Sleeping at Graham Fitzpatrick's House

On the morning of March 22nd, I saw Cid Fitzpatrick throw his brother, Graham Fitzpatrick, out of their second-story window. When Graham hit the ground, he broke his collarbone and ruptured a spleen. The doctor said that he would probably be dead if he had hit his head instead of his collarbone.  

On March 21st, Graham invited me, Brad Fiskum, and Stephen Moroney for a sleepover at his house. I asked my mom if I could go, and she said it was fine.   

Graham always participated in Model U.N. conferences. Right before being thrown out the window, Cid commented on this talent of his, explaining that it was his least favorite quality about him. 

"He never knows when to keep his cock sucking mouth shut." 

On the bus ride to his house, Graham described what hooking up with Adrianna Marshall at Camp Oakwind last summer was like. 

"Her tits were getting bigger every day." 

When we got off the bus, it was raining. Graham jumped in a puddle, even though he was only wearing flip-flops. 

In the bonus room was his dad’s framed album of something called "London Calling." 

"Such a good album," Brad noted. 

"It's only good on our record player." Graham interrupted. 

Brad was a former middle school rower with long blonde hair almost covering his eyes. His Mom always wanted him to buzz it off. He wore blue Converse, old ripped blue jeans with stains from the wash, and 1960s rock band t-shirts that no longer fit his dad. 

In August, Brad was cut from the J.V. soccer team during the last day of tryouts. Before he was cut, however, Coach Hunter had everyone run until they puked. He had already made up his mind about Brad but wanted to give everyone the same treatment. 

Once settled in Graham's bonus room, we played super smash bros. 

After that, Graham told us about an over-the-pants hand job he got from Adrianna Marshall last summer at Camp Oakwind. He had told us several variations of this story before. 

"Don't ask Adrianna about it, though." 

"Do you guys ever feel like there's something hot about keeping a secret?" Stephen asked.

After Graham's parents went to bed, we prank-called Pauline's Pizza Palace, yelling at them for not including more bread in our order. Graham acted like an Italian person when he was talking to them. 

Then we called Staples in California and told them the printer kept printing pictures of girls pissing and shitting. 

"We can't get the girls to stop peeing!" cried Stephen. 

"If I unplug it, I'll light a fuse, and the house will burn down with pictures of pee-pee girls!" 

The Staples person threatened to call the police. Stephen hung up and blocked the number.  

"Fuck me, that was scary." 

Stephen always made sex jokes when we had a substitute teacher. Once in Freshman Algebra, he told Mr. Levine that his calculator was wrong because he kept getting 69 for every answer. 

After the Staples number was blocked, Graham went downstairs to get beer from the garage fridge. "Here's to you, here's to me, here's to…whatever it is that we shall be." 

I got a call from my Mom. She told me it was urgent and to stop whatever I was doing.

"Your brother is a collegiate scholar now! Early acceptance into Richmond! Can you believe it?"

Swingin' Dick Donny persuaded a high school cheerleader to strip for him while he massages her foot in the back of a school bus. We gathered that he was a P.E. teacher from what he was wearing.

"I'm training to become a masseuse. Do you like that?"

"I guess."

I later learned that Swingin' Dick Donny's name was Swinging Dick Donny because his dick was so big that it swung when he walked. There were several videos with this character, and he was on a mission to deflower as many students as possible. 

He slowly took her clothes off. His cock was already hard. 

"How do they get hard so quick?"

"My brother said they have fluffers."

"Do you wanna know what a man's cock tastes like?" Swingin' Dick Donny asked.

"I guess." 

She put his cock in her mouth. He came on her left eyeball. She took her contacts out. She realized that she was running late for class. "I have a test!"

The following video, "Mom turned on by sleeping next to stepson," started to play. The volume was low. Graham turned on subtitles. 

The video was six minutes long and looked like it was made a while ago. The video started with a visibly horny and angry Mom taking a hot shower after a long day of college visits. The stepson saw her through a cracked open door and watched. While she showers, she plays with herself and orgasms. After a few minutes, she gets out and puts on her silk robe. He runs to the bed. 

In the context of the video, they were sharing a hotel bed because all the others were taken, even though they had reserved two. This clearly had upset the stepmother, but she didn't want to make a big thing out of it. 

They two clearly didn't get along. But this night, something was different. 

After figuring out that he had been watching her shower, she yelled at him and forced him to take his clothes off and join her in the shower. 

"You do what I tell you to do."

"Yes, Mommy."

Graham, Brad, and Stephen unbuckled their belts and removed their pants. Then their boxers. They started stroking their dick's and looked at each other's. Gradually, their erections all increased in size. Grahams was the smallest. 

"I'm a grower. Not a shower." 

Brad's dick was the biggest. I had seen it once before. He said it was 6 inches. 

They sprinted to the bathroom 65 seconds into the stepmom's deep-throating sequence and ejaculated into the toilet together. "It's a race!" yelled Graham. 

Graham's cum got on the edge of the toilet seat. He cleaned it off with his foot. They walked out of the bathroom out of breath and semi-flaccid. 

"I came so much." 

They sat back down and continued to search for more porn to watch. Next up was "Two Girls. One Cup". 

After a while, the videos started to pause, so Graham cleared his browsing data and turned his computer off and on. Graham put his pants on, went downstairs, and returned with a bottle of Gray Goose Vodka and Warm Diet Pepsi. 

I felt a buzz but was not visibly drunk. Brad noticed this and passed me another beer. 

"Better catch up." 

Brad had gotten drunk a few times with his older siblings, particularly with his brother, Liam, in West Virginia that past summer. On the other hand, Stephen was raised in a strict household with curfews that he never broke. 

I had only been drunk once at Ashley Goldberg's Rent: The Musical-themed Bat Mitzvah at a Bardizack yacht club. My classmate, Lenny Schultz, convinced a waiter to give us a bottle of cheap Vodka from the back. We mixed it with orange juice in the bathroom and took turns drinking from it. I threw up in my mouth, but nobody could tell. 

At around 11:30, I closed my eyes on the couch. Brad, Stephen, and Graham all still had their dick's out and shirts on. 

There was a calmness about them I hadn't really noticed before. They didn't seem worried that Graham's parents would walk in and see 14-year-old guys blowing each other. No one seemed worried about word of this getting out. 

Stephen lay on the floor. Brad had started to blow Graham. Graham came in his mouth. 

"Salty." Said Brad, coughing a little. 

Graham came in Stephen's mouth again ten minutes later. 

Everyone fell asleep shortly after. 

At two in the morning, I walked downstairs to pee and tripped down the staircase, but no one noticed. 

As I left the bathroom after washing my hands and stared at myself in the mirror for a while, I saw Graham waiting at the top of the staircase. 

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Walk back down the stairs. Now." 

When we reached the staircase's bottom, he turned all the lights off. 

"Dude, I was just going to the bathroom."

"You didn't see anything." 

"Graham."

"I'll kill you." 

"Dude."

"I'll tell everyone you pissed in your sleeping bag, and your mom had to come to pick you up in the middle of the night and slapped you in my driveway."

"I'm not going to say anything, Graham." 

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

I didn't sleep. I tried flipping my pillow over, but that didn't help. I heard Cid enter through the back door at five in the morning. I listen to him tiptoeing to the fridge, then up the stairs. I heard the sink run for a sec. 

Since Graham and Cid started stealing each other's stuff, their parents, Margaret, and Dan, agreed that they should not interact unless necessary. 

*

At eight in the morning, I heard Graham's Mom walk downstairs. 

I was the last one to get picked up by my mom. I go inside with Graham. Then a thunderous roaring comes from the bonus room. Cid came barreling down the stairs in a rage and grabbed Graham by the throat. 

"What did you do?" he asked. 

"I didn't do anything, Cid."

Without hesitation, Cid dragged Graham up to the bonus room. At first, I didn't know if I was supposed to go get someone or stay put. 

"What's this?" he asked, showing Graham his browsing history on the computer.

"I don't know. Stephen must have looked it up." Graham turned to me, desperately, “Help me!” 

“What do ya think? Ya think he deserves to be dropped? I can see it all over your face.”

Sometimes I think about how one of the last things Graham did before his brother broke his collarbone was cum in his friend's mouth, get told that his cum was salty, and then threaten to kill me. Now he was being assaulted by his brother, and the only one who could help him is the one he sexually blackmailed. I think the term for this we learned in Mrs. Casey’s Freshman English class is irony. 

I later learned at school that this was not Cid's first use of excessive violence toward Graham. Apparently there had also been an incident on the swing set in their back yard. 

When Graham returned to school, everything carried on. No one ever found out about what happened at the sleepover. 

We stopped being friends in 10th grade. Then he disappeared.

It later turned out that he never actually hooked up with Adrianna Marshall at Camp Oakwind. 

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