Sold
by David Heulfryn

 

Finn literally jumped for joy when we watched the estate agent add the ‘SOLD’ notice across the board outside our house. He was eager to sell the house and never complained when Mum told him that nudism was on hold when prospective buyers came to look around the house. He even kept our bedroom tidy for when there were last-minute visits. Mum always seemed tense and nervous when showing couples around the house.

I was more moody than usual. I was banned from seeing James during the week by his parents so he could concentrate on revising for his exams. The only exception was the day he turned sixteen. I was allowed around to give him a present and have dinner with them. It was a lovely day, and when I saw James, we snogged. We didn’t even think about his family as they looked on. His little brother, Marc, pretended to wretch, but his Mum tapped him on the arm, telling him to behave.

I had turned fifteen some months earlier, before the weekday embargo, and we had a lovely time. James was so sweet to me that day. James and I were the same age for the next few months, and I felt more grown up. I didn’t feel the age gap, unlike with Finn. I was now two years older than him. But he was no longer my younger brother. He was always my brother. In some ways, he seemed older than me.

James and I were inseparable each weekend until Sunday evening when I had to leave. It gave me a taste of how our relationship may become once I’d moved to Cockaigne.

Finn also noticed a change in me. I was wanking more often. I preferred to sleep in my own bed so I could think of James and stroke my cock. It never bothered me that Finn was often in his bed on the other side of the room. Sometimes he would wank at the same time. Sometimes he just lay silent and waited for me to finish. Only then would we talk.

Mum was changing my bedclothes weekly rather than fortnightly. Dad joked that if I didn’t stop masturbating so much, my cock might fall off. This made Finn giggle like a little kid, but he soon stopped when Dad commented that Finn wasn’t unaccustomed to a bit of self-pleasure. We both laughed when Dad said our room smelt like a cum factory. He was right.

Finn’s best friend, Rick, was now pleased for him. The evening we all spent together was great. No one actually mentioned Cockaigne. We played on James’ console and had competitions between us. Marc would pout when he lost, but Rick teamed up with him, and he felt better when they beat Finn and me.

Rick started coming around more often. He and Finn would spend hours in our bedroom while Finn told him all about Cockaigne. Finn had found the town’s website and would spend most evenings reading everything he could about our new home town. Finn found the school’s website and told me about the uniform we would have to wear. I was shocked when he told me that the changing room was communal and we would have to change for PE and shower with girls. I’m not sure I was ready to shower with girls. One night when we showered, Finn made me join him, it was cramped, but we managed. Finn then made the old joke of tucking his cock and balls between his legs and pretended to be a girl. He laughed, saying he wanted to get me used to showering with girls. I laughed and told him to stop and watched as Finn opened his legs, and his cock and balls emerged, his cock slightly thicker than usual. He grinned when he told me the alternative was to shower with Mum. We laughed so hard that I nearly slipped in the shower. Finn always knew how to deflate any concerns I had. I knew I could cope with anything as long as I had him.

Tonight, I spoke to Finn, said I would go to bed early, and wanted him to stay with Mum and Dad until his usual bedtime. He wasn’t happy not going to bed with me, but he quickly agreed when I told him why.

Last weekend, James and I had arranged to video call each other. And tonight was the night. It was the night his parents were going out, and he would be alone, with Marc and trusted.

Dad smiled when I said I was going to bed. It was like he knew I was up to something. I blushed when he told me not to break it off. Finn could always be relied on to giggle when he heard him say that.

I stuck to my regular nighttime routine. I stripped naked and went to brush my teeth. From the moment I left the living room, my cock was hard. I was tempted to stroke it, but I had to wait for James.

I settled on my bed, grabbed my smartphone and texted James.

<Are you ready?>

He started the video call. I smiled so hard when I saw his face. He looked so damn sexy.

“I miss you,” I told him.

“I miss you too,” James replied.

“Is it safe? Where’s Marc?” I asked.

“Safely tucked in bed.” James told me, “He’s probably playing on his console, but as long as he stays out of our hair.”

“Good. It’s great to see you, but I wish I could touch you.”

“Me too,” James said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Neither have I.” I said, “What do we do?” We both laughed. “Are you hard?” James jerked the phone until I saw his hard cock for a few microseconds. “Is that all I get to see?” I teased.

“Until I see yours.” James chuckled.

“I feel silly,” I told him.

“I feel horny.” James smiled, and I recognised that look in his eyes when he wanted to suck my cock.

I moved my phone to show him a long, lingering look at my hard cock.

“It looks so hard,” James said.

“I’m so hard it’s taking all my concentration not to cum.”

“I want to see you cum… But not yet. I want to see you stroke it.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I pulled back my foreskin, showing James my moist knob.

“It looks so wet,” James said.

I got nervous and showed my face again. James had his mouth open, his tongues sensually moving around. He imagined my cock in his mouth. “Let me see yours,” I told him.

James teased me and moved his phone so slowly. I groaned as it meandered down his smooth chest. It stopped at his belly button and the few stray hairs which started his treasure trail. The phone went lower, and the hair got thicker until it exploded into his luscious bush. I was about to see his cock again. Then it all flickered and went black.

I heard a shuffling sound, and James shouted, “Get the fuck out of here.”

In the background, I heard Marc giggling. James had been caught.

“Just fuck off!” James shouted again.

The screen stayed black as I heard a door slam and some shovelling. The screen flickered again and jerked around until it settled on James’ face.

“I hate that bastard!” James shouted. His face was red, and I saw the anger. I also saw how close to tears he was. I wished I could hold him, but I lay on my bed, naked and impotent. James must have dressed as he was now wearing a T-shirt.

“Why couldn’t he just leave me alone for an hour. That’s all I ask. He’s always around.” James sat on his bed, looking at my face on his screen. I didn’t know what to say. “I’ve been so fucking stressed lately, I’ve been revising like mad, and I still flunked a test the other day. All I wanted was an hour with you, Max.”

“I’m sorry, James. I’m here now. Just talk to me.”

“I can’t do it, Max.” James struggled to hold back his tears. I don’t think I’d ever seen him cry. He looked so broken. “I’ve got eight subjects to revise, my exams are in a month, and I’m still flunking maths. Mum and Dad were so disappointed when they saw my predicted grade for Maths. I got a full-on lecture. Marc is pissing me off by rubbing the fact that he can go and see his friends in my face. I can’t see you except at weekends. I can’t even call you in the week. It’s only because they are out today that I dared talk to you. Now Marc knows he will love telling Mum and Dad and getting me in trouble. Plus, I was naked, and I was hard. He’s never seen me hard. Marc is going to love this. I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

James finally took a breath and paused. He was pouring all his troubles out, his stress and anxiety. I felt for him. I wanted to take his pain away, but there was nothing I could do. “James, I’m here anytime you need me, but please take it easy, try to calm down and take some deep breaths.” James closed his eyes, and I watched as he breathed in deeply and out slowly again. Gradually his face relaxed, and his natural colour came back. His eyes were moist when he opened them again and looked at me expectantly. I was new to this. I’d never had to deal with someone so distraught. I put myself in his position and thought about what would help me. “Would you like me to talk to Marc? Explain things to him. Tell him how stressed your parents and the exams are making you? I really don’t mind.”

“Let me try first.” James stood up, and I sensed he was about to pause our call.

“Keep the call connected and try and stay calm. Be honest with him.”

James went into his brother’s bedroom. Marc was sitting cross-legged on his bed in his pyjamas. He was playing on his games console. “Marc, can I talk to you?”

Marc giggled, “Glad you’ve put some clothes on.”

“Please, Marc, be serious. I need to talk to you.” James pleaded.

Marc now laughed, “Am I going to get a talk from my big brother about masturbation?”

“Fuck you, Marc!” James threw his phone onto Marc’s bed and stormed out of his bedroom.

“Marc,” I called out, and he soon realised I was on the other end of the phone. The screen flickered, and Marc’s face came into view. He looked like he was proud to get one over his brother. “Marc, please listen.”

I told him about James and explained how stressed he was. Marc listened, and he quickly lost that cheeky look on his face. He now looked concerned. Marc explained that bursting in on James was an accident but admitted teasing him. He took me back into James’s bedroom, and I saw him lying on his bed in the foetal position facing the wall.

“James,” Marc held the phone out for his brother. “Max is still on the call.”

James turned and took the phone, “I’m sorry about all this, Max.” James said.

I didn’t reply but waited for Marc to apologise to James. He sounded sincere and told James that he would stop teasing him and wouldn’t say anything about tonight to anybody, not their parents or friends. Marc then let us alone again.

I blew James a kiss. “I wish I could hug you. Can you wait until this weekend?”

James’ mouth curled up at the edges. “I’ll try.”

I told him to forget about tonight and to get some sleep. He sounded tired, so we said goodnight, and I was left holding my phone, hoping James was okay.

I heard a timid knock on the door. Finn whispered, “Can I come in?”

“Yes,” I told him.

Finn came in and saw me lying naked on my bed. “Did it go well?” he asked.

“No,” I said flatly and got under my duvet. “Hurry up and come to bed. I feel the need to hold you, then I’ll tell you everything.”

Finn looked worried but didn’t say anything. He quickly stripped and went to brush his teeth. His body was cold when he slipped into my bed, but he soon warmed up. He lay silent as I told him what had happened. I’m glad he didn’t tease me or joke about me not managing to masturbate or have phone sex. Finn just listened. He knew what I needed.

When I finished, Finn spoke. “I’m so sorry, Max. Just let me know if there is anything I can do for you or James. I hope he gets through this, and I know he will, with you by his side.”

“Thanks, Min. We need to get James away from his family so he can truly relax. I will ask Mum and Dad if he can stay over on Saturday. I hope they say yes.”

“I hope so, too,” Finn said. “And I will make myself scarce if you need me to.”

“Thanks, Min. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Just hold me, Max. Hold me and think of James. With any luck, he might sense it.”

I squeezed Finn tight. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you, Max.”

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