Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 21:53:44 -0700 From: L B Subject: My brother Made Me 4 WOW!!!! What a response to the last chapter. Thank you to all who voted and responded, I was and am truly overwhelmed. Because of the over three hundred votes, I decided to combine the top two choices. I know it's been a LONG LONG LONG time since I've posted, however, I've had to rewrite this chapter a couple of times and life seems to keep me busy. Enough bullshit, I hope you enjoy the first part of this chapter, it was the most enjoyable to write so far! Enjoy! My brother made me Part 4(a) Mntdewlove69@hotmail.com ... a clean looking Dylan made his way back into the living room. "Hey D, who was that on the phone?" Derek asked. "Oh it was some... excellent news for us, but I'm not too sure my little bro' will enjoy this." Before Dylan continued to talk he walked over to where Mark and I were leaning up against the couch. Cum still caked on Mark's face and chest. I'm absolutely positive Dylan made sure he was directly in front of me so he could see the expression upon my face, and this made my stomach drop. I'm not quite sure why I felt this way, I mean what more could my asshole of a brother do. "While YOU TWO were busy fucking my faggot of a little brother, my parents called to tell `us' that they will be staying an extra day. And Mom told me I needed to help you `study' for your math test. As if you really needed help in the first place." Dylan's voice sounded upset, with a little hint of jealousy as he started to turn around as though he was going to leave. I can honestly say that this news really didn't bother me at all. Just then my brother turned around with a "shit eating grin" upon his face. "Oh yeah I almost forgot, how stupid of me. Just before I got off the phone with Mom and Dad, the other line beeped in and just Landon's luck... it was none other than my good old pals Max and Adam. They asked what I was up to, and I told them nothing too special, just fucking around with my TWO best friends (giving both Derek and Mark a nasty glare). I told them if they could, they should try and get some beer and stop by because I would have a nice little surprise for them. They kept begging me to tell them what kinda of surprise, but instead I just told them that their cocks would thank me." And with a wink, my brother turned and headed into the kitchen, as my heart began to pound; however, just before he reached the kitchen, he turned back around and said, "By the way Landon, get your ass upstairs and clean up. I don't think my friends will enjoy themselves if you look like a used and abused Paris Hilton." That last little comment made both Mark and Derek smirk as they began to get up, both asked if they could use the shower downstairs in the guest room. As my brother replied, I again couldn't help but notice the hint of jealousy with which he answered. Was my high almighty baseball-playing brother actually jealous of me, but before I could completely unravel the situation...WHACK! I hadn't moved since Dylan told me to go upstairs and clean off, which apparently pissed him off as his open handed blow to the back of my head got my attention. "FUCK HEAD! NOW WOULD BE GREAT!" "Alright... fine, fucking take it easy... jealous!" Once the "j" began to form upon my lips I knew I shouldn't continue, however, a part of me also knew I was right. But boy did I regret it once I finished with the "ous" part. The look in my brother's eyes took me back to the day where it all started. Flashes filled my mind: Dylan dragging me into his room; the grinding of his crotch into my face; his cock pummeling my throat; and finally the unloading of his boy juice. Once the flashes had stopped, it was then that I realized I was face down eating carpet. With my brother's knee pressed painstakingly in the middle of my back. "Jealous... jealous... are you fucking retarded! Why on earth would I be jealous of a cock sucking little queer like you?" "I don't know, why are you!" This time Dylan didn't bother to respond, he simply laughed and pulled me off the carpet, forcing me upstairs. With his grip firmly on the back of my neck, Dylan led me into our bathroom. Standing there nude in front of the mirror allowed me to comprehend the severity of the situation I was in. I thought Dylan was going to kick my ass, but I think the look in my eyes told him I finally understood. However, this didn't stop him from being an asshole. "Listen cocksucker, get yourself nice and fucking clean. When you're finished, come downstairs in nothing but a pair of shorts. Once Max and Adam get here with the beer, you'll be our little beer wench and anything else we want (winking). I'm only going to say this once, so you better fucking listen. If you EVEN ONCE hesitate, waver, or refuse anything we ask or demand... well let's just say... me taking your cherry earlier won't be the most painful thing you've ever experienced." As I looked down, the only thing I could muster was an "OK." With a hard slap to my ass, my brother strolled out of the bathroom and back downstairs. I couldn't believe it, here I am again back in another horrible situation. I swear I feel like all those stupid bimbos in horror movies who call out `Is anyone there?' when they know damn well the killer is in the house just waiting to slice their idiotic self into tiny little pieces. Fuck I'm screwed. However, unlike those bimbos, I'm not about to take this lying down. (Well I'm sure I will, but not the point.) So I hopped in the shower and started to clean up while I began to master my plan. It's true, I really can't do anything about my situation, but I guess I can make the best out of it. I mean, I don't really mind sucking cock, and the ass pounding I received from Mark and Derek... was rather enjoyable once I got accustomed to having a cock in my ass. And besides it would probably piss Dylan off again to see me enjoy myself. And with all the beer I'm sure everyone will be getting drunk, and as for Dylan... well he'll get what's coming to him. I was finishing up in the shower when I heard the doorbell ring, and the loud voices from my brother and his friends. Knowing that Dylan had already laid down the `law' for me, I didn't really want to start off in the doghouse, so I quickly got out of the shower, dried off, and put on a pair of red Nike basketball shorts. As I was making my way downstairs, butterflies began to creep into my stomach. Not the nervous ones, but the ones when you're all excited about something knew. That's when it dawned on me; I didn't have a clue who Max and Adam were. I was thinking maybe they would assume my brother was a complete freak and asshole and just leave. Maybe even kick his ass (a little brother can wish), but there was also a part of me that was hoping they would want to `use' me like the other three have been. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I heard one of the new boys ask, "So, where is this... something our cocks would thank you for... thing anyways." As the words were leaving his mouth, mine almost hit the floor. There standing in my living room dressed in a pair of camouflage cargo shorts, with a black muscle shirt was the 6'3'' 190 pounds or so, blond hair, blue eyed quarterback of the football team. For some reason, when Dylan said Adam, it never once crossed my mind that it would be Adam `fucking stud' Wright. At that moment I think drool was actually dripping from my chin. Standing beside Adam was this fucking huge tree trunk of a motherfucker, Max. Max Jacobs had to be the tallest and biggest guy I've ever seen, he stood roughly 6'5'' and had to weigh over 300 pounds (wouldn't say fat, let's just say meaty) and for a big guy, he was rather cute with his shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. No wonder Adam hardly gets sacked during games, especially when you have someone like Max blocking for your ass. My brother turned and looked at me, and must have noticed the drool, "Landon... LANDON! QUEER BOY! Go grab a cooler from the garage so we have something to put this beer in." As everyone laughed, I finally came out of my little trance and headed for the garage, as I heard my brother telling Max and Adam to relax, that they had all night. "All night... all night my ass!" With the cooler in hand, I made my way back into the living room, where I noticed that they moved the furniture around to make way for the card table. While I was putting the beers in the cooler, everyone was sitting around the table arguing about something, everyone except Mark, who was rolling some dice on a sheet of paper titled "COCK-MAN," when I caught the very end of my brother saying he would prove something. "Landon get over here!" With my head down, I walked over to the table and stood there motionless, as my brother continued. "Landon, before we can start our game, Max and Adam don't believe me that you suck cock, so why don't you pull each one of their cocks out and give them a little taste." Knowing this was more of a demand than a request and without speaking I simply walked over to Max and knelt down, as he replied, "No fucking way!" I placed myself in between the two gigantic legs as my hands reached for the waistband of his yellow and green workout shorts. As I began to pull them down, I noticed that Max was going commando. This of course made it easier for me to reach my design destination. Lying limp off to the left amongst the hair was Max's cock, it looked so small on such an enormous guy. Keeping my hands on the waistband, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and placed his warm cock inside. Since I was only supposed to give him a taste, I bobbed up and down only a couple times; however, his cock started to harden against my tongue. At that moment I just wanted to continue to suck his cock, I wanted to see if he was a GROWer because it was evident he wasn't a SHOWer, and since I wasn't being forced to stop, I continue to suck. Just then I felt a WHACK against the back of my head. "Queer boy, I said only a fucking taste." As I began to pry myself off the cock in front of me, I looked at my brother who wasn't all that too happy with me. "Dylan, dude... let him finish... really I don't have a problem with that," laughed Max. But my brother was going to have none of that, as he told me to make my way over to Adam. Strangely or maybe not, Adam decided against it, he said I proved it by going down on Max, and that he could wait until the game started. Again the word game was said, and I was starting to get annoyed since I didn't know what "game" they were talking about. "Game? What fucking game?" "Oh yeah Dylan, Landon wasn't in here when you talked about the game," came the familiar voice of Derek. Before Dylan spoke, he grabbed the sheet of paper in front of Mark and replied, "Well little bro' let's just say it's a version of the drinking game we play called `3-Man,' instead we're calling it `Cock-Man.' Since you are the resident cocksucker, it should come as no surprise that you'll be on your knees for most of this game. Instead of reading the rules to you, the guys and I will start drinking while you look over them. We'll be back in 5." And with that everyone got up laughing, headed over to the cooler grabbing themselves a beer, and then went outside to the backyard. Before joining everyone else outside, Mark caught my eye and simply mouthed the word "Sorry." I wasn't really feeling all that nervous until Mark mouthed that simple word. As my heart began beating faster and faster inside my chest, I immediately began to scan the rules, and there outlined on a plain white sheet of paper stood my fate. Rules to "COCK-MAN" Goal: Last to blow their load is the first to fuck Landon Objective: Roll as many combinations with the # "3" before your turn is finished. The total # of combinations will result in the total # of minutes Landon will suck your cock. Double 3's equals 2 minutes. Drink when the following occurs: 1+6 Player to left of roller drinks 2+5 Player to left of roller drinks 3+4 Player to left of roller drinks 4+6 Social, everyone drinks 5+6 Player to right of roller drinks Any combination of doubles except for 3's passed to others to drink Turn ends with any of the following combinations: 1+4, 1+5, 2+4, 2+6, 4+5, Once I finished reading the rules, the last thing I noticed on the page was a stated that read: "I swear not to share the events of tonight with anyone." Followed by the signatures of Derek, Max, Adam, Mark, and my brother Dylan. I scanned the page a couple of times to make sure I wasn't missing anything, something that would make Mark so upset, and when I couldn't find anything I was relieved. I mean there was nothing in the rules that I hadn't already done with my brother, Mark, and Derek, so for the life of me I didn't understand why Mark had mouthed "sorry." In fact, I was kinda looking forward to the whole experience, especially getting to see Adam's meat. I started to think how I was going to play this game. I mean truth be told, I was actually in charge of the outcome no matter what my brother or anyone else thought. With the new skills I've been honing I was sure I could make anyone of these guys cum within less than 5 minutes, no doubt about it. Anyways rolling any combinations with the number three had the greatest odds, which I guess that is why my brother decided on this game. Maybe Dylan isn't such a moron after all, but then again, he failed to realize just how much I was going to enjoy this. Soon everyone was back inside and sitting around the table, and since I wasn't really playing, I had to sit on one of the bar stools off to the left. To my big disappointment I wasn't allowed to drink any of the beer. According to the tree trunk, beer isn't for queers. As much as I wanted to say fuck off, I thought better of it, which if you think about it was probably the smartest choice. Before the game could start everyone had to roll a single die in order to choose the order. I was soon faced with another disappointment; Adam had rolled the first three, which meant he would roll first. Even though I was excited about see this stud naked and hard, I was hoping he would be the last person. Once again everyone got up from the table, but this time to get in order (1st-Adam, 2nd-Mark, 3rd-Derek, 4th-Max, and last Dylan) and I being the beer wench, had to get everyone another beer. At exactly 7:35 pm the game officially started. I remember it because it took 20 minutes for the first `3' combination to be rolled. It happened the fourth time around and by Derek. High-fives were flying around; followed by hoots and hollers as Derek told me to get ready for some much needed cock. Derek's roll lasted a couple of minutes and he finished with a grand total of 7 minutes. Everyone's eyes were glued on me as I made my way over to Derek, who offered up a swig of his beer to moisten my mouth. I quickly down his beer afraid my brother wasn't going to approve. As I knelt between Derek's legs, I noticed that Dylan had a stopwatch in his hand. Apparently everyone wanted to make sure they got their fair share. Just as Derek had done before, he placed his hands around the back of his head, relaxed, and spoke, "Go on Lan, get my cock out and start sucking it. We all know you've been dying over there." As blood raced to my face I began to wonder if it was that obvious. Did I really have the look of a hungry cocksucker? Not really caring at that moment, I placed my fingers around the red and blue boxers forcing them down. It was then that I realized that everyone at the table except for Max and Adam were in a pair of shorts or boxers. I didn't really care because at that moment there staring back at me was a cock that my entire body had become all too familiar with. I grabbed Derek's limp cock and stroked it a couple of times before placing the head in my beer-quenched mouth. The taste of Lever 2000 filled my mouth, as it was evident that Derek had cleaned up his cock quite well from the events of earlier, as there were no hints that this cock had once been deep inside my hole. As Derek's cock began to harden even more and I began to pick up steam, the stopwatch beeped. The remaining four guys yelled, "STOP!" I reluctantly let the cock fall out of my mouth as Derek said, "Great as always Lan." Again, blood rushed to my face as I headed back over to my stool. For the next thirty minutes I gave another four blowjobs, but no one blew their load and not one was given to one of the newbies. Finally on Adam's seventh turn, he rolled a "3" combination; in fact, once Adam had finished, he had racked up the longest time, 15 minutes. My heart sank, for I knew with all the excitement going on there was no way Adam was going to last that long. Again I left my throne, and for the first time, I headed over towards Adam. Adam had this strange look upon his face, he looked terrified. As I began my descent into heaven, I noticed Adam's entire body was trembling. It was as if this was his very first sexual experience. Just as I placed my hands at the waist of his shorts, Adam jumped up. "I can't... I can't let you do this." "Dude, don't worry... Landon loves it," replied my brother, and for the first time ever I wanted to scream, "Yes I love it." "Yeah Adam... don't be such a pussy," shouted Max. "Fuck you... it's just... he's a guy... it's really gay." "Adam it's only gay if you're doing the sucking... besides a mouth is a mouth man," Derek piped in. I was glad that everyone was trying to convince Adam to let me blow him. "Well if Adam isn't going to take his 15 minutes of fun, I'll fucking take it!" yelled Max. "No... no... I'll let him do it... but don't be surprised if I don't get hard, guys." So, for the second time I began my trip towards the holy ground, this time nothing was going to stop me. I grabbed Adam's cargo shorts so violently; I thought he was going to fly off the chair. My motion didn't go undetected either. "Damn, Landon must really enjoy sucking cock, I think he might have ripped Adam's shorts," Max called out. Everyone just laughed, but I was in another world altogether and didn't care. At that moment the only thing I cared about was getting Adam's boyhood down my throat. With another quick tug, I tossed Adam's baby blue underwear to the side. There resting along side a very groomed pubic area, laid my desire. Adam's cock looked as every bit as tan as the rest of him. My mouth began to water. I grabbed his cock with my right hand and gently stroked it before placing it inside my wet mouth. The minute his cock touched my mouth, I heard someone say, "Time starts now." I knew this was going to be the quickest 15 minutes of my life, but I was determined to make it the best, not only for myself but for Adam as well. It wasn't very long before Adam's cock began to respond to my treatment. Once I took his now extremely hard 8-inch cock out of my mouth I couldn't resist but get in a little jab. "I thought you said you wouldn't be able to get hard?" "Well I guess I never met anyone who could suck dick like you." And with that, Adam grabbed my head; forcing me back onto the most beautiful cock I ever laid eyes on. Since this wasn't my first rodeo, I didn't miss a beat and continued to devour Adam's juicy love meat. Suddenly the sound of the timer went off; however, to my wonderful surprise no one told me to stop. Instead another surprise was unfolding behind me as I felt two enormous hands slap my ass as my shorts began being pulled off. "Pull his ass cheeks apart and get a look at that nice tight pink hole," Derek called out. Seconds later I felt a cool breeze against my pucker as my ass cheeks were spread apart. "Damn that's nice!" piped Max. "I think I need to tag that! Let's move this into the living room and really get this little game started!" Pulling his hard cock from my mouth with a "pop" Adam headed towards the living room, leaving me on all fours. Once the emptiness set in, I got to my feet and soon noticed that my brother was nowhere in sight. No wonder no one had stopped me when the timer went off. As I meandered my way back to the place I desired the most, it dawned on me that the "new" boys were just as eager as I was, and they couldn't wait to find out what would happen next... Hope you enjoyed the beginning to this chapter. The next part will follow within the next week. I promise!