Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 8
By arthur990x
Jay jogged to the passenger door of his brother's truck. The engine was running and the headlights on. His brother sat slumped forward in the driver's seat, head and arms against the wheel. Jay tapped on the window, but his brother didn't move. It was chilly, Jay noticed, and his bare nipples were starting to ache from their rigidity. He knocked harder on this glass then folded his arms across his chest to warm himself. Mark finally sat up, leaned across the bench seat, and lifted the lock. Jay scrambled to enter the warm vehicle.
"Mark, look . . ."
"You don't have to say anything, Jay. In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't." Mark's tone was firm but absent of anger or disgust. It was just matter of fact, like listening to audio instructions for assembling a bicycle. That worried Jay more than anything else. He expected his brother to have some reaction--any reaction--positive or negative. To hate him or feel grossed out or confused--something. Mark just stared at him.
Mark spoke, "Are those shorts all you're bringing home?" He stared down at Jay's thinly covered crotch. "You're going to freeze your balls off at night."
Jay didn't know whether to find the levity comforting or disturbing. It was such an evasion. He decided not to push it now, especially when his brother could still decide to take off without him. But once they were on the road . . .
"I left my bag inside," Jay said with a slight crackle in his voice. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't left."
"I said I'd pick you up on my way. Just because you're . . . I mean . . . we're still brothers. So, run up and grab your shit so we can get a move on."
Jay lowered his head. The thought of going back upstairs now was horrifying. He turned his head up toward his brother and hoped his expression would serve as the words he couldn't muster.
It did.
Mark put the truck in reverse and, as they were leaving the parking lot, said, "I've got a sweatshirt you can borrow until we get home. I'll grab it out of the back at the first pit stop." Jay smiled and struggled unsuccessfully to keep a tear from escaping his eye. Mark's hand found its way to Jay's shoulder. At first it was just the most basic act of comforting, but as Jay's stoicism began to crumble, Mark used his hand to pull him in for a hug. Mark drove, and they embraced. Jay, bare chest pressed against his brother's side, mentally noted that they hadn't been this intimate since eighth grade . . . .
"That was so fucking sweet, dude!" Henry exclaimed as he high-fived Chris for the annoying-teenth time. "What a bitch Jay is!"
Chris already tired of Henry's celebratory remarks, and it hadn't been but five minutes since Jay was swinging on their dicks. Henry just kept talking and talking. Who knew there was so much to say about fucking a guy? Chris thought, "If only I had something to shove in his mouth to shut him up . . . "
Henry continued, "Women just don't let me do that shit. They're all like, 'In my butt!? You must be trippin'. You ain't puttin' nothin' back there 'sides yo' lips as you kiss my ass, mother fucker!' And I'm all like, 'Girl, shit, it would be a privilege to have my dick in yo' fat ass . . . '"
"Henry. Jesus Christ!" Chris put one hand to his head and the other to his perpetually erect member. "Will you shut up for 10 fucking seconds!"
Henry's eyes followed Chris's hand and landed with it on his dick. Once he realized he was staring down at another man's junk, he quickly turned away. It was just so damn huge . . . ! Chris noticed the stare and glared quizzically/mischievously at Henry. "My bad, Chris. I'm just still so damn horny. That fag ran out and left me with some major blue balls, man. Hey! Wanna find some chicks down the hall to finish what the homo started?"
Chris jacked himself slowly. Light bulb. "Henry, it's damn near Christmas break. Who do you think we're gonna find to fuck us--especially on this floor?"
"Fuck, man," Henry said. "I don't wanna jack off. Not after that hot session."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Chris lamented. "You know, even someone else's hand would be better than my own at this point. I would settle for handjob."
"Same problem, dude. Where are you gonna find chicks to give us a handy?"
They just stared at each other, both slowly and deliberately rubbing their stiff members. Chris was sly, but Henry, though naive, wasn't stupid. They both knew where this was going. They just had to ease into it, like a new pair of skinny jeans.
"You have hand. I have a hand." Chris let the words hang there. For good measure, he looked Henry up and done, sizing up his soon-to-be conquest like chattle at market. Henry thought he knew where this was going, but Chris had more "sophisticated" plans.
"So," Henry spoke, "you'd 'give me a hand' then I'd 'give you one'?" His hand dropped to his balls to warm them in anticipation.
"Yeah, man," Chris said. "But I think it's only fair that you go first, considering I haven't dropped a load yet and you have."
"Why can't we go at the same time?"
"Because we're both right-handed, genius. There's no good way to set it up. Plus, it's hard to fully enjoy it if you're working at the same time."
Chris leaned forward and grabbed Henry by the wrist, first pulling him to the bed and then guiding his hand to its starting position.
"There you go, Henry," Chris said with a slight sigh. "Just wrap your hand around it and pretend its yours. You know, only insanely bigger."
Chris smirked but Henry was enthralled by the velvety steel in his grasp. Even squeezing harder than he would on his own dick there was a gap between his thumb and fingers. What a Moby Fucking Dick.
Henry laid on his stomach, his arms resting on Chris's lap, hand working slowly up and down the largest cock he had ever seen--and, Henry noted, he had seen a lot of porn. He rotated his hand in a figure eight fashion, just like he preferred to jack off, maintaining a steady if moderate pace, reaching from base to tip as he worked the entire shaft. In the moment, he seemed so detached from the context. The huge dick in front of him didn't belong to Chris. It was his and he wanted nothing more than to make it feel good. In fact, he would have completely forgotten about Chris had he not felt a hand run through his hair.
Chris spoke softly, intimately, "You're doing a great job, buddy. So awesome." Simultaneously, Henry felt his head being gently directed toward the hugeness in front of him. It seemed like a natural motion, and it probably wouldn't have mattered much until his lips bumped into the underside of Chris's dome. It shocked Henry into the moment.
"Whoa, dude . . . ." [Henry never stopped stroking.] "I'm not into that."
Chris looked from his cock to Henry's eyes, gently running his fingers through Henry's hair as he spoke, "It's not a huge deal, Henry. I know you're no fag. We're just two buds helping each other out. Just put the tip in your mouth while you jerk it. That's it. Just the tip." He pushed Henry's lips to the brink of dick.
Henry cautiously opened his mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum he tried to pull back, but Chris held his head in position and made sure the full tip rested firmly against Henry's tongue. Chris's cock head felt huge in Henry's mouth--probably because it was huge--and he stopped stroking, attempting to use his hands to push himself off of Chris. But Chris had other plans.
Chris reached to his right and grabbed Henry's dick, rubbing his thumb along the topside of the head, causing Henry quick, intense pleasure. That's all Chris needed. In those three seconds Henry relaxed enough to allow Chris to slam his dong down Henry's throat. Panicking, Henry jumped off the bed, but Chris used the leverage to put him on his knees--his rightful place when in the presence of greatness.
"Here's your choice, 'bro,'" Chris said with a condescending tone, Henry frantically beating on Chris's thighs. "I'm going to fuck your throat or your ass. Your choice, though. I'm pro-choice. So if it's your throat, start playing with my balls. And if it's your ass, well, shove a finger up there."
Henry was in a state of shock. He wasn't a fag. He wanted neither. But the cock currently lodged in his throat made the impossible decision seem easy. Face beginning to turn purple, he quickly reached for his hole, prodding relentlessly. But he had never had anything up his ass. Even when he thought about trying it in the shower, he couldn't bring himself to it. That's what "the gays" do. But time was quickly running out. He felt his vision start to go blurry, so with firm pressure and a bit of help from the sweat running dripping from his back to his crack, he penetrated his ass as Chris released the death grip on his head.
Henry gasped for air. He was disoriented, confused, shocked. He hardly felt Chris pick him up and lay him on the bed, chest down, legs hanging off the edge, arms to his sides. The next thing he was fully conscious of was Chris reaching beneath him to make sure his still-hard dick was also hanging off the bed between legs. Chris stroked Henry's cock while lubing his own.
"My studly ethnic friend," Chris opined. "Today you go from Asian to Gaysian. Glad you spent all the time toning your ass at the gym. Bet the chicks dig your meaty little bottom." Chris smacked Henry's butt as hard as he could. Henry reared up in pain, but the awesome sensation emanating from his cock head quickly subdued his anger. Chris was simply using his thumb around the edge of his dome, circling and flicking, making Henry into putty beneath his grip.
Then Henry felt it. Chris began pressing his own cock into Henry's virgin asshole, Henry's dick still in hand.
"Please, bro, don't." Henry sounded like such a pussy. Chris pressed forward, but when Henry felt the head pop past his sphincter, he panicked. He tried to push Chris back which just caused the invading member to inch further inside. Chris wanted no distractions, though, so he tried a move he had always wanted to do with a chick but was never allowed. Staying inside Henry, he turned sideways so he was facing the door, swinging his right leg up over the bed and pressing his foot against the back of Henry's neck, sufficiently pinning him to the bed with the strength of his thick thigh muscles and steel calves. Henry couldn't move if his ass depended on it.
Chris was now in the position of having complete control over Henry's movement and open access to drill his clenching hole. He began the process of deflowering yet another soon-to-be man-servant. Henry whimpered with every thrust.
"Sometimes, young Henry, we have to do things we don't want to do. Well, not me, because I'm a Goddamn alpha male. But you. You, Henry, are a beta, bro. [He reached down to grab Henry's dick, which was still hanging off the bed and hard.] I don't give a shit if you're a fag or gay or bi-fucking-curious because guys like you--guys who worship guys like me--are meant to serve in any way we alphas see fit. [Chris messaged the tip of Henry's rod as he slowed his drilling to a moderate but steady pace.] Sometimes that means we throw you the leftover chicks or fags after we're done. Sometimes it means we drink together until we puke. Today it means you open your cherry hole for me when there are no chicks or fags to be had."
Chris lifted his hand from Henry's dick when, in a soft, defeated voice, Henry said, "Don't stop."
Chris smiled as he dismounted Henry and watched as he laid there without coercion, even standing on his tip toes to make sure he didn't lose too much of Chris's dick during the change in position.
"Don't stop, eh?" Chris yanked his dick from Henry's ass. "I'll keep fucking your ass, even make you cum, if you show me how bad you want it."
"How, dude?" Henry asked, looking back over his shoulder and bouncing his ass up and down like a bitch in heat.
"Reach back with both hands, and spread your hole with two fingers. Show me where you want this cock."
Henry hesitated, so Chris reached up with his foot and just barely caressed Henry's mushroom head with his big toe. That was enough incentive. Henry's arms moved down the bed and behind his back. He spread his ass cheeks and began by inserting one finger. Easy enough with his de-virginized hole still partially open. He then inserted the second finger. Less lube, less space, more trouble. But he managed it. He wanted to cum. He didn't care how. Finally he began to stretch his hole to the sides, revealing a little black space that Chris's meat was moments from filling.
"That's a good little beta male," Chris baby-talked as he stepped forward and rammed his cock forward, Henry's fingers still inside.
"W. T. F., dude!" Henry shouted.
"Keep those fingers in there, Henry. This is too fucking hot!"
Chris pounded Henry's cunt like he owned it, and after today he would. "You break it, you buy it," thought Chris. "I'm willing to break it."
But the sensation of Henry's fingers and the situation--knowing he was dominating his "competition"--sent Chris over the edge and he fell forward onto Henry's back, pumping lines of cum into Henry's chute.
Even as his orgasm was raging, Chris got a devious idea. He let his cock stop spasming inside Henry and then, again, quick pulled out. "DON'T MOVE!" He ordered. Henry stayed in place, fingers holding his rosebud open more than was comfortable.
"What the fuck, dude?" Henry protested. "I didn't cum yet!"
"Hold on, hold on!" Chris exclaimed as he kneeled behind Henry's ass. He watched as the his seed began spilling from Henry's open hole. "Do you feel that . . . dude?" Chris asked. "That's my baby batter making its way out of your mangina. I just bred you, whore."
Henry could feel the sticky liquid oozing out and down his balls, all the way down his hard shaft, past his cock head, and on to the floor.
"See," Chris said. "You are cumming. It just happens to be my cum that's coming out of you! Hahahaha." Henry heard the laugh get more and more distant as Chris grabbed a towel, walked out the door, and headed for the showers.
Jay woke with a jolt. Everything was dark. He felt something rubbing the top of his head. As his vision became less blurry he remembered where the was, that he was safe with his brother, that they were on their way home for winter break. He remembered stopping some time ago and Mark getting his a sweater out of the back. They were going to rest here for awhile, at a truck stop. They were too tired to continue driving. Jay realized he was laying in Mark's lap, as Mark leaned against the driver side door. The bench seat in the truck made it easy to lay down like this. He had done it hundreds of times as a child. Something hit the top of his head again.
Jay scooted down a bit and turned his head to look. It was Mark's dick, bulging in his black nylon shorts, twitching and hitting him in the head. Mark was sound asleep. Jay chucked to himself and closed his eyes in what he knew would be a failed effort to fall back to sleep. His curiosity was piqued. Mark's cock looked huge!
But, Jesus, it was his brother! Jay weighed the pros and cons in his head, but found the urge "to know" irresistible. He slowly began to lift the nylon material from Mark's hairy thigh . . . .
END OF PART 8
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Hope you enjoyed part 8 of my first story. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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