again in his hand before he's even finished riding out his orgasm, and as he finally slows down, all he can hear is his heartbeat loud in his ears and the kid's groans, noises becoming words spilling breathless from Danny's lips -
Fuck.
That woke Laurie right the hell up. He shook awake, his heart still pounding but now for an entirely different reason. His skin suddenly felt damp and clammy under the covers, like the sheets were sticking to him. Shit. He was dreaming about fucking his half brother. What the hell kind of sick twisted pervert was he?
When Laurie was in college he'd briefly dated a couple of brothers, twins, who were into each other as much as they were into him. He was never one to turn down a threesome with two cute, willing boys, and sex with them had been hot and sweaty and fantastic, but watching the two of them starting in on each other had been a pretty picture but a little unsettling. Laurie liked to watch as much as the next boy, but the idea of brothers put him off a little. He knew incest was some people's kink and he was fine with that, but it just wasn't his thing.
And here he was having really hot dreams about his half brother, who wasn't even completely sure of his sexuality and was nine years younger to boot. Still in high school. What was the age of consent for gay boys? Laurie groaned. Maybe if the damn dream hadn't been so fucking hot....
He blinked at the clock. Just past four. Ok. He had some time yet to sleep. If he could sleep. Because he was hard and aching inside his boxers, and he couldn't go back to sleep like this, but he couldn't very well jerk off in bed with Danny snoring next to him, now could he? Well, fuck and double fuck. He could do something about that, at least.
Laurie bit his lip to keep from making any noise as he very carefully got out of bed and kind of waddled into the bathroom. He closed the door before turning on the light, then pulled down his boxers, put down the toilet seat, and sat. Oh yeah, that was a little better. He reached down to open the cabinet under the sink and get either the lube or the Vaseline, whichever his questing hand met first. He was in a hurry, he wasn't picky.
His fingers brushed against and then closed around the jar of Vaseline. He pulled it out, got it open, spread some on his fingers, and dropped the jar and the lid on the floor. He leaned back against the toilet tank, spread his legs a little, and went to work.
Laurie couldn't very well think of Danny now - he wasn't even sure how he was going to face the kid in the morning, what with that dream on top of everything else he'd done - but as his eyes fell closed and his hand started moving, the image of Parrish's face swam up in front of him. He remembered how Parrish had looked sitting on the couch at the Blind Pig, remembered the look in his eyes as they leaned forward to kiss. He remembered how the guy's mouth had tasted, how warm his lips were, how strong his hand was as it kneaded Laurie's cock through his jeans. He remembered how Parrish's cock had felt, hot and stiffening under Laurie's fingers.
He imagined how Parrish's face might look as his mouth closed around Laurie's erection, and he imagined looking down and seeing that sandy blond head bobbing up and down on his prick.
Ohhh yeah. Yeah. So good. A pretty picture, Parrish on his knees, those mystery eyes glancing up to see Laurie's expression. Laurie stroked harder now, biting his lip again to keep from moaning out loud, and now his imaginings shifted to another place, another bed than his, where he could look down and see Parrish under him, feel that body moving under his hands, around his cock. He tried to imagine how Parrish would look sheened with sweat and flushed with arousal, his nipples red and swollen and peaked from where Laurie would have teased them, nipping and sucking and playing. He imagined looking down between them to see the spot where they were joined, imagined being able to watch his cock sliding in and out of Parrish's ass. In his mind Parrish had a nice tight ass, not too round but enough to grab on to. Laurie liked bubble butts on some guys, but the Parrish in his head had a man's ass.
He could feel it now, his building orgasm, and his hand tightened around his prick and pumped faster as he let his mind drift to the way Parrish would feel coming on him, the noises he would make and the things he might say and the way his eyes would fall closed and his mouth would fall open and in his head Laurie fucked him harder and Parrish cried out and came.
"Ng...!" Laurie groaned between his teeth as his hips lifted off the toilet and he shot between his pistoning hand, coming on his fingers and his thighs.
He sat there for a few minutes, catching his breath and waiting for his heart to slow down. Damn, but Parrish was a good fuck, at least in his head. Well, weren't all fantasy lovers utterly amazing? Laurie wondered vaguely if the real Parrish was that good. He'd have to find out.
He pulled off a long strip of toilet paper and cleaned himself off, then retrieved the Vaseline jar and the lid off the floor, screwed the lid back on, and put it back under the sink. He dropped the toilet paper in the toilet and flushed it. He pulled up his boxers. He made a face at himself in the mirror. He'd successfully jerked off to visions of someone he had a snowball's chance of actually having sex with, although the only reason he was awake in the first place was because he'd dreamed about having sex with his half brother. And even though thoughts of Parrish had driven most thoughts of Danny out of Laurie's head, the fact was he'd had thoughts to drive out, and that was still wrong. All that masturbating had accomplished was to relax his body a little.
That was something, anyway, and he turned off the bathroom light, opened the door, and tiptoed back to bed. Danny had rolled onto his back. He looked like a little kid, with his mouth open and his hair in his face. He had their mom's brown-gold hair but otherwise Jeremy's coloring, and he had the shape of Laurie's face and Laurie's mouth and was gangly like most of the Vanderbecks. Overall he looked more like his half brother than his father, something which annoyed Jeremy no end. Laurie was just amused at that, but for a while his chief amusement came from annoying his stepdad.
Now he wondered how big a fit his stepdad would pitch if he had any idea what his sons were up to. Danny's questioning, Laurie's solution, the backfiring of said solution, and then that... dream, the details of which were mercifully fading a little but the reality of which was probably and unfortunately stuck in his brain.
Laurie climbed back into bed, pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, and glared at his alarm clock, for lack of anything else to glare at. Stupid fucking brain, fucking with him like that. Too much fucking in general, and none of it the really fun sweaty kind. He'd have to fix that in the next few days. He rubbed his eyes, trying to remind himself of the lovely things he'd imagined while beating off, and eventually he fell back to sleep.
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brazenangel and anyone else with an incest kink.Laurie's dreaming, although he can't say for sure how he knows he's dreaming, because this is something that could happen (and has indeed happened) to him in real life - a boy on his hands and knees on Laurie's bed, pushing back against him, moaning and begging and making the sexiest damn noises Laurie's ever heard. The boy's ass is tight and hot and Laurie is trying to go slowly, trying not to hurt the boy because somehow he knows he's the kid's first, but Jesus, he can't hold back much longer.
"You feel so good," he rasps, leaning forward to lick the back of the boy's sweaty neck. A moan is his only answer, as his motions change the angle of his hips slightly, his cock pushing against a different spot deep inside the boy's body. "So fucking tight, kid - you've got this perfect ass...." His fingers dig into the kid's hip and he straightens up, leaning back, driving his hips forward, fucking the kid faster, deeper.
"Yeah," the kid pants, "fuck yeah, like - uh - like that - gonna come - "
"'Kay, baby, come for me." Laurie reaches down and around, takes the kid's leaking cock in his hand, pumps once, twice, matching the hard rhythm of his hips, and the kid groans and shakes and the muscles of his ass clench tight around Laurie's prick and he's coming, shooting hard on the bed, his head down, his whole body trembling, and Laurie watches the skin on the kid's back shiver, bites his lip as the kid's body clamps down hard around him.
He's still got one hand around the boy's cock and one hand digging into the boy's hip as his climax thunders up his spine and pounds into the back of his head, and his hips jerk and he's fucking the kid like there's no tomorrow, just nailing that perfect, sweet ass, coming and coming and Jesus Christ, the kid's still moaning, panting and gasping Laurie's name, telling him not to stop, Keep going, you're gonna make me hard again, and this is how he knows for sure he's dreaming, because the kid's cock fills again in his hand before he's even finished riding out his orgasm, and as he finally slows down, all he can hear is his heartbeat loud in his ears and the kid's groans, noises becoming words spilling breathless from Danny's lips -
Fuck.
That woke Laurie right the hell up. He shook awake, his heart still pounding but now for an entirely different reason. His skin suddenly felt damp and clammy under the covers, like the sheets were sticking to him. Shit. He was dreaming about fucking his half brother. What the hell kind of sick twisted pervert was he?
When Laurie was in college he'd briefly dated a couple of brothers, twins, who were into each other as much as they were into him. He was never one to turn down a threesome with two cute, willing boys, and sex with them had been hot and sweaty and fantastic, but watching the two of them starting in on each other had been a pretty picture but a little unsettling. Laurie liked to watch as much as the next boy, but the idea of brothers put him off a little. He knew incest was some people's kink and he was fine with that, but it just wasn't his thing.
And here he was having really hot dreams about his half brother, who wasn't even completely sure of his sexuality and was nine years younger to boot. Still in high school. What was the age of consent for gay boys? Laurie groaned. Maybe if the damn dream hadn't been so fucking hot....
He blinked at the clock. Just past four. Ok. He had some time yet to sleep. If he could sleep. Because he was hard and aching inside his boxers, and he couldn't go back to sleep like this, but he couldn't very well jerk off in bed with Danny snoring next to him, now could he? Well, fuck and double fuck. He could do something about that, at least.
Laurie bit his lip to keep from making any noise as he very carefully got out of bed and kind of waddled into the bathroom. He closed the door before turning on the light, then pulled down his boxers, put down the toilet seat, and sat. Oh yeah, that was a little better. He reached down to open the cabinet under the sink and get either the lube or the Vaseline, whichever his questing hand met first. He was in a hurry, he wasn't picky.
His fingers brushed against and then closed around the jar of Vaseline. He pulled it out, got it open, spread some on his fingers, and dropped the jar and the lid on the floor. He leaned back against the toilet tank, spread his legs a little, and went to work.
Laurie couldn't very well think of Danny now - he wasn't even sure how he was going to face the kid in the morning, what with that dream on top of everything else he'd done - but as his eyes fell closed and his hand started moving, the image of Parrish's face swam up in front of him. He remembered how Parrish had looked sitting on the couch at the Blind Pig, remembered the look in his eyes as they leaned forward to kiss. He remembered how the guy's mouth had tasted, how warm his lips were, how strong his hand was as it kneaded Laurie's cock through his jeans. He remembered how Parrish's cock had felt, hot and stiffening under Laurie's fingers.
He imagined how Parrish's face might look as his mouth closed around Laurie's erection, and he imagined looking down and seeing that sandy blond head bobbing up and down on his prick.
Ohhh yeah. Yeah. So good. A pretty picture, Parrish on his knees, those mystery eyes glancing up to see Laurie's expression. Laurie stroked harder now, biting his lip again to keep from moaning out loud, and now his imaginings shifted to another place, another bed than his, where he could look down and see Parrish under him, feel that body moving under his hands, around his cock. He tried to imagine how Parrish would look sheened with sweat and flushed with arousal, his nipples red and swollen and peaked from where Laurie would have teased them, nipping and sucking and playing. He imagined looking down between them to see the spot where they were joined, imagined being able to watch his cock sliding in and out of Parrish's ass. In his mind Parrish had a nice tight ass, not too round but enough to grab on to. Laurie liked bubble butts on some guys, but the Parrish in his head had a man's ass.
He could feel it now, his building orgasm, and his hand tightened around his prick and pumped faster as he let his mind drift to the way Parrish would feel coming on him, the noises he would make and the things he might say and the way his eyes would fall closed and his mouth would fall open and in his head Laurie fucked him harder and Parrish cried out and came.
"Ng...!" Laurie groaned between his teeth as his hips lifted off the toilet and he shot between his pistoning hand, coming on his fingers and his thighs.
He sat there for a few minutes, catching his breath and waiting for his heart to slow down. Damn, but Parrish was a good fuck, at least in his head. Well, weren't all fantasy lovers utterly amazing? Laurie wondered vaguely if the real Parrish was that good. He'd have to find out.
He pulled off a long strip of toilet paper and cleaned himself off, then retrieved the Vaseline jar and the lid off the floor, screwed the lid back on, and put it back under the sink. He dropped the toilet paper in the toilet and flushed it. He pulled up his boxers. He made a face at himself in the mirror. He'd successfully jerked off to visions of someone he had a snowball's chance of actually having sex with, although the only reason he was awake in the first place was because he'd dreamed about having sex with his half brother. And even though thoughts of Parrish had driven most thoughts of Danny out of Laurie's head, the fact was he'd had thoughts to drive out, and that was still wrong. All that masturbating had accomplished was to relax his body a little.
That was something, anyway, and he turned off the bathroom light, opened the door, and tiptoed back to bed. Danny had rolled onto his back. He looked like a little kid, with his mouth open and his hair in his face. He had their mom's brown-gold hair but otherwise Jeremy's coloring, and he had the shape of Laurie's face and Laurie's mouth and was gangly like most of the Vanderbecks. Overall he looked more like his half brother than his father, something which annoyed Jeremy no end. Laurie was just amused at that, but for a while his chief amusement came from annoying his stepdad.
Now he wondered how big a fit his stepdad would pitch if he had any idea what his sons were up to. Danny's questioning, Laurie's solution, the backfiring of said solution, and then that... dream, the details of which were mercifully fading a little but the reality of which was probably and unfortunately stuck in his brain.
Laurie climbed back into bed, pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, and glared at his alarm clock, for lack of anything else to glare at. Stupid fucking brain, fucking with him like that. Too much fucking in general, and none of it the really fun sweaty kind. He'd have to fix that in the next few days. He rubbed his eyes, trying to remind himself of the lovely things he'd imagined while beating off, and eventually he fell back to sleep.
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Date: 2003-11-11 12:03 pm (UTC)