Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2012 16:20:02 -0600 From: s a Subject: Blow 4 Dough, Chapter One Warning: This story contains pedophilia, sadomasochism, and prostitution, as well as profanity. I am the sole creator of this work. Please feel free to contact me at the above email address. Blow 4 Dough By Scott Zucker Chapter One: Cousin Nick I was thirteen at the time and lived with only my mom, since my brother had recently gone off to college. We lived in a modest two bedroom apartment, which was basically all we needed. One day, my mom's sister, Brandy, went to prison for probably drugs, so my seventeen year old cousin, Nick, moved in with us for what was supposed to be a short stint. Nick was a complete douche. He constantly listened to rap, and talked and acted like a thug. He had been to Juvenile Hall several times and was destined for a life of crime. My mom didn't want to take him in, but none of the rest of my family could at the time, and my mom didn't want to see him on the street, where she figured he'd be dead in a year. Besides, my brother's bed was still in my room. Ironically, Nick was a pretty decent looking guy. Of course, he had the buzzed head and standard thug wardrobe of white shirts, gold jewelry, baggy pants, and baseball caps, but he also had a few redeeming qualities, like his small, narrow face and big, brown eyes, which made him look like Bambi. When it wasn't shaved, he also had nice platinum hair. As soon as he moved in, he started making my mom's life hell. He started leaving whenever he wanted to and wouldn't return till after dark. That fourth night, I could hear her yelling at him, as I sat in my bed with my laptop. "Where were you? Why do you smell like cigarettes then? Do not use that language here, young man! Blah, blah, blah...," she went on. He was arguing back with predictable shit like, "You're not my fucking mom!" His speech was so garbled he sounded like a retard. Soon he yelled, "What the fuck? Are you going to watch me piss now?" Within seconds, one of them slammed the door shut, and the shower started up. Fifteen minutes later, he entered my room with only a towel on. He was so tall, bony, and pale that I thought he looked pretty hot. I also noticed his huge cock bulging against the towel, like he had a hard on. Immediately, he walked over and slipped his faded boxers on under his towel. "What are you staring at, faggot?" he asked without looking up. I finished my homework, as he played with his cell phone. Then I turned on my music like I do every night, shut off the light, and crawled in bed. "We're not going to be listening to this Britney shit all night," he bitched. "It's just one song," I said. "I don't give a fuck." "Fine," I said and turned it to my R&B playlist. He was still annoyed, but not enough to bitch. Later that night, I woke up, needing to piss. I glanced over at Nick and saw he was smoking out the open window. He was also watching something on his phone and moving his hand. With my head down, I darted off to the bathroom. When I returned, I glanced again at him. He looked right back at me and continued to smoke and stroke. I crawled in bed, as my head and chest started to pound. I was lying there for a minute when I heard, "Why don't come over here and suck it, since I know you want to?" I rolled over on my side and couldn't sleep for an hour. Meanwhile, Nick was asleep and snoring like a chainsaw. The next night started out like the last, but not as bad. Nick got home a little earlier this time. My mom still bitched at him, but he mostly ignored her. He went straight to the bathroom and started taking a shower. Once again, I was sitting in bed with my laptop. Like the night before, he walked into my room with only a towel on. He moved over to his bag of clothes, picked it up, and plopped it down on his bed. Then he flung the towel aside. Oh, what a beautiful sight! The hair on his body was so light it looked like he was shaved and trimmed all over. His cock was absurdly huge, filled with juicy veins, curved like an elephant trunk, and resembled a ripe banana, skinny on the ends and fat in the middle. He was also cut with a pale pink head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Furthermore, I caught a glimpse of his ass, but there wasn't much there, but a little, fuzzy crack and tiny, pink pimples. He looked at me staring at him. "You like that big ass fucking cock?" he asked, grabbing and shaking it. I played it cool by calmly looking back at my computer. He rummaged through the bag, found some briefs, and slipped them on. They looked too small on him, but accentuated that gorgeous monster. Once again, I continued with my homework, as he played with his phone. At one point, he put on a headset to listen to something on his phone. After an hour, we were both asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night with him slapping his cock against my face. Surprisingly, I wasn't that shocked or nervous, probably because I was caught off guard. "Suck it, you little faggot," he whispered. I opened my mouth, and he shoved it in. I then tried to bob on it, but it was too big. In fact, it was so big that it couldn't get fully hard. "Yeah, I knew you loved the cock." After seconds of sucking it, my mouth was so watery I was dripping all over my chin. "Deep throat it." He shoved it in deep, as I started gagging. "Watch them teeth." His cock was getting a little harder, and I could feel my puke coming up. Just then, I tried to pull away, but he grabbed me by the hair. He then held me there until I bolted away, spitting everywhere. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Ferociously, he then began jacking off and rubbing his balls against my face, as I started licking them. The hairs on his balls were so prickly they left scratches on my chin. I soon also noticed the taste of cigarettes on my breath. "Oh, yeah, I'm going to cum." He grabbed my hair and yanked me back, popping my neck. He seemed to shove his cock pass my teeth and into my mouth and filled it with so much cum that it was spilling out the sides. I had to swallow his cum in four gulps to get it all the way down. It was warm, thick, smelly, and bitter, like I had just been force fed a bottle of rotten, heated mayonnaise. He bolted away to his bed. I was left with a burning pain in my jaw and bright stars in my head. I touched my bare chest and found it soaked with various fluids, which smelled like shit. I then noticed my music had been turned up this whole time. Moments later, I also noticed a painful tenderness in the back of my throat, like it had been completely bruised. My mouth and jaw were in pain for days, and I found it difficult to eat some foods. My mom had even noticed and threatened to take me to the dentist. She figured I had another cavity from eating too much junk at school. After the pain subsided, though, I started sucking Nick off regularly. He was always very verbal, usually calling me a whore, faggot, and bitch. He also liked to grabbed my hair and choke me on his cock. I liked that, too. After weeks of that, he started having me rub and lick his asshole, too. His asshole was slightly purple and puckered up, which I thought was weird for an anal virgin. For the most part, though, he was clean, so I didn't mind doing it. Soon I got good at sucking him. I was even able to deep throat him after a while. I usually had to do this with my ass near his head. However, it didn't matter because he was always lost in the moment, with his eyes closed. Then, one day, something weird happened. I was busy sucking him when I suddenly felt my shorts go down, exposing my ass. He had only ever seen me shirtless, and even then he didn't pay attention, so this was uncharted territory. Within seconds, I felt his finger enter my asshole. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I definitely didn't like it. However, I had little straight boys finger me as I sucked them off before, so I wasn't too shocked. Minutes later, though, he was fingering me so hard it was beginning to hurt. I tried to ignore it, especially since he was close to cumming anyways. However, he soon added another finger and started getting into it. "Goddamn, that hole is tight," he panted like a dog in heat. Abruptly, he sat up and yanked my shorts off, getting them momentarily stuck on my sneakers. Then he grabbed me hard and flung me down on my stomach. He yanked my legs wide open and jumped on top of me. Grunting and sniveling like a pig, he began to dry hump me. At one point, he spread my ass open and rubbed his cock against it. He left so much precum I could feel it dripping off my balls. He lied back down on me and continued to dry hump. His face was inches near mine, and soon he grabbed it and rammed his tongue down my mouth. We french kissed furiously until he jolted, groaned, and writhed, spilling his warm seed all over my asshole. He just lied there for a few seconds and tried to catch his breath. Then he sat up slowly, sluggishly. "I'm not a faggot," he muttered, sounding defeated. He got up and lumbered towards the shower. With cum dripping between my legs, I took off the rest of my clothes and went to the bathroom, too. I pissed and then peeked into the shower. "Can I get in?" I asked. "Doesn't matter," he mumbled, still being a sourpuss. I got in and started to wash off with him. He glanced at my cock and then looked at the wall. "I'm not a fucking fag," he reiterated. "I know." For the rest of that week, he avoided me like me the plague. He couldn't even look at me. After two weeks, though, I was back to sucking him, but he definitely didn't try to touch me again. I also noticed all the crazy talk was gone and he just wasn't into it anymore. Furthermore, I noticed an odd tenderness in his everyday interactions with me. It made me think that maybe he had a heart after all. By this point, he had lived with us for a little over two months, and he was a few months shy of his eighteenth birthday. Even though he was now getting along with my mom, he wanted to move out when he was eighteen to live with a girlfriend and her mom, who were probably junkies. One day, I was sucking him off in bed when I heard, "You sure are a good, little whore." "I haven't heard that in a while," I responded and went back to sucking. "I want to sell that mouth." "Okay, that was totally random." "I'm serious. I want to pimp it out." "I'm not going to be sucking on some old cock." "They don't have to be old." "Forget it. It's never going to happen." "We'll see about that." "You're crazy." He just gave me this knowing smirk. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. There was no way I was ever going to suck cock for money...or was there? To be continued...