After the Fire

After the Fire

Nick Lowe

One.

My cousin introduced me to jacking off about a week after I went to live with my Godparents after a horrific fire one night after a lightning struck our home. I was the only one spared serious injury with barely a few scratches from crawling out a window and landing in some bushes. and my sister ended up with some minor burns. But my parents were gone, and I was in shock and mourning like I never knew before. The house was completely destroyed and under insured so the property would be sold off for the land which was not worth much. Everything I believed now came into question, in fact I almost overnight, my belief system was destroyed.

My sister went to stay with our grandparents in the next town over and as I said I went to my aunt and uncle's house who also happened to be godparents to the both of us. We both had led a very sheltered life being brought up by my born-again parents that found Jesus in their late 20's after a somewhat indulgent lifestyle and decided their kids would be 'raised right.' Naturally, I was taught sexual urges and horrible things such as erections, were the work of the devil and needed to be suppressed, and foolishly I bought it, hook, line, and sinker. As a result, I had never even masturbated. I had simply waited for the 'problem' to abate or as my sister shared when she saw me once with a hardon in my PJs to slap it hard until it goes away and proceeded to demonstrate with vigor. Naturally, any thoughts of sex that were in me disappeared, and it worked. She was a few years older and had a boyfriend and told me that's how they handled it. My sister always seemed to have everything under control, and I admired and envied her.

Getting back to that first time, I was18 and he was 21, and he was just back home from college and looking for work as a mining engineer as an assistant to a senior engineer, but due to low demand, all of the mining businesses in the area were on the decline, so it was slow going so he would likely be around for a while. Having those few years of wisdom, higher education, and worldly secular lifestyle, I looked up to him and envied him as well as my sister Jane. I think at the time, I wanted to be anyone else but me.

The introduction was remarkably casual and came one night after about a week or so while he and I were still sharing a bed while my aunt and uncle tried to figure out longer term arrangements. I felt lucky to have what I did as no one was prepared for this turn of events, and everyone was doing the best they could under the circumstances. My cousin was welcoming and accommodating beyond my wildest expectations. I felt like I owed them all a great debt.

As we settled in for the night, he said in a low whispery voice and in his Yankee accent, something like "I guess it's a good time for a good rub."

My mind was going a mile a minute. I'm thinking like, what? a rub? What could that be? Back rub, massage maybe? I was confused at first but somehow sex or something to do with it came to mind.

He said "You can rub too if you want to. I won't tell anyone. I know they told you it was bad, but it really isn't. Its nothing to worry about -- it just feels good."

Yep, confirmed its something about sex. I could tell he was reaching in his underwear, which is how we slept in the summer with no a/c -- no PJs, just tee shirts and underwear and with the other hand he turned down the top covers with just the sheet covering his cock like a little ghost standing on his pelvis.

Then he said, "do you know about it yet?" He snickered. "...how to rub?" I nodded but he knew better.

By then I was on my elbows trying to look right through the sheets to see what he was up to when he pulled the sheet down to reveal his cock which was notable in size compared to mine standing straight up. Even in the dim light I could see it was quite different looking. I knew he was not circumcised like me from peeing together and baths and showers when we were kids, but now the foreskin was pealed back, and head was fully exposed and tight like a balloon. Comically I had a fleeting thought, 'You know my sister could smack that down for you.' But no, I didn't say a word, I laid there wide eyed in awe not sure what to make of all this and he told me to pull my under pants down and watch while he stroked his cock with the thumb on the top side of the shaft and the three fingers following the urethra or what we called the 'vein.' And then he told me to do it, so I nervously mimicked what I observed waiting for lightning to strike us both dead, but nothing happened, no retribution, and we had our first rub together. This was a huge event and a real turning point for me. And OMG I loved it. It felt better than anything I had felt before and after a while I noticed it started feeling even better and better then really, really, good and then that good feeling build to an explosion. I felt down to my toes, and I spewed semen that just seemed to keep coming and coming. Then the feeling started to fade and I knew it was finished. But wow I was in a relaxed and wonderful place in my mind in the aftermath. I started rubbing it again just slowly as my erection deflated but never completely faded.

His name is Bobby by-the-way, my cousin, and after we finished, he handed me a couple tissues from the dispenser on his nightstand and took them from me after I cleaned up my semen and tossed his and mine in the waste basket. Then told me If I was done, to pull my underpants up, and looking back I guess he was kind of bossy about it, but I was lost at the time and maybe I needed a leader, so I did as he suggested, and I felt like I should follow his lead. After all so far, so good. I think I slept with a hand in my underwear most of the night if not the whole night.

That was it for the first night. The second night was a little different.

Two.

The next day was pretty much normal as if nothing happened the night before. I got up, had breakfast, we went for a walk through the neighborhood and visited a few old friends, and then he drove me to lunch in his Pontiac handed down from his father, and afterward asked me what I wanted to do. I asked him if he remembered going to the the hobby store in town when we were kids to spend our allowance or leftover birthday money where we would buy model cars, glue and cans of spray paint as well as brush-on paint and a few brushes. We talked about the time in 1965 and I was enamored with the muscle cars and went for a Corvette model while Bobby chose a Mustang. We always went for the 1/24 scale Revel brand, which we considered to be the top of the line in model cars. We also talked about a time before that when we were too young for model cars and ended up with toys like wooden building blocks mostly consisting of colored sticks and round hubs with holes to place the sticks. On the box there were suggested things to build like Ferris wheels and robots with pictures of happy kids and adults playing together in the background. Ya gotta love the marketing geniuses in the 1960s, tapping into the projected ideal 'mid-century modern' family and the American Dream, only to be followed by disappointment on the other side of the cheap cardboard façade soon after the pretty box was opened and the scam exposed. But we fell for it, time and time again never taking the lesson. The world was almost surrealistic with pastel everywhere from lady's dresses to two tone cars with chrome hub caps that barely covered just some of the ugly truth about the filthy machines powered by leaded fuel we rode in. And things have only gotten worse not better.

Bobby said, "You want to go by there? Its still there and I think they still sell model cars.

"We are kind of old for that aren't we?" I replied.

Bobby shrugged, "who cares, maybe its just what we need right now."

It reminded me that Bobby was mourning too. He had just lost an aunt and uncle that wereboth near and dear to him. My sister and I weren't the only ones.

So back in the car we went and returned to my aunt and uncle's house were and I spent the afternoon building our model cars. Bobby went into several closets and dug through all kinds of old stuff to find the tools we used to use back in the day. Some of the paint bottles had dried out but we found everything we needed and started with spray-painting the main body parts and then brush painting the small parts. We were building model cars together just like we did going back 10 or more years before. Black for the tires, and wheels, and suspension, and red for engine, and different colors interior detail pieces and so on such as the little steering wheel and dash panel. There were hundreds of pieces that needed preparation including trimming artifacts for extrusion with an Exacto knife - which was essentially just a razor blade on a metal stick. The different colors for different parts to create the illusion of a real functioning vehicle in miniature. We worked on the models until we were called upstairs for dinner.

After dinner we watched with my aunt and uncle. My sister Jane borrowed my grandfather's car stopped by for a visit with her friend from childhood whom she had reconnected with since coming to town and we all sat together in the family room around an old 25" CRT, with a pole mounted antenna facing Reading PA and enjoyed the electronic snow filled reception. Occasionally one frame out of the roughly 25 frames per second would contain subliminal messages, just a few words being pumped into our heads, as we were eradiated while watching the commercial filled content to help us choose the right cigarettes, cars, and the correct alcohol we should be drinking. Sometimes with the glitchy reception one of the words messages would freeze on the TV just long enough to almost register consciously enough to seem confusing.

Jane and her friend said good night and headed back to town, and now, finally, it was bedtime and although as other relatives were coming and going with the funeral services and everything and this could change sleeping arrangements, Bobby and I would be in same room tonight. I couldn't wait to rub my dick again with my cousin and get another look at his cock. It just looked like such a thing of beauty to me. I know I have one too and it shouldn't be a big deal to see his but I was strangely attracted to it and wanted to know more. Touch it, feel its hardness and see if it pulsed like mine did -- all these things ran through my head -- I knew I wanted to be close to it and touch it. It's all I could think about.

I whispered, "Bobby, should we rub again tonight?"

Willy whispered back, "It's up to you - do you want to?"

I just answered a simple "yes"

I heard him pull his underpants down and I followed along and reached for my cock. He slid over very close, and our legs were touching. I was against his left side and he was left handed. He said, "Let me show you something." And he laid his arm across my belly and took hold of my cock. Then he withdrew his hand and told me to take my tee shirt off and take my underpants all the way off. My heart was racing, and my face flushed but I complied right away. He wanted me naked, completely naked. I would have done whatever he asked to get that hand back on my throbbing cock. So yes, now I am naked, and he is still in a tee shirt. It somehow made me feel like since he was still clothed to some extent, he was in a position of power. He was bigger in every way and that would be the natural order anyway, and this fact, that I am naked at his command seemed to emphasize the point and I discovered I really like this, I really like him telling me what to do.

He started just touching my legs and belly just brushing past my very erect cock and tingling balls. In my mind I was begging him to come back to my cock and tried to use 'body English' to shift in the direction of his passing hand when it went by.

Still in a bedroom whisper Bobby asked, "How does that feel?"

My throat closed and I could barely speak but a managed to get out a "good" with some effort.

"And this?" Willy asked as he moved his hand down to cup my balls and gently rub them.

Again I squeezed out a whisper, "good Bobby -- real good."

"See that - it feels better when someone else does it. Remember that." Bobby said in a low slow whisper. His tone added to the eroticism, and I had just embarked on my first truly erotic encounter of my life. His left hand went back to holding my cock and shifting to his side he brought his right to my balls, and I was keenly aware of his cock now pressed against my side. He stroked away and caressed my nut sack simultaneously and occasionally running a finger down behind my balls to my taint area. I loved the feeling it was better than anything I had ever felt before. Wow this is great, how could he possibly know all this?

As Bobby stroked and caressed me he ordered, again in a low whisper, "take mine."

I knew what he meant, and I took his penis overhand in my right hand and started stroking him.

"Slower, steady." He commanded and pressed tighter against me. By this time, I was ready to spew come again. The feeling deep inside started build and build and feel better and better then rose to almost a crescendo but he pulled back and ramped ne down slowly and he knew how to control me, he was edging me, taking me close to the peak and ramping me back down He slowed his pace and eased his grip and then stopped stroking altogether and just held my privates for a few moments. Then he would start touching the tip of my cock work his pinky tip just a quarter inch or so into my pee hole and it was so intense I could barely stand it but at the same time it was perfect like he could read my mind. Then let go of my cock and then my balls. I was still holding his cock but forgot to keep stroking.

Then Bobby said in a low but assertive voice "You really love your sister don't you?"

I just nodded.

Bobby followed with "I know you would like to be like your sister, don't you?"

Again, I nodded.

"Roll on your belly," Bobby commanded, still in the whisper tone but with a clear sternness.

I hesitated in confusion and I wanted to ask what he was going to do. His response was to squeeze my balls just enough to show his power and he repeated the command, "Jimmy, roll - on - your - belly."

This time I complied; the ball squeeze wasn't really painful but sent a clear message. I felt his hand on my bottom and after a minute he told me to switch sides, and he scooted to the left as I climbed over him and again I assumed the position I already knew he wanted; on my belly on his right. From here he stroked himself with one hand and ran his fingers all over my ass spending quite a bit of time running a finger up and down my ass crack. He played with himself while he explored my ass for probably about four or five minutes and then he stopped.

"Roll back over." He instructed and I did so. Then he said, "now I am gonna show you something the grownups do." And he put his head down to my cock and licked it. Holy shit! I was not expecting that and started to say something, but he immediately shushed me, "it gets better." And he put my whole dick in his mouth and started sucking. The feeling was unbelievably good, better than I could ever imagine. In a few minutes or less, I was orgasming again pumping out semen like the night before but this time way more intense and long lasting. When it was over I was spent like a rag doll, and he rolled me back over on my belly. At this point I was his, bought and paid for. First, he treated me like his slave, then like a king. I knew what this meant, now I owe him.

He wasn't done yet. He motioned a rolling gesture and I knew what to do and in a few seconds I was laying there with my ass up, naked still gathering myself and processing what had just happened. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my ass crack and repeated that a few times. He told me to spit on his hand and I could smell my own ass on it when he put it to my face. Then he mounted me like a horse and sitting up with his legs folded back he started humping my ass crack sliding up and down and rubbing on the outside of my asshole sometimes on the longer strides and I discovered I really liked it almost like a giant tongue licking me back there. He leaned down and stretched his legs out along the outside of mine and squeezed my legs together. This let him control the tightness of my ass crack on his cock and in this new position, he reached under me and grabbed my nipple area like you would grab titties.

"You are going to be my girl tonight." Willy said. "are you going to be a good girl?"

First I said "What?" but then I squeezed out a "Yes!" when he pinched my nipples.

"What are you?" "Bobby asked who's girl are you?"

This was confusing and overwhelming and I started feeling a little scared and I hesitated. He started to pinch my nipples again and I squeaked out a rushed "Yours. I'm yours."

Bobby replied -- "that's right -- remember that. I wanted them to put your sister with us but I got you, so we will have to make do -- won't we?"

"It's fine Bobby, really I like it, everything you are doing, I like it, really like it." I tried to be as convincing as possible and I did like it, it was just a lot to take in in a short time."

He must have been producing pre-cum because it kept getting wetter and slipperier back there and squeezing my little titties he said, "tomorrow I'll show you another thing grownups do at night" and started o groin and as he came, he shooting semen on the small of my back. Then he rolled off me and put his tee shirt and underpants on and said goodnight and called me Jenny for the first time. I was in mild shock but unharmed and very interested in learning more. I got my underclothes back on and finally went to sleep after staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours with butterflies in my stomach.

When I woke in the morning, I noticed my underwear were on inside out and backwards. I did not realize it at the time, but I was being groomed. I had changed, I knew from this moment on I knew was a different person and I felt it deeply in a rush of emotions and wondering what comes next.

Its 10 years later now. I am 30 and Bobby is 32. We are both fully grown adults at this point married for some time with families of our own. It was the time relatives had poured into the town for a funeral for my grandmother in the fall of 1985. Both Bobby and I arrived in town ahead of our wives who would join us in a few days for the services and return to get kids back to school and manage the home front while we stayed to manage family affairs. That first night the two of us ended up in my grandmother's 4-bedroom house expecting at least one other person to sleep over, but it looked like everyone was settled for the night and we had the house to ourselves.

To unwind, we had a few beers and talked about life liberty and the pursuit of happiness that included sex with our respective wives that included inappropriate intimate personal details about them and how they liked to fuck and suck. We even talked about adventures in anal exploits and how it stops after childbirth. Bobby made the point several times that he really missed anal with his wife and how it was a regular thing for years before she started to refuse to let him have it. I explained that my wife and I tried it a few times but it was never a thing with us. The truth in our case was more complicated and my wife Sue was actually the dominant one in the bedroom but I wanted Bobby's respect and would have appeared weak to him if I told him about the domination and strapon sex, so I left that out. Later, at some point got around to how we used to play when I came to live with my aunt and uncle and he introduced me to sex. We agreed it was only because we didn't have girls with us back then and had to make do. We made jokes about it and called that all that time was BP for Before Pussy but agreed we had a lot of fun with our cock out back then.