Late Night Movies (chapter 5) - Sex Stories

Late Night Movies (chapter 5)

... stole some beer from his dad and took Rachelle and Stephanie to that place on the dunes. Ohhh man it was awesome. We got d***k really fast and Mitch fell down the dune! Like all the way to the bottom!” he laughed heartily. “And those girls are sooo slutty when they drink! Awesome night!” He finished with a sigh of content pride. “What do they do when they’re… slutty?” I asked timidly. “Well did you get into the cabinet tonight?” He asked knowingly. “Yeah…” I admitted “Stuff like that, heh…” I wanted to ask more. I had so many questions wondering how it felt to have your penis sucked, to lick a girl between the legs, how it smelt and tasted, wondering if it’s okay to do stuff with other guys as well. I couldn’t find any more of the movies like that one my dad watched that one night to see if he had more but I knew how to get into it now… I would have to wait for my moments when I had the house to myself to research further. I sat there trying to think of where to start, what to ask my older br other… He kicked off his shoes and started taking off his pants when he called out just as I was leaving, “Hey!? Ya wanna smell what a freshly fucked pussy smells like? Ya wanna taste it?” I froze like a deer in headlights. It’s like he read my mind but I knew it had to be a trap… at least I thought it was. Chris was often finding ways to insult me and call me a fag. Was he really considering letting me sniff and lick his dick so I can have a clue of what a girl smells like? The ...

... instinct to the contrary was stronger. “Fuck you…” I replied, half waiting to see if he press the subject and call me back as I turned to walk away. He just laughed and called out, “Turn off the light!” and I obeyed, returning to his room to hit the switch and my hopes of any more answers went to darkness. I went back out into the living room and started playing a game. It was a fairly sufficient distraction but I still peered at the clock every 5 minutes. I knew it was a longshot but I still held onto the hope that my parents would let me stay up when they got home. We didn’t have a set bedtime during weekends but it kind of went without saying that we’d go to bed when they got home. The clock said 12:45 and they still weren’t home and I actually began to worry a bit. I wasn’t worried long when I heard them laughing just outside. I could hear them drop the keys and then clumsily open the front door down the hall. I heard them kissing loudly and sloppily, like they were slobbering all over each other and then a smack of the lips as they stopped and my mom said, “Just let me check on the boys and then you can fuck the hell out of me.” I heard her walk down the hall and open Chris’s door, turn on the light briefly and then continue to my door. Simultaneously my Dad entered the living room and opened his eyes wide in disbelief when he saw me holding onto my Nintendo controller. Just then my mom called out, “Robbie!?” “He’s out here.” My dad called out to her and she joined us in the ...