An Asshole’s Offer
I was studying now about Charlemagne. Some days ago, I had learnt about Charles Martel and the start of the Carolingian kings. Now I was reading about him but so far all I knew was that he was born in Aachen. My name’s Byron Barclay; I am 25 and am studying history. In the exam I’d have tomorrow we would be asked about the history of France but only till we reached the times of Joan of Arc. Following events like the French Revolution would be in a different exam in June.
When I study, I am so focused on the pages that I hardly notice anything and I scarcely noticed that my stepbrother Silas had just entered my room. It was a terribly hot night in February and I slept with open windows and just in my briefs, which is something I was used to doing every night of the year and was even used to walking in just my briefs down the house all day.
My father had left my mother when I was only some months old and soon he had matched a different girl and had had a son with her. I was 15 when my father one day finally decided to introduce me to Silas Barclay, my stepbrother. We got along very well and we seemed to like the same things and he had even wanted to study history with me so we decided to share a student flat. He was 23 and I always supposed he had a good sexual life but he never told me anything.
-Good night, Byron –he told me-, still studying?
-The exam is tomorrow and I still haven’t learnt well of all Charlemagne’s life and I’d better go over Joan of Arc too; I have many doubts about her, a strange lady. I don’t know whether I should believe anything about the voices she heard from St Katherine and St Margaret. Today we’d call her a schizophrenic. But the history of France changed because of that woman who said she used to hear voices.
-You should have a break, Byron –he came to me and rolled down my sheets and he asked me whether I always slept in my briefs.
-I do, even if it’s not as hot as today.
And suddenly I noticed he was groping my shoulders as if he was massaging them.
-An exam is always stressful. I must do something so you can relax –he told me with his hands already coming down my arms. And suddenly I noticed he’d pulled down my briefs and I was totally nude.
-Shhh –he told me-, sleeping with nothing on is so relaxing. You should do it more often –he told me all that rubbing his hand on my thighs.
-Silas, whenever I have a difficult exam, my entire mind only focuses on it or else I should add that half my mind is thinking that his stepbrother is touching me sexually.
-What is it to you? I want you to relax. This way you’ll easily learn everything about Charlemagne.
-Well, I think I’ve already learnt this well, it’s time to start with Joan of Arc.
In that moment I noticed Silas jacking me off. Shit, what I really had to do was studying, but I couldn’t refuse a hand on my dick, could I? So I did a different thing: my computer was close, I searched for YouTube and played Joan of Arc. It was nice to listen to it as I was wanked: a new way of studying.
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark
No moon….
-What’s this? –my stepbrother asked me.
-It’s Joan of Arc, by Leonard Cohen. I need to listen to this song as I’m studying about this strange damsel. It’s both frightening and moving to know about her trial and how she was finally burnt at the stake. I can perceive the flames as half my mind also perceives a different flame. But only half my mind is aware of this. I don’t care. I’ll probably ask you some questions when I finish studying.
-Then if it’s easier for you to notice the flames with this song, you will also notice different flames are burning you, but with pleasure. -And then Silas started to give me a blowjob!
I was astonished but with half my mind on Joan of Arc, I didn’t feel like protesting. A blowjob’s always a blowjob, a wonderful way to get your rocks off; no matter who can be the one sucking your cock and furthermore half my mind was attentive to the maid of Orleans. But while a hemisphere of my brain was trying to assimilate Leonard Cohen’s words and understanding the reasons for Joan of Arc’s trial, my other hemisphere was relishing the unexpected flames a male tongue was giving me.
And who are you? She sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke
“Why, I’m fire, he replied
And I love your solitude
I love your pride.”
-I’ll answer your never asked question –Silas told me with my cock deep in his mouth and making expert moves and moans that I guessed were showing his fun-. I’m not gay, Byron. Well, I don’t think I am. It’s just that all my hormones are burning and you got the habit of often walking down the house with nothing but your briefs and strangely looking at you like that has aroused me and yes I’ve even had to wank over you. I’m only 23 and I love playing with my dick and I’ve just casually entered your bedroom and you looked so sexy with your eyes attentive to those books that I wanted to remain here and well, forgive me if I tell you that when you study, you are a bit of an asshole and you’re here allowing your own brother to touch your dick and even blow you.
-I may be an asshole but this way, I’ve learnt better everything concerning Bishop Cauchon. Even if you have half my blood, I’m feeling the opposite of what Joan of Arc must have felt, not fearing the fire, but yearning it. I wish I could study all my exams like this: with only half my mind and having a mouth at my cock. I think as far as you catch me off guard, when I least expect it, you could even do things to me I won’t like at all, like being raped. My mind would focus on studies, readings, music or games online and your mind could be enjoying my body.
-Is that an offer, Byron?
-An asshole’s offer, Silas, since you called me an asshole a short time ago.
-I would certainly like to fuck you in the ass. I’ve never fucked an ass before. And you’re asking for it, stepbro. But I’d like half your mind to allow me permission to enter your ass. I will never rape you, but if you continue being an asshole, you could just simply ignore what I might be doing to you.
-I’m cumming!!! -I told Silas, who drank it all and later told me it was the first time he drank semen but coming from my dick, it tasted deliciously.
-It’s been the best blowjob I’ve had in my life -I told him when I listened to the last words of the song.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry
I saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long for love and light
But must it come so cruel
And oh so bright…
La-da-da,
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la...
-Such a beautiful asshole. You just have to lend me half your mind and this way we could both have a lot of fun. Now if I were you, I’d sleep with nothing on. Good night –and he even kissed my lips and again I didn’t protest. And he left.
Now I stayed in my bed with nothing on and I had to think. I had attended a perfect wedding between the bride, Joan of Arc, and the bridegroom, the fire. I had just attended a perfect blending between Silas’ mouth and my cock. I’d had the best blowjob of my life and the best orgasm I’d ever had. Maybe I’d behaved as an asshole, allowing my own flesh and blood to give me that pleasure. The fact is I was still horny as hell, my dick stiff as a flagpole but I didn’t want to jack off. Maybe it was because if I did, my entire mind would be implied and I had just learnt I enjoyed it most with only half my mind. That way I had even enjoyed gay sex and in the heat of the moment I had even made my stepbrother an asshole’s offer. But did I really fear his cock up my butt? I thought that as far as I was surprised and with half my mind focused on any other thing, I should not fear him. I’d spent half my life not knowing my brother and when I finally met him, I had known of his wonderful personality and now I liked him more, a boy who this very night had told me he’s not gay, but even so can get aroused at me and at my dick. I decided to give him the power to control my sexual life and I should not think anymore, just get carried away. So with these thoughts, I don’t know how but I managed to sleep.
In the morning I went to breakfast as any other torrid day in just my briefs. He had all his clothes on but was already sitting there too. So he could not think I was angry because of the unexpected gay party we had last night, I decided to kiss him.
-Hope you like it, Silas; I’ll never refuse your lips.
The exam that morning was easier than I expected. I was asked about Charles Martel and finally about Joan of Arc’s trial. No question about Charlemagne. I think I’d passed that exam and I returned home really happy. As usual after an exam I want to relax playing computer chess. In torrid days like this, I preferred to take everything off but my briefs and lie on the carpet and play. Silas wasn’t home yet. I wasn’t really seducing him into fucking me. I was an anal virgin. I simply started to play chess and relax and well, let anything happen now!
Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/
