Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2021 01:55:20 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From straight to bitch club - part 16

m/M, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).

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From straight to bitch club – part 16

`Has everyone ever sucked your cock? You have a cock, right?'

Miguel was smoking one of those smelly artisanal cigarettes that put my
stomach to the test. I couldn't understand how someone could enjoy that
shit. Every morning, he would spend at least twenty minutes rolling up
pieces of square paper with a mixture of herbs that he carefully grabbed
from different sealed plastic bags. Once done, he would put them into a
small wooden box that he kept nearby in case he felt like `relaxing.'

It was generally hot during that time of the year, and working under the
sun in the open field was a tough job even for someone young as him. He
should be eighteen or not even that. We were cousins but led such different
lives. At least, that's what I thought because I didn't know much about
him. I didn't know his secrets, his deepest desires, not even his
background. His mother was from South America, that's what I heard, and she
married my uncle. I also never understood why because apparently they hated
each other. The boy was sent to school, but he decided schools weren't for
him. Well, many kids feel the same, but Miguel made his point clear by
becoming a gangster. His attitude started to frighten my uncle who sent him
to work on my father's farm. If he didn't want to study, he'd better work,
and my cousin thought that a time on the ranch would make him good. I don't
know the details, but my mother always said my dad should be careful with
the guy. According to her, Miguel only came to the ranch because he was
running away from drug dealers who were after him. She didn't want to see
him working there. She also didn't want him hanging out with me under any
circumstance, but how could I pretend he didn't exist when my family went
to the ranch for a month during the summer holidays? It was just a matter
of time, and we were becoming friends.

`Asshole. I'll show you my cock, and make you suck it. What d'you say?' I
finished my sentence and spat on the ground as a good genuine cowboy
would. I wasn't a cowboy, of course, but I did like to pretend.

He scoffed. `Yeah, right. You?'

The sweat on my head ran down my forehead and got into my eyes that started
burning.

`Fuck,' I tried to clean my eyes with my t-shirt.

`You're such a fag.'

The warm breeze hit my face. The sound of the wheat moving with the wind
reminded me I wasn't in the city where I used to be the alpha male among my
peers at school. No, here I had to deal with Miguel and his BS.

`You think everyone's a fag,' I managed to say while I still dried my face.

`True that,' he laughed briefly. `Ok, I don't think you're a fag. Fags
can't have a body like yours.'

That was Miguel's limited expertise talking. I was proud of my body. The
one he should be watching now that I lifted my t-shirt while I rubbed my
face with it. The best part is that I didn't need to do much to get in
shape. It was natural to me. I was an athlete, but far from being the best
one. Everything was simply natural.

`You're such an expert in fags, ain't ya?' I finally looked back at him as
I dropped my t-shirt.

The breeze turned into a strong wind that forced me to hide my eyes with my
arms as dust spread violently around us.

`If not for your body, I'd say you're a fag,' Miguel almost yelled so he
could be louder than the wind.

I wish I could say he was a fag too, but, if his theory was right, he
wasn't a fag either. Miguel was tall and strong like the perfect stereotype
of the rural rude man. He wasn't working in the field that long. Probably
three or four months, but still, you could say his body was adapting to the
demands field work exert over one's muscles. His skin also darkened due to
the sun; the hands hard to the touch; the countless cuts on his skin that
were always being replaced by new ones.

`Shut up!' I also had to yell.

`Baby-face's a fag,' I heard. Did I get it right?

`What the fuck?'

When I could finally open my eyes, I found Miguel still smoking his
cigarette and Baby-face walking towards us through a narrow walking trail
that crossed the field. He was still far from us, so he couldn't hear our
conversation. He could, though, see the two of us staring at him.

`Is Baby-face a fag? How d'you know? He has a good body,' I commented. I
didn't believe a man's body was proof of his sexual orientation, but I was
following my cousin's rationale. I wanted to prove him wrong using his own
theory.

Miguel started smoking another cigarette before the one he had in his mouth
ended. He inhaled hard and spat again. He used to say the taste of a new
cigarette wasn't good.

`He's short,' he managed to answer before spitting again. `We're
tall. Also, the fag has a baby face. He didn't develop. It only happens
with fags. I bet he'd love to hop on my chica while I fucked him from
behind.'

Chica was his motorbike. I didn't understand why he needed to name his
bike. Who would do that?

`So, is that all you need to say if a guy is a fag or not?' I
insisted. `What if he isn't? I know I'm not.'

`He sucks cock. You smartass think that's enough proof?'

`Bullshit! Baby-face... sucks dick?'

Miguel grinned. `You city guys think you're smart. Going to college and
shit. You don't understand nothing of the real world.' He was speaking like
someone who's been living on the farm for his whole life. `Keep reading
books, using the internet...' He started talking in falsetto as if
mimicking a guy from the city. A guy like me. `I don't know about that, let
me google it... google that... let me go to the library." He spat again and
returned to his normal voice. `Full of shit. Books say nothing that I don't
already know. Life's the only teacher, you know?'

At this point, I didn't care for what he said. Was Baby-face a fag? Miguel
saw the shock on my face, and he grinned probably because he saw in our
talk the chance to prove to both of us that he was smarter than
me. Although I was the son of the ranch's owner, a teenager who was
studying hard to get to college, Miguel wanted to show he was superior to
me. Life had taught him stuff I'd never know because I chose the wrong
path.

`I don't believe you,' I insisted. `I doubt he's ever sucked cock.'

`I didn't say he's sucked cock. I said he sucks cock. It didn't happen yet,
but that's part of his nature. A dude may be young enough not to cum, but
he cums. But if you think Baby-face won't be a fag till he sucks a cock,
then I can make him do it.'

`You can't force him...' Suddenly, I imagined Miguel threatening Baby-face,
or maybe even hurting the guy.

`Why should I force him? Cocksuckers love sucking cocks. I told you. It's
part of their nature. All he needs is a little guidance.'

`You're full of bullshit, man.'

Honestly, I couldn't understand why I got into such a weird discussion with
my cousin. That conversation wouldn't take us anywhere. I guess the point
wasn't Baby-face and his sexuality. Miguel was trying to prove he was
smarter than me, and I was defending my own beliefs. Baby-face was simply
an object that we used as means to make our points.

`Whatever happens here, you don't open your mouth, understand?' He pointed
his finger at me in a way I thought he was provoking me.

`I don't want to be part of this. Whatever you're planning.'

`You be quiet, and the first cock he sucks is yours. Nice plan, uh? It will
take a few days though. These kinds of changes are forever, and they always
take a little time to take place. But I swear that before you know it,
he'll be sucking your dick like a whore. No, scrap that, way better than
any whore would.  You want that, don't you? If you do, shut up.' I never
stopped to think about how Miguel spoke of fags with such authority. It
seemed so natural, but I didn't suspect he liked to fuck men. I've heard
several stories where he fucked all chicks he came across, so why would he
fuck guys?

Miguel turned to Baby-face who was finally getting closer to
us. `Baby-face!' He yelled. `Rush'n come here, boy.'

`Not here to talk to you.' Baby-face yelled back. `I gotta message to...'

`Ya, ya, ya. Hey, you better watch your mouth when you talk to me or I'll
have a word with my uncle about you.'

I didn't know Miguel was using his connection with my father to threaten
our employees. I'm sure my dad would get upset if he knew that, but who
would tell him that? I could, but I didn't want to fight with my cousin. We
should live in different worlds, but my teenager's head was telling me I
should stick with Miguel and learn one thing or two with him.

Baby-face pouted and did shut up. I had to admit he looked different from
other guys my age. There was something about his face that mismatched the
well-built body that was carved after years of exhaustive work in the
ranch. He wasn't supposed to be working the land. My dad paid for his
studies as he did with all other minors that lived on the farm. But
Baby-face liked to help his father and, his father thought Baby-face's
future was like his own. My mother once said she wanted to send Baby-face
to study in another town, but his parents denied it. His mother didn't want
to live apart, and his father argued the boy wasn't prepared to deal with
the world yet. I think he never would.


It's admirable how some parents are so blind when it comes to protecting
their sons from reality. You can try your best to keep them under your
wings, but eventually, the reality knocks at your door, and the shock is
unavoidable. Delayable, yes, but unavoidable. In his case, the reality came
shaped as Miguel and, due to my silence, me.  `When you grow a beard, I'll
let you talk with us, alright?' Miguel laughed right before exhaling smoke
from his lungs.

Baby-face bit his lips but didn't utter a word. He couldn't deny the
truth. He didn't have a beard, not even a moustache. Nothing. His body was
also smooth like a reptile.

`Do you want some?' Miguel offered his cigarette to the boy who shrugged.

`Why do you offer? I'm tired of asking.'

I could only guess Baby-face had been begging Miguel to let him give
cigarettes a try, but my cousin would deny him the experience. I could even
understand Baby-face's rationale behind his intention. Someone who looked
so young wanted to smoke like an adult to prove his masculinity. Not only
that, as I studied Baby-face, I realized the way he looked at Miguel showed
some sort of devotion. His eyebrows faintly squeezed, his eyes turned to my
cousin's feet, the hands pressed against his crotch with the fingers
interlaced protectively.

 `You know your parents would kill ya if they knew you were smoking
joint. You can't hide this smell from them..' Miguel explained briefly as
if he's done this before. `But I've got an idea.'

That was enough to capture Baby-face's attention. In fact, I was listening
carefully too. I was curious as to how Miguel would do, but also because I
did want someone sucking my cock even if not a girl.

`I learned this trick after trying this technique with a bitch I fucked
last week.' Miguel continued. `She also wanted to give it a try, but didn't
want her parents to know, so I suggested a gunshot. Do you know what it is?
Course you don't. Here's the idea. I inhaled the smoke, then pressed my
lips against hers and blew the smoke into her mouth.'

`Ew.' Baby-face's first reaction was expected. `I'm not kissing you.'

`Who's talking about a kiss, asshole? Do you think I want to kiss someone
like you? For fuck's sake. You can't be that stupid.'

`So, what?' Baby-face yelled childishly, trying to stop Miguel from
insulting him.

`Come here.'

I don't know why, but Baby-face glanced at me before walking towards my
cousin. Was he afraid of me? Or he only wanted to know if I was looking?
Maybe he was wondering if I'd tell someone? I have no idea. But I think he
knew something was wrong with that plan.

`Take your t-shirt off.' Miguel ordered.

`Why?'

Miguel was impatient.

`So you know how to explain to your parents why your clothes smell like
this?' Miguel showed the joint to him. `If they come to me, I'll say you
stole it from me, got it?'

Baby-face had no reason to complain about Miguel's suggestion. He's been
shirtless before, and the suggestion was perfectly coherent. The boy took
off his t-shirt, and Miguel took it from his hand.

`Hey!'

Miguel threw the garment at me. I took it in the air and looked at Miguel
questioningly.

`Get rid of that. The smell of this stuff here travels far, and we don't
want Baby-face's clothes anywhere near the smoke, right?' He asked
Baby-face who nodded.

I motioned to put it behind me on the ground, but I was stopped by my
cousin's voice once again.

`Nah, put it farther away. Walk ten steps and place it on the ground over
there.'

He pointed at a random place, and I walked toward the direction he
suggested. I could only guess he knew what he was doing. I think Baby-face
and I were on the same page here.

When I returned to where I was, I met Miguel grabbing the Baby-face's right
hand and putting it over the boy's face.

`Pretend you're holding a hammer. Make an "O" with your hand. No, put the
thumb and the pointer together. Yeah, now hold it over your mouth like a
tube.'

Miguel let go of the boy's hand and held his hair instead. He pulled it
down, forcing Baby-face to bend backward. The boy almost fell as he tried
to keep his body balanced despite the weird position he was forced into.

`Relax, or it won't work.' Miguel demanded as he continued holding
Baby-face by the hair.

`Ok.' Baby-face spoke enthusiastically as he realized he'd be soon sharing
a joint with my cousin.

I could see Baby-face struggling to stand on his feet when Miguel took a
drag on his cigarette. Slowly, he placed his mouth on one end of
Baby-face's hand, while the other end was firmly pressed against his open
lips.

`Inhale' Was Miguel's first word when the smoke had been transplanted from
one mouth to the other.

The first attempt wasn't successful though. Baby-face started coughing and
Miguel released him. The same happened two or three times. My cousin was
surprisingly patient, and his instructions helped Baby-face to get the
smoke into his lungs eventually. Still calmly, Miguel lit another cigarette
and blew more smoke into Baby-face's mouth.

I can't deny it was entertaining to watch those two almost kissing each
other while they believed it had nothing to do with a kiss. No, it didn't
turn me on, but there was a power dynamic there that caught my
attention. If I was hesitant in the beginning, by now I wanted to see how
this story would develop. I was also trying to figure out how Miguel would
turn Baby-face into a cocksucking fag.

`The smoke is going everywhere.' Miguel spoke for the first time after a
while. `You should take off the rest of your clothes, right?'

`I don't think so.' Baby-face was struggling to stand on his two feet. Was
he high already? It seemed like he was. Miguel used to brag about how his
cigarettes were strong, but I didn't think they could be that strong. The
boy was smiling and giggling like a little girl.

`I think you like this shit, don't you?' Miguel showed the joint to the
happy boy.

`Yeah...'

`I can give you more, but your rents can't know. Or they won't let you walk
with me anymore.'

`They don't let me walk with you already, duuuh.'

`So, no more smoking for you.'

`Hey, wait. Why?' Baby-face was struggling to keep focused.

`Coz your rents will know you're smoking. They can't know, right?'

`Never.'

`So take off your pants.'

`Yeah, it makes sense.'

I've never been that high myself, but I believe that Baby-face's world was
spinning. He fell on the wheat behind him while he tried to take off his
jeans without removing his boots first. Although challenging, he managed to
stand only on his whiteys.

`I'm hard' Baby-face smiled while he presented us with his concealed
hardon.

`Take'em off too.' Miguel pointed at the boy's underwear.

`Why?'

`Your mother washes your clothes, right? She'll smell your underwear
too. Quick.'

`I don't want you guys to see my dick.'

Miguel scoffed.

`Are you serious? Everyone's seen your dick already. You're always jerking
off everywhere. There's nothing there everyone hasn't seen already.'

Baby-face should be trying to think of an answer, but his foggy mind
couldn't come with anything smart to say.

`Be honest,' Miguel continued, `how many times you jerk off every day?'

`I don't know. Three?' Baby-face was definitely lying.

`Bullshit. Be honest, dumbass. What? Five? Six?'

`Yeah, something like that.' The smile on his face was long gone.

`What do you think about when you jerk off? There's no internet here. Have
you ever watched porn?'

The ranch had no internet connection. I could never imagine myself living
in that place, but Baby-face didn't know other realities except for that
one. His whole existence sounded like fiction to me. He just shook his
head.

`Wait. Of course! You think about Barb.' Miguel pointed his finger at
Baby-face who let the truth out with a shy smile. My cousin laughed, and
Baby-face followed him as if thinking of Barb as something funny. In fact,
they were just acting like buds although I knew they were far from being
friends.

I had nothing against Barb, but I don't think I'd picture her when jerking
off, just not my type. But I could understand Baby-face. Barb was the only
girl his age around, and I've heard rumours she liked to bathe naked in the
lake. I haven't seen it, but the stories didn't sound fake to me. I
wondered about all the things that had been done in that lake.

`C'mon, jerk off while you think of Barb.'

I was amused by Miguel and the way he talked to Baby-face. He wasn't
talking about the risk of the adults noticing the smell on the boy's
underwear anymore. The reason to strip had changed. Miguel didn't want
Baby-face to only strip; he wanted him to jerk off in front of us. Who
would do such a thing?

`I don't...' Baby-face looked confused.

`Be honest. You like showing off. That's why you jerk off everywhere. You
like it when people see you beating your meat. A lot of guys like
that. Give it a try, alright? If you don't like it, then you stop. No big
deal.'

`Why would anyone like showing off things like that?'

I don't know how long the effect of the weed would affect Baby-face, but it
was clear to me he wasn't thinking straight.

Miguel had a small leather bag near his left leg. He got a bottle of water
from inside and took his time drinking it.

`Coz you're a bumpkin with no fucking experience, that's why. We've all
done that, right?' Miguel looked at me, and I nodded. `We know a lot more
than you. You gotta try it to see if you like it or not. If you don't try
you'll never know. And forget about Barb or other girls, coz they don't
like know-nothings like you.'

Those words had an impact on Baby-face who bit his lower lips and looked at
me. Again, I couldn't still understand the reason for his interest in me.

`You won't tell anyone, right?' Baby-face could be high, but he was still
aware of the situation.

`Tell what? That we saw you jerking off? I told you. Everyone's seen that
already. It's not like you're doing this for the first time.'

Doubts were fading when I realized Baby-face put his fingers inside the
waistband of his whiteys and dropped them around his ankles. Miguel was
quick and picked them up before handing them to me.

`Disappear with these too.'

I didn't know what he meant by `disappear,' but I walked towards the same
spot where I've been to before and placed the boy's pants and underwear
there. The problem is I couldn't know where the t-shirt was anymore. The
wheat field moved with the wind and I had no clear idea of where it could
be.

When I returned, I found Baby-face stroking his cock. His meat wasn't too
small, but not too big either. An average size, probably. I knew for sure
though that mine was a lot longer and thicker than his. I've never seen
another guy's dick like that, but I knew it would feel wrong if his cock
was bigger than mine. Someone like Baby-face couldn't have a big dick. Why
was I thinking that? I guessed it was natural to have this kind of
competition among other guys. I've never compared my dick with anyone, but
I definitely would want to win.

Miguel resumed the gunshots, and Baby-face's inhibitions were gradually
disappearing. He'd started jerking off inconspicuously at first, but after
a while, he was doing it as if we weren't even there.

`You love it.' Miguel stated. `Don't you?'

`Yeah.' Baby-face answered when Miguel released his hair, and the boy could
finally stand straight again.

`You really like to have an audience. Why?'

`I don't know.' Baby-face was laughing, but he couldn't stop his hand
pumping his meat furiously.

`Calm down. You don't want to cum so fast. Enjoy it more. You want to last
longer, I'm sure, right? Why would you want to spoil the fun already?'
Miguel spoke softly, and Baby-face took the guidance. `Make the grip on
your dick a little looser and just play with it for a while. Don't stroke
it.'

Noticing how complacent Baby-face was, Miguel let the boy having fun by
himself and came to my side.

`Fun, isn't it?' He asked me.

`I'm not sure if I can call it fun, but...'

`But what?'

`Never mind. It's weird.'

`Just say it.' Miguel was still smoking. Was this his third or fourth
cigarette? He was himself getting high already.

`That's a dude jerking off on the field. I can't say it's fun, but... I
don't know. It's different. It's something you don't see all the time. I
mean, the way you made him do it.'

`I know.' He spat again. `Fuck, this stuff makes me thirsty,' he spoke to
himself before returning to me, `It's hard to explain what you feel coz
this is not the normal kind of fun we have like when we go and fuck some
pussy. Fucking pussy makes us feel like we are masculine and shit, but
this... This is how we not only feel like we're men, but we're above other
men. You may feel like that if you fuck that cheerleader every guy in
school wants to fuck, like a medal or sum'thing. But that won't
last. She'll eventually find someone else to fuck'er, and that's it. But
imagine how you'd feel if you got the guy who fucked that same cheerleader
and made him do stuff like Baby-face is doing? That's not about a quick
release anymore, but a victory that will last forever.'

I was carefully listening to my cousin and, astonishingly, agreeing with
him. Although I thought it shouldn't make sense, it did. To me, it did. It
resonated with me.

`But this is nothing, trust me. Even better is when you get strong smart
dudes to control other dudes. Then you feel like a real champ.'

`That part I don't understand.' I confessed.

`Not yet. You need to do it before you understand it.'

`How do you know all of this?'

Miguel laughed loud this time, but still not enough to wake up Baby-face.

`I told ya. I know everything I need to know. Life's taught me
everything. This is the kind of shit you only learn by living.'

He wasn't specific, but his previous life with gangsters and drug dealers
should be the answer to that. I could only wonder how many guys like
Baby-face they've been toyed with. I thought guys like him would have
feelings of dominance by fighting other men, not by making them jerk off
out in the public. I could've asked him for more details, but he'd answered
me already. Like fucking pussies, fighting shouldn't feel good in the long
term. But playing with men and becoming their puppet masters should have a
long-lasting effect that a punch on the face could never have.

`And what else would you do with someone like Baby-face? Would you, you
know...'

`Wha? Fuck him? You can bet I would and will. But before that, I'd change
his mind, so he doesn't think he's a man anymore. I'd change him, so he'll
never think of Barb or any other pussy when he jerks off. Hell, he wouldn't
be allowed to jerk off ever again.'

I was lost in words, but still interested in his reasoning.

`What about chicks?'

`Chicks are for real. You can't mess up with them. But dudes. Fuck, that's
where the fun is. By the way,' he continued, `there's a new dude working on
the ranch across the lake, and I'd like you to meet him.'

`What for?'

`You'll see.' Miguel looked back at Baby-face, and I did the same. `Tell
him what to do.'

`What? Tell what?'

`Whatever you want. C'mon.'

I followed Miguel back to where Baby-face was. The boy was on another
planet. With his eyes shut and a big smile on his face, he jerked off as a
porn star would. No inhibitions, no fear, just pleasure with no shame of
being watched.

It's weird to keep watching something like that, but I couldn't help but
think about how Baby-face was dangerously vulnerable, although so
content. At the same time, I was comfortable in my clothes, free to do
whatever I pleased. But not the boy. What would he do if someone walked by?
Would he duck? Try to run? To what avail? It was more than just
entertaining; it was unexplainably hot.

Initially, I didn't want to humiliate him. Gosh, why would I? I had nothing
against him. But I was wondering how far he was willing to go to obey me.

I couldn't help but notice how sweaty he was, and it gave me a sudden idea.

`You like those cigarettes, don't you?' I wasn't very sure about what I
should say.

`Yeah.' Baby-face answered out of his reverie.

`You know how your body is expelling that smoke? Not only through your
nose, but every pore of your body. It's impregnated in your sweat. Why
don't you scoop some and give it a try?'

He opened his eyes for the first time in a while and found me and my cousin
staring at him.

`Really?'

`Yeah. Didn't you know that?' Miguel helped me. `We all do that when we
smoke. It's the best way to keep high without wasting another cigarette.'

Baby-face didn't want to look innocent or scared before my cousin and
me. Besides, if everyone did that, so there was no harm in trying.

It was awkwardly gratifying to watch him cooping that nasty sweat from his
forehead and bringing those wet fingers into his mouth.

`Isn't that better?' I asked.

`Yeah.' He answered still high.

It's obvious he wasn't feeling anything, but maybe because he was high, or
maybe because he didn't want to contradict us – the experts – he
agreed.

`You're lucky. You're covered in sweat. That's pure smoke. Go on and scoop
some more from your chest. Yeah, drink it all.'

That shit was so fucking awesome. But why??? Why did I enjoy watching a guy
drinking his sweat? It should repulse me, but being me the one who ordered
him, I simply loved the power. The power of being so assertive and
manipulative I could do with him whatever I pleased without having to force
him.

I summoned the courage to take a better look at the boy and focused on his
dick now reddish after so much stroking and leaking pre on the ground.

`D'you know what's better than sweat? That shit leaking out of your prick
is a hundred times more intense than sweat.'

He looked lost and lowered his head to make sure we were on the same page.

`What? This?' He got a big glob of pre between his fingers and showed it to
me.

`You're lucky. That's the best stuff guys use to get high, and you leak a
lot. I'm not that lucky, I'm allergic to that.' Miguel smirked. I wonder
what was pleasing him the most, was it Baby-face and his compliance, or was
it me and the way I was following his instructions by giving order to
Baby-face?

`Yeah, me too.' I said.

`What if I'm too?' Baby-face asked.

`Well, there's only one way to know.' I spoke.

Baby-face looked at us as if trying to understand whether we were messing
him around or serious. Any sign that we were enjoying this would break the
spell, and he would never accept it. As we didn't show start laughing or
making jokes, he understood we meant every word we said.

Noticing he was still thoughtful, I decided to keep pushing him.

`And that's not even the best part. That pre tastes so good. I really envy
you. Damn, I wish I could drink mine.'

`Yeah, I wish the same. When I tried mine, I loved the taste, but fuck,
after one minute I started to get red spots all over my body. I so wish I
could drink it again.' Miguel followed my lead.

`Mine tasted great too. But I had the same problem. Baby-face though is so
fucking lucky. Give it a try and see if you're allergic.'

Once my mother argued with my father and Miguel's name was uttered several
times by her. Yeah, it was this one time my mom was called to school
because I started a fight with another boy over something
insignificant. She blamed his genes, those same genes that were part of
Miguel and made him the drug-addicted asshole he's become. She was afraid
I'd turn out to be as shitty as him. I didn't want that. I swore I would
get better.

`Just a little bit at first coz you don't wanna get sick.' I insisted.

As I tried to show my concern about Baby-face's health, I guess he trusted
me. I wouldn't ask him to try only a little if I wanted to make fun of
him. That's what I thought.

Still looking at us, Baby-face brought his coated finger to his mouth and
closed the lips around it. As the finger slid out of his mouth, I got
instantly hard for seeing he had actually swollen his own pre only because
I asked him to. My questions regarding the source of my pleasure were
popping out, but I decided to let them linger for the moment. I could dwell
on it later.

`Wait now. Let's see if you're really lucky or not. Almost every guy is
allergic to it. I doubt you won't be.' I don't know how I could sound so
serious and technical when all I wanted was to laugh. That would be my
normal reaction if I hadn't been instructed by my cousin to try a new
approach when watching this kind of scene.

`Look at his prick.' Miguel called my attention to Baby-face's
dick. `You've got such a nice one.'  I wasn't expecting that. I didn't want
to study another dude's dick. What was going on with Miguel? Why would he
say that? Unsure of his intentions, I remained quiet.

`Now I understand why you like it when people watch you jerking off. You
want to show off, right?'

Baby-face looked confused himself. I guess he never thought about it
before. He used to jerk off outdoors not because he wanted an audience, but
because he was too horny to wait to get back home. Or, probably, he didn't
even have space at home to do that with his parents around. But Miguel
wasn't asking him, he was stating as a fact that Baby-face liked to show
his dick to other people. Given Baby-face's ingenuity, that was the first
time he thought about it under this new perspective. He looked puzzled. Did
he realize his wanking outdoors wasn't related to his horniness but to his
kinkiness? I'm sure a young boy isolated from the world would never think
about people getting off by showing off. I know looks deceive, but
Baby-face should think of sex as a dick-in-the-pussy thing and nothing
else.

Miguel was grinning, and Baby-face gave a compliance smile that I read as a
sign of agreement. I doubt that was his real intention, but he didn't want
to be seen as a loser by us. A teenage boy like him would rather be seen as
a guy who has no inhibitions than a horny bastard who can't control his
impulses. He wanted us to interpret him as that sort of person who doesn't
give a damn about being naked in public as long as he got what he
needed. Was he being honest? Or everything was just a play? Probably, we'd
never know.

`You like it when people watch you. Can't believe it.' Miguel
continued. `Who'd guess you're like this kind of guy.'

Getting to understand the perks of popularity, Baby-face's smile grew
wider. He got my cousin's apparent admiration. He should be proud.

`That's amazing' I started. `He didn't have any reaction. Fuck it! No
allergies.'

`Fuck! That's true. No allergies. This boy's lucky. You can drink as much
as you want. So fucking lucky. Drink some more. I can't believe you're not
allergic.'

Baby-face didn't need much encouragement this time. He just scooped a lot
more of his pre-fuck juice and brought it all to his hungry mouth. Before I
knew it, he was slurping on his fingers as if trying to prove he had no
problems drinking that. I'd say he was even feeling superior to me and my
cousin coz we couldn't do the same.

`Do you like that? I remember the taste's awesome. Some chicks love to
drink it.' I said.

`Really?' Baby-face was shocked. I wondered if he knew anything about oral
sex, or if he was surprised that some chicks liked the taste of precum.

`Oh yeah. Well, they like when it comes from strong guys like us, coz it
tastes better. That's why pussies don't get head. Pussies' pre tastes like
shit.' Miguel explained. Baby-face looked confused, so I made it clearer.

`He's saying weaker guys also produce precum.' Baby-face looked at the
viscous liquid trapped between his fingers. `Yeah, that's called
precum. Only strong dudes like us can make it taste good. I guess yours
must taste nice too, coz you're strong like us, right?'

`Of course.' And he swallowed another big glob of pre.

`You like it, don't you?' I asked.

`Yeah, it's good.'

`So, drink more.'

He couldn't stop.

`Yeah, you like cum, don't you?'

`Yeah...'

`Say it.'

`I love cum.'

`You should drink it all the time. You know, every time you jerk off.'

Miguel was grinning at me. He should be surprised by how far I adapted to
this role.

Baby-face didn't need encouragement anymore. The scooping and slurping had
become natural, and I'd dare to say he was really liking that shit. Till
few hours before that event, I'd never think a guy could enjoy drinking his
own juices, but hell, I was wrong. That was so fucking nasty but so hot
too.

`Are you close?' Miguel asked.

`Yeah.'

`When you cum, cum in your hand. Understand?'

`Yeah, yeah.'

Baby-face quickly placed his left hand near the head of his dick and sped
the stroking. He was on the edge of blasting his nut. His knees bent a
little, while the muscles on his torso twitched, his fingers curled, and he
moaned loudly.

`Fuck...' His moans grew even louder.

`Your hand. Take it with your hand.'

I moved two steps back just in case. I was afraid he'd spurt everywhere and
hit me. Just in case, Miguel did the same. We didn't stop watching
Baby-face though. We wanted to make sure he'd catch everything single drop
of jizz in his hand.

His body spasms didn't help, and a few volleys of jizz couldn't be
stopped. Most of it, though, did land in his hand. We gave him some time to
recover and the look on his face was of shame. But not the normal shame
guys usually feel once their sexual drive subsides after an
orgasm. Baby-face was still under the effect of the drugs. That's the
reason why I think he just didn't run away after feeling so embarrassed and
exposed.

`You still good?' Miguel asked him.

`Yeah.'

`Good. I need you to listen to me. There's one thing that's even better
than pre to keep you high. And it's gonna happen forever, even if you're
not smoking coz the smoke is now in your blood. You can always feel good
like this if you swallow that cum.'

He showed his fingers coated in white slime to us. It was disgusting, but I
wanted to see him swallowing that. Could I make him?

`I guess you'd be just over-the-top lucky if you could also swallow that
without getting sick. I mean, I can't. Miguel can't either. But, fuck, I
wish I could.'

How could someone be so naïve? That's another question I didn't need to
be answered. Maybe that's what Miguel meant when he said we people in big
cities can't stop looking for answers for everything. If we could just ask
less and enjoy more. That could only make sense because no Google would
ever answer why a boy almost my age would swallow cum.

Yes, Baby-face did it. Still observing me and my cousin, afraid we were
playing games with him, he did it.

`Wow, and he didn't get sick.' Miguel said.

`He's amazing.' I was amazed myself. `Do you like it?'

`It's not bad.'

`I bet it's a lot better than that. Isn't it? It should taste like heaven.'

`Yeah, it's good.'

`Course it is. You can always drink your juices when you jerk off now. Then
you can get high too without even smoking weed.' I suggested. He nodded. I
don't know if he agreed with me, or if he just wanted this to end. We'd
know eventually.

`I think someone is calling your name.' Miguel said.

`What?' I turned around and saw my dad coming in our direction but still
far away.

Baby-face rushed to find his clothes. I wondered where they were.

`He's looking for you.' He managed to say.

I walked in my father's direction and now I could hear him.

`Adam! Come here.'

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It was another weekend with Patty in the training camp. Our relationship
had changed, and I still didn't know exactly how. At first, I thought that
Patty and I were in some sort of dom/sub relationship, then my talk on
brotherhood had become so frequent that I got almost used to it too. Our
brotherhood had turned into him jerking my cock off. My cum running down
his right hand. I'd also lick his tits every now and then. But truth is, I
was afraid that giving the next step would break the trust I built with
him. I feared that once he realized I didn't want a brother but a bitch,
he'd never talk to me again. After so much effort, I couldn't afford that.

At the same time, I wanted to push him further into submission. I made a
lot of research and had a few ideas. Before going on, I also had dinner
with Alice where I let out all my doubts. By that time, she was already
fucking Cecile, and she loved to give me unrequested details. I wished she
was telling me lies, but the descriptions matched with the memories I had
of her. She was in her panties, no doubt about it.

That was the exchange between the two of us now. She'd suck my soul by
talking about my ex, while I'd talk about Patty. She guaranteed that her
boyfriend was loving my company. There was no reason to be afraid, as long
as I didn't ask him to suck my cock.

`He's not ready for that.' She said.

`How do you know that?'

`He's not submissive enough yet. On the contrary, this `brotherhood' idea
is making him more dominant. He believes he's better than everyone. You may
think he needs you, but he could get another brother if you go too far
now. You gave him wings, and you're the one who needs to break them.'

No research would explain to me how to proceed now. The situation was
unique. I had to think for myself now.

Patty was following all my orders without questioning me. He'd strip as
soon as we arrived, then work out for hours in his straps, at night we'd
talk about many topics but also how important our brotherhood was. He'd
detail his relationship with Alice, which was apparently improving. I
couldn't complain about it or force him to break up with her, coz I needed
her in this too. But he did say how superior he was feeling now, and that
he didn't care as much for how bad she treated him from time to time.

Two things got a lot better though. First, his jerking-off technique. Yeah,
it was getting as good as when I did it myself, if not a little better. I
think it took him some time to understand how to deal with a much bigger
cock. Second, when he asked me if I wanted him to jerk me off, I felt he
meant it. He did want to stroke my cock. But we never talked about
it. That's something that had to change.

You see, I had to get more verbal regarding sex with him. The problem was
everything was becoming too mechanical and automatic. He wasn't thinking
about what he was doing and that was a no-no.

That night, after dinner, we were in the tent talking like two buds. I was
wearing baggy shorts, Patty was in his jockstrap. He was still talking
about Alice and the last time they fucked. I tried my best to pretend I
cared for what he had to say, and I think he bought it.

"I never cummed so much. My dick still hurts." He said at last.

That's when I decided to speak too.

"That's nice, little bro, but we gotta talk about something that's annoying
me."

"What's that?" He was still smiling as he opened a bottle of water and took
a sip.

"Do you remember when I told you how brotherhood is different from a
sisterhood? Sisters believe they are all equal. They are all on the same
level. Not brothers. We have a hierarchy. Remember that?"

"Yeah, sure." Another sip. He rested on his elbows in the sleeping bag.

"See? You're not taking this seriously. I'm talking to you, and you're
behaving like we're in some sort of tea house gossiping about the royal
family. You can't be serious."

He looked a little confused but sat down again.

"Yeah, at least, sit like a man," I said and he corrected his posture. "But
that's not all. You were there talking bout Alice and how you fucked
her. How you used your dick on her..."

"What's wrong about that? You don't want to hear that? Sorry, ok. I know
you're not dating no one, I shouldn't say these things to you..."

"It's not that. I don't care about it. It's just the way you talk about it
that is not right."

"I don't understand." He looked puzzled.

"We're becoming two sisters, not brothers. This ain't working."

"But we're not talking about girly stuff. I'm even... you know..."

"What?"

"You know... Jerking you off." He couldn't look me in the eyes when he said
that.

"You're not understanding this. You ain't jerking me off. What the fuck?
Why would I need you to jerk me off? Don't you think I can find a chick to
do that for me? What's wrong with you?"

"Hey, sorry, alright? I just thought..."

"That's the problem. You think too much. There's one brotherhood that
stands above all others. That's the army. And why their brotherhood is
invincible? Because of hierarch and respect. What makes a bad soldier? Too
much thinking. Too much talking. Soldiers ain't there to think, but to
obey. They've got someone to do all the thinking coz they know they can't
think. They aren't good enough for that. But you think too much."

He was still lost in my words.

"But I can't help it."

"It's because you haven't been trained. You can't be a soldier if you don't
stop thinking and start doing. You gotta focus."

Patty was thoughtful again.

"See, there you go again. Thinking."

"Dude, I can't stop thinking. Who does that?"

I took a deep breath trying to show how annoyed I was.

"Listen, if you don't wanna do this, if you don't want my help, my company,
just let me know, and we don't ever try this again."

"Relax, man. What the fuck? We were talking here like two buds..."

"See? Fuck! We ain't two buds, for fuck's sake..."

"But we're brothers!" He argued.

"Yeah, but that doesn't turn you into my bud! A captain and a soldier are
brothers in the army too, but do you see soldiers calling captains bud?"

I've always admired the army and even considered joining them for a while,
and after reading so much about them, at last, I could put some of that
knowledge into use.

"I ain't your bud. We can be brothers, but we can't be friends. This isn't
about friendship. Friends and brothers are totally different stuff. Do you
understand that?" I continued.

"Yeah. I think so." Still no eye contact.

"You wanna change? Otherwise, we can't be brothers."

"Ok. I'm gonna try."

"No, fucking try. Will you do it or not?" I yelled.

"Yeah, I will." He yelled back.

I remained quiet now, and the silence poured in like boiling water hitting
a pile of salt. He needed to respect me. He had to understand I wasn't
playing around. I just hoped his dependency on me was really crucial to his
existence, otherwise, he'd abandon me. Sometimes, I'd think about how
complicated our relationship had become. Patty needed me to affirm his
manhood, which, in turn, I wanted to destroy.

"Sorry." He spoke softly this time. "But, what do I need to do? Can you be
more specific? You can't ask me just not to think. I don't know how not to
think."

"Ok. So, let's start this once again, ok?"

"Ok."

"Look at me. Ok?"

He hesitated but returned his eyes to me.

"Ok."

"Do you remember when you were talking about fucking Alice with your dick?"

"Yeah. What's the problem about that?"

"Can you stop making questions and just answer yes or no?"

I didn't want to get so angry, but sometimes I can't control myself.

"Yes."

I noticed Patty getting angry too, and I decided to remain silent for a
second time. He exhaled heavily and took a deep breath before starting
again.

"Yes." He answered a lot calmer this time.

We were so similar. I wondered if I'd react like him if I were in his
shoes. The thought disturbed me. I'd never let someone subjugate me like
that, but still, I've always considered joining the army for what? I knew
how subjugated I'd be in there and still...

"Do you remember?"

"Yes."

"Ok. You want something more specific, so let's start with something
simple. In a brotherhood, there's a hierarchy. In the army, they make it
clear when they wear uniforms, for example. They have codes and stuff we
don't. A captain calls soldiers by numbers sometimes, because that shows
discipline and hierarchy. But how can we do the same here? That's what I
was thinking just right now." I took another deep breath before
continuing. "I started calling you Patty because of your surname. I know
you don't like it coz it sounds like a girl's name, but that was never my
intention. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah." He was a little more relaxed but still respectful, which was
enough.

"I believe that's the easiest way for us to start creating a sense of
hierarchy here."

"I don't think I follow."

"I've never thought of it as a girl's name. But what if I do? Will you let
me?"

He was puzzled once again.

"Do you let me call you Patty knowing that when I do that I'm thinking of a
girl?" I asked again.

"You want to think of a girl when talking to me? Is that it?"

"It wouldn't be necessarily a girl, just someone who's lower than me. Like
sisters before brothers."

He thought for a few seconds.

"I don't mind. I mean, you call me Patty already."

It was time to pretend I was thinking again.

"That's the thing you're not understanding. When you let me think about you
as being a girl, you have to believe you're a girl."

"What the fuck, man? Do you want me to start acting like a girl? After
everything we've been talking about? We're men, no fucking pussies."

"Will you let me explain?" I let him speak coz there was no stopping it. It
had to happen.

He pouted and his silence was an indication of his agreement.

"You are not meant to act like a girl. I want you to be a man, a brother,
who understands that I am the man in our brotherhood coz I am superior, and
you're like a girl when we're together, that's all."

"Again, man. I'm not following. I asked you to be specific..."

"Ok. For example, when we're together, you don't talk about your dick
anymore. Only men have dicks. Girls have clits..."

"You can't be serious. That's fucking sick..."

"OK, I won't even waste my time explaining. That's the plan I came up
with. If you have a better idea let me know. What's that gonna be? That
stays with the brotherhood. Or maybe you prefer to walk with a sign that
says I'm you're my inferior. Don't you think it's embarrassing for those
soldiers to be treated like shit? And still, they do it. You need to
understand that or there's no point in trying."

"This ain't right. That's all."

He was denying my request, but he didn't want to piss me off. It's hard to
be in that spot since I don't like it when he says no to me, but I needed
to give him time.

"Ok, let's go to sleep then."

I had no intention of going to sleep, but I wanted to see how he'd
react. If he feared my absence, he'd say or do something. That was the
moment of truth. I didn't know what he'd do, but if I didn't risk, I
wouldn't change him.

I went out to brush my teeth and left him alone in the tent. When I
returned, Patty was still at the same place. I pretended he wasn't there
and found my way to my sleeping bag. Just before laying down, I took off my
shorts and placed them behind my pillow.

"Can we bond tonight?" He asked.

I lay down and looked at his face again.

"What?"

I don't know what was going on in his head, but he simply put his hand on
my cock, which I'd never expect.

"We always bond before bedtime. You said this is important, so we should do
it."

I gotta say I was relieved. That was probably the first time he accepted
the fact he was obliged to do that for me. The first time he grabbed my
dick without previous preparation. He wanted this.

"Take off your jocks," I said.

Patty was becoming hard to read, and I still didn't know what he was up
to. He'd normally protest, but not now. Now he just did as I said.

"I want you to make us both hard. Hold my cock with your good hand and use
the other one on yours."

"I don't think I can get hard like this."

"You either get hard like this or no bonding tonight."

He could have said `ok, so no bonding tonight' but he did not. That's what
he'd do in other situations, but not now.

I wanted to believe he was doing this because he wanted to please me, but I
wasn't sure. Anyone who didn't know Patty would say he was being my sex
slave at that moment, but he didn't fool me. Somehow, I knew he was doing
this while thinking `is this what you want? Then you have it, asshole.' I
knew that look in his eyes. A look of defiance. The way he bit his
lips. That's how I used to read him.

He held my dick with his right hand and, as usual, I got hard in no
time. As for him, it took much longer. His skills had gone from ok to
terrible, but I couldn't blame him. He's never dealt with his dick and mine
at the same time. Besides, I wasn't thinking about getting off. I let him
do all the job, while I just watched. He should be thinking about Alice, or
any other chick or porn, I don't know. His eyes were shut when he finally
got a hardon.

"Ok, stop," I asked.

Patty opened his eyes and found me there again, staring at him.

"Just hold us both. Do you feel the difference? There's a huge difference
between me and you, don't you think? I believe one of us has a dick, a real
cock, and the other one has a prick, a clit."

"Alice likes it..." He tried to defend himself.

"I'm not talking about Alice, for fuck's sake! That's what you don't
understand. We don't talk about your clit coz we're thinking about other
people or the chicks out there. To them, you do have a dick. Maybe the best
cock in the world if you want. I don't care. I'm talking about our
brotherhood. When we're together like this. Like this, you have a clit, and
I have a cock. That's all. Why is it so hard to understand? If you want to
talk about your dick, we can do that when we're not bonding, but when we
are, like we do in here, you don't have a dick anymore, but a clit. Do we
really need to fight over this?"

By now, we were both soft again. He let go of my cock and tried to reach
for his jocks.

"Leave it. From now on you don't wear anything. If you agree with me, you
won't wear anything."

No, I didn't want to see his junk, but I did wish he could see it and every
time he did, he'd be reminded of how insignificant that twig between his
legs was.

Patty caught the jockstrap he was wearing and threw it out of the tent, but
he wasn't doing it to please me. No, I knew it wasn't the case. He was
challenging me. Just like that, he got into his sleeping bag and turned
around as if saying he wasn't in the mood to talk with me anymore. As for
me, I was tired of arguing. I did like the idea I could turn that boy into
a bitch, but sometimes it just drained my energies entirely. In the end, I
was happy he decided to sleep coz I didn't want that to continue.

The next day, I woke up and didn't find Patty in his bag. I went out of the
tent wondering if he'd done something stupid like walking back home, which
would be totally crazy, but no, he was out there exercising. Naked. Once he
finished one of the circuits, he found me watching him. No good mornings,
or friendly smiles this time. Just a serious countenance that made it clear
he wasn't in the mood for my shit.

I could be the one starting a conversation and breaking the ice, but I
wouldn't do that.

Still naked, I cooked us breakfast and left it there for him. He knew where
it was and could come for it if he felt like eating. Honestly, I wasn't in
the mood myself.

The both of us remained naked for a few hours and totally silent till lunch
was served. I had enough time to think about what was happening. I always
tried to understand Patty's behaviour, so I could act in accordance. The
more I considered the reasons for his anger, the more I concluded that he
was upset not because of the `clit' thing, but because I didn't let him
jerk me off. Again, any other person would think otherwise, but I knew the
boy. I don't mean he wanted to jerk me off coz he was into my dick. No. He
was pissed because he felt humiliated. After offering, I refused it. That
hurt his heterosexuality.

I sat by his side when we were eating. He didn't walk away, which was a
good sign. I finished eating first and waited for him. Once he was done, I
noticed he didn't look so upset anymore and decided to put my theory to the
test.

Ever so slowly, I took his hand and pulled it to my crotch. We were sitting
side by side, facing the same direction. He didn't look at me, but he took
hold of my cock. Without a single word, he started jerking me off.

I spread my legs involuntarily. I stopped myself when I realized I was
about to moan. Totally unconsciously. I used to that with Cecile when she
gave me handjobs. She didn't know how to do it properly, but I'd pretend it
was good just to keep her motivated. It only proved I was also taking this
for granted. I looked at that hand stroking my cock. It was Patty's hand,
not Cecile's. A calloused hand. Much bigger than hers, fatter, the grip so
much tighter and stronger. The nails were much shorter and thicker. Patty
was jerking me off. It felt like it was the first time again. I couldn't
believe he was doing this.

Well, that was my first reaction. The second made me stop him. This wasn't
about getting off anymore. I've been there, I've enjoyed it before, now I
had to move on.

"You're not shaking a bottle of yogurt," I said.

"What's that even supposed to mean?" His hand was still grabbing my cock,
while my hand made sure his hand would stay there unmoved.

"What do you think about when we're bonding?"

"You mean when I'm jerking you off?"

"You don't think you're jerking me off. You wouldn't jerk off another
guy. Why would you?"

Patty had been caught. He wanted to defy me, but I wouldn't let him. He
didn't say a word, but his hand was still there. He didn't fight me. I
continued:

"We are brothers, Patty. This is about our brotherhood. It's not about you
helping me out. I don't need your help, and you'd never help me with this
kind of stuff. We're brothers, and we're in this together to the end. Do
you agree?"

"Yeah..." He still couldn't look at my face. I watched him wiping the sweat
that ran down his face as the sun hit us both mercilessly.

"You need this as much as I do. Brothers need each other." We remained
still for a few seconds. The sky so blue disappeared in the horizon over
small chains of mountains. Not a single cloud to hide the hot sun
above. "Face me and say we're brothers."

Patty could have only turned his head to my side, but instead, he kneeled
in front of me. Our faces a few feet apart, his hand still on my cock.

"We're brothers, brother." He then looked down, which means he was looking
at his hand on my cock. "I don't know why I get so angry sometimes. I can't
help it. I didn't mean it."

"It happens coz we're not so different after all." I shouldn't have said
that, but it was spontaneous.

"I was thinking the same. Alice said the same thing."

"What did she say?" I was curious.

"That we fight a lot coz we're the same. A lion fights other lions, not
antelopes."

"Did she say that?"

"Yeah. And I think she's right."

"You know there's only one way to finish this, right?"

There were actually two ways of ending those fights. He could always give
up and never talk with me again, but I didn't want to give him that option.

He knew what I meant, but I made myself clearer:

"Lions stop fighting when one of them surrenders and acknowledges the other
as the winner. There's no other way. We can do that in many ways. We can
actually fight if you want. That's a natural way of finding who's the
pack's leader. Or we can use our imagination to foresee who the winner
would be and avoid broken noses and unwanted bruises, which is somehow a
smarter choice. What do you want?"

Patty raised his eyes to meet mine again.

"I'm not dumb. I know you're much stronger than me."

"So, do you surrender?"

"Technically." Now he looked to the tent over my shoulder.

"Winner takes it all."

He bit his lower lip again before looking back into my eyes.

"I have a clit between my legs." He lowered his head to see what he had
there. "I know that, but it's not something I like to talk about."

"That's what surrender means. It's not meant to be easy."

"I know."

"But I said winner takes it all, and that's not all."

It's weird how maturely Patty behaved. I wasn't expecting that from
him. The way he looked me in the eyes showed how serious he was about this
new stage of our relationship.

"What else?"

"Your dick becomes a clit. Your nipples are now tits. Your asshole is a
cunt or pussy. I get to call you by names other than Patty if we're
bonding, and you're to respond without complaints..."

"What names?"

"Whatever names I come up with."

"This is to remain with the two of us only, right?"

"This is to stay with us from the brotherhood, ok?"

"Ok."

"And one last thing, from now on you're not to just bond with me by
stroking my cock. From this moment, you will jerk me off like a brother
helping out another brother..."

Patty couldn't help but smirk. I interpreted that as a way of saying `I
told you I was jerking you off.'

"You said you didn't need another guy to do that for you, didn't you?"

"Yes, I don't. And you know that. You've seen me going out with how many
chicks since I broke up with Cecile? Dozens, right? I don't need a hand
when I have dozens of pussies to fuck. What sense does it make to you? Tell
me, do you really think that?"

"No, I just don't see the point."

"Because this is how you prove you know you're inferior to me. There are
hundreds of rituals out there that are used to show hierarchy among men and
this is one of them. In some parts of the world, newcomers jerk off their
superiors to show humbleness and respect. This is still about bonding, but
now we do it right and bond knowing who's on the top and who's on the
bottom."

"Well, I'm already jerking you off, so no difference."

That's something Patty used to do a lot. Whenever he felt he was losing an
argument, he'd try to prove the loss wasn't that relevant because it didn't
change his current situation. But no, he didn't understand me, or he still
didn't know me enough.

"No, trust me, you aren't. It hurts when you stroke my cock. You have no
technique. I'd rather have my cock in my pants than in your hand."

"Fuck it. It can't be that bad."

I don't think Patty wanted to say that, but it came out anyway. It only
showed he did want to please me. Again, not because he was into dicks or
men, but because he saw me like someone who deserved to be serviced as a
sign of gratitude maybe.

Our relationship was unilateral already, but it was becoming increasingly
so. It was all about me while he had no saying in any of this. People in
the giving side of this sort of relationship tend to become more submissive
and please the receiving side because they're afraid of losing the
connection even if it harms them. I'm not saying I wanted to harm him, but
I did want Patty to submit to me, and he was accepting that role.

"Just horrible. I understand this is the first cock you've ever jerked
before..." I started.

"I've done mine, and honestly, it's good enough."

"No. You've never jerked a cock. You have fingered your little clit, and we
know how different fingering and jerking are, right?"

He pouted before biting his lower lip again.

"Really. You're holding a real cock now. You must feel how different it
feels in your hand. I guess you haven't thought about this yet, but I want
you to grasp the idea now. What you have in your hands isn't a bottle of
water, that's a cock. A real one. And I'm sure you understand that if what
you have in your hand is a cock, whatever you have between your legs is
something totally different. If we put a photo of your prick between a
photo of my cock and a clit, you know it looks more like the clit than the
cock. Anyone would agree with me.

"If you slap a clit till it sticks out, you'll see it has a full inch in
there. If you manage to take it out, you'll see the whole thing. Of course,
it depends on the woman, but it can be even longer. Then we have your
clit. That's about three inches, right? A little thicker than a woman's
clit, but still. Then, on the other side, you have my cock about three
times longer than yours. Between your clit and the woman's, you have a
difference of two or so inches, but compared to mine it's like six or
more. Do you understand it now?"

"OK, man. Ok, I won't argue. Whatever."

"No, you will listen. This is part of being a brother. You don't just run
away from the truth. You face and accept it..."

"Man, how can I just listen to you saying this shit? How will I fuck Alice
or any other chick while I think I'm not worth it? That I don't even have a
dick? That shit can fuck with my brain, can't you see that?"

"Men are humiliated in the army every day, and they still live their lives
with their families when they're back home. Besides, what's the point in
pretending you have a dick when you don't? Maybe all chicks you've fucked
your whole life have never enjoyed sex with you. That's a lot worse than
accepting the truth and changing your strategies."

"What strategies?"

"Well, to start with, you wouldn't try to fuck chicks anymore. That's
primarily for procreation anyway. Unless you want to have babies, you start
using your mouth more and leave that clit away from them."

"OK, and how do I get off?"

I first thought about saying he didn't need to get off at all, but it
wouldn't work with him. Chris would easily accept it if I said so, but not
Patty. That's when I had an idea that at first made me sick, but
eventually, I accepted it as a chance to experience something
different. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"You rub your clit. See I'm not talking about jerking off, I said to rub
it. That's the second strategy to change. Given your poor ability when
jerking me off, I bet you don't know how to do it. I'm a hundred per cent
sure you've never felt the full potential of masturbation."

"Bullshit! I cum like any other dude."

Believe it or not, but his hand was still holding my cock and, eventually,
it would even stroke it a bit, mainly when he was the one doing the
talking.

"Do you wanna bet?" I defied him.

"Bet what?" Another quick stroke with his warm sweaty hand.

"If I lose, you can even become the leader of our brotherhood if you want."

"Bet what?"

"And if you lose, you just change your strategies to see how it goes..."

"Bet WHAT?"

"Let go of my cock."

It felt like my order shocked him. Probably, he had even forgotten where
his hand was during this whole time. I don't know. He released my dick, but
his eyes were still staring at my crotch.

We were sitting on a tree log, so I moved forward and sat on the ground,
leaned my back against the log, and spread my legs.

"You gotta trust me in this. It's just a bet. I want you to sit here and
close your eyes." I pointed to the spot between my legs.

"Fuck you!"

"Ten minutes here, and you can leave as the leader of this
brotherhood. I'll still train you, but you'll be the one giving the
orders. I'll be yours to command. Just ten minutes."

I don't know if he was worried about me trying to fuck him, or if it didn't
even cross his mind. He had several issues regarding his big bubble-butt,
so I understood it wasn't an easy choice for him. He'd only do that if he
did trust me.

"Fuck, man. That's weird."

"You've been jerking me off already, so... really? What's the big deal?"

He shook his head three or four times before sitting in front of me. And as
he did that, I had the perfect view of his ass opening to me. His rosebud
begging for cock, but unable to get one coz Patty wouldn't ask for it.

"You don't try anything funny, uh?"

He sat a foot away from me, so I had to use my hands to pull his body
closer to mine.

"Hey! I don't want your dick touching me."

"It's touching your back. That's all. Fuck, it was in your fucking hands."

There was no argument against the fact that he had my cock in his hands, so
he accepted when it touched his back. My dick has never been so close to
that hole. Trust me. I had to hold all instincts that were yelling at
me. All but this strong voice asking me to rape that son of a bitch and
stop this game once and for all.

"What now?"

"Spit on my hand." I put the palm of my right hand just in front of his
mouth.

"I can't believe this."

He did spit on my palm and, after that, I moved my hand down toward his
clit. I can't believe I was doing this, but I couldn't see any other better
idea.

"Woah, Woah! What you're doing?" Patty tried to stop me, but I continued.

"You've been jerking my cock. Now you let me return the favour. But I won't
jerk your cock. I will rub your clit as I do with the bitches I fuck. Prove
to me you have a dick as you say you do and don't cum. That's all. Do that
and you win the bet. Stand up, give up and you'll prove yourself not only a
loser, but you'll agree I'm right and you're wrong. What's gonna be?"

I felt his hand that was holding my arm lose its grip and my hand reached
his soft clit. I'm not kidding when I say it had the size of a little boy's
penis. I still remember when I was five or six and I had reached the first
orgasm of my life. I did that not by jerking off, but by rubbing my little
penis. Then, later on, I started studying a girl's anatomy, so I could make
them cum and then become obsessed with me. I've never let a woman get out
of bed without having at least one orgasm. And I wasn't willing to let
Patty be the first one.

I've done this before. Exactly like this. Holding a girl between my legs
while rubbed her clit. I can proudly say I was an expert in this. And I was
a hundred per cent sure that getting Patty off would be just the same.

His balls were small like the penis but a little hairy, which disgusted me
even further. I just focused on the task and forgot about the rest.

I first spread his saliva around the clit and used my index and middle
finger on it. The tip of the fingers needs to be pressed between the clit
head and the little shaft while the thumb rests against the belly giving
support to the hand. This way, when I move the palm and the direction of
the fingers that work on the clit, I have the thumb there to prevent me
from stopping the masturbation. With chicks, I eventually finger fuck their
pussies too, but that's not necessary for an orgasm.

It didn't take more than thirty seconds for the first moaning. It'd come
sooner if he wasn't holding it, trying to pretend he was feeling
nothing. Such a stupid attempt would never work. His clit got instantly
hard, which was visual proof of his excitement.

I gave Patty another minute before speaking. I waited till he let his head
fall back onto my shoulder. I got my mouth close to his ear, so I wasn't
only speaking but also blowing into his ears.

"See, Patty? You can't close your fist around your clit as if it was a
dick. It only creates friction and damages it. Clits are way more sensitive
than cocks. Besides, a clit is too small for your hand. It doesn't have the
right grip. With clits you only use two fingers, and not hold it like a
straw. No, you rub it around the tip. Don't need to touch the base as you
do with your hands. That's a waste, and you don't stimulate the right
part. If instead you only focus on the tip, you get twice as much pleasure
coz you're not wasting your energy touching the little shaft. I can teach
you to do it right, do you want that?"

He could only moan.

"Answer me. Do you want me to teach you how to rub your clit?"

"Yeah, I guess... Fuck..."

"Then you can do this while you have your tongue in your girlfriend's
pussy. You get her off by licking her clit, while you rub yours. That's how
you get off. Now lick my fingers."

I put my left hand on his mouth and penetrated it with my index and middle
finger. My fingers have been in that mouth before, but the circumstance was
totally different. That's how I noticed I've made huge progress training
Patty. He was still far from becoming my bitch, but the difference was
proof of my success.

With my fingers coated with his saliva, I started playing with his
tits. The simple touch made him arch his back away from me, while his head
sank onto my shoulder.

This whole situation wasn't in plans, and I would never imagine I'd touch
another guy's cock. The thought I had my hands on a man's body made me
shiver from disgust, but with Patty, I didn't have much reaction. Somehow,
it was easy to imagine he wasn't a man. I was aware he wasn't a girl
either, so I saw him more like a toy, or a plaything I manipulated to be my
slave. I rubbed his parts like a musician playing the guitar and, fuck,
that was ineffable – a life-changing experience.

"Shh..." I only shushed him coz I wanted him to know how loud he was, not
because I cared for the sound. No one would hear us. "That's a girl's body
you have, girl. Yeah, that's it, I'm gonna call you `girl' now. Will you be
my girl?"

"Fuck, man. What the fuck!"

"Will you?" I stopped the up and down movement with my fingers on his clit
and started moving them from one side to the other while I shook my hand
around the clit's tip.

"Yeah, ok. Yeah."

He said something similar before. He'd say anything when he wanted to
cum. That's one of the things we agree to when we're fucking and then we
forget later on. But this time, I'd remind him. Our situation had changed
drastically since his last promise.

"You're always so worried that you're a bit girly coz you have such a big
cunt, but that's not what makes you a girl. That's just part of it. Your
whole body is wired like a girl's." I took the chance to lick his ear,
which made Patty even more sensitive. At this point, I don't think he was
paying attention to what I was saying, but it didn't matter. "Girls like
you were born to take cock, just like this one that is leaking precum on
your back. The more you move the more it leaks. Precum that, from what I
can see, you don't have. Of course, clits don't leak pre. But I have
plenty. Men cum, girls have orgasms. Either by rubbing their clits like
this or by fucking their cunts.

"Oh, you think you like this? That's because you haven't tried a cock in
your cunt yet. One day, I won't let you play with your clit anymore, coz
only bad girls play with their clits. Good bitch girls know they can only
have orgasms when they got a dick in their cunts. Bad girls are nasty and
selfish. Good girls know they're supposed to think about their men. Only
their men matter. Are you a good girl, Patty?"

Again, only moans.

"Are you?"

"Yeah."

"Say it. Say you're a good girl."

"Yeah... I'm a good... good girl."

"You're so full of shit, girl. If you meant the shit you say when I play
with your tits and clit, you'd be so much more happy."

I'm not sure if my words had any impact on his unconscious. I really don't
know. But as soon as I finished speaking about five minutes after I started
touching his clit, I felt the spasms on his body. Those spasms that
announced the orgasm building up to the point it became inevitable.

"Squirt, girl. Go."

As I had foreseen, Patty came. No, it wasn't cum, it was more like a girl's
squirt. Watery cum that splattered against his belly. And not much of it
either. Just what balls that small were able to produce.

His reaction after that orgasm? The one we all imagine. The one he's shown
before.

"Fuck, dude. Fuck. What have we done?"

He stood up and moved back. That ass covered in dried leaves that he
quickly brushed off with his hands. His abs wet with whatever came from his
clit. I stood up too, just to be above his eye level.

"Don't start. Don't freak out on me ever again. I'm tired of your
post-orgasm reactions." I then spoke in falsetto mimicking him: "Fuck. What
the fuck? What have you done? Fuck, dude. Fuck!"

"It's just..."

"It's nothing. I didn't force you to sit down here. It was just a bet. You
sat coz you wanted. Now behave like a fucking adult and accept the
consequences."

His silence was annoying me as much as his `fuck-dudes.'

"Will you listen, or will you just freak out again?" I insisted.

"I'm not freaking out, ok? Calm down." That was a different reaction. Well,
better than nothing.

"Calm down my ass. Let's make this clear, ok? I rubbed your clit as I do
with the bitches I fuck, and you squirted like a bitch. That's it. All I
want is you to say you understand it. Do you understand it?"

"Ok... Ok... Fuck. I was too horned up..."

"FUCK NO! Don't come with that shit." I had my finger pointed at his
face. "You squirted like a girl not because you were horny, but because you
liked it. Just accept it. Say you understand."

"OK! Fuck! Ok. Yeah! It was good, that's all. My nipples are sensitive, I
admit that..."

"Fuck me. Dude, sit down."

Patty was shaking. I guess he was taken by surprise and was now lost. He
didn't know what to say, or how to react. There was no denying it. He liked
what happened. No, he loved it. Still, measuring his steps, he moved toward
me then sat on the log. I followed him and sat on his side. I gave him time
to think. Time for both of us coz I also needed to relax.

"Are we good?" He asked after ten minutes or so.

The sun was still strong, but a light breeze made it somehow comfortable.

"We need to talk about some stuff before we move on. There's a fucking
elephant in the room, and we gotta stop pretending it's not there." He
nodded. Ok. "I'll go slowly, so we don't miss anything. I know this is
embarrassing, but it's just the two of us here. Did you know you could cum
like a girl?"

"Like a girl?" He had to play dumb.

"Yeah, by rubbing your clit."

I was speaking very calmly as a brother would.

"Well, not like that. I have when I was younger, you know, by rubbing
myself against the pillows..."

"That's something, but that's not what I meant. Be honest, have you ever
rubbed your clit as I did?"

"It's... uh..."

"Patty, I know it already. Let's be honest with each other, ok? You tell me
your stuff, and I'll tell you mine. That's what brothers are for, right?"

"I have once, yeah." I could tell he was deeply ashamed and talking about
this wasn't easy. He blushed but didn't stop. "But not like you did. I was
jerking off to porn, and I didn't want to cum too soon, so I was just
rubbing it, so I could last longer, which is totally normal."

"No, that's not normal. I could say otherwise, but I wouldn't be helping if
I lied to you. You've been living a lie for too many years, bro. Now,
seriously, have you ever seen guys jerking off like that? If a guy wants to
last longer, he can edge by stroking his meat from time to time rather than
doing it fast just to cum. I don't think I believe you anyway. I bet you've
done it way more than only once, but it doesn't matter. You know it, and
that's enough." I turned my face to see him. He was still staring at the
horizon. "You cummed like a girl. Guys don't cum like that..."

"And what's that even supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I'm a girl?
Listen to yourself, dude. I'm sure other dudes cum like this out there."

"Some would, yeah, some dudes who are like you. A few do cum like this, and
if you take a few in the whole world, well, it feels like it's a lot of
guys indeed, but compared to the whole population, then no, you're part of
a very small group."

"Still, what's your point?"

"You are a man, biologically. That's undeniable, of course. You can have
babies if you put that stuff that came from your clit into a woman. That's
not what I'm saying. I'm talking about sex and pleasure. And I'm saying
this as a brother. So, don't be so edgy, ok? You're wasting your time
trying to please yourself as other dudes do. Shit, every guy has different
kinks, different triggers... You're fooling yourself by trying to be like
the ones you see in porn."

"Still..."

"Let's be honest, ok? Have you ever felt so good fucking a girl with your
dick as you did now when I rubbed your clit?"

"It's because you touched my nipples..."

"C'mon, man. This is a yes or no question." I was trying not to get angry
again.

"No." He murmured.

"I played with your tits, yes. But that's also something girls like, not
guys. The question is, for how long will you deny your body, deny real
pleasure, just to be like other guys?" I did know men like having their
nipples touched, but I decided not to mention it now.

That's when he looked back at me. Fear in his eyes.

"Dude, no one can know this shit."

"I'm not talking about this. Relax. This is a space of trust here. Do you
see anyone else? It's just the two of us. Brothers. So, will you let
yourself have pleasure or not? That's what I'm asking."

"I don't know. What Alice will say?"

"Dude, I bet Alice will love it. I'm sure you can't please her or any other
chick with that clit, but if you learn how to get them off with your
tongue. Fuck, they'll love you a hundred, no, a thousand times more."

"I don't know."

"Can we at least try it?"

"What you mean? Try how?"

Patty was shaking. He wanted to leave, go far away from me and never
return. Everything was wrong. He had his very existence being questioned
and that was too much for his young head. The questions going through his
mind were ancient: what's the limit of pleasure? Is this a sin? What do I
do with this unknown person who inhabits me? Under other circumstances,
he'd yell and start a fight. But what could he do now his true identity has
been revealed? He was naked not only literally but metaphorically too.

"We can train you till you feel comfortable to be your real self with Alice
or any other chick. In here, you can ask me anything, we can go slow, you
know, till you feel like trying it with her. I can teach you how to lick a
pussy and, at the same time, we can work on you too. I can teach you how to
rub your clit properly, how to play with your tits. Anything. You can have
thousands of orgasms like this one you just had."

"Nah, I don't think so. This ain't right..."

"Dude, relax, ok? This will all stay between the two of us. If, in the end,
you decide this isn't for you, then you just say it and we stop. That's ok
with me. I won't tell anyone. This will die here. So, why not give it a
try? You got nothing to lose."

"I don't know!" He sounded desperate. He didn't have the answer to
that. Another deep breath. "Fuck, dude. This is so fucking
embarrassing. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He bounced his head up and down too
close to start punching his face.

"Hey, bro. It's just the two of us. If you ever going to try this, well,
then I guess it's now or never. You will never have another chance like
this. Stop thinking too much, ok? I'll be here with you all the time. You
can trust me."

He shut his eyes so tight it felt like he wanted his body, his existence,
to disappear engulfed by infinite darkness.

"Ok. Fuck. Ok... We can try, but it stays here and dies here." He opened
his eyes blue like sapphires staring at me. "But if I say enough, then it's
enough."

I ruffled his hair. He slapped my hand away as a little brother would.

"But there are rules you must follow." I continued.

"Here you come with your stupid rules. What rules?"

"Once we're here, you got to change your mentality. This is not about your
body only. This old you who wants to be like other guys is buried deep down
in your mind, and we have to make him go away."

"How? You won't ask me to dress like a hooker, right?"

"No. Clothes wouldn't change you. You gotta do as I asked before. From now
on, you don't talk about your dick, nipples, or asshole anymore. You have a
clit, tits, and a cunt. Once you understand that your body is wired
differently, then we can change this rule. It's just for now."

"And only between us?"

"The brotherhood, yes. But that's not all. I'll call you `girl,' sometimes,
or other names. Don't take it personally. Again, if you don't like it,
after a while, we can change it."

"You know this is sick, right?"

I smiled, and he returned it to me.

"One last thing."

"Gosh. Now you're gonna say I need to dress like a hooker?"

"No. Thing is I imagine you'll still think you have a dick and not a
clit. Well, it's understandable coz you've been told you have a dick for so
long, you won't forget it so easily. That's where I come in. In order to
take that idea that you've got a dick, I want you to play with mine. Not
only stroke my cock. No. I want you to study it. Really feel it in your
hands. Learn what is a real cock and how to please it. We do that till you
either understand you've got a clit, or if you change your mind and say you
want things to be like they were before."

"Let me see. You want me to think I have a... a clit and then you say you
want me to believe that even when I'm fucking chicks. I can't use a clit to
fuck'em."

"Nah, that's not what I said. I said that if you follow my guidance, you
won't need to fuck them. I know it doesn't sound like a good plan
now. That's why I'm saying you should give it a try now and then, if you
don't like it, you give up."

"You know this won't work, right? Who's the man who'd give up on fucking
women to jerk off instead?"

"A man like you." It was extremely hard to convince Patty of
anything. Sometimes, I felt like it was all but a waste of time to be with
him. I'd think I should just let him go, but there was a voice inside of me
that didn't let me. I needed Patty for reasons I couldn't understand. Since
the first time I saw him, and after everything we've been through together,
I just needed him.

Above all, I knew one thing for sure, Patty also needed me. I could
understand him as no one else, and I was certain he wanted to leave me. He
longed for the life he once had before meeting me. I woke up a monster
within him that he'd rather see forever asleep. However, once awake, he
understood the monster was part of him and one couldn't live without the
other. He projected that monster onto me, which led us to fight all the
time, but without me, he'd be missing the only thing that made him
unique. The problem is it was way easier to just be like everyone else
instead. He had also awakened something in me that I still didn't
recognize. Something that I would rather see neglected, but that now
dominated me.

"Listen, let's train a little more, ok?" I suggested.

Patty didn't move, and I realized I had to make myself clearer:

"I mean train your muscles. We think about clits and cocks later."

"Yeah, that'd be better."

I didn't bother wearing clothes, neither did Patty. That was already a
great achievement for the two of us. I didn't like to be naked around dudes
I considered bitches. I believed clothes were how I distanced myself from
them. Clothes created a subliminal distinction between the alpha and the
beta.

With Patty, however, I didn't see the importance of clothes as a symbol of
dominance. There was that time with Aaron where I remained naked while I
forced him to hide his shameful dick. The experience that day was different
too. But with Patty, the whole thing changed again. I liked seeing the two
of us naked coz, this way, it was a lot easier to see who the man and the
girl in that relationship were. There was no need for arguments, and Patty
would be able to see that and absorb the information a lot easier too. It
was a win-win game for the two of us.

When I watched Patty using the monkey bar, I paid close attention to his
clit. I didn't need to use much imagination to see that as a clit. Yeah, it
was ok with me. His clit didn't disturb me as I thought it would. The best
part is how he also didn't mind his nudity. The once so reserved and
complexed boy, who was so afraid of showing his tiny clit and big cunt, was
now naked there totally comfortable in his birthday suit. I couldn't stop
but thinking that he was showcasing his body for me. He wanted me to look
at him. My eyes were setting him free from the restraints he created for
himself over the years. It was a liberating experience for him and for me
too.

By now, the sun wasn't so hot anymore, but Patty was drenched in sweat. I
invited him back to the camping area, so he could relax and hydrate.

"That's a good idea." He walked towards one of the coolers that I knew was
empty.

"No, girl. It's in the other one."

"Ok."

I called him `girl', and he didn't even look at me. That was a great sign.

"Hey, take one for me too."

"Ok." He was motivated. His muscles pumped up, his body reddish, the blue
of his eyes was lighter than usual.

We sat at the tree log, and for whatever reason, Patty held his clit with
his left hand.

"Why are you holding your clit?" I asked matter-of-factly.

"Nothing. It's just every time I'm naked, I don't know. It's a habit, I
guess."

"I see. Well, I don't see why to change that. You're used to holding a cock
when you're naked, you can still do that, right?"

"Yeah, why not, right?" He laughed. With his left hand, he held the bottle
and drank from it. "Bro, it's kinda nice to be here like this. It feels
natural. I don't know."

"Sure." I laughed and then looked at him to the point he felt my eyes
bothering him.

"What?" He asked.

"I said you can still hold a cock when you're naked, but you're not holding
it."

"How come?" He was still holding his clit and looking quizzically at me.

I motioned my head toward my cock without breaking eye contact.

"There's only one cock here, and you're not holding it."

"What? Do you want me to hold your dick like this?"

"While we're training, let's say my dick is our dick, ok? I'm being a good
bro and lending him to you for now. I told you before, you won't forget
about your dick if you don't use mine. Hopefully, soon you'll understand
you have a clit..."

"Ok, dude. I understand it already. You keep repeating it..."

"I'll repeat till you learn, ok?" I changed the tone of my voice to let him
know I wasn't playing games.

I think he understood me straightaway as his right hand moved to my legs
and took hold of my cock.

"Good girl." I took another sip of my water. "So, how was training now? I
don't see you struggling anymore."

It took Patty a few seconds to hold my cock without thinking too much about
it. It was good to a certain point. I wanted him to do that all the time,
but eventually, he'd need to focus on it too and be aware of his actions.

"So, I guess that part over there would be a better challenge if we tilted
it a little further." He pointed to a part of the circuit with his left
hand, while the right was still holding my cock that was fully hard by now.

"We can do that next week."

"Awesome!"

"Ready for further training?"

"Sure. I think my legs are a little sore, but the arms are still fine."

"Great, coz this training only needs arms." He looked puzzled for a couple
of seconds. "Kneel between my legs and let's start it."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, girl. C'mon. Let's start it coz soon we'll need to head home."

It's not like he's done this for the first time, so he didn't fight
me. Holding my cock wasn't news to him, jerking me off wasn't either, but
this was a good time to move a little further.

Patty was stroking my cock as he used to. Again, this was an ok handjob,
but nothing spectacular. Things had to change.

"Don't stroke it yet, girl. You can do that soon. For now, I want you to
just hold it in your hand. Yes, just hold it like this. That's thick,
right?"

"Yeah, course."

"That's thick coz that's a real cock. That's the first cock you've ever had
in your hand. You got to learn what to do with it. You can't just start
jerking him off without focusing your attention on him first. Look at him,
ok? Don't look at me. Keep your eyes on him. You have to get used to him,
know him well."

"Do you want me to stay here looking at him?"

I noticed he was having a hard time trying to find a good position while he
remained there on his knees.

"Yeah, you better sit down or you're gonna fall. Just cross your legs and
get closer to him."

I should've found him a cushion or something, but his ass was big enough. I
was afraid that he would get shy again if I stopped him once again.

"When I rubbed your clit before, I noticed you squirt fast. Not even five
minutes, and you were done. Do you always squirt that fast?"

He quickly looked at me and returned the gaze to my cock.

"Not really..."

"So only when I rub your clit?"

"No..."

"But you did squirt fast."

"It's hard to talk with you. You don't listen."

"Relax, ok? I'm gonna help you last longer."

Patty remained quiet, which pleased me. Normally, he'd say something that'd
piss me off, but he was behaving so well now. I could only imagine he did
want to learn how to last longer and please Alice after all. Probably, I
didn't know much about his relationship with her. For example, the nature
of their fights. Was she nasty in bed when he couldn't please her? I had no
idea, but that was what I thought when I saw Patty this collaborative. He
believed I could help him, so I should use his trust in me to my advantage.

"Pay attention and don't say anything till I'm finished." I started. "We
both know you cum like a girl, but if you want to fuck a chick, you gotta
at least act like a man. With your mouth or a dildo, you'll get her off,
but you must do that like a man. The only problem is that you can't be a
man if you don't know how to deal with a cock. You're learning it now, but
you can't learn it all by just holding or jerking him off. I need you to
think of him as yours, take care of him as you would take care of your dick
if you had one. You'll start to learn what it means to last long by making
me last long."

He scoffed.

"What?" I asked.

"I still can't see how this will work."

"That's what I told you before. We give this a try, if you don't think it's
working then we give up and stop this. Don't think I feel comfortable with
a dude touching my dick, but if it means I'm helping you then I don't
mind. Seriously, I don't need this."

"Ok. Ok. So, how do I do this?"

As I watched Patty, I realized this would be a one-time thing. There was no
doubt that by next week he would say it wasn't working and that we should
just stop this. I would have to think very carefully about what to say to
convince him he needed my cock.

"You become a better man when you learn how to edge. When you understand
how to control yourself but still enjoy the sensations you get from
it. That's a control that comes from a space between your brain and your
cock. I'm not touching my dick, so it's your brain on one end, and my cock
on the other. You need to understand the signs I give when I'm about to cum
and stop before I do. For now, you can pretend I'm not even here. All you
got is my dick. Make him yours. Look at him and memorize him. He's yours
now."

"Ok. I'll try."

Yeah, he would definitely quit. He'd decided to play nice and, this way,
not give me a reason to start a fight. Next weekend, he'd ask me not to do
this again and hope we'd be back to the brotherhood we had before where he
was back to believing he was a normal man with a dick between his legs.

"My dick is long enough for both your hands," I suggested.

Patty used his right hand on the top end of my cock, while the left gently
stroked the lower part where my cock connected with the balls.

I gave him a few minutes but never stopped watching him. In the beginning,
he even had a small grin on his lips, as if saying this was just a joke,
but eventually, it wasn't fun anymore, and he understood what he was
doing. No, he didn't freak out, but I could see in his eyes that he was
transfixed. Both hands on the meat and the head was still out of his
grip. The shaft so thick his fingers could barely touch, while prefuck
oozed onto his hand turning that into a sloppy handjob.

A few more minutes and Patty wasn't jerking me off, but massaging my
cock. Just like a child who grew up envying his rich neighbour who owned
all the stuff he could never afford, he was finally allowed to put his hand
on the most expensive and impressive toy he's ever laid his eyes
upon. Still, like a child, he didn't want to let the neighbour notice how
impressed he was, he didn't want to let the neighbour know how envious he
was. But such resolution couldn't last once he forgot the neighbour's
presence.

I could go on like this, but I wanted him to know I was there. He could and
should play with my dick, but he had to know it belonged to me.

"He's liking it, but he's not that fragile. You can hold it tighter."

"Ok."

He didn't say another word coz he didn't want me to keep looking at him. If
he turned this into an argument, he'd all but make me more aware of his
presence and his hands on my cock. He knew I wouldn't let him get out
before getting me off, so he'd better behave and obey me.

"Spread the precum on the head. You don't leak much, right?"

"Not really." Patty wasn't totally conscious by now, so the answers flowed
more easily.

His compliance was also complete. He wasn't obeying me just to please me,
he wanted to try everything he could while he still had my toy in his
hands. I guess he decided to just surrender and enjoy the experience as he
thought he wouldn't be doing that ever again.

"Precum is another part of being a man you need to understand. A cock
always feels better when there's lots of precum so there's less
friction. Lube is so fucking important. Spit on it and you'll see how your
hands will slide a lot easier around the shaft."

He was a smart kid. He spat on his hand and resumed the stroking.

"No, you shouldn't stop jerking him. Spit on the head like this. That's how
men do."

I let a long glob of saliva fall slowly onto my cock, and on his
hands. Patty was mesmerized. I don't think he's ever done that. He stood on
his knees and did the same.

"Yes, girl. Very good. It feels different on the hand, right?"

"Fuck, it does." He smirked. "It's a lot easier like this."

"The problem of big cocks like ours here is that you need a lot of salivae
to cover it all from the top to the bottom. Also, saliva dries too fast, so
you need to keep adding up all the time. We can do it together, so he can
feel better."

"Ok."

I spat more. Then it was his turn. We were both doing that till I waited
for him to bend over my body, head a foot away from my dick between my
mouth and my crotch, and let another big glob of saliva fall, but it now
hit him on the back of the neck.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were there," I said.

"Watch out, man."

"I'll try." I lied, of course. "Can you feel him throbbing?"

"Yeah."

"It means our cock there is enjoying the attention. That's nice, isn't it?"

"It always does that?" He asked as a good pupil trying to take mental
notes.

"Yeah. Wanna learn a nice trick?"

"What's that?"

"Spit on his head and use the palm of your right hand on the tip like
you're polishing it. That's what we call polish the knob."

"Ok."

"Yeah. That's it. The head is so sensitive. Can you feel him throbbing
more?"

"Fuck, man. That's true. Ha."

"Awesome, right?"

"So, when it throbs, it feels good?"

"Sure. And the balls usually tight up a little too."

"No way."

"I'm telling you. Here, I'll hold him, keep your right hand on the knob and
hold the balls with your left. Yeah. Can you feel it?"

I couldn't see his face, as his head was still facing my cock from the top,
but I knew he was smiling.

"Fuck, dude. That's true. I didn't know you could feel it with the hands."

"I'm telling you. Sometimes, you start playing with a cock and time flies
so fast. It's really fun. Wanna know another trick?"

"Yeah."

"I call it cunt hands. Clench your right hand into a fist. See that the
part where your index finger meets the palm looks like a cunt? You can make
it tighter or looser depending on how you want to fuck it. Press that part
against the cock head and let it slide in. Yeah, baby. Fuck, it feels
good. Do it again. Use more saliva."

What can I say? Patty was doing a good job, and we were both having a lot
of fun. I spat on his head other times, and he wasn't even complaining
anymore.

"Are there other techniques?" He asked.

"Sure. Let's try the reverse hands."

"What's that?"

"It's like you were doing at first, but now the thumbs face the balls."

I could measure Patty's enthusiasm based on the speed of the stroking, the
tightness of the grip, the way he would spit on the cock's tip and move his
head sometimes to a short distance from my crotch.

"Can you smell him? I bet you can. I can from here."

"I think so."

"That's how men smell. It gets stronger the more prefuck it leaks. It's
like you're battering the precum with your hands and with that, you help
our dick to release his true aroma."

"A little too strong, I think."

"Of course, that's pheromone. Chicks have their smell too, which is a lot
stronger than this. As you'll start spending a lot of time licking pussies,
you'll smell stuff like this very frequently. You better get used to
it. It's the smell of sex, which is good, right?"

He didn't answer this time, so I don't think he agreed with me. But that
was ok too, coz things would change sooner or later.

"I know you don't agree, but you're gonna smell something similar when you
go down on Alice. When that happens let her know you love this. Chicks love
it when you say you love everything about them. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Use more saliva. He's getting dry."

After an hour or so of constant stimulation, I wanted to cum. Patty found
that he enjoyed playing with my dick head, probably because that's how it
throbbed the most. He was fascinated with how it throbbed in his hands.

"It's fun to play with a dick?"

"It's different."

"Course. It's the first one you ever touched. But is it fun?"

"It's not bad."

"Ok, babe. Just have fun then. Grab him with your two hands and stroke it
faster."

Patty was still looking down at my cock where he could spit from time to
time. I slowly put my hand on the back of his head to stop him from moving
back.

"Yes, faster. Fuck." I decided not to tell him I was gonna cum again.

Like that, my cock spurted five-strong volleys of cum right onto his
face. Patty was taken by surprise and tried to get away, but my hand on his
head stopped him. The thing is his hands were still stroking my cock. He
couldn't let it go.

I let him go when I was done. I expected him to stand up and yell at me,
but he didn't.

"Fuck, man. Again?"

He didn't sound pissed. I wish I knew why, but I had my own conclusions. I
imagine that now he was having fun. He created a connection with my dick,
and he knew it would spurt eventually. Probably, he did want to see it? I
guess he did. Maybe he wanted to receive that facial? I'm not sure, but I
was happy to see him still calm even with cum running down his face.

Patty cleaned part of it with his hand but left a few drops to dry.

"Your clit is hard," I remarked.

"I was thinking about Alice." He spoke defensively.

Was it the case? Maybe. I can't say for sure. He could be thinking of a
cock fucking her. The point is my cock did make him hard even if not
directly.

"Ok, we better go back to town before the sun sets."

"Won't you touch... rub me?"

"I did it once already. You better control yourself. You did me once
too. So let's leave it like this. Next time, we can think about it again,
right?"

I don't think Patty had thought about this before. He wouldn't get me
rubbing his clit if he didn't play with my cock first. I could only hope he
would be anxiously waiting for my touch, so eager he'd be willing to jerk
me off again.

"Ok." Now he sounded pissed, but that he did his best to keep his anger
contained.

On our way back, I played tunes I knew he enjoyed. We stopped for ice
cream, and eventually, he was relaxed again. I couldn't have him angry at
me the whole week and then waste time next weekend trying to calm him
down. Besides, he was more docile now. It was difficult to think whether
this new side of him would last or not, but I believed his attitude was
changing. The way he played with my cock was proof that he was considering
adopting this new behaviour toward me.

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