Going back to the house, I was part lust-craven and partly wanting to be with Rodrick. I'm afraid I might be falling for him? Nothing in Middle School or High School has prepared me for this. It makes me think of that song, "Scream" that Zac Efron sings in HSM3.
After Greg got home from his walk, he headed up to his room to put his thoughts about Rodrick down on paper. A part of him felt sorry for Rodrick because he had always been holding his feelings for Greg back. That was were all his rage came from. It was quite a fascinating thing. Perhaps he should become a psychiatrist and get into more people's heads. Greg closed his diary and locked it in the drawer. He wasn't about to have Rodrick seeing that again. If Rodrick didn't actually have feelings for Greg, that would be a nightmare.
There was a steady beat coming from downstairs. Rodrick was actually doing some drumming. He must have been in a bit of a better mood. Greg went down and snuck in to watch Rodrick. His eyes looked so mellow and tamed. There was a musing smile on his face as his drums were very rhythmically buzzing.
Greg slipped around behind Rodrick and placed his hands softly down on Rodrick's shoulders. The drumming stopped. He quickly turned his face around. His devil eyes were back with a new firey rage in them. The stool feel over as he popped up and pushed Greg against the way.
"Don't treat me like some little faggot." His voice was raging with hot anger.
His arm was pushing hard against Greg's wind-pipe. Greg wanted to scream out for him to stop, but he couldn't make a peep. So, he did the next best thing that he could, he kneed Rodrick right in the balls.
Rodrick fell the the floor. The pain in his eyes showed that meek guy again.
Greg suddenly understood.
"Stop being a little pussy and get up."
Rodrick's hand found the wall to help him stumble up. He grunted with each move.
Greg grabbed Rodrick's nipple between his finger and thumb and pulled him up. The older boy let out a soft whimper. With his other hand, he used a finger to pull his chin up to see his face. "You're a pethetic human being, aren't you?"
"Y-yes," Rodrick muttered.
Greg's hand twisted, twisting Rodrick's nipple with it. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir!" He squealed in pain.
"Get your ass up to your room," Greg demanded. He wasn't sure that it was his voice. He was sounding like Rodrick ordering him around.
It was broken when Rodrick meekly gave another "Yes, sir."
Their bare feet plopped against the hardwood floor all the way up to Rodrick's room. Greg was the one who opened the door. Inside was an extremely clean bedroom. There was an actual floor in there.
"You cleaned your shit up because I told you to, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir." There was a dullness in Rodrick's eyes. He was humbled and humiliated. Greg desired to capitalize on that feeling.
"You're just a boy wanting little boy orders."
Rodrick's head dropped. His chin on his chest. Only looking at Greg's feet.
Greg's heart began pounding hard. "Take your clothes off." He was worried he was pushing it too hard.
Rodrick moved his head in a slight nod. He reached for the bottom of his shirt, yanking it over his head so that it went inside out. He loosened his belt next. His oversized pants fell to the floor without even unbuttoning or unzipping them. He was only in his boxers. "These too, sir?"
"Yes! And quick!"
Rodrick quickly pulls them down and steps out of them.
Greg ran a finger down Rodrick's chest hair trail. It was just a dark line of hair that ran from his chest down to his pubes. Rodrick shivered. Greg grabbed the pubes and yanked on them. "This won't do. Boys don't have hair."
"Sorry, sir."
"Go shave it off."
"What, sir?"
"Every bit of hair that is on your body except your head."
Rodrick shuffled out of the room.
Greg got into Rodrick's bed and leaned his back against the pillows resting against the headboard. His toes wiggled as he felt like a king in that bed. A horrible pain came from his crotch. His penis was hard and pushing against his briefs, causing it to hurt. He let it out and began to stroke the six inches slowly, fully enjoying himself. As he did so, he looked at the posters. Some of the guys in those bands were kind of hott. So, that's what Rodrick gets off to, huh?
Rodrick came back in the room. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as his little brother was stroking on his bed.
"Come over here and do this for me, while I inspect you."
Rodrick gave a slight nod and shuffled over. Naked, he stood at the edge of the bed and reached down, smacking Greg's hand away and taking the cock like he was asked to. With his now-free hand, Greg ran his hand over Rodrick's body, feeling for hair. There were only a few stubbles he came across.
Greg leaned his head back, letting the pleasure of Rodrick's hand stroking him take him. It was nice just to not be feeling his own self as he was jerked off. His eyes closed, and he breathed through his nose, sucking down his saliva. It didn't take long to orgasm.
Greg's eyes popped open. "We need to go shopping."
Rodrick was licking the jizz off of his fingers.