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.