Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 18:57:16 -0400 (EDT)
From: bob <bobgunn@aol.com>
Subject: chapter 4, he hollared but camron didnt pay

He Hollered, but Camron did not Pay
Chapter 4
Written by Jonah Gunn
All Rights Reserved

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I am behind on sending out the inside information that I need to send about
Cam. Its been difficult to keep track of everybody that has sent their fag
tax contribution. I have my brother Terry now tracking all of the names
with email addresses and contribution amounts. I will make sure that those
that made the largest contributions get the inside info first, and the most
info. I cannot guarantee that everybody will get the same amount of info,
as its only fair that those fags and masters that contribute larger amounts
get it first and the most.


OK. Here's where I left off. My new faggot had just learned how to swallow
my load. My parents were due home at any minute, and I was standing in my
living room, with my neighbor brian kneeling at my feet, cum dripping from
the corners of his mouth, and my brother Terry standing in the front
doorway, with the door open.

Now Terry was the same age as Cam. Two years older than me. They knew each
other but didn't hang out. You see Terry is NOT an alpha male at all. He
does not work out, does not play sports and does not have a cock. He's one
of those guys that only has a pee pee. No self-confidence, and not much in
the way of 'having a set' if you know what I mean. Cam and I, on the other
hand, both played sports, worked out and had 'balls' bigger than brains.

So there he was, standing in the doorway, just starring at my 9" cock
dripping with siliva, wagging in front of brains face. Dumbfounded, he just
looked at me with a blank stare, until I told him to come in and close the
door, which he did. Brian was in total shock. Now not only did I know he
was a fag, but Terry did as well. He was beside himself. He tried to get
up, but you already know that I wasn't about to let that happen. Not until
Terry got a good eyeful, and the fag brian was totally humiliated. So I
pushed on his shoulders and made the stupid cocksucker kneel right where he
was. Terry just continued to stare.

Thirty seconds later, he gives me his "big brother" tone of voice and says,
"what the hell is going on here"? Like I'm gonna be intimidated by this
wimp of an older brother. Up to this point I had never felt the need to
gloat my superiority over him. He was after all, my big brother. But there
was no way I was going to allow him to use that tone with me in front of my
new faggot. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to anyway?

Now, like I said, I knew my parents were due home within minutes, so I
couldn't just reach out and slap the stupid fuck. His face would be all red
and we would have some explaining to do. So I simply walked over to him,
grabbed him by his hair with my left hand, yanked his face in close to me,
and spit right into his face. I was considerably stronger, so there was
nothing he could do. I told him to go upstairs to his room, and I would
deal with him as soon as I finished with fag brian. The cunt didn't know
what to do. If he went upstairs he would be admitting that I was the one in
charge. If he stayed, he would have to offer some resistance, and no doubt
get his ass kicked. He turned and walked down the hallway to the staircase
and disappeared out of sight.

Another bingo moment.

Returning my focus now to my new favorite cocksucker, I was reminded about
the urgency to get him off of his knees' by he car door slamming in the
driveway. I told him to get up and wipe his mouth, which he did. It was not
unusual for brian to be over my house after school, as we were together
often, so his being in the house would not be a problem. Kneeling on the
floor with my cum oozing out of his lips would be considerably more
difficult to explain.

As my parents entered the house, subfagboy brian made his exit, exchanging
pleasantries with my parents. I just said "later" as he departed. Mom asked
me how my day was, as was her custom. I told her it had been great so far
and I was looking forward to making it even better. She had no idea that it
meant I was about to initiate her first born into my faggot circle. She
said, "Thats wonderful Jonah. Go upstairs and get ready for dinner. It will
be ready in half an hour or so.". So off I went, upstairs to begin my older
brothers training. Poor fuck, had no idea what was about to happen.

I opened the door to Terry's room. He was still in his school clothes,
sitting at his desk, doing homework I guess. He looked up at me and asked
why I had spit in his face when we were downstairs. I told him that if I
wanted to spit in his face, I would. In fact no matter what I wanted to do
from now on I was gonna do. I told him that he had no business trying to
play big brother in front of fag brian.

He asked why brian was kneeling in front of me and why I had my cock
out. (not very smart either as well as not being athletic). I told him that
brian was a faggot and that I had made him suck my cock, and swallow my
cum. He started to figgit in his seat, shifting his weight back and forth,
as I told him the story about brian rubbing my leg and me shooting cum all
over his face. It was at that moment that I realized that he was throwing a
boner (such that it was with that little pee pee). My brother was getting
off on listening to how I broke in my first faggot. I walked a little
closer to where he was sitting just to see if he really was getting a
hardon.

He pushed his chair a little father under his desk so I wouldn't be able to
see his crotch.

The closer I got, the more nervous he seemed to get. I was still telling
him about my faggot, him listening intently. As I got right up near his
desk, his gaze snaked downward toward my crotch, then back up to meet my
eyes. I stood there. He again diverted his eyes down to my crotch, which
had now realized that it was going to get serviced again, for the second
time in an hour. My snake began to expand and as it did, so did my brothers
eyes. His pupils got as wide as I've ever seen them. He kept looking at me
in the eyes and then back down to check out my junk.

I knew we only had about 20 minutes left before dinner and now, I
definately needed to get off again. So I didn't have much time to 'break
terry in' so to speak. I reached down and grabbed my 9 incher through my
pants. I said" this what you want bro"? He said, "no, I'm not a faggot like
brian". All I could do was laugh in his face. The tears started to form in
his eyes. Again, if it had not been for the fact that we both had to face
our parents in minutes, I would have slapped him silly. So I just grabbed
his hair again, and pulled him off his chair onto his knees. He looked so
pathetic. My older brother was about to suck my cock. I wasn't sure if I
was breaking him in for the first time ever that he had a cock in his mouth
or if the faggot had sucked cock before.  At this point it didn't matter. I
told him to unzip my zipper. He looked up at me and said, "I don't want to
do this". There was a moment where I almost felt sorry for him. No I can't
lie to you. I never felt sorry for the asshole. He's a faggot. Not his
fault I guess, he was born that way. But he was gonna suck my cock, and I
only had about 15 minutes to get it done.

I reached over and grabbed his hair again and pulled his face into my
crotch. He offered a little resistance, which was overcome by my
strength. I held his head there while I told him to smell what a real man
smelt like. I moved his head back away from my crotch so he could get
access to my zipper. Again I told him to unzip me. He did nothing but look
up at me. Oh how I wished that I had more time. This was a perfect
opportunity to slap the mother fucker silly, but I had no time. I pulled on
his hair a little tighter, and spat in his face again. I said, "PULL DOWN
MY ZIPPER". Resolved to the inevitable, he reached up and started to unzip
my pants. As he did my rock hard cock plopped out and struck him in the
chin. I said, "look fagboy, we only have 15 minutes, and I am going to cum
before we go downstairs, one way or the other. Open your fucking mouth and
put my cock in"

I was as surprised as he was, when he opened his mouth and I leaned forward
to get 3 inches of my cock into its new warm wet home. I stopped to allow
him the opportunity to realize the enormity of the situation, but I didn't
have much time. I held his head and started to thrust back and forth, each
time pushing just a little deeper into my fag-sub-bro's hot mouth. Today
was not going to be the day I would teach him how I liked to get my cock
sucked. No time. Today was just a warm wet place for me to dump my
load. And dump it I did. I held his head tightly, and I shot volley after
volley into his unwilling mouth. Try as he might to un-attach himself from
my tool, I held his mouth there to accept my load. He was sputtering and
spiting, trying not to swallow. I pushed deeper, making sure that at least
some got over his tongue so he could taste it and some made its way into
his belly.

As I finished my climax, I heard mom yell for us that dinner was
ready. Again, I did not have time to properly teach my new sub-fag-bro how
to clean my cock after service. I held his head while I wiped the last of
my juices off onto his face. I squeezed out the last remains of my jizz
onto his lips. He wiped it off immediately with his forearm. As he did, I
told him that he would be sorry for doing that, and told him to go clean up
and get presentable for dinner. I said, better wash out your mouth to
faggot so mom doesn't smell my cum on your breath. All the fag could do at
this point was look at me and cry. I hope mom wasn't going to notice his
bloodshot eyes at dinner. Oh well, the fagbro would have to come up with
some story to tell her.

Next chapter deals with both of my fags and I on a camping trip. You won't
want to miss it. Remember, generous and repeat contributors get the story
first, even before Nifty?.



One guy sent me $1. Yes ONE FUCKING DOLLAR. And it wasn't even in US
currency. Now I'm not gonna tell you how much to send, you can make that
decision by deciding how much pleasure you are getting from reading the
stories, and how much access you want to the private information that I
send to real contributors. You will get tons of pleasure reading about
Camron, but only if you make your real contribution. For those that have
already contributed, be patient. Cam inside facts are coming. They will get
distributed in order of largest contributions first. To insure quicker
delivery, increase your fag tax, and/or make an additional deposit.

Start sending at least half of your fag tax to me directly to Pay Pal to
gunn012345@aol.com account.  Camron has now refused to give me any more of
the fag taxes that he currently gets. You know what, fuck him. Start
sending me all of the fag tax money that you used to send to him. He wasn't
earning it in the first place. Contributions to my pay pal account need to
be in US dollars.

He told me that he is writing another story to convince you that this is
all untrue, so he can keep all the money. Well stay tuned, as I have some
juicy news to share about Camron that you won't want to miss. Everyone that
sends their real contributions to me will receive advance notice of the
stories, and some personal information that will not be published on Nifty,
so stop doing whatever it is that you are doing, go to pay pal, and send in
that donation today

You Alpha types too should send in a contribution too, both to my pay pal
account and also to Nifty. Where could you find quality entertainment so
inexpensive . Plus you'll want to know what happens to Camron, the "all
American stud", details of which will only be released to contributors.

Master Jonah