Late Night Movies (chapter 4)

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Late Night Movies (chapter 4)That night I dreamt all kinds of crazy things. My mind was utterly flabbergasted by what I’d witnessed lying underneath the hide-a-bed. I knew that men and women liked to get naked together. Magazines with pictures of them had always been left in plain view in the bathroom. But I had no idea two boys could do it too. Vague terms like ‘gay’ came to mind and my br other had always called me things like ‘fag’ when insulting me or making fun of me. So wasn’t it a bad thing? Is that why Daddy didn’t want anyone to see? Cause its wrong?I thought about all and more as I showered and got ready for school. I paid more attention to my body than I ever had before. Noticing my penis and how it was much smaller than the men I’d seen in daddy’s movies. I didn’t have the hair they had down there yet either, but when I touched it and stroked it got hard like it was in the mornings when I had to pee. Until I saw that sailor sticking his big hard dick in his officers wanting asshole I never truly inspected my own. So I went about feeling my hole, rubbing soap on and around it and slipping the tip of my finger in. The soap burned a bit but I was intrigued by how sensitive and unusually smooth my insides were.I turned the water off and stood in the steam filled shower. For a bit looking at my dick standing straight up. The moment I swung the clear shower curtain open my br other came in rubbing some moose in his hair. He laughed when he saw my penis, “Whoa lil b*o! What’s with the boner!? You lookin at mom n dads Hustler? Pfft…” then he cleared a path of steam free from the mirror with his hand and casually went back to doing his hair. He didn’t notice me blushing as I went for a towel and hurriedly dried off. My mom came in, still in her nighty and sat on the toilet. She smiled and looked at us during her stream and warned us to not miss the bus.School was every bit as mundane as ever. The work was entirely too easy for me and required little to no effort on my part to excel. Tests were on Fridays though so it did help to speed the day along a bit. Mostly I thought about the late night movies my dad watched and how I’d been forbidden to join him. I was always told, “No. Its a school night…”. But tonight was NOT a school night. Would I be allowed to watch?Usually one of my bahis firmaları friends would be staying over on a Friday night, or I at their place. Tonight I didn’t want to take any chances though. I knew mom n dad would never go for letting me AND a friend watch. I told Del and Virgil I wasn’t feeling well and got a night away from my friends. When I got home I found a note from my mom…’Boys,Your dad and my pool league has an away game tonight. We will be at Tiny’s Bar n Grill, 555-5555. Here’s a 20$ to order pizza and rent a game. I WANT THE CHANGE! (underlined). We’re going to call at 9:00 so Chris you BETTER be home by then. Love you boys. See you around 11:00 or 12:00.Love,Mom’This didn’t really come as a surprise. My parents played in a pool league at their bar every Tuesday and Friday as well as some Saturday nights. When the games were at Don’s, a local sports bar, they would actually be home around 12:00, maybe as late as 1:00. When they had to travel they could be home anywhere from 1:00 to 3:00 A.M. Sometimes they’d just call and say they’d be home in the morning. So nights that they were away Chris would go out with his friends and I’d be home alone. Usually I had a friend with me to play video games so now I was beginning to wonder if I made the right choice to ditch my friends tonight.I moved my Nintendo out to the living room as we usually did when mom n dad were gonna be out late so we could play on the bigger tv. When I finally finished hooking it up my br other bust in and threw his backpack down by the door. He immediately sat down in the spot I wanted and opened the console. He took my game out and put one of his in. “Hey! I was gonna play!” I whined.”Shut up in only gonna be home for a few…” and he went on blowing on the cartridge and putting in in the system over and over till the power button revealed the title, ‘Tecmo Super Bowl’. “Did ya see the note Mom left?” I asked”No. Bring it to me…” he didn’t even look away from the screen while setting up his game. I obeyed and brought him the letter and the twenty dollar bill. “Sweet!” he said and stuffed the money in his pocket. “You’re on your own for din tonight. I need the money for my date.”. I was used to this as well.While he was playing and I watched bored my eyes fell down to the cabinet that kaçak bahis the tv sat on. The one I was sure held all the VHS tapes Dad liked to watch late. I wondered if Chris ever snuck out before… Had watched the movies… Knew where the key was etc. I mustered up enough courage to ask, “Hey Chris? Can I ask ya somethin?””You’re such a fucken nerd! Just ask!” he responded playfully.”Do you know what dad keeps in the tv stand?” I started blushing and couldn’t help it.”Yeah…” was all he said casually. He didn’t even look away from the screen and jerked this way and that while his player ran across the screen. I sat there wishing he’d elaborate but he didn’t.”So you’ve opened it?” I asked, oddly embarrassed at asking.”Of course dumbass, hoe else would I know what they keep in it?” he asked sarcastically.”So is there a key? What’s in there? Did they ever catch you looking?” I just blurted out questions. I felt like Chris could give me some answers and at the very least didn’t have to feel like id be in trouble.”Fucken ay!” he blurted out as his quarterback got sacked. “What!? Ohhh… I’m not supposed to talk to you about it…” and for a moment I thought that was all he’d say. He continued to play his game and picked up later, “…an’ yeah there’s a key. But dad switches where he keeps it a lot. But even if ya can’t find it you can still open it.” he said with a proud grin.”what do you mean?” I asked, crawling on all fours up to the cabinet and tugging on the locked doors. Not to my surprised they remained locked. “See? Its locked.” I said with disappointment.”Yeah but look, Retard!” he said getting on his knees and turning the stand partially so he could wrap his fingers around the back corner. He pulled slightly to the side with his finger tips and the back panel of the cabinet came with. “The back just slides out!” he chuckled. I was blown away. I couldn’t believe it was that easy to get in there key or no key!”Does…” I started.”Mom n dad know the back opens?” he asked knowingly. “Yeah. I saw him do it one night when he couldn’t find the key. But if you ever get caught I didn’t show ya! Say you found out on your own.” he said seriously and turned the stand back to its original position, “…and make sure you put EVERYthing back just how you found it or they’ll know.” He got kaçak iddaa back up and resumed his game. “That’s why its easier if you just find the key. Its usually under the coffee table or couch or somethin.” I was full of so many questions about how Chris knew all of this but was interrupted by the phone ringing.Chris flew off the couch and grabbed it. I could hear a young girls voice on the other end, loud and giggling. He told her he’d meet her there in an hour, hung up and went straight to the shower leaving his game going. I followed him in there just after he closed the clear curtain behind him. I watched as he soaped himself up and started to ask, “Sooo…?” when he spit some water out of his mouth and interrupted me.”Look… If its more questions about the cabinet in not allowed to talk to you about it all. I already said enough to get me grounded all summer so just look fer’ yourself. When you’re ready to ask ’em about it they’ll answer your questions.”. He took another mouthful of water and spat it out while tugging on his penis a few times, removing the soapy lather. Somewhat defeated in my questioning I left and went back to the living room. I changed my game back but sat with the title on the screen, my eyes fixed on the stand and its locked doors. Within minutes Chris was back out in the living room tying his shoes with wet hair. “Anyone call?””Nope” I replied.”Ho’kay well I’m going out. Dont unlock the door for anyone unless I do the knock. If mom actually calls at 9:00 then tell her I just called and I’m on my way home. Okay?” he asked, getting to his feet and remembering the 20 in his other pants. “Okayyy!?” he called out impatiently.”Okay!” I yelled back and with a slam of the door he was gone. It was still early and tried to play my game for a bit. I didn’t know if Chris would be back soon either, having forgot something. Before long I was searching for that key though. Where did Chris say it usually was? Under the coffee table? …Nope. Under the couch? I got on all fours and crawled along the couch, my hand grazing crumbs but no key. I had almost gave up and resorted to opening the back when I found a tiny silver key in the caddy of bills and assorted mail on the end-table. My heart started pounding like crazy.Soon I’d know just what my dad kept inside the locked cabinet. I was excitedly expecting a tape to watch but who knew what else there was!? I crawled up to the cabinet and stuck the key in the slot. Unknowingly I held my breath as I turned it. The latch clicked and both doors sprung open…

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