I had known Rodney ever since I moved into my house about 10 years ago. Rodney is my best friend's (Tyler) older brother and Jason's oldest son (step-son). Through the years of growing up with him, he seemed like a nice guy and was the oldest out of the neighborhood so he was like a protector to us who were younger if we ever needed a help from jerks. He considered me a friend but we never really hung out at all for me to be one of his good friends but he still enjoyed seeing me around. Once he reached the age of 18, he went into the marines and came back home a year later when things seemed to change a little. Rodney seemed to be as friendly as usual but he started to keep more to himself and locked up in his room at his parents house. After Tyler and I decided to stay home and go to college, Rodney really started to change. He stopped smiling after the summer had hit and always looked so down all the time. Tyler was even telling me that Rodney would rarely wrestle with Tyler and when he did, Tyler always seemed to end up hurt in the end. I couldn't really understand was what going on with Rodney, until one night in July.
I was over at Tyler's house, trying to get some help with once of my classes from Tyler when I just finally gave up on trying.
"Ugh! I'm never gonna get this, it's so fucking hard!" I explained.
"Just relax" Tyler assured me. "Let's play some zombies to chill out and then get back to this later."
"It's kinda late don't you think for us to break for some time and then come back" I questioned. "By the time we do, it will be about 1 in the morning and I know my parents aren't going to enjoy opening the door for me at that time.
"Why don't you stay at my house then for tonight?" Tyler asked me. "So you don't have to go home and we can come back to study later on tonight."
"Sounds like a good idea but only if you got some extra blankets" I told him.
"Well duh" he said to me in a stupid tone.
I just rolled my eyes at him and smiled as I leaned back on the floor to stretch. Tyler started up his PS3 and we played a match of zombies which took about and hour and a half when Tyler decided it was time to get some rest. I made my bed on the floor and I closed my eyes to sleep when I thought I heard something through the floor. It sounded like Jason was getting himself off again and there were a few muffled cries. I was wondering what was going on down there but I was so tired I feel asleep.
The next morning, Tyler and I have walked downstairs to join Rodney and Jason at the table for breakfast. Rodney was wearing only his pajama bottoms and Jason was wearing boxers. Usually, Jason wouldn't be allowed to wear just boxers at the table but since his wife was away at her sister's house in Colorado, Jason was suppose to stay with Tyler and Rodney until she would return a few days later. Rodney just looked down at his breakfast while he ate and Jason kept smiling at Rodney before noticing Tyler and I were downstairs. Once Jason did notice, he greeted Tyler and I happily.
"Hey you guys, how'd you sleep last night?" Jason asked.
"I slept fine" Tyler answered.
"I had an okay dream too but I could have sworn I heard something weird" I answered.
Rodney slowly started to lean towards his plate a little bit more so no one could see his face.
"Like what?" Jason asked.
"I could have sworn I had heard somebody muffled and they were crying for help" I explained.
"You sure it wasn't a dream?" Jason had asked me a little insecure.
At that moment I could feel Rodney staring over at me and Jason was trying to give me a hint to stop talking. Tyler doesn't know I had sex with his dad 3 times in the past month and neither does Rodney. I knew Jason has sex with Rodney a lot and something was going on between Rodney and Jason so in order to keep everything low, I lied and said "Yeah, I think it was."
Tyler was too busy stuffing his face to know what was going on so I continued to stare down at the cracks in between the pieces of wood that made the table, Jason eased up and sipped his coffee and I could feel Rodney was staring at me. I glanced over at him to see a tear roll down his face. I felt sad for Rodney but I didn't really know why. Rodney got up from the table and scrapped his food into the trash.
"Why are you wasting food for?" Tyler asked him since Rodney still had a lot of food on his plate.
"I'm not hungry" Rodney mumbled.
Rodney cleared his plate and put it into the sink before sulking downstairs into his room. A little while later he came back up being dressed and grabbed his car keys before Jason stopped him, while he was still in his boxers.
"Where are you going Rodney?" Jason asked kindly.
"I'm going out" he responded in a slightly aggravated tone and with that, he got in his car and left.
Tyler had left shortly after for work and I was about to leave when Jason had stopped me.
"It looks like we're alone again" he started off seductively, "Want to do it while they're gone?"
"I'm not sure Jason" I told him. "I do need to study and I'm pretty sure my parents saw them both leave. They'll think it's weird that I'm here without them."
"Don't worry about your parents, they aren't home and plus you are 19, you can make your own decisions. Plus you know you want my big dick again" Jason explained as he started to take off my shirt.
I was still unsure about having Jason fucking me again because I wanted to know what happened last night but before I knew it, Jason was carrying me up stairs over his shoulder, about to have his way with me again. I did want him again but I felt it was a little too soon.
That night, I chose to stay at Tyler's again in order to snoop around Rodney's room for clues on why he was so upset today. Luckily for me, Tyler had stayed at work because he had to work 3rd shift to cover for someone so it was me and Jason left at Tyler's house for the time being. It was about midnight and Rodney was still gone so I was starting to worry about him a little. I had started to snoop around in his room when I had moved out his giant cardboard cut-out of Michael Jordan and I found some crumpled up duck-tape and a ball gag all balled up together. I was surprised to find what I did but I kept looking around. I found some magazines of naked guys in them hidden under his bed and I found some D.V.D.'s hidden at the bottom of his drawers. I looked through his trash to find a whole bunch of crumpled papers written all over them that Rodney hated himself and was so confused and didn't want Jason to keep "hurting" him. I felt so bad for Rodney because it seemed to me that Jason must have "raped" him last night and many times before. Just at that, I heard Rodney's car pull up and I quickly put all of the evidence back to where it was. Rodney had entered the house but he must have been buzzed because by the sound of him walking, he stumbled a little. I knew I was trapped because I couldn't run back upstairs or Rodney would have caught me so I decided to hide behind the giant cut-out because the back side wasn't there. Rodney came down the stairs after I hid and came into his room. He tore of his clothes and slipped on his slippers and went back upstairs naked for a moment. Luckily for him, Jason was in bed.
He came back down with some toilet paper and sat down on his bed, grabbed a remote and flipped on the television. He then turned on a gay porno and started to jack off with some tears rolling down his face. I had never seen Rodney naked before just like I never seen Jason naked until last month. He was skinny but a little muscular. His body was nice and sexy, just like Jason's and he had a nice dick. It had to be about the size of mine and was about an average thickness of a normal cock. I started to become horny watching him masturbate and he started to moan a little.
"Oh...ahh!" Rodney moaned softly.
After some time into the porno, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and continued to move his hand even faster. Back on the porno, one guy was on all fours in doggy style position and was grabbing the sheets on the bed while his buddy just pulled his huge dick out of him and took off the condom. There was still lube on his dick from before he had slipped the condom on and he had spread apart his friend's cheeks, exposing his asshole. The guy with the huge dick started to slide his dick up and down the other guy's ass, like he was still fucking him and the other guy was enjoying it. The guy gliding his dick up and down his buddy's asshole seemed to start and tense up. He stopped gliding his cock and had his friend lay back on the bed. The huge dick dude came over to his buddy's lips while stroking himself off and commanded his buddy to obey him.
"Show me your tongue" the dude commanded.
His friend opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. The big dick dude held onto his friend's short black hair and had control of his friend's head. He moved his head back so his friend's face was up. The guy with a huge cock started to cum all over his buddy's tongue, mouth and chin. Pearly white cum came out and his friend started to suck his dick again slowly, to get all of the cum.
Rodney started to beat himself off as fast as he could and he started to moan a little bit more but he sounded a little aggravated while he was. Another tear rolled down his face as he looked at his dick while he was beating it.
"AHH! Oh shit!- I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Rodney started to yell.
I seen Rodney reach over for something along his shelf but I couldn't see because a stand was blocking my view. He turned towards whatever he grabbed which cut off part of my vision so I couldn't see what he was jerking off too. I heard him start to moan and I was guessing his was starting to shoot his load by his facial expressions and his moaning.
"Ah! AHHHH!! OH MY GOSH!! AHHHHHHH!!!" Rodney yelled.
Rodney shot off his load in the corner I guess and he put back whatever he had in his hand and he turned back to the T.V.. He took the toilet paper he had and he wiped away some tears rolling down his face and then he began to cry. He still had some sperm on his hands but he didn't really care since he moved his hands to his eyes and he got cum in them. I was really confused but I felt I wanted to come out of hiding and comfort him. I held myself back from it as I watched him cry to himself. After a few minutes, he left his room and turned on a light on a little further back from behind his bedroom curtain in the basement. He really didn't have a door so it was the only light that I could have used to see for now unless he turned on another light. Rodney had went back upstairs with tears in his eyes and his buzz must have worn off because he sounded like he was walking normally upstairs. I wanted to help him on whatever he needed help with so I came out of hiding and had a plan for when he arrived back down. I was looking around like I was before, pretending to try to find some clues like before when I heard him come back down. When he came in, he was startled but starting to yell at me.
"Clay! What are you doing down here?!" he screamed at me. "Why aren't you back home where you belong?!"
