Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2015 00:47:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: JAM <jamdafreak@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coleman Family Values - Part 1

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COLEMAN FAMILY VALUES

By JAM da freak

PART ONE – PAXTON BECOMES A MAN AND MASTER

Birthdays are special days to one and all, but milestones vary in different
families and for different boys. For some sixteen is the special marker,
when they score a license and their first car. For others, eighteen and
technical legal adulthood is the day, or twenty-one, when they can put that
fake ID away and buy their own beer. But for young men in the Coleman
family, thirteen is the magic number. It's the turning point, the day when
a boy becomes a man, and the doors of the sacred Coleman family fraternity
are opened for new pledges.

Paxton Coleman II had long been told that his thirteenth birthday would be
a special one, though it had never been explained to him just why or what
the special celebration entailed. Nevertheless, he counted the days with
great impatience until his birthday arrived. By the time it did, his braces
had finally come off and his smile was perfect. His cocoa skin was still
baby smooth, but he could feel his body starting to develop. He had a nice,
neatly shaped bush coming in just above his peter, though he'd yet to find
a single hair growing on his small ball sac.

On the eve of his birthday, his daddy had taken him to the barbershop for a
fresh haircut. His mini afro now perfectly shaped, his daddy stopped to
pick up McDonalds for the boy on the way home. And as soon as Paxton had
devoured it, his daddy, Paxton Sr., sent him upstairs to take a nap.

"But daddy, I'm not a baby. I don't take naps anymore," Paxton said,
obviously annoyed.

"No, but you need to rest up for tonight. Now not another word," he said,
swatting his son's bottom playfully. "Go."

Paxton obeyed the command, careful not to let his consternation show. Once
in his room, he kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt
and sat on the edge of his bed in his briefs. He didn't even bother putting
on his pajamas. He was just hours away from becoming a man, and it no
longer felt appropriate to wear them. Instead, he pulled back the covers
and slid into his bed. Anticipation kept him wide awake for nearly thirty
minutes, but finally sleep overtook him and he slumbered peacefully.

It was pitch dark when his daddy shook him awake, and the alarm clock on
his nightstand indicated it was just after 11 p.m. Before he could speak,
his daddy did.

"Go jump in the shower," he instructed. "And wash good."

Paxton did as he was told. He wanted to know more of what was to happen but
reminded himself that only kids kept asking `but why' when their parents
gave them orders. If he was about to be a man, he needed to start acting
like one. Puffing his chest out in front of him, he grabbed his robe before
marching to the bathroom. He felt his boy boner in his briefs – it was
always that way when he woke up now – and considered playing with it in
the shower. But mindful that his daddy had told him to hurry, he ran the
water cool to calm it down and barely touched it when it came time to scrub
that part of his body.

His daddy hadn't specified what he should wear, so he called out to him to
ask.

"It don't matter, you won't have it on for long."

Unsure of what that meant, he slipped on a clean pair of jeans and another
T-shirt. He had just begun using deodorant in recent weeks, and he swiped
some across both of his armpits in the bathroom before spraying a little of
his daddy's cologne on his left wrist and rubbing it into his right, just
like his daddy had shown him.

It was 11:30 by the time they left. Paxton didn't remember ever leaving the
house so late at night, but his daddy had told him that the special
thirteenth birthday celebration always started at the stroke of the
midnight. Tomorrow, he knew, the whole family would join for a special
birthday party and there'd be cake and presents. But tonight, his daddy
told him, "It's all about men doing what men do."

Paxton didn't know what men did, but looking at the clock he saw he
wouldn't have to wait long to learn. It was a quarter to 12 when they
pulled up at his cousin Cedric's condo. Inside, he found Cedric, as well as
Cedric's daddy, his granddaddy and his Uncle Troy, all waiting for him.

"Hey birthday boy, you ready for your big night?" his granddaddy asked him.

"I guess so," he replied, before realizing that the manly answer would have
been "yes sir." It didn't seem to matter and no one said anything about it
as they went back to watching the news.

Paxton watched those last few aggravating minutes before midnight move by
slow as molasses. Finally, just as the second hand on the clock approached
the 12, his granddaddy spoke.

"OK, it's time," he said. "Cedric will take you in for the first part of
the celebration since it's his house and his bitch we're using tonight."

Paxton's eyes nearly bulged out of his head hearing that, and he was
suddenly more confused than ever. His cousin seemed to sense that as he
reached for his hand and led him slowly from the room. He heard the rest of
the men whistle and cat call while he walked away. "Go get `em, tiger,"
shouted his Uncle Troy after a few seconds.

At the end of the hall, Cousin Cedric put both hands on his shoulders and
stooped down a bit to look him in the eye. Cousin Cedric had smooth
chocolate skin, and deep almond shaped eyes. He also, Paxton couldn't help
noticing, had thick, full lips that parted easily to reveal his stunning
smile.

"Now don't be scared," Cousin Cedric told him. "What you don't understand
you'll learn soon, and I won't leave you. I'll help you with anything you
need. And when you finish, you'll be a man. A real Coleman man."

Paxton, who was by now feeling butterflies in his stomach, looked
unconvinced.

"You want to be a real Coleman man, don't you, Paxton," Cousin Cedric
pressed.

"Yes, sir," he said, mustering up as much bravado as he could manage.

"OK, then. It's time."

Cousin Cedric motioned for him to open the door. Paxton had no idea what
he'd find waiting for him inside, but what was waiting for him was the last
thing in the world he expected. There, on the bed, was a man. A white
man. A naked white man. He was face down on the bed, resting his chest on
his folded arms. And his butt, his pale white butt, was pushed up high in
the air at the end of the bed. Then, suddenly, without speaking, the white
man began to wiggle his butt and grind himself onto the bed.

Petrified, Paxton hadn't moved from his position in the hall. Then after a
few seconds, Cousin Cedric gave him a nudge.

"There's your bitch," he said. "Well, actually he's my bitch. But tonight
he's all yours. Go ahead, Paxton. He's waiting for you."

After another little shove, Paxton walked reluctantly into the room. His
eyes remained glued to the bed, from where the white man's booty hole
seemed to be winking at him. Paxton closed his eyes and shook his head for
a few seconds, thinking maybe he was still asleep and having the strangest
dream ever. A pinch on the neck convinced him he was, in fact, wide
awake. Watching him stand so uncertain, Cousin Cedric couldn't help but
smile and think back to his special day, his first time pumping a white
bitch full of black seed, and all the fear and exhilaration the experience
was filled with.

As per tradition, and signifying that Paxton still was, in these final
moments before his first insemination, a boy, Cousin Cedric began to
undress him. His fingers brushed against Paxton's puffy little nipples,
which stood out ever so slightly from his smooth chest, as he pulled his
shirt up over his head. Paxton stood there silently, his hands on his
cousin's shoulders, as he lifted his legs up one at a time allowing Cousin
Cedric take off his sneakers and socks. Cousin Cedric unbuttoned his jeans
and pulled them down, and the little bulge in his briefs let the elder
cousin know he was ready for this, even if Paxton did not yet realize
it. It was in his blood. This is what all Coleman men were made for.

"Are you ready?" Cousin Cedric asked him, and, unable to speak, Paxton
simply nodded. Cousin Cedric put his hands Paxton's shoulders, walked him
behind the bitch and put him in position. The bitch's ass is low and
hanging over the end of the bed to reach the right height for the young
buck who was about to seed him. Cousin Cedric gave it a smack and the bitch
jumped in response.

"Don't be afraid of him, Paxton. He's your bitch for the night. You can
handle him any way you wanna. He's here for your pleasure."

Cousin Cedric put his hands on top of Paxton's and placed them on the
bitch's ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Then he motioned for Paxton to
keep his hands in place as he removed his larger ones, placed his left on
Paxton's shoulder and wrapped his right hand around the base of Paxton's
penis. He's a Coleman, and already impressive. Nearly five solid inches,
pleasantly plump and smooth but firm. Cousin Cedric pushed him into the
bitch's waiting hole, which is all lubed and, literally, warmed up, while
the novice continued to unwittingly hold the bitch's pussy open.

He's not been fucked yet tonight. In fact, Cousin Cedric has kept him
untouched for the past week in preparation of the ceremony. So he's tight
around Paxton's cocklet and as his ass lips grip it, Paxton instantly grows
even more erect inside him. Cedric moved his hands now to Paxton's butt and
pushed him into the bitch, repeatedly, with brutal force. So young and
inexperienced, Paxton's eyes open, close, and roll back inside his head as
if possessed by some voodoo curse. He gets in only ten pumps, maybe a
dozen, before he goes rigid in his cousin's hands. He made gurgling sounds
with his mouth – for he had no words to describe what he was feeling and
even if he did he's been rendered unable to speak coherently – while his
penis ejaculates a small but potent dollop of Coleman baby batter into the
bitch's ass. Experienced pro that he is, the bitch continued to squeeze and
grip Paxton's penis, making sure to milk out every precious drop, until
finally Cousin Cedric gave his ass a playful little slap signally him to
let go.

Cousin Cedric had expected this, known that Paxton would not last long his
first go round. None of them ever did. So as Paxton's breathing returned to
normal and his body began to relax, Cousin Cedric pulled him out of the
bitch and gingerly walked him around to face his slut.

"Atta' boy, Paxton," Cousin Cedric told him then.  "You've just seeded your
first white bitch. Now you're a man."

Paxton just smiled sheepishly in response.

"How did it feel?"

"He was squeezin' my thingie so hard, Cousin Cedric. I thought he was gonna
break it off."

"That's what he was supposed to do," Cousin Cedric explained, a hint of
pride in his voice knowing that his bitch, who he frequently fucked so
thoroughly and deeply, still knew how to keep his junk tight and firm. "So
did you like it?"

"Yeah, but I can't believe you put my thingie right up his rectum."

"It's a pussy, Paxton. Men have assholes and bitches have pussies."

Paxton diverted his eyes, uncomfortable with that kind of talk.

"Go ahead, say it," Cousin Cedric instructed. "Say `pussy'."

"Pussy," Paxton said with a giggle. "Pussy, pussy, pussy."

"Atta boy."

Gently, Cousin Cedric placed his young cousin's newly used manhood upon his
bitch's lips. It's clean as a whistle. He didn't penetrate the bitch deeply
enough to dirty himself, and he pumped him barely long enough to break a
sweat. Cousin Cedric then knelt behind Paxton, wrapped an arm around his
waist and braced him as his knees were weak and he was clearly having
difficulty standing.

The bitch watched for a second as his erection continued to shrivel, and
allowed it to recess into itself a bit before he began the task of
restoring it to full hardness. He didn't need to be told what to do, he
knew instinctively what was expected of him as he licked on the hairless
nut sack and it tickled him with his tongue, which caused Paxton to
shiver. Using no hands, the bitch tongued at the slit of his dick head
delicately before his mouth encompassed him totally. Paxton's balls rested
right beneath the bitch's tongue while his penis lay on top of it. Desire
gripping him, the bitch pressed his nose firmly against Paxton's tiny bush
as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of burgeoning manhood, of Coleman
virility at its inception.

Paxton swelled inside the bitch's mouth instantly. The bitch allowed
Paxton's boy balls to slide out of his mouth and started to kiss his
dick. Paxton's legs grew steadier now and Cousin Cedric released his waist,
put his hands back on top on Paxton's and this time placed both of them on
the back of the bitch's head. Paxton's mouth hung open. He's was
concentrating on mastering every aspect of the process, of completing this
ritual to his cousin's satisfaction. Cousin Cedric stood looking over his
young cousin's shoulder, pressed the weight of his body against him and
wordlessly taught him to fuck a bitch's mouth. Cousin Cedric lets him face
fuck the bitch hands free for a few minutes, proud of how quickly he took
to it, of his natural rhythm, before speaking.

"Get back in that pussy, boy. Time for round two."

This time, Cedric released the cub into the wilderness on his own. He let
him find his own way as the young buck took what he needed for sustenance
and claimed it as his. He moved back around to bitch's backside, guided his
missile to the target and deployed it without any assistance at all. In no
time, he was as deep inside the bitch as he could reach.

"Take your time, Lil' Man," Cousin Cedric instructed. "There's no
rush. Fuck him deep but fuck him slow. Makes it better for the bitch and,
fuck him, makes it better for you. Get a good long fucking in. That's what
a bitch is here for."

He smiled up at his older cousin, grateful for the instruction and
encouraging words, and then his hands fell naturally upon the bitch's
waist. He rocked himself gently against the slut in front of him, grunting
as he attempted to force himself still deeper inside. His first load out of
the way, he has that natural Coleman stamina. Cousin Cedric watched with
pride as his hand rears back and Paxton slapped the bitch's ass without any
encouragement. He was a natural. It's in his blood. And soon, his blood
pumped in his penis as he prepared to inseminate the bitch for a second
time.

"I'm gonna shoot my stuff in him," he cried out, obviously asking for his
older cousin's permission.

"Yeah, that's it," Cousin Cedric encouraged him. "Nut him up. Nut his
faggot pussy up."

Paxton moaned loudly as the bitch milked his second load out of
him. Shivering, his eyes closed and he collapsed on top of the bitch's
back. His sweat has added a sheen to his smooth skin, and Cousin Cedric
watched as his bitch closed his eyes contentedly, feeling the young buck's
wetness upon him.

"Now come over here so he can clean your dick off," Cousin Cedric told
him. "Always make a bitch clean your dick off when you're done with him."

Paxton pulled out with a plop and rushed over, eager to please. He shoved
himself inside the bitch's mouth roughly, already more comfortable with his
position, his natural birthright, and stood there beaming at Cousin Cedric.

"Just give him a good slap when you're nice and clean. He won't pull off
your dick till you make him. Hell, he'd suck it all night long if you'd let
him – that's the way white bitches are – but we got other stuff to do
right now."

Seconds later, Paxton let loose and whacked the bitch a good one, nice and
hard, just the way Cousin Cedric knew his bitch liked it.

Looking at him there on the bed, Cousin Cedric addressed him: "Now what do
you say?"

"Thank you, Master Paxton," the bitch replied happily.

Paxton glowed as he looked up at his Cousin Cedric, content yet craving
more.

"C'mon," Cousin Cedric told him. "Let's go tell everyone how you did."

Cousin Cedric walked him then, still naked, into the living room. There
Paxton found all the other men, to his great surprise, naked and waiting,
most of them with beer in hand.

"Men," Cousin Cedric said then, "Paxton is now one of us. He's a boy no
more."

Excitedly, they all stood and proceeded to pat him on the back, their big
dicks just swinging in front of them. No one seemed shy about it, and the
sight started to make Paxton tingle once more.

"How'd he do?" Paxton Sr. asks.

"He's a natural," said Cousin Cedric. "A true Coleman man."

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To be continued...

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JAM da freak
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