Something Different

From your Author.

I don’t want to come off as conceded. I have way over a hundred chapters on this site spanning five series. Tonight I went back to read comments; like I wish I had more time to do and should do more often. ‘Renegades.’ Over twenty-five comments. The things you said brought a tear to my eye; I didn’t cry like Geoff, but water flowed from my eyes.

To you, Geoff. Don’t cry. When you read Robby and Ryan, for the fifth time, smile for us. I will hold you to that. ‘Renegades’ was for you guys; all for you. We will wait for Bjorn to respond but, he chimed in many times. I think that this site allows readers, to do what you guys did, but were afraid, for whatever reason. There shouldn’t be any fear.

Again, we will have to wait for our host. I find it strange that the nine behind me, and the ten in front of me, haven’t created such a shit storm as my guys. Again I would ask all of you to go to Authors, scroll down to the top twenty, and see the others that I respect, beyond words.

The names are recognizable. I have referenced them; the inspiration they have given me, and the joy we have received from the tens of thousands of words from them. For those who read, something that only takes you fifteen minutes to read; might take me a day or more to write.

Now, I am different. I have four stories going on at the same time, but. I can’t wait to see the next chapter from, Ice. Richard Adam. Big D. He was one of the first to inspire me and I would recommend everything he’s written. And don’t even get me started on Bill Hudley. Grant stands at number two. Eight seats ahead of me; rightfully, so.

We are different Authors. I wouldn’t say I stand alone with what cums from me, but. Our readers are in for the long haul. Our chapters are longer, not all about sex, but we build because we see an end in sight, as sad as that day is. RJC.

Nathan’s POV.

I didn’t know how to treat Cass other than a little sister; well one, that wasn’t mine. Cam had pretty much told her he didn’t care. He was good with us and didn’t care who knew it and I was right behind him. But when she saw us in the shower and saw her brother with my hand on his cock and the way he came; I knew he was pissed.

It probably wasn’t so much seeing him cum but the fact she was, well, she was masturbating. I mean, well, I mean, it was hot watching her as juice shot from between her legs in a stream. I never really thought about girls jacking off; I mean, really never thought about girls doing that.

I’m pretty sure guys don’t think about girls doing what us guys do, touching ourselves, several times a day, and each other. Cass had made it clear that she had fun with her girlfriend’s doing stuff but I never really thought about it.

Cam was pissed, I could tell. His cock still throbbed in my hand and I had cum dripping from my dick as well.

“GET OUT.”

Cam was worked up and it wasn’t from me jacking him off. Cass, her cuming, shooting her juice at us, Cam was pissed. “I’m not going tonight.” He said to me after she left.

“What do you mean? Everybody comes on Tuesday to see you. You have to go.” And I started drying his back.

“I refuse to give that little cunt any power over me. She saw. What we do is just for us. I don’t want to share you with anyone. Now all she’s gonna want to do is make me cum. And then there’s what she will want to do to you. I’m not going.”

I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and sucked his ear. “You are overreacting, CJ.” And he tried to pull away and my arms tightened.

“I am not overreacting,” He said turning in my grip.

“Thanks, NRD.”

“For what?”

“For what you did. Making me, you know.”

“You’re thanking me for jacking you off?”

“Well, yes.”

“Camron Addam Jones. I love doing that. I mean making you cum. I have for a long time. Don’t thank me for that. And you are so…going tonight.”

“You didn’t cum, Nate.”

“You’re funny, Cam. I came. I always do.”

“I’m still not going.”

“Yes you are, now dry your hair; I’ll pick out your favorite pants.” And I slapped his ass.

I love his 501’s with the hole in his wallet pocket, and the worn spot where his dick rests to the right. That, with a wife-beater, and barefoot, was Camron.

CJ’s POV:

Breakfast turned into lunch and I was still pissed. Nate just smiled and Cass wouldn’t tell me what the second song was. She had this look. You know the one when you see your brother shoot a wad that was a day overdue then spray the shower with her juice.

I mean, EW. Yes, it was hot; I’d never seen anything like it. She shot a stream about five feet and it stunk. You can’t even bleach that shit out of your mind. And there she sat eating lunch like a whore sucking anything that fit the bill.

We dressed for the night, both Nate and I in tight jeans with button-down shirts. We’d talked, I would be as subtle as I could but, let the chips fall where they may. Cass was in the same tight pants with a tank top; nothing under it. Nate drove as we picked up six of Cass’s friends. It was comical listening to them getting in one by one questioning what was going on. These were her closest friends. And one was a boy.

We sat a block away as Cass explained. “OK, bitches; Cam, is my brother and he’s spoken for. Get over it. Look? I’m gonna sing with him and Nathan tonight and I want all of you to play along. Record it then upload it to YouTube. If you’re not in; get out.”

I Looked at Nathan then Cass. This was her posse, her girls, plus a boy, and a lot of other girls would follow their lead. And Nate put it in drive. There was a coned off section for drop-offs and Nathan parked. We got out and I opened the back door helping girl after girl, after boy, from the backseats as we all walked past the line and in the front door.

There were looks. I saw heads turning and whispers in the room. And then we all kind of broke apart doing what we normally did but with a girl on our arm. Nathan and I were cool, knew better than anyone what was going to happen.

I saw Cass go to the DJ and there was touching and laughing. He knew what we were going to do and just played along to get the crowd going. This place opened a few months ago; sixteen and over, no booze. I was here the first night with Nathan. That’s when it all started.

The DJ.

Camron Jones could sing. This was an outlet for him, the attention, songs nobody knew but liked. He loved being able to show off and introduce his eclectic playlist. Little Things, was a smash. He made fun of Nate cuming on to his little sister and she ate it up.

‘Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me; but bare this in mind, it was meant to be. And I’m joining up the darts with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me.

Cam could really sing and I think it was him who made this club work. Well over a hundred came on Tuesday just to see him. I knew Nate. He didn’t sing and just gushed over Camron; It was obvious.

‘I know you never loved The crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine. But I love them endlessly.’

Nate and Cass had chemistry. Camron worked that. The way he walked out, “That’s my little sister, you perv.” It was funny. “Touch her again like that and you’re sleeping with her tonight.”

‘I won’t let the little things slip out of my mouth, but if I do, it’s you, yes it’s you they add up too. But It’s you, It’s You they all add up too. I’m in love with you. And all the little things you do. I’m in love with you.’

He said it to Cass. He said it to Nathan; pointing a finger at him. These kids!

The second song was all Cass, ‘Let’s Get Physical’. She walked around singing in her headset, touching guys and girls alike as she touched herself. She was a rocket when it came to looks and sexuality. The way she could turn anybody on was something she honed and I could tell she would grow to love.

From your Author:

Again, we come to the end of another chapter; one of four stories. Something Different was a distraction allowing me to continue with what came after. At the start I thanked people. Our Host. Other Authors, readers, those who comment, and those who joined my Renegades. To all my readers; Live. Love. Laugh. RJC.