Chapter 3
SOME BROTHERLY ADVICE
The next day, Tom went to work as usual. His jobs were the usual ones. He sharpened pencils, got paper for the typists, mailed letters, delivered letters, and generally spent his time 'wiping other people's asses.' Tom had almost belted his brother in the mouth when he said that, but was able to restrain himself. Besides, even if it were true -lord knew it was-it was not worth fighting over.
He did wipe their asses at work. All day long. And he got a salary for it. After eight years of the same thing at the same rate, he knew he was jealous of Digby because he got ahead so much faster.
As a sophomore at the local college, Digby was doing pretty well as a student. He had a part-time job working as a bookkeeper in a small supermarket and was getting a decent wage for a college student.
What Tom made for fifteen hours work, Digby made in five. This, too, was a bone ot tension between them, but mostly on Tom's side.
But the major cause was Digby's ability to coerce girls to sleep with him. He was constantly relating stories about his many, varied and numerous episodes with females in bed, in cars, on beaches, on the ground. He remembered when he was nineteen and Digby was fifteen, and Digby first had sexual intercourse.
On a singular Saturday night, at about two a.m. early in July, Digby came home almost crazy with excitement. Tom had asked him what had happened. He had been reluctant to tell his older brother, for fear he would turn around and spout off to the parents.
But after many minutes of constant pleading from Tom, and having extracted a solemn promise never to reveal to anyone what had happened, Digby told his older brother.
Very quietly, almost inaudibly, he said, "I got laid tonight!"
Tom's immediate reaction was disbelief. His fifteen-year-old brother could not get laid. Especially if he was nineteen and had not gotten it before.
"You're full of shit!"
"It's true! I met this girl at the church dance and I screwed her."
"All you did was go there and meet a girl and she said she wanted to fuck you?"
"No, stupid! After the dance I walked her home. I was holding her hand. Then I put my arm around her shoulders. Then I put my hand on her breast. When we passed the park where all the kids go, I asked her if she wanted to sit down for a while.
"So we were sitting on this bench for maybe twenty minutes just kissing. When I put my hand back on her tit, she didn't try to stop me again like the first time. Finally, I took the chance and put my hand up under her dress. She still didn't stop me, so I went up to her pussy.
"She still didn't do anything. So I put my finger into her twat. Man, I almost dropped dead when I put my finger in! I thought I was going to shoot right in my fucking pants. I had my finger in her hole for a couple of minutes when she started making funny noises.
"Right away I pulled out. I thought I was hurting her or something. But she tells me to keep going and to keep going even faster. I do like she says, and a minute later, she's pouring all over the damned place.
"This funny smelling stuff is all over my hand and on her legs and, well, everywhere. In the dark I couldn't see if maybe I'd busted her and she was bleeding to death. But she was having her orgasm. Anyway, she had it and then she says she wants to play with my pecker.
"I said no. I mean, it was like she had the syph or something like that. And I was scared to get it. Or maybe she was nuts and would cut off my piece. But she kept asking and begging. Her hands were rubbing the outside of my pants. I had a hard-on like you wouldn't believe.
"Then she started pulling my zipper down. I told her I couldn't just whip it out on the spot and in plain sight. I mean, what if somebody had come by?
"So, you know what she tells me?" Tom was so enthralled by the story, that he did not recognize the question. It took him an instant to recover and ask, "What?"
"Well, do you know what she says?" It was an unnecessary repetition.
"No."
"She tells me that, if we go to her place, there's this little room in the cellar near the washer that nobody ever uses, and she says that it's safe. I asked her what for and she says that nobody will ever bother us there, no matter what we do.
"She starts smiling and almost laughs. Anyway, I go with her to the house and we sneak down to the cellar. It was like real fucking dark. I couldn't see a damned thing, but she knows where she's going and leads me by the hand.
"Finally we come to this door. She opens it and tells me to come in with her. She flicks the switch when she's sure I shut the door to see if there's anybody there. It's empty, so she turns the light off. She's leading me through the dark, with the only light coming from the window. It took me a couple of minutes to adjust and then things were only shadows.
"Soon as we get into the room, she grabs my cock and tries to get it out of my pants. So I put my pants down and she starts playing with my soft cock. As soon as she touches it, it starts getting hard.
"And soon it's as hard as a rock and she starts jerking it off. I was so shitting excited that I fucked off all over the place. All over her hand, the floor, everywhere.
"Then she tells me that I gotta fuck her! Right after I shot. I said my cock was too sensitive and that she'd have to wait a little. She tells me if I don't do it then, she's going to leave. Right away she pulls her dress over her hips and pulls her panties down. She lays down on a bench and tells me to put it into her.
"I walk over to her and get between her legs. Finally, I put my cock in and start to hump. My cock hurt for a while, but it started fucking really good. Next thing, she wraps her legs around me and starts making those noises again.
"I tell her to shut up or else somebody will hear us. And we'll be caught. I mean, I was scared stiff. But I wanted to fuck her, too. So it didn't make all that much difference.
"I kept pounding into her until after ten or so minutes. Then I shot my load. I thought I was going to bust with all the scum that came pumping out of me. But I didn't. After I shot, I tried to get out of her cunt. But she told me that she hadn't come yet and that I had to keep going in until she did. And as she still had her shitty legs still wrapped around me, there wasn't fucking much I could do except do like she said.
"By this time my fucker was killing me. But I kept going in and out until she came and flooded the place again. Then I told her to give me her phone number. She said no and said if I wanted to I could meet her some place next week. I told her that I'd meet her at the next church dance and she said it was okay. And that was that!"
Tom's interest in his younger brother's tale had made his cock stiff. His erection advanced and he wanted to run into the bathroom to relieve himself.
"Well, Tom, do you believe me now?"
Tom nodded. "How old is the girl?"
"She's fifteen, I think. Oh, I don't know. Who gives a damn?"
"Well, my little brother finally grew up."
He tried to conceal his jealousy, but Dig knew. To him, anything about his older brother was obvious. He knew, but he decided to tease.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"How was it with you on your first time?" Tom, shocked and unprepared, thought quickly of how to lie to his brother. "You got laid, didn't you?" "Sure!"
"Then, how was it?"
"I got it when I was fourteen ..."
"Yeah? Fourteen?"
"I was going with this chick for a few months. We were in high school. Or rather, I was. She was in junior high. One night, we went to her house. There was nobody home. I started playing with her tits and her cunt.
"When I tried to put my cock in, she didn't even murmur. I fucked her. And that was that."
"Did you ever screw her again?" Tom was silent for a short time. "Yes," he answered finally.
"How many times?"
Tom's lies were getting away with him. "After then, I guess a couple of times a week."
"Wow!" Dig was really impressed."
Tom became excited and interested in his own tale. So he decided to embroider it a little more. "I went with this girl for about a year. Once I heard she was knocked up. I got real scared."
"Was she really?"
"No. But by then, I was getting bored with her and her goofy friends. Some of her friends would come by and I'd fuck them, too. They used to blow me and I'd eat them out."
Dig sat on the bed, waiting for the details.
"After her, I found another girl. She was sixteen. I was fifteen, but she didn't mind. She said I had a bigger cock than any other fellow. And she screwed lots of eighteen and nineteen-year-olds. I guess I fucked with her a dozen times or more a week. I mean, most always when I saw her, I'd fuck her.
"She loved it. I went with her for more than two and a half years. I just stopped seeing her about three months ago. Since then, I ain't had nobody."
"How come you have stopped with her?"
"She said she had something wrong with her cunt. I don't know what it was. But she got put in a hospital so she could get rid of it. When I found she was sick, I cut out quick."
"And you haven't heard from her since or had it?"
"No."
"Ever find out what was wrong with her?" "No, but I guess I did not get it. I'm okay."
"Gee!" His brother looked at him and smiled. "Good night." That was it.
That night had been the first time Digby had fucked anyone, and it was the first time Tom had had to lie to his brother. And since that night, he had had to go on making up stories. Each just a little more fantastic than the last. These were for his brother, and later, his friends.
He told his story so often, and in his dim-wittedness, it changed slightly each time. He actually came to believe in it himself. Almost, that is, until he went home alone time. He actually came to believe in it himself. Almost, that is, until he went home alone tensions at the same time.