Date: Sun, 08 Jun 2003 02:53:52 +0000
From: Tony Ryan <hotstorylvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Values 4

This story is fictional. This does not even attempt to resemble real people.
I don't recommend this behavior in real life. You control your own destiny
and shouldn't look to fiction for answers. Please don't read this if you
aren't over 18, don't distribute this without my permission, etc.

I appreciate all the feedback and would love more. This chapter only
involves one set of people, but I haven't forgotten about the others. Please
continue sending me your suggestions or feedback. I'd love to hear it.
Thanks for all you've sent so far.

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As Jamal struggled to gulp down the never-ending, rank stream of hot teen
piss, he marveled at his brother's arrival. Ben was one of the first men in
the family to go off to college, and rarely visited home because of several
part-time jobs keeping him busy through the summer. Yet here he was, his
chubby fingers leaving marks on Jamal's corded neck, his long prong plumping
in his kid brother's pliant throat.

"Wish I'd known what a slut you were...woulda saved me all that time chasing
pussy. You like that, huh, queer?"

Jamal grunted, his eyes brimming over at the ugly language as well at how
hard his heavy erection throbbed and sobbed at his brother's verbal abuse.
Ben had a football scholarship and his body clearly showed off every
strenuous hour of practice. A thick neck, bulging brown pecs made even
larger in comparison to the tiny black nipples jutting out of each
man-breast, a fierce 6-pack cut so hard that each slab felt like marble, all
covered in a forest of dark black hair. His trim waist led down to gladiator
thighs and his crowning achievement, his tower of power, obscenely long and
drooping even when flaccid, and as wide around as a child's arm. Back when
Jamal was in his earliest years of puberty, Ben was his most forbidden
jerkoff fantasy. He would peek at him in the shower, "accidentally" walk in
on him every so often, or brush against him while leaving the dinner table.
Every night Jamal would stroke his growing fantasy and try to convince
himself he wasn't staining the sheets over his brother's perfect body, his
brother's mule dong, his brother's raw sexuality. But the Ben of that era
was still a boy. This was a man. Jamal barely recognized the hard, cold
glint in his eyes, the evil smirk on his face. All he knew was that he was
blowing his load on the carpet by the time Ben finally pulled out of his
throat. Jamal whimpered, like a baby missing a bottle, while Ben yanked him
up by his neck.

"Don't worry, baby bro, my dick is gonna be back in you real soon."

"W-why are you here? How'd you p-p-pay for the trip?" Jamal stuttered,
transfixed by Ben's lusty gaze and those huge, puckering lips.

"I gotta lotta new...career opportunities. You don't need to hear that shit.
Now how about I wear out your fag ass?"

Ben squirmed in Jamal's tight grip, ashamed at how his formerly spent dick
pulsated at the idea. He couldn't meet his older brother's knowing, sneering
visage.

"I ain't your first, am I?"

Jamal shook his head, blinking back the tears, gasping as those fat digits
burrowed into his dry hole.

"That's OK, I know how you boy-pussies can be sometimes. I'll make you
remember mine YEARS from now."

Before Jamal could react, he was pushed - no, shoved - onto the bed, his
smooth cheeks and lush mouth scraping against the bedspread. He
instinctively clenched his pucker against an invading monster, but the feel
of a large, stammering tongue joining those fingers weakened his resolve.
The pink mini-dick licked his dry insides, lapped at his manly residue,
tasted his very essence.  His hole twitched as the tight assring sluttily
opened and almost begged for something more. Jamal shared the feelings,
moaning into the cotton fabric, shamelessly shaking his booty to drive his
BIG brother wild.

The effort did not go unrewarded, as his slack hole, empty for only a few
seconds, sensed the presence of a giant slab of meat. Ben's penis, quivering
in anticipation, tentatively entered the eager twat. A wave of fear washed
over Ben as he realized he was going to plow out the young man he was raised
with, who had idolized him, who would always be in his life. As he teasingly
ran his slobbering hog up and down the hair-dusted bubble butt, the fear
slowly turned to lust. He was going to brand this brother, this bitch, and
every day they would know who was truly in charge.

Grunting, he rammed 6 inches up the narrow hole. Jamal screamed into a
pillow at the rough invasion.

"Who told you you had a RIGHT to let any other man tap this ass? My ass?
This is mine, and always will be! Eat my fuckstick! C'mon...ngggghhhh..."

Deeper and deeper he pounded into his sinewy brother, the two of them glued
together by the salty perspiration dripping from every part of their hard
bodies. As he wriggled all the way in, his buffalo balls slapped lewdly and
noisily against the puffy cheeks he had split open. Jamal's own plump balls
jiggled with each thrust, his prick slick and oozing against the bedspread.
Every time he tried to touch himself, Ben swatted the back of his head,
holding his arms in place. Jamal could feel every muscle in his brother's
body keeping him down, every muscle in his own body stretching and straining
at the girth. Suddenly, Ben flipped him over, staring inside his very soul.
Their brown eyes hypnotically locked into each other, the rest of the world
shut out on a secret code only they could understand. Jamal was being
butt-fucked by his own brother, an idea so sick to many, a concept that was
perfect to him. His brother was a god, perfect in every area, his dream cum
true. His hard 9 inches proved that point as it flopped against his stomach
like a fish thrown out of the water.

Ben bent down, biting his younger brother's nose, tugging at his thick lower
lip that had sucked his snake so well earlier.

"All those tiny dicks you got shoved up your hole...I bet you never thought
you'd see a real man's dick. Bet you never even guessed. Feel like a man
now, bitch?"

Jamal began to go into near-convulsions as the pre-cum smeared all over his
smooth chest. He had lost any tenuous grip on reality, unable to even grip
his own erection. He thought of the only other dick ever inside him, the
dragon which had slayed his cherry, and babble flowed from his mouth as
quickly as the cream milked out of his shaft.

"I love you Ben...oh Chris...I love you Chris...you too Ben...your cocks..."

Ben's bushy eyebrows furrowed as he continued his methodical pumping. Chris
again. Why was he bringing him up at such an intimate moment?

"Who's this Chris? Do I know him?"

Jamal suddenly clamped his mouth shut. Ben pulled his slimy black prong all
the way out, leaving only the bulbous head inside, then slammed back in.
Jamal groaned, but still refused to talk. Ben slapped his face once, then
twice, the stinging blows amazingly only making Jamal harder, hornier. He
had no idea such rough treatment would get him going, but his heavy shaft
applauded the abuse.

Taking a different tactic, Ben sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Jamal
with him until Jamal straddled his lap. As his teen prick stabbed Ben's
navel, Ben licked the sweat off his forehead, lightly thrust into him,
nipped at his ear, whispering slowly, seductively, in a mantra.

"Tellmetellmetellmetellmtellmetellme..."

Jamal's every sense was on override. He couldn't last much longer. Panting,
he broke away from Ben's haunting eyes.

"Chris is..."

"...right here. Who wants to know?"

The brothers were startled by the arrival of the third party, his baseball
cap turned around backwards, his wifebeater strained against his pecs, his
baggy shorts pooled around his ankles. Chris joined them on the bed,
kneeling between their bodies. Instinctively, Jamal tugged on his lover's
hard shaft as he had so many times before in this room. Ben's eyes popped at
the width and length on this white boy, and they grew even larger as Chris
grunted and shot a huge load.

"I'm coming...love to see my white seed on dark skin..."

Spray after spray of his semen coated their bare, moist chests. Chris
grinned impishly and dabbed his finger in the white goop. Ben stared back,
impassively. He remember Chris now. So confident in himself, so smug, even
when he was a little kid. Now he thought he was some man, some big dick. His
stare became a sneer, and he roughly pulled out of his brother's welcoming
hole. Jamal whimpered in surprise and disappointment.

Chris crawled towards Jamal. He'd been aching for Jamal's ass all day.

"Thanks man, I'll take my turn."

Ben fumed. As if he was going to let this white boy violate his brother. A
huge dark brown torso stood in Chris' path. Before he could complain, he was
pushed back against the pillows.

"What the fu..."

The large black fingers backhanding his cheek was a feeling he never
expected. Chris was outraged, and in any other situation would have been
ready for a fight. Here, he was groggy, confused...the perfect prey. Ben
roughly laid him down on his stomach. Trying not to suffocate in the pillow,
Chris twitched at the callused hand running down his smooth, milky white
cheeks.

"You touched my brother in a way you had no permission to touch. That shit
is DONE. Now you have to pay. I'm gonna make you a man tonight, bitch."

Chris squirmed, unable, perhaps not even wanting to break free. A hard slap
thumped against both sets of jiggling cheeks.

"I'm gonna make you a man."

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