Something Different

From your Author.

I don’t want to come off as conceded. I have well over a hundred chapters on this site spanning five series and a couple of one-offs. Tonight I went back to read comments; as I wish I had more time to do and should do more often. ‘Renegades.’ Over twenty-five comments. The things you guys 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 ten behind me, and the nine 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 they wrote. For those who read, something that only takes you fifteen minutes to read; might take me a day or more to write and edit.

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, didn’t care who knew it, and I was right behind him. No pun intended. But when she saw us in the shower, 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 shoot 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.” He screamed at her.

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. He could be such a diva.

“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.” He said shaking his head at himself in the mirror.

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.” He said seeing my eyes.

“For what?” I asked knowing exactly what he was saying.

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

“You’re thanking me for jacking you off?” I asked, knowing?

“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, CJ. I came. I always do.” I told him.

“I’m still not going.” He reiterated.

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

I stood in his room pulling my favorite 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. He hated shoes.

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; Camron, 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 one lucky boy, and a lot of other girls would follow their lead. 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, and a boy, from the backseats as we all walked past the line and in the front door.

There were looks. I saw heads turning, whispers in the room, 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 some touching with laughter. He knew what we were going to do and just played along to get the crowd going. This place opened about five 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. He 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.

Cass could really sing and I think it was her brother who made this club work. Well over two hundred kids came on Tuesday; just to see him. I knew Nate. He didn’t sing and just gushed over Camron; It was so 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 singing with Cass had chemistry. Camron worked that. The way he walked out, “That’s my little sister, you perv.” It was funny and everybody laughed.

“Touch her again like that and you’re sleeping with her tonight.” And he laughed. I got it.

‘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’d grow to love.

Nathan and Cameron. They did as she was but never touching, only allowing others to do the same. They did touch themselves as the buttons of their shirts came undone, were cupped with smiles, kissed even. I’ve been doing this for a while and have never seen anything like it.

I’d been out of work for a while but I’d been around the block a time or two when it came to little clubs like this. Most of them tried and failed but I’d never seen what Cam had started. It only grew as he did with the applause.

As if planned; but wasn’t. Cam walked up showing me on his phone and I searched for what he wanted. Again; as if planned. Nate and Cass blended into the crowd and I lost sight of them.

Camron turned to me again and the silence of the hundreds waiting was almost deafening. I took a real, good, look at him; I mean he was more than ten years younger than me.

His shirt was open with a trickle of sweat looking like what mine used to look like. He had confidence that I never had at his age, looks I would have never dreamed of. I nodded.

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This is from me; RJC. What I want to share will be a blend of lyrics, things I want to share, and show respect. I will do the best I can.

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The DJ

The drums went on for a long time as he walked the crowd. Then the flutes joined, then the whistling.“The marching band came down along main-street, the soldieries blues fell in behind. I looked across and across and there I saw Billy, waiting to go join the line.” 

*I stood watching Doctors and Nurses’ punching in again, for another twenty-fore hour shift. They see each other, remember less than a year ago, smiles and laughter abode. *

“And with his lovely-younger fiancé say. From where I stood I saw she was crying. “Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life. Billy, come home and make me your wife.”

*We watched them fall, one by one. Doctors and Nurses. That’s their job. But we need to hold this piece of ground. Billy, don’t be that hero. *

‘I watched him get skinny; my neighbor; the Doctor, next door. I would see him leave sometimes in the morning and see him; maybe a day or two after.’

It’s been days now and I see people setting dishes on her porch; I knew what that meant.

“I heard his fiancé got a letter; told how he died that day. The letter said that he was a hero; she should be proud he died that way. I heard she threw the letter away.”

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 before and after. In the beginning, I thanked people. Our Host. Other Authors, readers, those who comment, and those who joined my ‘Renegades’. To all my readers; Live as big as you can. Love with all you have. Laugh from your belly when things tickle you. RJC.