He Hollered, but Camron did not Pay Chapter 4 Written by Jonah Gunn All Rights Reserved
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I am behind on sending out the inside information that I need to send about Cam. Its been difficult to keep track of everybody that has sent their fag tax contribution. I have my brother Terry now tracking all of the names with email addresses and contribution amounts. I will make sure that those that made the largest contributions get the inside info first, and the most info. I cannot guarantee that everybody will get the same amount of info, as its only fair that those fags and masters that contribute larger amounts get it first and the most.
OK. Here's where I left off. My new faggot had just learned how to swallow my load. My parents were due home at any minute, and I was standing in my living room, with my neighbor brian kneeling at my feet, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth, and my brother Terry standing in the front doorway, with the door open.
Now Terry was the same age as Cam. Two years older than me. They knew each other but didn't hang out. You see Terry is NOT an alpha male at all. He does not work out, does not play sports and does not have a cock. He's one of those guys that only has a pee pee. No self-confidence, and not much in the way of 'having a set' if you know what I mean. Cam and I, on the other hand, both played sports, worked out and had 'balls' bigger than brains.
So there he was, standing in the doorway, just starring at my 9" cock dripping with siliva, wagging in front of brains face. Dumbfounded, he just looked at me with a blank stare, until I told him to come in and close the door, which he did. Brian was in total shock. Now not only did I know he was a fag, but Terry did as well. He was beside himself. He tried to get up, but you already know that I wasn't about to let that happen. Not until Terry got a good eyeful, and the fag brian was totally humiliated. So I pushed on his shoulders and made the stupid cocksucker kneel right where he was. Terry just continued to stare.
Thirty seconds later, he gives me his "big brother" tone of voice and says, "what the hell is going on here"? Like I'm gonna be intimidated by this wimp of an older brother. Up to this point I had never felt the need to gloat my superiority over him. He was after all, my big brother. But there was no way I was going to allow him to use that tone with me in front of my new faggot. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to anyway?
Now, like I said, I knew my parents were due home within minutes, so I couldn't just reach out and slap the stupid fuck. His face would be all red and we would have some explaining to do. So I simply walked over to him, grabbed him by his hair with my left hand, yanked his face in close to me, and spit right into his face. I was considerably stronger, so there was nothing he could do. I told him to go upstairs to his room, and I would deal with him as soon as I finished with fag brian. The cunt didn't know what to do. If he went upstairs he would be admitting that I was the one in charge. If he stayed, he would have to offer some resistance, and no doubt get his ass kicked. He turned and walked down the hallway to the staircase and disappeared out of sight.
Another bingo moment.
Returning my focus now to my new favorite cocksucker, I was reminded about the urgency to get him off of his knees' by he car door slamming in the driveway. I told him to get up and wipe his mouth, which he did. It was not unusual for brian to be over my house after school, as we were together often, so his being in the house would not be a problem. Kneeling on the floor with my cum oozing out of his lips would be considerably more difficult to explain.
As my parents entered the house, subfagboy brian made his exit, exchanging pleasantries with my parents. I just said "later" as he departed. Mom asked me how my day was, as was her custom. I told her it had been great so far and I was looking forward to making it even better. She had no idea that it meant I was about to initiate her first born into my faggot circle. She said, "Thats wonderful Jonah. Go upstairs and get ready for dinner. It will be ready in half an hour or so.". So off I went, upstairs to begin my older brothers training. Poor fuck, had no idea what was about to happen.
I opened the door to Terry's room. He was still in his school clothes, sitting at his desk, doing homework I guess. He looked up at me and asked why I had spit in his face when we were downstairs. I told him that if I wanted to spit in his face, I would. In fact no matter what I wanted to do from now on I was gonna do. I told him that he had no business trying to play big brother in front of fag brian.
He asked why brian was kneeling in front of me and why I had my cock out. (not very smart either as well as not being athletic). I told him that brian was a faggot and that I had made him suck my cock, and swallow my cum. He started to figgit in his seat, shifting his weight back and forth, as I told him the story about brian rubbing my leg and me shooting cum all over his face. It was at that moment that I realized that he was throwing a boner (such that it was with that little pee pee). My brother was getting off on listening to how I broke in my first faggot. I walked a little closer to where he was sitting just to see if he really was getting a hardon.
He pushed his chair a little father under his desk so I wouldn't be able to see his crotch.
The closer I got, the more nervous he seemed to get. I was still telling him about my faggot, him listening intently. As I got right up near his desk, his gaze snaked downward toward my crotch, then back up to meet my eyes. I stood there. He again diverted his eyes down to my crotch, which had now realized that it was going to get serviced again, for the second time in an hour. My snake began to expand and as it did, so did my brothers eyes. His pupils got as wide as I've ever seen them. He kept looking at me in the eyes and then back down to check out my junk.
I knew we only had about 20 minutes left before dinner and now, I definately needed to get off again. So I didn't have much time to 'break terry in' so to speak. I reached down and grabbed my 9 incher through my pants. I said" this what you want bro"? He said, "no, I'm not a faggot like brian". All I could do was laugh in his face. The tears started to form in his eyes. Again, if it had not been for the fact that we both had to face our parents in minutes, I would have slapped him silly. So I just grabbed his hair again, and pulled him off his chair onto his knees. He looked so pathetic. My older brother was about to suck my cock. I wasn't sure if I was breaking him in for the first time ever that he had a cock in his mouth or if the faggot had sucked cock before. At this point it didn't matter. I told him to unzip my zipper. He looked up at me and said, "I don't want to do this". There was a moment where I almost felt sorry for him. No I can't lie to you. I never felt sorry for the asshole. He's a faggot. Not his fault I guess, he was born that way. But he was gonna suck my cock, and I only had about 15 minutes to get it done.
I reached over and grabbed his hair again and pulled his face into my crotch. He offered a little resistance, which was overcome by my strength. I held his head there while I told him to smell what a real man smelt like. I moved his head back away from my crotch so he could get access to my zipper. Again I told him to unzip me. He did nothing but look up at me. Oh how I wished that I had more time. This was a perfect opportunity to slap the mother fucker silly, but I had no time. I pulled on his hair a little tighter, and spat in his face again. I said, "PULL DOWN MY ZIPPER". Resolved to the inevitable, he reached up and started to unzip my pants. As he did my rock hard cock plopped out and struck him in the chin. I said, "look fagboy, we only have 15 minutes, and I am going to cum before we go downstairs, one way or the other. Open your fucking mouth and put my cock in"
I was as surprised as he was, when he opened his mouth and I leaned forward to get 3 inches of my cock into its new warm wet home. I stopped to allow him the opportunity to realize the enormity of the situation, but I didn't have much time. I held his head and started to thrust back and forth, each time pushing just a little deeper into my fag-sub-bro's hot mouth. Today was not going to be the day I would teach him how I liked to get my cock sucked. No time. Today was just a warm wet place for me to dump my load. And dump it I did. I held his head tightly, and I shot volley after volley into his unwilling mouth. Try as he might to un-attach himself from my tool, I held his mouth there to accept my load. He was sputtering and spiting, trying not to swallow. I pushed deeper, making sure that at least some got over his tongue so he could taste it and some made its way into his belly.
As I finished my climax, I heard mom yell for us that dinner was ready. Again, I did not have time to properly teach my new sub-fag-bro how to clean my cock after service. I held his head while I wiped the last of my juices off onto his face. I squeezed out the last remains of my jizz onto his lips. He wiped it off immediately with his forearm. As he did, I told him that he would be sorry for doing that, and told him to go clean up and get presentable for dinner. I said, better wash out your mouth to faggot so mom doesn't smell my cum on your breath. All the fag could do at this point was look at me and cry. I hope mom wasn't going to notice his bloodshot eyes at dinner. Oh well, the fagbro would have to come up with some story to tell her.
Next chapter deals with both of my fags and I on a camping trip. You won't want to miss it. Remember, generous and repeat contributors get the story first, even before Nifty?.
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He told me that he is writing another story to convince you that this is all untrue, so he can keep all the money. Well stay tuned, as I have some juicy news to share about Camron that you won't want to miss. Everyone that sends their real contributions to me will receive advance notice of the stories, and some personal information that will not be published on Nifty, so stop doing whatever it is that you are doing, go to pay pal, and send in that donation today
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Master Jonah