Puppy for Sale

by James Matthews

Chapter 23

Explosions of the Third Kind

I watched as Steven jumped from his bed and started searching our room, for what, I didn't know. I just lay there wondering what he had in store for me, but right now, I didn't care, because this was the best we had gotten on since I arrived, and it was just a relief he was being almost nice to me.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, as he paced from end to end of our room.

"So for this experiment, Jensen, we are first going to need a locked door, this is something you do NOT want mum and dad to see you doing, so do you wanna get that first?"

I shrugged and got out of bed, flicking the catch on the door.

"What now?"

"Now we need a large towel, cos I am guessing this is gonna be real messy."

"A towel? Jesus, what is this all about?"

"You'll see."

"Steven, is this gonna hurt?"

Steven laughed. Jensen dude, pain is not a word I would use to describe what you are gonna feel on your first time of doing this."

"Ok, well there is a towel in my bottom drawer."

"Good, I'll get it," Steven replied "I was thinking we might need a bucket for your first go, but I'm fresh out of those," he muttered, taking the towel from my drawer.

He let the towel fall out of its folded position, and lay it out flat on the floor. "I got a glimpse that you were not circumcised so you won't need lube, but, I'm gonna give you some for that extra pleasure."

"Circum... sorry you lost me again."

"Never mind," Steven said, pulling a bottle of clear liquid from under his bed. "Ok, we are good to go."

"Are we? I don't have a clue what to do."

"Ok here's the thing, this might take you out of your comfort zone, and what I'm gonna ask you to do is probably gonna seem weird, but trust me, you need to learn how to do this otherwise mum is gonna be washing your stiff sheets until you move out, and trust me, trying to look her in the eye after she changes your bed is real hard for a few days."

I sighed. "Fine, what do I have to do?" I asked. Steven came up behind me and grabbed hold of my hips, manoeuvring me, so I was now at the head of the laid out towel. He then stepped to the side and got onto his bed.

"Ok, lube, towel and locked door. Got it, that's all you need...oh and one more thing, something to watch. Hmm, I dunno what to put on for you..." Steven trailed off. He moved to his computer and started clicking and typing. "Ok, this is like a solo sesh... Not my cup of tea but good training vid," he said turning round to face me.

"Training vid?"

Steven shook his head excitedly. "Priceless!"

Steven moved away from his computer screen revealing a paused naked man on the screen. I tilted my head in both slight embarrassment and curiosity at the same time. "Erm, I've...uh, I've never seen a naked person before Steven."

Steven smirked. "You have now! So here's the thing, in a sec I'm gonna leave the room and head down stairs for... Ooh I'd say 3 minutes. Just kidding, but come get me when you're done ok?"

"Done what?" I asked him confused.

Steven sighed, dropping his shoulders. "Look and pay attention. When I leave you walk over and lock the door behind me" he said walking over and flicking the catch again. "Then you go to the computer and press the arrow, that will play the video, ok?"

"Then what?"

"My God... Then you... You do what he's doing."

"What will he do?"

"He'll jack off, and then you just copy what he does."

"Ok, whatever, but I don't have to be naked too right, I mean that's optional?"

Steven just looked at me, his forehead screwed up. "Yes Jensen, you need to have access...to...your...penis, doofus!"

"Oh, I see" I replied, the penny dropping.

"Right so I'm gonna leave now and I'm gonna let you have up to a hundred more times pleasure than a McDonalds, ok?"

"And I just copy him, yeah?" I said, pointing that the paused naked man who appeared to have his right hand clamped around his penis.

"Exactly, Jensen!"

"But what's the towel for, I don't understand."

"Just trust me on that part, it's to save the carpet from your... spillage, shall we say.

"Fuck, am I gonna bleed or something?"

"No of course not... look, when I go just take off your boxers and trust me here."

I blew air through my clamped shut lips and looked at the ceiling. Steven then left the room. I did as he instructed and locked the door behind him. I then went back and focused on the towel that was laid out on the floor he'd put there. "Spillage," I muttered leaning over to unpause the video on the computer.

The sound was low but I could hear the guy on there talking, as if it was to me. He was staring right at me and saying quite, well quite dirty things. I almost wanted to blush. Turning round to fully make sure the door was closed, which I really knew it was, I turned back to the naked man on the screen and stood to attention feeling my penis getting hard. I began to copy what he was doing, which as Steven said it would, felt mildly pleasurable.

A few minutes had past of me imitating this young guy on the screen. His actions were really erotic, and I found him being on the screen greatly enhancing whatever was happening on in the pit of my groin. Then, over the course of a few seconds something seemed to change. I could feel a dull spasm working its way through at the base of my dick. It was getting more and more intense, and in turn my body, especially my knees began to tremble like hell. Then, without warning, two things happened to me... the former of which I will never forget. My whole body lurched forward as string after string of this gloopy stuff Steven had mentioned came flying out of my dick. An intense earthquake of pleasure ripped through my body as I literally vibrated in ecstasy. Then there was the noise from my own being I could not control. I put my hand tightly over my mouth trying to stop an involuntary series of Huff's and grunts spilling from my voice box.

I fell on to Steven's bed, panting. I felt like I was glowing in some kind of aftershock. Seconds later there was a loud knock on the door.

"Jensen? I sort of heard you might be done?" I could he him say, sniggering.

Steven! "Shit" I muttered, scrambling around for my boxer shorts. Putting them on I rushed over to the door and flicked the catch, with him immediately walking in.

My new Step brother eyed the sodden towel and followed the subsequent trail I'd left in various places. I picked up the towel he'd left on the floor for me, and threw it on my bed, mildly embarrassed "Fuck me, I see you're done then?" He asked, turning to face a rather flushed me, looking dopey I imagine. "Nice load, dude!"

"What... the... fuck... was THAT?!"

"That my friend was your very first orgasm, congratulations. Do you have anything you wish to say?"


"And that is?"

"I am most certainly FUCKING DOING THAT AGAIN!"

Steven creased up laughing, rolling around on his bed, while I stood there like a quivering wreck trying to take in what had just happened to me.

"That's what jacking off is, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, getting up from his bed and inspecting the damage. "That stuff that came out is called cum, and boy did you hurl some." He stated, matter-of-fact.

I got up and looked to see what he was inspecting. Far from it all going on the towel, I had actually sprayed his PC monitor, chair and desk with my fluids, and really the only thing the towel was useful for was the last few drips. Steven didn't seem to care though; it was almost as if he was a proud teacher that had taken me through my first experience.

Now that I had come down from... whatever it was that hit me I felt a strange sense of guilt... almost embarrassment. I tried to pick up some sort of vibe from Steven that he might feel the same, but he just seemed to take it in his stride.

Now I was getting to know him a little better there seemed to be something about him, something I found both grossly obnoxious, but very appealing. When I had first arrived here and met Steven, the pinnacle of everything I hated about him was his attitude, but now, the more time I spent with him, it was his attitude that I found strangely attractive. I almost started to feel I liked him... and because?

Because he didn't give a shit... about anything!

As we both lay in our separate beds a feeling of calm descended over me. The gentle hue of Steven's lamp gave our bedroom a relaxed feel as the now silent household slept in the darkness outside.

Steven was awake and playing some game on his phone. As per usual he lay there bare chested with only a pair of track pants covering his lower body, his large, well-shaped, bare feet, twitched now and again caused by whatever was happening on his screen.

I lay on my side trying to concentrate on my own phone, but finding more and more time was being taken up by looking over at him. I didn't understand what was captivating me so much. It seemed to be beyond my capabilities to put whatever that feeling was into some kind of category. Was it awe, attraction, respect, envy? One thing was for sure, I admired him for his carefree nature. Sure he'd been grumpy with me, nasty, aggressive, RUDE and damn right fucking horrible, but now... now he was something being something different towards me.

Was it accepting perhaps?

While my big shiny new experience of tonight had involved one of my most private parts, somehow things didn't seem awkward between us, and for that we both, yes BOTH, had Steven to thank for that I felt. Once it had happened he just acted like normal. The subject didn't feel off limits, nevertheless we didn't discuss it. I had had many episodes where something awkward had happened between Cindy and I... no, not sexually of course, but still awkward, and sometimes we would go days avoiding the topic, or sometimes each other. But this thing I did with Steven's guidance? It just felt like he had taught me something I needed to know. It was like he had let me in on a secret everyone but me knew about. I got the feeling the way he saw it, that it was as natural as teaching me to work my new phone.

"Not tired?" he asked, leaning his head in my direction.

"Just thinking, that's all," I replied, quietly.

Steven sniggered. "About your first Jizz session?"

"No... well yeah, but not just that."

"Well what then?"

"Just how you have changed towards me, in such a short time."

Steven sighed, placing his phone down on the floor and turning on his side to face me. "I hate upheaval Jensen, you gotta realise you coming here was tough for me, and I still think you're a prick."

"I probably am, I know."

"You know, if you want to earn my respect dude, you've really got to start standing up to me more. And that starts by not agreeing with me when I put you down."

"Is that the key to your personality?"


"You were horrible to me because I was nice to you."

"If you want it at its most basic terms, yeah I guess that is part of it." He admitted.

"And the rest?"

"Well, let's be honest here, you are quite fucking weird aren't you. I dunno what went on in that crazy ass place you lived at, but they fucking dumbed down your mind until it was fucked."

"I was treated very well there actually," I said, becoming mildly defensive. It was more the words he used that hurt... words like weird, crazy and fucked. I guess Greenstone was responsible for that in some way, but what choice did I have... what choice did they have?

"It was what you said actually... you know, that made me think maybe I was being too much of an ass towards you."

"What I said?"

"Yeah, last night when you threw a hissy fit at me and start reeling off all that shit that happened to you."

"Oh that, yeah well, it's all true and some of it still pretty raw."

"Yeah," was all he said, but his face thoughtful looking. "So did you ever have a girlfriend in the kid prison?"

"No, I was the oldest child there. But you may have heard about Cindy... she was my best friend... still is as far as I know. She's my only friend actually."

"And you and her never..."

"No, we didn't Steven, we weren't like that."

"Fuck man, a nice girl my age in confinement together? I would have fucked Cindy all over the place until she screamed.

Steven had just finished that sentence when a switch flicked inside my head. Pure unadulterated rage was injected into my bloodstream and I flew out of bed clamping my hands round his neck.

"Don't you EVER talk about her that way again or I will cut your fucking throat with a knife!" I spat aggressively, spraying his face with saliva from my contorting mouth. "Do you fucking understand me?!"

Steven's eyes were bulging out as he managed a petrified nod. "Jensen, I...I can't breathe!" he wheezed out. I felt like I was in a trance, just locked there in pure anger at him until a choking sound coming from his mouth snapped me out of my zone.

I let go and brought my hands up to my mouth. "Fuck, what did I do, fuck what did I do?" I whispered to myself.

Steven dove up coughing and spluttering, his breathing loud and wheezy as he placed his own hands round his neck as if to aid himself.

He then lunged at me. BANG! I felt my head lurch sharpy to the right as he punched me square in the face. I staggered backwards until the back of my legs hit my bed and I fell to a sitting position, still holding my open mouth. Steven just stared at me as he got his breath back.

"Fuck, ouch, my fucking jaw, you broke my fucking jaw" I yelped. "Shit, I deserved that... fuck that hurts! Well say something, do something. anything just don't stare at me like that." I said, a panicked tone in my voice

"Why, because it looks like I'm staring at a fucking crazy person?!" Steven hissed, shaking his right hand, looking in various amounts of pain himself.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I got so angry, I didn't do that."

"Didn't do... what the fuck are you on about? Of course you did it, I have the fucking marks to prove it!"

"I mean that's not me, I wouldn't do those things."

"So what, are you saying the voices in your head told you to do it?" he hissed.

"Here, let me see," I said, getting up and walking over to him. Steven backed up like a scared rabbit.

"You stay the fuck away from me, you... you fucking weirdo."

"Steven, I'm sorry, please..."

"You could have strangled me, you fucktard!"

"And you almost broke my face, fuck!" I replied, rubbing my cheek. "Are...are you going to tell your mum and dad?" I asked, my lips starting to tremble.

Steven seemed to soften for a moment. "No, they'll probably just say I provoked you seeing as you seem to be the blue eyed boy at the moment, and I'm scum."

"Look, I just freaked out because of what you said about Cindy, you don't understand what we have been through... what she has been through. Her parents threw her out on to the street when she was a little girl. They actually threw her out on to a cold street Steven, no food, no warm clothes... nothing. They sold their house and flew off to Brazil leaving her all alone. Can you imagine, I mean can you actually imagine that?"

"I didn't know, maybe I should have thought, but I aint fucking apologising, I don't apologise for anyone... especially people who flip out and try to strangle me... oh, and then throw in the line they are going to kill me!"

"I didn't say that!"

"What the... are you for real? How can you stand there and say that to me, when I was the one who you said it to?"

"I didn't say that, I would never say that."

"Jensen, you said it!"

I took a defeated seat on the end of Steven's bed and tried to think. Did I really say I was going to kill him? I thought.

"I am going to see my doctor tomorrow," I announced, immediately wondering why I said it.

"I think you fucking need to, you really aren't right in the head... now you're forgetting things."

I pulled my knees up to my chin and hugged them with my arms before burying my head within. Emotions of the sad kind gripped me as I wondered if I was slipping back to something frightening again. I had felt pretty good these last few days and now... now this.

I gently wept, not caring if Steven thought I was a wimp, it was just how I felt and I couldn't stop it. I had got so angry, said some awful things and not knew how I got to that stage. Dealing with flash moods as Doctor Listern called them was bad enough, but the ones that are so bad I blanked them out were the scariest because for a split second you are not in control. I mean, how can you be when you don't remember doing certain things.

I waited for a moment expecting Steven to scold me with some nasty comment or tell me to get away from him again. It was rejection I realised, that scared me more than anything. But instead of a harsh voice, or a shove coming my way, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder gently pulling me.

As I let myself be moved, I found myself being shifted towards Steven, until my head was nestled against his chest. With his arm wrapped round me I gently cried, feeling the faint sound of his heartbeat against my ear. He stroked my hair soothing me, and whether it was the moment I was in, or just for the lack of anything else to say I uttered the final words I remember.



"I think I'm attracted to you."

"I know. Who ain't!?"

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