Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:10:36 -0400
From: Speed Best <johnnydangerboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandons Story Part 1

Jason was my moms third boyfriend since my dad went to jail. My mom just
brought him home one night and he kind of just never left. I mean he left
constantly but he was never really gone. The first time I saw him was in
the morning sitting in his boxers and baseball cap eating my fruity pebbles
out of my bowl. I was instantly annoyed. It was like every guy mom mom ever
met was the same irritating jerk, just with a different name.  Her type was
clear; if you wore a stud in your ear, and a ring in your eyebrow, a post
in your tongue, dressed like you were black and were iffie on getting your
GED, you were probably her type. They were never ugly. Thats was the worst
thing about it! I mean I'm 12 years old and gay, it's like being one of
those 300 lb toddlers in a cage in the middle of a bakery. And so here was
Jason. 19 years old totally ripped and tattooed just sitting there slurping
on my spoon and watching Sponge Bob on my flat-screen.

"Your in my chair." I said as I stomped into the room in my shorts and t
shirt.

"Chill out little bro, come watch this show. It's fuckin hilarious."

"Chill out? how can I do that when I don't have any cereal left and you're
in my chair? and I'm not your little bro" I shouted.

"Sorry kid, damn. heres you're chair" he said standing up. I looked up at
him towering over me. His chest was broad and he had an arching tattoo over
his pecs that said Live Free. I kind of just stood there awkwardly staring
at him in silence until my mom walked in pony tail bouncing all dressed for
work.

"I gotta go guys, I'm opening the store this morning" she said. My mother
worked in the mall as a manager of an athletic shoe store. She met most of
the hot losers she slept with there and was constantly involved in mall
drama. My mother made me ill sometimes.

"So your leaving me alone with a guy, and you haven't even introduced
us. Thats awesome mom"

"Why do you always have to be so nasty? I'm sorry! God! This is Jason" my
mom said gesturing to the hot guy standing there in boxers,"Jason this is
Brandon. Now you boys behave. I'll be back at like 6" she said, and then
she was gone. I looked up at Jason and he said, "I'm going to take a
shower"

"Don't use all of the hot water! I said as the door to my mothers bedroom
slammed shut".

We lived in an decent apartment in a trashy neighborhood that my mother
afforded from money that she practically stole from my dad and what she
referred to as our nest egg. My dad dealt pot and was pretty decent at it
so there wasn't really a lot we lived without. It was a pretty devastating
point in my life when my dad was locked up. I was ten and was as intensely
obsessed with him as my mom was. He was incredibly hot, tall lanky but very
muscled, dark hair like me and was tattooed from his neck down. While she
was jealous constant cheating on his part, I was jealous of the attention
that he gave my mom...and the whores, but it wasn't days after his
sentencing that my mom was spreading her thighs for ever sexy guy she could
find.. I fiercely loved and hated her and made it my personal mission to be
a better her than she was. To her advantage, she was beautiful and had some
serious tits and ass. I on the other hand was like 5'1" and skinny runt of
a boy. I was cute in my own opinion. I had recently decided that skater/emo
was the style I wanted to sport and skinny jeans really worked for me. I
had been letting my hair grow out for a year now and it kinda just hung in
my face. I guess I was just your typical brown hair blue eyed American kid
in the throes of teen angst, but I would find a way to get hot guys to like
me if it killed me.

Jason was my moms sixth boyfriend since my dad went to jail. She had been
dating him for about two months, so it seemed to really be sticking. He
really wasn't that bad, actually he was really funny and treated my more
like a friend or a little brother. I began to look up to him almost
instantly. We would laugh and play around on the floor and spend my moms
money on pizza while she worked. This had become a regular pass-time as I
had been spending a lot of my free time with him. I didn't really have a
lot of friends due to my general angst over being gay and my terrible
social skills. Most people thought I was rude, stuck up and kind of a gay
jerk, which I guess I was, but I got along with Jason. My mothers abrasive
personality must have rubbed off and maybe a little of her charm too.

One day my mom came home and Jason and I were sitting there watching Sin
City. She told us that my great aunt who usually watches me, and by watches
me I mean Judge Judy and SVU, came down with the flu. This was a huge
problem because my mom was leaving that night to help open a store in
another city. My mom did the only thing a selfish and careless mother would
do and left me with her unemployed drug dealing boyfriend and she was going
to be gone for a weekugh I was annoyed, I was definitely not complaining
this time. Jason was everything I loved about guys. He always hung around
in his saggy basketball shorts and sleeveless tees smoking weed and
laughing at funny shit on the TV. Now I was going to be able to spend an
entire weekend with him and no one else.

Right after my mom walked out the door Jason turned and looked at me and
said "wanna get high?"

I smiled and ran right over to him and jumped on him. He laughed and
wrestled me to the ground pinning me on the floor. I just lated there
looking up at him, desire written all over my face. He looked at me for a
second, let me up and said, "grab the bong".

We sat around for quite a while talking and laughing. Jason periodically
asked me questions about girls at school. I tried to change the subject as
quickly as possible for fear of a negative reaction to my gay
feelings. After a while I began to fall asleep against Jason. Without a
word he picked me up and carried me to my room. As he carried me, I could
have sworn I felt his hand not only groping my ass, but I thought I felt
his finger touching my hole through my shorts. I was so out of it though
that I didn't even respond to the feeling.

That night I woke up to a familiar and infuriating sound. It was the sound
of a woman moaning, and the thwap thwap thwap I associated with Jason
fucking my mom, only my mom wasn't home yet. Fury consumed me. How could he
do this?!

I stormed out of my room and into the living only to be confronted with the
sight of Jason pounding his cock while watching porn on the computer. He
looked up at me with a look of shock on his face, immediately trying to
both cover himself and close the laptop.

"Shit, buddy, I'm sorry!" he said," I got a little carried away with the
volume."

"What are you doing?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Jackin off dude" he said as he stood up to pull up his shorts. I didn't
blink as I watched what must have been the biggest cock in reality(at least
in my boy eyes) slip out of view behind the flimsy material which now
tented out in front of him. I had my own tent going, but I didn't even
notice.

"Haven't you ever jacked off before?" he asked. I looked shyly at the
floor, not knowing what to say. Here was my constant masturbation fantasy
asking me if I masturbated! what do you say to that?

"Haha, you don't have to be shy about it. It's OK, all guys do it. You ever
seen a porno?" he asked. Truthfully I had, but my adolescent guilt told me
to lie.

"No." I replied.

"What!? Thats a shame bro, where else are you going to learn things at your
age? Go grab us some beers real quick and I'll show you some good sites to
look at. You're already hard, you might as well take care of that" I looked
down and saw my bone sticking straight out and felt overwhelmingly
embarrassed. As I walked to the fridge I realized that I might be able to
see Jason's cock again, and the thought sent butterflies through my
stomach. I was only twelve and had never had any type of sexual
experience. This would be the first time I ever really got to talk to
anyone about sex, but I didn't really feel like I could come clean to Jason
about my gay feelings. I certainly didn't want him to freak out. I just
resigned my self to let whatever happens happen.

I walked over and handed him his beer and he opened the laptop back up and
set it on the arm-rest of the couch and I sat on the other side of
him. "there are a bunch of awesome sites that categorize free videos that
most stupid people pay for", he said "my favorite has videos for this site
that has some pretty nasty stuff. I'm a big fan of anal and thats their
specialty so its the one I go for the most" he said as he typed anal into
the search box. Immediately the sight pulled up a page with a bunch of
thumbnails showing pink gaping assholes and giant cocks threatening to
invade. I was boned up harder than I ever had been before. He clicked on a
video made by a company called Brazzers.  The video that pulled up started
with a woman talking about her self to a man off camera as she played
around with her huge boobs and pussy.

"Man this shit is so good." Jason said as he played with himself through
his shorts. My eyes constantly darted to his rapidly tenting shorts. As the
video went on Jason explained what he liked best about the girl and what
his favorite things to do on a girl were. The beer really got to me rather
quickly, as did the weed we began to smoke and I became more relaxed and
tried to ignore the fact that I wanted to see Jason's cock. Soon a bald,
very sexy man came on and began to grope the girls tits and play with her
pussy, before laying her back and licking her wet bald cunt. The guy was
really sexy and reminded me of my dad for some reason.

"yeah, thats the shit right there" Jason said, still fondling himself. "I
love eating pussy and ass. This dudes crazy. He fucks bitches like it's his
last time every time."

"did you just say you like to eat ass? thats sick!" I asked, not believing
what he had just said, but before he could respond the dude on the screen
began to shove his tongue right up the girls asshole. I was amazed.

"yeah dude, if its clean. you can't do anal if you aren't willing to put in
the work" he said, like he was an expert. Just then the man stood up and
the girl reached for his zipper. She pulled it open and out popped one of
the biggest dick I had ever seen, next to Jason's of course.

"Whoa, look at that dick!" I said, leaning over Jason's lap to see the
screen better. I could feel his dick poking me in the chest. I was happy
that he didn't move and I made no attempt to sit back.

"Yeah, these dudes all have big ones. I like it because it makes it easier
to imagine its my big rod their suckin" he said with a wink. I don't know
what came over me but I asked him. "how big is your dick?"

"Just under nine" he replied giving me a questioning look.

"wow, thats crazy!" i said " I thought it looked huge"

"Well, well, well, were you checking out my goods you little homo?" he said
with a laugh. I sat there quietly embarrassed.

"Its OK bro, all guys check out the competition, don't be embarrassed" he
said putting an arm around me. "I need to jerk off." he said looking back
at the screen. A look of disappointment washed over my face. Clearly this
was the end of the road for our little sex ed course.

"Oh, I guess I'll go to my room then" I said.

"Haha, you don't have to go anywhere. I was kinda getting the feeling that
you wanted to see my dick anyway." he said with a wink. I was stunned. I
didn't know what to say.

"What makes you think I want to see your dick." I said punching him in the
arm, trying to play it off.

"cuz you've been staring at it all night." he said. "So are you gay or
something?"

"I don't know." I said, looking away.

"It's OK if you are. I don't give a shit. If it makes you feel better I let
this kid my brothers been butt fucking blow me one time. It was pretty
good."

"Wait. You let a guy blow you?"

"yeah, I was horny and me and a bunch of my buddies were all drunk and my
brother told us this fag, oops my bad I mean gay dude, would come over and
blow us. He wasn't like you. He was real girly. We all just sat around and
took our turns. That kid was a pro though. There wasn't one small dick in
the room and he took them all like a champ, even Jamal, and his dick is a
python."

"Wow, what a lucky guy." I said, "You're the first guy I've ever even seen
with his pants off."

"Haha, lucky guy, what you want me to set up a gang bang for you kid?"

"ha, no I mean he's lucky he gets to...do it, know what it is and what it
feels like"

"you'll get there dude, you're like what, 12?"

"yeah"

"well, I mean I'm not gonna lie, I had tons of bitches wanting to suck my
dick when I was 12, but lots of kids aren't that young their first time"

"Well I'm not lot's of kids. I feel older, and I'm just dying to do
something, anything." I said. At this point I was just openly staring at
his cock. I couldn't help it.

"OK, damn, get off my dick. Haha. Just watch the porn." he said.

we both kind of just sat there for a bit in uncomfortable silence. I felt
humiliated and stupid. How could I have been so obvious? Now Jasons totally
uncomfortable..

"Do you want to touch it a little, or something. I mean, just to like see
what one feels like, I guess." he said, in almost a whisper.

I sat there for what seemed like forever. The sounds of the words echoing
through my head.

"um, sure" I said meekly.

I reached a tentative hand over to his lap and kind of just ran my hand
over the length of it. It felt smooth and warm. I closed my hand around it
and couldn't believe the firmness of it. It didn't feel like my own it was
like a weapon, heavy and thick, It felt silly for a hand as small as mine
to be stroking one this big. I ran my hand over his pubes and on to his
flat stomach, tracing a tribal tattoo there and back down to his cock. He
placed his hand over mine and began to move my hand up and down sort of
rotating my wrist sayin in a half moan, "like this". I was mesmerized. He
began to jack himself off with my hand, my left hand making it's triumphant
debut on my own small prick. The porn was gone, fuck the room was gone, it
was just me and Jason moaning louder and louder and then..SPLAT. It was
everywhere; all over my face and chest, all over my hands. Jason was
breathing so hard and I just sat there dick in hand so stunned at having my
first sexual experience with someone else that I almost didn't cum my
self. Immediately and almost instinctively I grabbed my dick my slimy right
hand and pounded my dick like a maniac until I too was laying back against
the couch out of breath, sweat beading on my forehead. We sat there for a
few more minutes just catching our breath when Jason said "Wow."

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