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Caught That Wasnt No Candle

Caught That Wasnt No Candle

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Chapter 4

Caught (That wasn't No Candle)

Quick disclaimer: While the stories are true. I have changed names, city locations, and remained vague on exact dates on purpose. I have taken some liberties with dialog. I've tried to be as accurate as possible, but the events up to this point took place 40 to almost 50 years ago. I hope you enjoy the series as I progress, in my journey to sexual freedoom.

It was January 21, a new year still in it's infancy, but for me it was my 30th year walking this planet.

If your 30 and over, you know what turning 30 means. They don't call it the big 3-0 for nothing.

Yep, it was my birthday, and that meant I would be the center of every ones attention. Bah-humbug, I was dreading it. I just wanted to find a dark corner somewhere. Curl up with a bottle of Jim Beam, and forget about it.

I knew that forgetting about it, just wasn't going to happen. The girl I was dating at the time, was determined to make this as she put it. "A special day."

It just so happened my birthday fell on a Saturday, that year. To Dawn, that was an omen. It meant one thing, party.

She and her friends put out all the decorations. Tied balloons to the mail box, of the house I was renting. The balloons were to ensure that the whole town of Oolitic, knew I was 30 years old.

She invited all my friends even those from Indianapolis. My sisters, and their husbands were all coming as well. Even Dawns, sister, and brother were coming.

I Picked up the keg of beer she ordered. I also was tasked with picking up food, paper plates, plastic cups, and utensils.

It also became my responsibility to pick up the cake. That's right you heard me. My own birthday cake!

People started arriving to the house around seven, that evening. The beer flowed, drinks were mixed, pot was smoked and cocaine was snorted. All to the back drop of classic rock blaring over the stereo.

Every one seemed to be enjoying themselves. The party for the most part was uneventful. No fights, no squabbles, no cops.

Dawn was so proud of herself. She was so proud in fact, that she drank till she passed out. Happy Birthday to me, right? I was at least hoping to get a blow job. It was my birthday after all, and I was horny as hell.

Every one pretty much cleared out by two am. The exceptions were of course those passed out, and a few too drunk to drive.

The place was a mess. Plastic cups everywhere. Some brought their own beer. There were bottles with cigarette butts, and cans with cigarette butts all adorned several rooms through out the house.

Ash trays full of roaches and cigarette butts. Confetti and streamers everywhere, and I didn't even go upstairs.

I tried to get Dawn up to go to bed. She was having no part of it. Not in her drunken state. I finally said. "Fuck it." and went to bed.

The bedroom was on the main floor, just off the living room at the front of the house.

I had a buzz going, but it wasn't quite the level Dawn's was. Still I was pretty sure a hangover was waiting for me in the morning.

The bedroom was extremely dark. I was almost undressed when I heard a soft murmur followed by a loud snoring sound.

Once my eyes adjusted to the dark room. I could make out the form of some one sleeping, in my bed. Passed out would probably be a better word for it.

I moved closer to get a better look. I found Dawns brother Michael, lying on his back. He was on top of the covers, in a varying degree of undress.

Michael had managed to get his shirt off, but his pants were half on half off. He had one leg completely out. While the other leg remained wrapped in denim around his ankle.

I removed Michael's socks, and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. His white cotton briefs stood out, in contrast to the dark room.

I got a blanket from the closet, and covered him up. I started to leave, thinking I would just sleep in the guest bedroom, on the other side of the house.

I didn't want to walk through the house in my underwear, and I didn't feel like getting dressed.

I decided to sleep in my bed. I grabbed another blanket, and crawled in next to Michael.

Michael had similar features as his sister. He was younger than Dawn by three years. He had thick dishwater blonde hair, that just covered his ears.

He had round blue eyes, and high cheek bones. His skin was flawless. Michael's lips were full, like his sisters. They always seemed at the ready, to smile.

He wasn't a hard body, maybe ten pounds too heavy for his 5'10" frame. He carried the weight pretty well. His best feature was his ass. He had two fleshy round globes.

Michael like his sister was very attractive. He also happened to be very gay.

I tossed and turned lying next to Michael. I was so fucking horny I couldn't sleep. Lying next to Michael got me to thinking back, to my time with Walt.

The way Walt took advantage of me, in my sleep. How I awoke with Walt's hand on my erect cock. Thinking about it only made me hornier, but it did give me an idea.

With bated breath I removed Michaels blanket. I could see the bulge of his package tightly tucked away, in his cotton briefs.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I was taking a big chance. What if I pissed him off, and he told Dawn? What if he rejected me, and told Dawn? What if he woke up swinging, or worse screaming?

Fuck it, I was horny. Emboldened by the alcohol. I reached down between his legs. I held my breath as my trembling fingers traced the outline of his limp cock.

Forgetting to breathe, my lungs felt like they were about to explode. I exhaled and tried to steady my hand. The whole time Michael continued to lightly snore.

I cupped his large weighty balls in my hand. I had never done this before. Never had I been the one to initiate contact. I was becoming even more aroused, as I contemplated my next move.

My cock was now deliciously hard, and swollen to it's full length. Michaels cock became semi-erect, and then hard.

I lightly ran a finger along the ever hardening form. Only the cotton briefs separated our flesh. A small wet spot began to form, and spread in his briefs.

My heart pounded in my chest. I just had to see how far I could go. I was so horny, that all good sense was abandoned.

I knew it was wrong, but that only added to my aroused state. I could hardly contain my excitement.

I eased Michaels underwear down. His gorgeous six inch cock sprang free. It looked so smooth with large thick veins.

To my surprise he was smooth, no pubic hair at all. This made his six inches look bigger than it was. It also peaked my desire to new heights.

He had a large purple mushroom head. Pre cum oozed from the tip. I couldn't help myself. Overcome with lust I leaned down and licked the tip.

I can't begin to describe the electricity that flowed through me. My whole body felt like one big sexual organ.

Every smell, every touch set me aflame. This was by far the most daring thing, I had ever done.

Michael remained motionless, as I licked the tip again. My hand squeezed the base of his cock. My tongue probed around his pee slit. The tip emitted more pre cum, as my saliva coated the spongy organ.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I lapped at the bulbous head, as my hand pumped the rigid flesh of his shaft.

My mouth enveloped the tip of his manhood. Gently my tongue rolled and swirled around the sensitive knob.

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My tongue coaxed and urged the pre cum to flow. His essence coated my tongue with a thin salty layer.

I laid my head on Michaels soft belly, and eagerly sucked and pulled the delicate, responsive head into my mouth.

My hand pumped his veiny rod as I tenderly loved on the hypersensitive tip of his organ.

I was so wrapped up in my endeavor. I barely noticed Michael had begun to slightly rock his hips.

I moved my hand up his shaft, and firmly gripped him, just below his meaty head. Michael moaned softly.

I felt Michael place a hand, on the back of my head. My head still on his stomach. I continued to slobber on and lavish the ever growing sensitive head with my tongue.

Michael continued to gently rock his hips. The fat head of his cock slid between my lips, and across my flattened tongue. Michael's moans increased in frequency, and intensity.

I could feel the head of his cock become meatier, more fleshy. It seemed to swell, and expand in my mouth. It filled my mouth, as pre cum seemed to flow freely.

Michael's stomach began to rise and fall rapidly. His grip behind my head became more intensive. I felt his muscles tense. I knew what was coming.

Michael's hips raised up off the bed, as the first steam of cum erupted. It washed over my tongue, and splashed into the back of my throat.

His shaft spasmed, and jerked violently in my hand. Michael moaned loudly, as he clutched at the hair on my head.

He tried to force more of his cock, into my mouth. I held firm, and maintained just the head of his cock between my lips.

I tried to swallow the first load, but a second heavy stream followed. There was too much to swallow. Cum oozed from my lips, and ran down my chin. A small puddle began to form on his belly, and run down the sides.

He erupted again, and I choked as the creamy load splashed against the back of my throat.

I pulled away, and just as the swollen head left my lips. I felt his member contract, and a heavy rope of cum hit me in the face.

Then a second but weaker stream shot out, and landed across my lips. I took the meaty head back into my mouth, and drained the last of his cum.

Michael's body went limp underneath me. His breathing began to ease, and become more steady.

I rolled off and lay at his side. My face was covered in cum. I began to lick at my lips. I could taste the salty remnants of his seed. I removed my underwear and wiped my face with them.

"My god RJ, that was awesome."

Michael spoke first breaking the silence.

"You're not mad, are you?"

I was feeling guilty about taking advantage of him like that.

"Mad, no, not mad, but surprised."

Not knowing what to say. I remained silent.

"I mean, you and my sister, uh you, are you bi?

Michael asked trying to make sense out of what just happened.

"I've been with a few men."

I stated rather matter of factly.

"Does sis know?"

"Oh, hell no, and I don't want her to know either!"

I was rather emphatic more than I intended to be.

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to say anything."

"I mean what the hell would I say?"

"Hey, sis your boyfriend sucked my dick."

I had to snicker at that.

"No, I suppose not."

"Do you always attack guys when they're sleeping?"

Michael sat up and looked over at me.

I diverted my eyes. Again not knowing what to say I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Are you going to suck my dick every time I fall asleep?"

"Cause if you are...."

We both started laughing.

Michael propped himself up on one elbow, and rested his head on his hand.

I followed his eyes as they came to rest on my fully engorged cock.

"Damn RJ, nice cock!"

All eight inches were on full display. I was so fucking hard, and horny. I needed relief. I didn't care how I got it. I just knew I was going to get it.

"Thanks, now what are we gonna do with it?"

Michael rolled on to his stomach. He looked over at me, and grinned.

"I want that in my ass."

Dawn and I had tried anal once. She hated it, but I did have a tube of KY Jelly.

I reached into my night stand beside the bed. I fished the tube out of the drawer and turned to face Michael.

"I've never done this before."

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"What fuck?"

Michael grinned at me, and wiggled his ass. Damn he was gorgeous, and that ass looked very fuck-able.

"You know what I mean."

I put a small dollop of jelly on my finger.

"Just get over here and fuck me."

Michael stuck his bubble butt in the air.

I positioned myself behind him. I spread the fleshy cheeks of his ass. Cautiously I inserted my lubed finger inside his anal cavity.

I rubbed some KY on my cock coating it with a thin layer. Damn my cock was hard, and sensitive. The cool lube felt good on the warm skin, of my organ.

I placed the head at the tight looking orifice and eased the head inside. His sphincter muscle immediately closed around it.

The warmth and snugness that enveloped the spongy head of my cock was exquisite. I softly moaned as I slid inside.

"Bang that ass baby!"

Michael pushed back against me. The entire length of my cock was buried inside his anal cavity.

"Now fuck me damn it!"

Michael began to grind into my pelvic region.

I grabbed Michael by his hips and with drew my throbbing member. I thrust forward and drove into Michael's ass.

I held Michael to my groin, did a slow deep grind, and then pulled back. With the tip of my cock still inside him, I drove forward. Damn his ass felt good wrapped around my cock.

I began rocking my hips increasing the pace with each stroke. My hips loudly slammed into the cheeks of Michael's ass.

Michael pushed back to meet each thrust. The fleshy mounds of his cheeks rippled, with each violent thrust.

I squatted above him for leverage and rode Michael' s fat ass. Penetrating as deep as I could go. My balls swung heavily against his jiggling cheeks.

Michael moaned as I plunged in and out. I pummeled his ass with all eight hard inches.

We both moaned together. Our mutual arousal filled the air, with sounds of our sex.

Our pace quickened with a new fervor. We reached a feverish pitch as I railed inside his ass. He in turn drove his hips back hard, to meet each thrust.

Michael turned into a complete slut. I ravaged his ass with reckless abandon. The harder I fucked him. The more he wanted.

He was driving me crazy, as he gave himself up completely. I was in control, and I knew it. He was mine to use as I wanted.

My cock began to swell and thicken. I pushed passed the walls of Michael's inner canal. I could the beginnings of my orgasm, as I stretched his inner walls.

With my orgasm building deep within my balls. I grabbed Michael's hips, and pushed into his cushy bubble butt. My cock throbbed as it neared the point of no return.

I held him against my groin. I threw my head back and let out a low growl. My legs trembled as my hot cum shot into the deep confines, of Michael's love tunnel.

I could feel my orgasm, coming from deep within my core. I pushed deeper and a steady stream of cum gushed from my sensitive knob.

I quivered and shook as the orgasm overtook every fiber of my being. Michael moaned and groaned with each spasm, twitch, and contraction.

I Pulled out and kneeled directly behind Michael. I spread the plump mounds of his ass. His freshly fucked hole leaked a small white stream of cum.

I ran the sensitive head of my cock, through his cum filled cheeks. I pushed my cock back inside his juicy ass, and withdrew it.

I watched as more of my milky white cum emerged. Slowly my cum eased down onto his ball sack.

I repeated the action and watched fascinated. His little hole puckered, and spasmed, pushing more of my cum out as I watched.

Exhausted I gave one of Michaels cheeks a playful smack, and lay down beside him.

"Wow, what a way to wake up."

Michael rolled onto his back.

"I mean, wow, a blow job and a fuck."

Michael was beaming as I ly there staring at the ceiling.

"Well, it is my birthday, and I had to blow my candles out."

I laughed nervously.

"That wasn't no candle."

We laughed and continued talking. Eventually I feel asleep, in the early morning hours.

When I awoke around two in the afternoon, Michael was gone. We never hooked up again.

By June of that year Dawn and I were no longer together. She couldn't match my high octane sex drive She lacked the spontaneity, and creativity I was looking for.

Once again I wrestled with the issues, that arose out of my night with Michael.

I told myself it was just situational. The right place, at the wrong time, or wrong place, right time. It's all in how you look at it.

I argued with myself, searching for answers. I reasoned that I had to be some kind of sexual deviant.

I couldn't understand how so many years passed between encounters. I couldn't understand why I passed on other opportunities, but succumbed to these few instances.

In truth it was who I was. I fought it because, this wasn't how I was raised. It didn't fit in with, what my idea of a man was.

I was supposed to work hard, and play hard. I was supposed to chase pussy, and drink beer. I was supposed to drive fast cars, shoot guns, and scratch my balls in public.

I was supposed to settle down. Take a wife, have kids, and live up to my responsibilities.

Pretty fucked up idea of what it means to be a man huh?

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