Something to Gag About

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

You can imagine my reaction when my bedroom door opened and Cliff walked in with his bag which he dumped on the floor. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. Cliff was my sister's boyfriend, who was staying with us over the three-day Fourth of July weekend.

"Ask your mother," Cliff grumbled. "It's her idea."

Mom was right behind him. "Cliff is going to be sharing your bed while he's here," Mom announced.

"I can sleep on the couch," Cliff objected.

"Yeah," I added.

Cliff was nineteen and staying with us because (a) his apartment building was being fumigated for termites and (b) Darlene (my sister, age only seventeen) had invited him. He had no family, no job and no money that we knew of, Mom's worst nightmare for my sister's boyfriend. But Mom had given in with grudging grace and I had been drafted as a substitute chaperone for when she couldn't do it. I was seven years old, and keeping an eye on Big Sister's boyfriend was not my idea of a fun weekend. And him sleeping in my bed with me....

Mom shook her head. "No need for that, Kevin, your bed is big enough for both of you. And that way, I won't have to worry about you, Cliff. Falling off the couch or something." She added too late. Or maybe it wasn't too late, if you know what I mean.

But Mom was right, Cliff was a big, strong, handsome man with an arrogant attitude who practically dripped male hormones (not my observation, Mom and a friend were talking about him and I overheard), and if he was going to be under our roof for three days and nights, he had to be watched, but good!

Mom left and we were alone. I hadn't really looked at Cliff until that moment. Wavy black hair cut in a conservative style that fit him and made him seem like a transplant from an old movie of the 1960's, blue eyes, a face that as Mom had observed was very handsome, with regular features that were almost box-like, with a square jaw and his lower face and upper face about the same size. Best I can do to help you see him (and I'm not saying the resemblance was exact, just the overall impression) is that he looked like James Dean. Again, not exactly, but he had the same sort of look in his own way, his hair was shorter but gave the same look, his face was larger-shaped, but carried the same smoldering look of young male virility at its most assertive. It was easy to see why Darlene was ga-ga over him, which was Mom's entire problem.

"Okay, you get the side of the bed next to the wall," I declared.

"Fine, fine," Cliff grumbled. "So get off the bed so I can get in. Sooner this is all over with, the better." His next words were mumbled and I don't think I was supposed to hear it. "If I had known this was how it was going to be, I would have gotten a motel room."

I had to chuckle and chime in. "You figured on sharing Darlene's bed? Spend all night talking with her about how she's like a bag of honey covered lollipops? Gag!" I did a "finger in my throat" gesture. "Puke! Barf!"

"What's wrong with how I talk with Darlene?" Cliff demanded.

"It's disgusting," I declared. I imitated a part of their conversation I had heard while stuck sitting in the same room with them and pretending to watch television. I proceeded to act the scene out for him.

"Knock, knock," I did a falsetto to imitate Darlene.

"Who's there?" a deeper voice for Cliff.

"Olive."

"Olive Who?"

"Olive you!"

I then did some feminine giggles, and continued.

"Knock, knock." The male voice now.

"Who's there?"

"Al."

"Al who?"

"Al-ove you, too."

More giggles, then the liquid sounds to imitate prolonged kissing. Then I did a "finger down my throat" gesture. "Gag! Puke! Barf!"

"So you don't like it, don't hang around us all the time!"

"You think I want to? Mom wants you watched every minute you're in the house, so why don't you make like a tree and leave?" I retaliated, not very originally.

"Gahhhhh!" Just a rumbled mumble of frustration and he began to get undressed. I couldn't help it, I had to watch as he did it. He sat on the edge of my bed and pulled off his shoes and socks, and his feet were clean and athletic, not gnarled up and scaly like Mom's which I saw every so often (not by choice!). Then he stood up and undid his shirt and pulled it off, no t-shirt, and I got my first good look at his body.

It was nicely formed and he had some muscles, but his body was far from the big muscle-bound figures you see in movies and TV these days. Just a sort of...definition, you could see the muscles but they didn't bulge way out. Put his hands on his waist and unfastened his belt, pulled it out and then undid the top of his jeans and unzipped it and I saw the white of his briefs.

"You enjoying the view?" he asked me and I blushed, turned away. But I turned to where I could see him in the full-length mirror hanging there and I kept my face turned so it looked like I was looking at my basket of dirty clothes instead. He was pulling off his jeans, which were tight and didn't want to let go of his legs.

He pulled them down and now wore only a pair of discolored briefs that dangled rather than cupped his crotch. The basket of the briefs swung in a way that said his cock was down there, which meant that the guy had a dong on him that could choke a horse! I saw that and felt a weird tingling in my own crotch.

He turned and crawled into bed and the brief's basket kind of swung between his legs as he got into the bed and flipped onto his back, like his prick was slapping around loose and he pulled the covers up over himself and hid that all from my view.

He looked at me, standing there with a stunned look on my face. "What's the matter, never saw a man's body before?"



"Not in person," I agreed. Shook myself and turned practical. "You keep to your side of the bed and if you got to get up, wake me first, don't just start crawling over me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now get your ass in bed, too, if I can't do anything else, I want to sleep now."

I pulled my own clothes off and felt his eyes on me as I did it. "Why are you looking at me?" I asked as I took off my shirt.

"Same reason you looked at me. Nothing else to look at in here."

I got down to my pants and briefs only and stopped. "Maybe I should put on some pajamas."

"I don't give a fuck, do it and get in bed so we can turn out the light."

I gave it a moment's thought, decided against pajamas (too warm in here, Mom couldn't afford air conditioning), and crawled in wearing my briefs. I reached to my nightstand and turned the light down to dim. I wanted to be able to see if I had to with him in my bed. Cliff just grunted at that, didn't say anything.

A moment of silence, then I asked, "Why do you and Darlene talk like that?"

"Like what?"

"You're as sweet as a bowl full of strawberries and whipped cream. And you're as sweet as a hot fudge sundae topped with a cute little cherry." I repeated a couple of the more saccharine comments I'd heard that evening.

"Girls like that stuff, you learn to just say it," Cliff told me. "You say it enough, and she gets all wet between the legs and then you can convince her to let you stick your dick in her."

"Yuck! Oooh! Gag, barf, puke!" I replied. "I wouldn't say that stuff. And if I ever do, I'll figure out how to say better things than that. What you say is enough to make anyone gag! Yuck!"

"You got a problem with how I make out?" Cliff demanded, he was a lot angrier than he should have been, I guess I hit a sore spot.

"Yeah, I got a problem. I'm stuck listening to it and I will have to listen the entire three days you're here," I griped. "That stuff makes me gag!"

"And I'm stuck with you chaperoning me and Darlene! That makes me want to gag!" Cliff replied. "So get lost next time!"

"No way!" I was getting a little sore myself then. "You suck face with Darlene, and I'll be right there watching! Even if it does make me want to gag!"

"You want to gag? I'll give you something to gag on!" Cliff threw the bedcovers off of both of us and pulled out his cock. It was hard and angry looking as he was. "You see this? This can make you gag!"

"Yuck, put that away!" I said though my eyes stayed on it. Geez, the guy had about nine inches of cock, I'd heard about it but never thought I'd actually see one. It was like a large, meat banana, long and arced a bit and the head was like one of those mushrooms you see in a book, and about as red.

"You want to look at it, well, look at it!" he demanded.

"I don't want to look at it. It's disgusting."

"Makes you want to gag?"

"Yeah!"

"Here, get a closer look."

His athletic body made his movements easy, he was on his knees and threw a leg over me and was sitting on my chest with his prick and nuts hanging out one side of his briefs and right in my face!

"Get that away from me!" I said.

"You want to gag, well, gag on this." He grabbed my head and pushed my face against his prick. It was warm, and a little sticky.

"Ooh, nasty, stop that!" I complained. "I'm going to barf!"

He got the head against my lips and pushed and my attempt to say something let him stuff it into my mouth.

"Here, gag on this," he growled. I guess, thinking about it now, that Cliff had gotten really worked up thinking of sticking it to Darlene, then Mom sprang him sleeping with me instead, and I was triggering all his frustrations.

"Suck it," he commanded. "Suck it or I'll shove it so far down your throat you'll see what gagging really is!"

I hesitantly gripped his prick with my lips and moved back and forth. Cliff growled. "That's it but faster. And harder! Come on, get moving on it or I'll shove it in deep, damn it! Suck!"

I moved faster and he relented, holding my head less tight and waiting for me to do my bit on this. His cock wasn't tasting all that bad, now that I had it on my tongue, the smell was more rich and ripe than skanky. Kind of...virile and masculine. My own prick was tingling and I began to work his cock in earnest.

"Yeah, that's what I figured," Cliff grunted. "Sitting there staring at us, staring at me taking off my clothes. You were thinking about this, wanting it."

I hadn't been, but now that I had his cock in my mouth... "Mm-hm!" I grunted

"Hmph, this weekend isn't going to suck so bad after all. Since I can have you suck it," He chuckled at his own joke. "Now, get busy working it."

I did, then gasped. Cliff had reached behind with one hand and had his fingers working my own crotch. I grunted, and grabbed the elastic waistband and yanked it down and his hand closed on my own cock, my whole two and a half inches sticking up for him to grip and play with.

"Hmmm, not bad for your age, you might grow up to have a cock as big as mine," Cliff grunted, a satisfied tone in his voice. He hadn't cared how he got his cock sucked, he just wanted it sucked. I would do just fine.

I began to slow down and he said, "Hey, why are you stopping?"

I mumbled and he removed his cock from my mouth and I said, "I can't move with you sitting on my chest.

"Oh. Well, okay." He got off me and back onto his back and said, "Here, now you can get down and suck it right." He proceeded to then peel off his briefs to lie completely nude, and I was quick to imitate him to get naked as well.

I crawled around to where my legs were at my pillow and I got my lips around his prick and I really went to town. Somewhere in those last few minutes, I had turned from finding cocks nasty to finding them wonderful! He had a majestic body and magnificent cock and I was lucky enough to have it in my bed and allowed to suck on it. I grabbed his balls and held them in my palm like a pair of worry balls, feeling the fur of the pubic hair on them, the rich, velvety, warm feeling of the ballsac, the oval testicles inside firm and loaded with the bountiful product of life that a man's body makes in the millions to give every chance for life to be borne.

So I fondled them as I slurped on his full, warm shaft and Cliff groaned and I felt his hand back on my own cock, and it pulsed in his grip. He shifted, moving and I wondered what he was doing when I found out, for my own prick was enclosed in soft, silken lips and I felt his tongue lap my cockhead and I moaned and sped up my own nursing on his towering manhood.

I felt Cliff's finger touching my butthole and it surprised me, but the touch was gentle, kind of gentle stimulation of the very tender flesh there and it stimulated my body and I moaned, groaned, and was struck with my climax, my body shook and shivered and I moaned and my prick pulsed in his mouth.

I kept sucking him and he removed his finger then replaced it and this time he had coated it with his saliva and he poked at my anus with his finger tip and I gasped and said "Ooh!" almost involuntarily, I mean, it just felt so good.

"You like that?" he asked me.

"Yeah, felt nice," I said. "Do it again."

He pushed his finger into me, I couldn't tell how far, and I moaned again. God, it just felt so-o-o-o-o-o-o goo-oo-oo-oo-ood! "Nice, real nice."

Cliff chuckled. "You ain't felt nothing yet."

He pushed his finger in more and began to wriggle it around. I moaned and groaned almost like I had when I'd had my climax. He pushed it a little harder and then he touched a place on my inside that was...amazing!

"You feel that?" Cliff asked me.

"Boy, do I ever!" I said. "It's amazing!"

"Yeah, isn't it? Want me to give it a real thrill."

"Yes, yes, oh, please, yes!"

He took some time on it, pushing in a second finger and kind of stretching me, but when I began to feel pain, he would pull out all but one finger and reach in and touch that special place inside me again, and pretty soon I was able to take two fingers, and then three. He kept spitting on his fingers and he had me pretty wet by the time he said, "Okay, Kevin, time for me to give you the thrill ride of your life."

I was more than willing, and he pushed me onto my back and got between my legs. Spitting into his palm, he slicked up his dong with his spit and when he had it slimy with his saliva, he lifted my legs and butt upwards and his cockhead found my butthole, and he pushed into it.

It was so big and firm and round and it went into me and the cockhead pressed against that special place and brushed over it and past and I had the shift pressing it then. He stopped and said, "That's got most of my cock inside you, Kevin. God, I've never seen a boy take my cock so fast, you must really be hot for it."

"I am, I am!" I moaned. "It's sooooo gooooood!"

"Now for your thrill ride." Cliff began to move his cock back and forth inside me and I moaned as the cockshaft and head brushed my special place again and again. I crooned my passion, it felt so good, and he sped up. "Shifting into second gear," he said. "Third gear soon, then hyperdrive. How does that sound?"

"Great, oh, oh, terrific!" I groaned.

"Third gear now," he said after a moment more.

I moaned anew as he began to move so fast the mattress springs started squeaking. Cliff was sort of panting and sort of just breathing hard, a hah-hah-hah-hah-hah sound. "Damn, this is fucking hot," he gasped. "I'd planned to fuck Darlene tonight, and instead I'm fucking her little brother, so fucking hot!"

"Darlene would hit the freaking roof if she finds out!" I groaned.

"So we don't tell her, do we?" Cliff panted as he hammered my ass.

"I guess not," I agreed.

"Ready for hyperdrive?" he asked me. "I'm getting pretty fucking close."

"Me, too," I groaned. "Ahead, warp factor nine."

He gave a weak chuckle, recognizing the Star Trek reference. "Aye, aye, Captain." and he began to slam me so hard that his "third gear" was like a turtle's crawl. The mattress was yelling out but it didn't take long, less than a minute and he was groaning hard, and so was I and he came, I felt the hot spunk hit me inside my ass and splash that special place inside and I shook and shuddered in a second climax just as strong, if not stronger, than the first.

He sank down onto me, gasping hard, then he rolled onto his back beside me. "Kevin," he said, "this is the start of something really special here, you're going to be seeing a lot of me from now on."

The next three days were great. Days he spent with Darlene and even my Mother, ingratiating himself into her good will so that by the Fourth of July, that Monday, we were all four the best of friends.

Cliff and I managed a few visits over the next several months, as he and Darlene kept going out.

Then came the news about the marriage, which would make him a member of my family.

He'd be in my life a lot for the rest of my young life.

Oh, not my sister Darlene, though he did get her pregnant around the same time as that fabulous Fourth of July. He married my mother. Mom, my oh-so-proper Mom, had been getting banged by him the same time he was banging my sister, and banging me.

Now THERE'S really something to gag about!

THE END
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