Okay, back when we slept over there, the first time, everyone said it was haunted. So, we dared each other to spend the night, the whole neighborhood was there, and nothing happened. A big let-down, after all the ghost stories, and rumors about the family that lived there killing children, eating them, and burying their bones in the basement.
That was just one of them, but my favorite. Whenever I got to tell my scary story, that was the one I liked best. “I heard that…”
It was all made up, kid’s stuff, we liked to tell scary stories, and we had this old broken down house on a hill. You could see it from all over the neighborhood, and the grownups wouldn’t let it get torn down, because it was Historical. Victorian, almost gothic with the bright paint faded, and flaking off it’s siding. The lacy woodwork across the porches, and under the hanging gutters.
I don’t know why nobody ever bought it, and fixed it up. Probably too expensive, and there wasn’t much to look at unless you just wanted to point out your house from the yard. “That’s my roof!” As if everyone didn’t know all ready from growing up together.
I guess you could say that it was “Furnished” inside, because that’s where all the old mattresses, and couches ended up, from the curb. Every time somebody threw something out, it got carried off, and up the hill to the old house, but then kids started growing up, and using it for more adult things.
I turned 13, and I’d started my period over a year before, but for some reason, I guess it was to become a teenager. By then, I’d already gotten an interest in boys, and my brother came home with wild stories, about the group sex that went on there. I didn’t know how much to believe.
You know how boys at least exaggerate. If it was 2 guys, then it makes the story even better if it was 5. Also, there’s no way he had 6 inches, but whenever he told it, he said stuff like “I gave her all 6 inches,” as if I had no idea how long half a foot was. Maybe 5, and a half, which isn’t really a big deal, if you’ll pardon the expression.
Which isn’t to say, he whipped it out all the time, and whacked off in front of me, or anything that sick, and perverted. He wasn’t like that at all, but you know. He didn’t announce that he was going to whack off in his room now, to the whole family, so I walked in on him now and again, and he tried to cover it up fast, but not fast enough.
So anyway, that was pretty much the only penis I’d ever seen hard, and then only glimpses of it, but I kinda got the idea when he was going in there to be alone. Just him, his boner, and his hand, so he started standing with his back to the door. So, I wouldn’t see it when I came in with some excuse about needing to borrow the pencil sharpener, or whatever.
Then, I turned 13, and wouldn’t you know, there was this big outbreak, and we had to stay cooped up in our apartment, forever it seemed. The CDC came to shut down the international ferry, and investigate whether or not that’s where the virus came in. Even from our apartment, there wasn’t much to see out the window, except for them packing up their big tent by the Port, and moving out.
Then, it was quiet. Nobody out on the streets, and the whole town was like a ghost town, but we still had the internet, to chat with our friends, and do our lessons until summer rolled around. That’s where I first heard about it, my friend texted me, and she said:
[You’re 13 now, right?] When she knew full well I was, she was at my birthday party, and everything.
[Yeah, so?]
[So, we’re all sneaking out to go to the haunted house tonight, if you want to come?]
[Right? LOL.] The laugh was to show that I got the joke, about comming, when I already told her about playing with myself, and getting big orgasms, the boys, and movie star men I thought about, and stuff. I told my brother, too. Kinda hoping he’d walk in on me, and see me playing with myself in bed. Maybe even stay, and get hard. Unzip his pants, and fish it out to get it hard, and whack off looking at me naked on the bed, but he never did.
Okay, I didn’t tell her, or anyone about that one, even after she admitted having the hots for him, but I thought we told everything to each other. I had no idea that we had any secrets left, they were so good at keeping them. He could have told me at least, but maybe he was ashamed, or he just didn’t know how to say it.
Either way, I went to tell him, but he already knew, all about it from his friends. I begged him to take me with him, and I pointed out “I’m a teenager now, and if I don’t go with you, then I’ll just sneak out on my own, after you do.”
“Well, what if I don’t sneak out?”
I laughed, “Come on, you’re really going to give up your first chance in months, to go out, and get some real pussy, and stay home to jack off, just to cock block me?”
He just shook his head, and wiped the surprised look on his face, then laughed. I don’t suppose he ever really heard me talk so dirty before, at least not in so many words, but I knew what fucking was. I guess I just never said it that way around him, even though we had talked about it a bunch of times. We just used euphemisms, or boring medically sounding words, like penis instead of cock, or dick.
Finally, he agreed, and even promised to escort me, then kicked me out of his room. So, I went and found some stories to read on the internet, playing with myself. To get good and ready for later that night, when we’re supposed to be in bed, sleeping.
I sure wasn’t sleeping, but instead of putting PJs on, I changed into the sexiest clothes I could find. I knew it would be hot, because the news said it was almost a hundred degrees out, and almost 100% humidity, which is as muggy as it could get without raining.
It hadn’t rained in weeks, so the grass had already started turning brown, and we had to stay inside, with the air condition going. Finally, I heard my brother’s window, and I already had mine wide open with the vents closed, and a towel stuffed under the door to keep the heat out of the rest of the house.
We met on the roof over the porch, and I asked “How do I look?” Now, when I say Apartment, I don’t mean like a high rise apartment, or a big old complex of them in one big building, like they have in big cities like Seattle. Instead, we lived in a house, but the family that owned it turned the upstairs into an apartment to rent out. A 3 bedroom, with a kitchen, and bathroom, since they retired, and all their kids went away to college, but they were old.
“Wow,” he shook his head, when I turned around, carefully to show off my butt in the tight cutoffs. Careful so I didn’t slip, and fall off the sloped shingles, worn almost smooth from going out there to look at the stars, or watch the sunset together. The lights coming on, and the cars driving around, when there was still cars driving around, but now it was dark, and quiet, of course.
He didn’t say anything more then wow, but that was enough. We kept quiet, sneaking around to the end of the porch, where the street light shone so you could at least see where you’re stepping, away from the light shining out of the gable windows.
“Huh?” He touched my back, and said “Let me help you down,” but I was already so horny from reading brother sister stories all day. Too bad he wasn’t into incest, at all, or we would have already been doing it for years, but instead, he took both my hands, and squatted down to lower me.
He mouthed 1, 2, 3, silently, then let go, so I dropped, and my tight tank top puffed out with air like a parachute, but I didn’t have a bra or anything on under it. I fell on my butt, and the bare seam of my shorts got stuck in my crack so i had to pick it out, but I got up, and dusted off my shorts.
While he jumped down, the 10 feet from the roof to the dried grass. “You all right?” He kept his voice down, but I just nodded, and then he went over the rules. Only for the hundreth time, he told me about all his sexploits, or at least so I thought. “Don’t tell anyone what you saw, what happens there stays there, and if anybody wants you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, feel free to say no.”
I laughed, “I’m down for anything, oral, anal, gangbangs, I want 3 big old dicks in all my holes, at least.”
I grinned, just to see the look of shock on his face, but he just laughed it off, nervously. “Well, we practice safe sex,” he fished in his pocket, “But now, we need to take even more precautions, so here.” He pulled out a baggy, with 2 paper masks, and handed me one. “Put this on.”
I couldn’t see his cheeks blush with embarrassment, from the dim orange light from the street lamps, we avoided to not get caught. No one was out this late, expect for cops, enforcing the curfew, but there were some lights on in windows, and even people looking out their windows. So, we kept to the shadows, and it was kinda like playing Flashlight Tag, only on the streets.
It was kinda exiting just sneaking out, for the first time in months, but nothing compared to the expectation of what I’d see. What I’d get to do, and wondering how far I’d let them go. Boys, all the boys, and a few girls that weren’t afraid of people talking, because somebody saw them there, and broke the rules. Like fight club, I guess, at least the first rule was the same, you weren’t supposed to talk about it.
Okay, well girls talk. At least in private, when we think nobody’s listening, but I remember the first time I heard about it, in the girl’s room at school. One of them whispered “Check the stalls,” and I picked my feet up to hold them on the pot, before one bent down to look under the doors.
“All clear,” and then they started talking about all the sex stuff that happened that weekend, at the “fuckhouse.” That’s what they called it, I guess it was still a little childish to keep calling it the haunted house, years after we proved that it wasn’t.
“Sh!” He ducked down, to run under the top of a fence, and I ducked down too, even though I was too short to see over it. Let alone be seen over it by whoever was inside, looking out, but it was really an excuse to get a closer look at his butt. bent over like that, with his jeans pulled tight, and his cheeks when he ran. Still holding my hand, as if I was going to run off, anywhere but up the hill to the fuckhouse.
“Huh! Huh, huh, whew!” He let go, and wiped his forehead, as if we’d just done it, and left us both satisfied, sexually. Of course not, I gave up on that happening years, and years ago, but I still appreciated the fantasy. I guess it was just having him there, all along, and yet never being able to touch it. Rub my face in his hairy crotch, and smell his ball sweat. Hold his butt cheeks in both hands while he stuffed my face with his big hard cock, all 6 inches of it.
“Huh, how do we get in?”
“Around here,” he led me back, up on the side porch, “Watch your step.” He stepped over a big hole, and I had to yank his arm to jump over it, but that ment practically hugging him in the doorway. He was so close, I could feel his body heat, but he knocked, 2 times, then 3 more times after that.
Knock knock, knock knock knock. We waited, out of breath, it seams like forever, I was tempted to feel around his hip, and check his crotch for hardness. Finally, the door opened a crack, and the chain pulled tight. “You have your mask on?”
“Yeah, me too.” I looked around behind him, but even with the paisley fabric stretched across her face, I recognized her voice. Oh yeah, that’s another rule, he didn’t cover this time: No names, it’s completely anonymous, so even if you knew who you did it with, you just said What you did, not Who you did it with, if you talked about it in the first place, which you weren’t supposed to do that either, but she closed the door, and unhooked the chain to let us in.
It was dark, in the living room, but I could already hear moans, and rhythmic bumping deeper inside. That telltale rhythm, like a headboard whacking the wall to tell you your parents were doing it. Only this time, you could tell that lots of people were doing it, all over the house.
Our hostess wasn’t wearing anything, except the mask, but her eyes glinted in the dark, and she winked. “Gonna show her the dick room?”
“Oh yeah,” I started bouncing up, and down with excitement.
“Careful,” he pushed my shoulder. “The floor boards are a little soft there, come on.”
The reason why it was so dark is because even with the windows boarded up, they didn’t want no light shining out, when somebody opened a door, or a window for fresh air. To smoke, or whatever. So anyway, the dick room was all the way on the inside, it used to be a bathroom, but all the fixtures were long since stripped out to sell, or just put in your house. Like a clawfoot bathtub, or the old porcelain covered cast iron sink we had in the laundry room. I don’t know whether grandaddy got it out of this bathroom, or one of the others, but either way, that left lots of holes where the pipes used to come through.
Then, kids started poking even more holes in the walls, and even sanding the edges of the boards behind the tiles, so they weren’t so rough. So, you didn’t get splinters in your balls, sticking your dick through the hole to get sucked, fucked, or rubbed all over some girl’s tits, but it was a big bathroom.
Even before they took out all the fixtures, and cabinets, so the only way you could even tell where something used to be was the gaps in the tiles covering everything else.
“Huh!” The naked girl got down, and took off her mask. Let it hang by one ear, kneeling down on one of the cushions they had down on the floor. My brother picked up a couple rubbers from a bowl screwed into the wall by the door. Like a holy water font, only the exact opposite. For dirty debaucherous reasons, instead of to wipe on your forehead, and absolve your sin. He handed her one over her shoulder, so she stopped rubbing the cock back and forth across her chest, and took a moment to roll on the condom.
Then, I heard his belt clink, behind me, and for some reason, I froze. “Here.” He tapped me on the shoulder, with another one, “Use one of these, every single time. If he cums, then change it for a fresh one.”
“I know, safe sex.” I was just overwhelmed, by all the choices.
“Hey, is there a dude in there?” Some of them backed out, and one even wilted.
“Yeah, my boyfriend, but he’s leaving.” I reached out to touch the droopy one, before he pulled out too, and squeezed it. Watched the head swell up, and gave it a couple tugs. The first time, I really got to tug a dick, and feel the blood pump back into it. The warm chubby sausage swell up, and get hard, kneeling down on a pillow, and tearing off the corner by the pinked edge. I guess they used tiny pinking shears to cut the edge of the package, so they were easier to open, and you didn’t have to find the tiny little spot in the dark to do it.
“Huh!” I really wanted to lick up the thick clear drop that leaked out, but there’s no telling what diseases he might have gotten, and from who. How many girls had already had this in their mouths, so it would be like kissing every girl that ever gave him a blow job.
“Algh! Guh gug guk!” I looked over, at the sound of our hostess, deep throating, and gagging on the stiff one she picked out of the lineup, and then I froze. Blinked, and shook my head, not believing what I saw.
My brother, down on his knees, sucking the tip of a dick, and pinching the rest of it with his fingers to slowly stroke it, with his thumb rolling through the soft ridge underneath.
My brother. The cock sucker.
“Agl khagh! Cock, huh!” the other girl grinned, and shook her head. Swinging the boner, and slapping her cheeks to leave wet streaks, and all a sudden, I remembered the big boner I had in my hand.
“Just a sec,” I went back to putting the rubber cap on, and rolling it down carefully, like a tobboggan.
“What’s taking you so long?” The boy in the other room, complained.
“I never done this before,” I pulled the loop off behind my ear, “Okay?”
“So you’re a virgin?”
“Not for much longer,” he grunted, when I pinched the tip, and pulled the little nipple on the end so there was a place for his wad. Then, I popped it in my mouth, and looked out the corner of my eye, to see if I could learn anything else, from watching them suck cock.
It took a little while to get used to seeing my brother, sucking cock, but then I realized that he was always bisexual. I mean, it wasn’t anything he said, but a lot of stuff he never said. He wasn’t one to make fun of gays, call them fags, or the other boys cock-sucker, like that was a bad thing. Because he was a cock-sucker himself, he just told me about the girls he did. Not what girl, when, but you know. Whenever he got with a girl, or helped the boys gangbang one upstairs, in one of the bedrooms.
Or downstairs, in the dungeon, it was a good idea to start here, in the dick room, with oral. I just, well. Okay, he broke one of the rules, or at least an unspoken rule about raping the other guys. I’m sorry, but a guy sucking off another guy, in a glory hole, when he expected a chick? Yeah, maybe it’s not the same as knocking him out, pulling down his pants, and nailing him up the butt while he’s unconscious, but it’s still rape.
Think about it, if you’re a girl, and your husband or whatever turned off the lights, then went in the bathroom, but instead of coming back, he sent another man to fuck you in the dark, without your permission? That would be rape. The same thing, but honestly, the idea of how many boys, teenage guys, and even men he must’ve done this to. It was such a turn-on, and I finally understood why he wasn’t never into doing incest with me.
Well, for one thing, he could get pussy all the time here, but for another, he was into something even sicker. Even dirtier, and none of the other boys were none the wiser. He took advantage of the rules, and I found out later that all the girls knew. At least the ones that came here, I sure wasn’t the first one that got to see him using the dick room, and even helped.
He didn’t say anything, and the other girl. She acted it up, gulping, and gagging loudly, to cover up his deep voiced breaths. You know, even through the walls, and all the echos, you can kinda tell the difference between a boy heavy breathing, and girls’? Well, that, and they probably had their own breath, bouncing off the wall in front of him, but i lied for him, without even giving it a second thought.
“Yeah, but he’s leaving” I said, when the boys heard him in there, talking. Tried to pull out, and one even started losing his erection. This one, this hard rubbery dick in my mouth, right now, he had no idea that his friend was around the corner, getting his dick sucked by a boy. My brother, the cock sucker, and I come to fin out later, a little famous for being the bets one in town.
All the other girls, learned pretty much everything they knew about giving head, from watching him. If he had a gay guy, so he could speak, he could give a lecture on it, the professor of philatio, my brother, the best bj in town.
“Yeah, suck it,” my first boy snapped me out of it, “Suck that cock while your cuck boyfriend watches. Because he never had the balls to pop your cherry for you, with his limp dick.” If only he had any idea how wrong he was! “Uh! Huh!” I stopped, as soon as he caught his breath, on the other side of the wall. Felt for the loose part of the tip, the rubber nipple pinched flat, so i could feel the warm gushes shoot out, and fill it. “Hhuh! Uhhhn!” He moaned. “Not bad.” He went soft, and the wrinkled elephant trunk of a dick disappeared into the shadows of the dark room. “For your first blow job.”
“Huh!” I looked over at my brother, and he grinned. Gave me the thumbs up, and I was so proud, especially that he was proud of me too, but he never stopped stroking the dick in front of him. Pinching it, with all 4 fingers on top, so he could rub the bottom with his thumb, I guess if he gripped it with his whole hand, that would be a dead giveaway. His big strong man hands, any guy that ever whacked off would know what that felt like on their dick, but I tried that on the next one.
These dicks weren’t going to suck themselves, and there was a whole lot more of them then there was of us, but finally, my brother’s girlfriend. Oh yeah, didn’t I tell you? Well, they didn’t tell me neither, but that’s why she met us at the door, and stuck around to suck dick with the both of us.
She’d been going out with him for years now, because she knew he was bisexual, and that was hot. They just kept the secret, until I was old enough to find out, my brother was the best cock sucker in town.