Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 21:58:42 +0000 (GMT) From: John Venn <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Mixed Signals 2: Brainwaves Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty. Comments are always welcome at email@example.com ************************************************************************* Brainwaves by Alexander I wrote all this stuff ages and ages ago and I never showed it to Paul `cause I wasn't sure if he'd like reading all about what him and me have been doing. And I didn't tell him that I liked putting his peter in my mouth when he didn't know because I didn't know if he would like me doing that to him. I put this writing in my homework folder on my computer to hide it in case anyone found it, but it didn't work. I left it in my computer, mixed up with my homework stuff so's nobody would find it by accident. But that didn't work `cause one day we were in my bedroom doing our schoolwork and I was doing a drawing for history and he was writing a story on my computer. All of a sudden Paul shouted out my name. At first I thought he had got stuck on something, but when I looked at the screen, I saw that he'd found the writing I'd done. I went real red and said sorry to him lots and lots of times so's he wouldn't get mad at me. We were still doing stuff together all the time and I liked it so I didn't want it to stop and I was frightened that he wouldn't do it anymore. But he wasn't mad at me, all he said was that he didn't know I'd written it all down and that I should've told him before. " `Splains one thing though," he giggled as he put a finger on the screen. It was the bit where I said that I put his peter in my mouth and sorta suck it and licked it. I asked him what, and he told me that he sometimes found that his dick (that's what he called it now, but I still call mine peter) was sorta sticky and wet when he woke up and now he knew why. "Sorry," I said, feeling a bit funny in my tummy. "Shan't do it again, promise." He didn't answer straight away but after a bit he asked me what it was like. I could tell he was interested `cause I could see the lump in his trousers where his peter was had got bigger. I told him it was OK and that it wasn't bad. If I'd told him that I really liked doing it, he would think it was dirty or something and tell me not to do it again. "Wanna do it now?" he asked, looking at me in that special sort of way and rubbing the outside of his trousers. "I dunno," I said. "Mum's downstairs and we gotta get undressed to do it properly." "Go on, just a bit so's I know what it's like. I'll stick it through my trousers like we do at school." Sometimes we undid the zips on our trousers in the classroom and got our things out so we could touch them and hold them. "OK," I told him, "But we gotta listen for mum ever so carefully. She'd kill us if she found out!" He got his peter out real quick and I looked at it poking out of his flies. It looked nice. As quick as I could I leaned down and put it in my mouth, licking all round it and sucking a bit like I did before. It felt funny at first because I knew he was awake this time and could see what I was doing and it wasn't a secret anymore, but he was making lots of `ooh' and `aah' noises so I guess he liked it. I didn't do it for very long though `cause I thought my mum would come in and see us. "Let me try it," he said when I sat up again. He put his thing away and did up his zip whilst I was getting mine out. When I was ready he licked his lips and ever so carefully he smelt it first, then put his tongue on the end of it and licked a tiny bit. Then he put it all in his mouth and did the same to me as I did to him. It felt really, really good and I had to hold on to the chair ever so tight `cause I thought I might fall off. I closed my eyes as well and made the same noises he did. He stopped after a bit and looked at me, licking his lips again and smiling at me. " `S OK," he said. "We shoulda done that before. We gotta do it again." "Wanna sleep over tonight?" I asked, happy that he was OK with it all. Just then my mum shouted up the stairs asking if Paul was stopping for dinner tonight. "Yeah!" I shouted back, "And can he stay the night as well?" "If he wants," she yelled back. We grinned like silly monkeys at each other and rubbed our peters from outside our trousers. It seemed like ages before it was time to go to bed. Paul and me wanted to go to bed early so's we could have some fun, but we thought that if we went too early, my mum and dad would know we were up to something and so we made ourselves wait until we were told it was time for bed. Both out peters were hard all evening though and we had to be careful that no one could see them sticking up in our trousers. "You boys having showers tonight?" my mum said just before it was our bedtime. "Yes, please," Paul said before I could say anything. "How're your fits these days?" my dad asked, looking over his glasses at us. It was a rule that whenever Paul had a bath or shower, he had to have someone with him, or leave the door open just in case he had a fit. I don't think I would like that, but Paul didn't seem to mind too much. "OK, thanks," Paul said to my dad. "They seem to be under control better now." "When was your last one?" mum asked. "About a week ago at school." he grinned. That wasn't true. He'd had a couple of small ones when he was with me and we'd been messing about, but they didn't count as far as we were concerned. They were our secret. "I'm having more petit mals than grand mals now, and I don't mind those too much. My absences have almost stopped too." I forgot to tell you before that there are two sorts of fit that Paul has, petit mals and grand mals. A petit mal is a little one and lasts for only a minute, but a grand mal is a big one when he faints big time and falls over for two or three minutes sometimes. I didn't know about what he calls his absences until a couple of months ago when he explained them to me. Sometimes his brain sorta stops working for a few seconds and he just stares into space. Mostly people don't notice them and Paul doesn't even know he's had them unless someone tells him. Oh, and by the way, he has a secret word which only some people know, to tell them that he is going to have a fit. It's `shock' and when he tells you this, he is just going to have a fit. Well, anyway, we went to the bathroom and got ready for our showers. I had mine first and Paul got undressed and sat on the toilet watching me, talking all the time about football and stuff. I wasn't listening to him properly because I was thinking how good it was that we could watch each other shower and not get embarrassed or anything. I didn't even mind when my peter got stiff. Paul saw it too, but he didn't say anything - all he did was look at me and give me one of his silly grins. When it came to his turn, he told me to sit on the toilet and watch him just like he'd done me. I think he liked me looking at him without any clothes on, just like I did to him. We were both stiff now and he even pretended to rub his dick a bit, but he didn't do it too much `cause we knew that if you did it more than just a bit, you couldn't ever stop until you'd spurted your stuff out and we didn't want to do that just yet. By the time we got into bed, we were both still hard and wanted to start messing about straightaway, but we knew that mum or dad would be in before we went to sleep to check that we were OK, so all we did was feel each other under the bedclothes and read our books. I couldn't think straight though because of Paul's hand playing with my peter and balls, and I kept reading the same page again and again. It was a long time before dad came in to check we were OK and he made us put our books down and turned the light off, telling us that it was time we were asleep. We were gonna do that anyway, but dad didn't know that. We waited a few minutes until we were sure they were in bed before we turned to face each other and in the little bit of light coming through the windows. I could just see Paul's face in front of me and by accident we happened to look into each other's eyes. Straight away I got a funny feeling deep down in my tummy, like there were a zillion butterflies inside it. It wasn't a bad feeling, in fact it was a really nice one and without even thinking I gave Paul a big hug and kissed him on the lips. I didn't even think about what I was doing, it just sorta happened. Paul jumped when I kissed him, but nearly straightaway he hugged me back and let me keep kissing him. I had to stop before long because I ran out of breath and I let him go. We didn't say anything to each other `cause we didn't know what to say, but I got one of those special looks from Paul to say that he liked it. He even gave me another little hug and squeeze. We put our hands under the bedclothes and felt each other's dicks and balls for a bit of time. (I'm gonna stop calling mine a peter `cause I think it sounds like I'm a little kid). They were really hard again and it felt good. We even kissed again `cause it made us feel nice. Then Paul asked me if we were gonna do what we said. I nodded and said he could go first, after all I'd done it to him lots and he'd only done it to me once, so it was only fair. To make it easier we pushed the bedclothes to the end of the bed and Paul got between my knees and sort of crouched down until he could get my dick in his mouth. When he started to lick all over it, I had to stop breathing again `cause it was so good and I put my hands on Paul's head to help him get it all in. He kept doing it for ages until I could feel that I was gonna come soon, so I told him to stop. I would've liked to come really, but I don't think it would've been very nice to let all my stuff come into Paul's mouth, it might make him sick or something. When he looked up at me, I could see he was sweating a bit and his face was red, but the best bit was the big wide grin on his face. It was so funny I laughed at him, then I told him it was my turn. We changed places and I slowly let his dick go into my mouth until I had my nose pressed against him. Then I licked and sucked him like I did before, but as gently as I could `cause he'd made me feel really excited and I wanted to do the same for him. It was strange how his dick felt a lot bigger when it was in my mouth than it did when I had it in my hand, but it was OK. After a little bit, I started sucking him properly, moving my lips up and down his prick. He helped a bit as well because he pushed himself in and out at the same time, making those noises again. Before I knew what was happening, he suddenly put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me down as far as he could, then I felt his stuff shoot out and fill my mouth. It scared me at first, and I couldn't breathe but then it stopped and I let his thing fall out of my mouth. I was going to have a go at him about what he did, but before I could say anything, he went into one of his fits again. I quickly swallowed the stuff that was in my mouth and cuddled up to him, telling him that it was OK and I didn't mind. I don't think he heard me, but I didn't know what else to say. When he came round, I was so pleased that I hugged him again and even kissed him. I was so glad to see him better that I nearly cried. After he'd had a little sleep, we talked for a bit and agreed that what we'd done was OK and that we would do it again sometime. We didn't do it again that night though, instead we just played with each other a bit until we fell asleep with our foreheads together and holding each other's dicks. oOoOoOo Some of the boys at school were making fun of Paul and me, saying we were queer and gay and stuff. It wasn't because they found out about what we were doing, although that was what we thought at first. It was because we were always together, even when we went to the toilet. No one believed I went with him because he might have a fit because he'd never had one in the classroom or the playground so's people could see what happened. One day though we were watching a film in the history lesson when I heard Paul say `shock' to me and he looked at me real scared before he suddenly fitted and fell on the floor. All the boys were frightened and moved out of the way, but I moved the chairs away to give him some room and lay on the floor next to him. The teacher, who'd seen fits before, took all the boys out of the classroom and left me to look after Paul until the nurse came in. By the time she arrived, he was better but we took him to the medical room anyway so he could have a sleep. He'd wet himself as well, so I took his PE shorts out of his bag and changed his undies for him. The nurse could see that I'd done it before and so left me to do it for him, all she did was to give me some paper to dry him with. Afterwards the teacher asked me and Paul to give a little talk to the rest of the class about epilepsy and what you should do when anyone has a fit. We even got some booklet things from the nurse to give to everyone so's everyone would understand. After that, things got better for us except for some boys who didn't come anywhere near Paul in case he did it again. The worst time was when we were in the shopping mall and Paul had forgotten to take his medicine in the morning. He fitted again when we were in the shop looking at some CD's. It was only a little one so I just sat on the floor watching him. Suddenly a silly woman came rushing up and tried to lay him on his side and she kept saying to put something in his mouth so's he wouldn't swallow his tongue. She even tried to force his mouth open to stick something inside. I told her to leave him alone and that he'd be OK, but she ignored me. In the end I shouted at her to go away and gave her a push. Before she could do anything else, a nurse came up to us and asked if everything was alright. I told her what had happened and she looked at Paul, who was better by now. She smiled at us both and got a chair for Paul to sit on. The old woman then butted in and told her that I'd been very rude to her and even pushed her away when she was going to help. When I told the nurse that she wanted to stick something into Paul's mouth, the nurse took her to one side and I heard her tell her that you should never do what she was going to do because it was dangerous. The woman gave me a really dirty look and walked away mumbling to herself. On the way home I gave Paul a bollocking for not taking his medicine, but then had a good laugh about the silly old woman. We weren't going to tell his mum about what'd happened, but the nurse from the shopping centre had taken Paul's name and address and said that she'd ring his mum up later and see how he was. His mum gave Paul a `stupid boy' talk, thanked me for helping and that was the end of it except for when the nurse called to see if Paul was alright. oOoOoOo It's been nearly a year now since Paul had a fit and I'm waiting in the hospital with his mum and dad for the results of some tests he's had. If he's OK, the doctor says he can stop taking his medicine, just as long as he always keeps some with him in case he fits. The doctor said that it often happens that boys grow out of epilepsy as they get older, and after a year he's almost sure that Paul has stopped having them. Paul and his mum and dad were really happy when they heard this, and so was I. We had a sort of celebration afterwards in the local restaurant and I stayed the night. We were talking in bed later and Paul said that he was sorry in a way that he didn't fit any more `cause it was one of the best ways we could tell if he'd had a good time when we'd been messing about. I laughed at him and said that we should keep trying to make him have a fit then, just to make sure. He giggled back at me, pressed his dick against my lips and told me to try my best. The End.