Warning: If you are underage, or if you do not approve of male-to-male sex, do not proceed. The following is a fictional story. I like reading stories of straight guys trying out male sex, so I thought I try a hand at writing too. If you have any comment, other than on my grammar, email me. I do hope you like the story.
Please let me know if you like it at sekretpower@yahoo.com . I can try to write other stories or continue this one if there is any interest. I like male voyeur, bisexual and straight guy male sex stories.
Title: Break In Drake
When I came back to my hometown, I was not prepared for what I had to hear from my sister. She looked terrible. She claimed that she was sick. My mom nagged her non-stop over dinner for not taking care of herself properly. She was accusing Sue, my dear younger sister of spoiling herself - just looked at the way she dressed, the gang she hanged out with, the hours she disappeared from the house etc, she said. Poor Sue, looked like she was about to cry, hearing my mom's nag, but she turned to me, to give me an assuring smile, that she was alright. She was not!!! She was pale.
Dad did the expected. Gulped down his food, burped out loudly and then moved on to the living room to watch TV. He was this dead, as long as I could remember.
As for Sue, she had turned out fine. She was becoming more and more beautiful and I was sure that many guys would love to have her hands. While I was away in college, she wrote to me often. I called her at times too, when the pocket money allowed. She was the only reason I called back. And I did not believe what my mom had said about her. I knew Sue by heart. She might not be the homely girl, but she was not the wild type. I could not blame her. I would not even want to stay in the house that long. When I was 15, I had already moved out, to stay in the room above the garage.
'Sure you are alright?' I asked Sue, looking for signs of difficulties on her face.
She looked up again and nodded, with a force smile and avoided our eyes contact as fast as she could.
'Ar.. Just ignore her. She would be fine. This ought to teach her a lesson for always staying out late. Anyway, it is clearly your fault, Steve. You spoilt her!' Mom said, pointing her accusing-finger at me, before leaving for the basement with the dirty clothes.
Sue did not utter much. The most she said to me was when she greeted me as I walked in the door a few hours ago. And then she disappeared into her room in a rush, and came down only for dinner.
'Maybe you should take a rest,' I told her as I patted the back of her head.
'I'm fine,' Sue insisted, with a stammer and took her plate and mine away to place into the basin.
'You know I am always here for you, ok, Sue?'
She nodded her head and I thought I saw her sobbing.
Realising that she wanted to stop the topic, I left the kitchen. I lighted my cigarette and lied down on the poorly built bench outside of the house. The night was beautiful and the stars were shinning. But I was not enjoying the sight. If it were not for Sue, I would not have come back so often.
Sue adores me. I had been the one she could count on, since my dad and mom did a poor job of raising us. Sue is beautiful, with long hair and a slim body. Her body developed well, but not so busty. I believed she is more of an angel, terrified of wrongdoing. She had this silly dream of a prince charming, coming to sweep her off her feet and rescues her from this dungeon. I laughed at her thoughts but she and I knew that I would like her dream to come true.
Sue is 5 years younger than I am. There is no sibling rivalry. Only pure concern for one another. At her age, she is supposed to be a sweet sixteen, and not a depressed one.
As for me, thank heaven for scholarship to get me through the college to study film-production. Even back in high school, I was already working part-time to have pocket money. I pampered Sue with my part-time income at times, but it was only because it was worth it.
I was working as a part-time model too, for small ads near my college. The money was good and I got my chance to learn a few of the studio's production techniques. I guess this was the part where my hours being involved track team pay off. The agency loved the form of my built. And the good looks I inherited (the only thing I can thank my mom for - but she has lost it ever since) was a plus, when I applied for the part-time position. Black hair, just like Sue, I kept mine cropped short in front but long at the back.
In college, I had gained a few more, but my body was still fat-free. I learnt to take care of my body properly.. hey, I had to - this was how I earned extra income. So, I was actually looking at a 39" x 30" body-built on me. Lean stomach, due to ritual sit-ups and steel-hard leg muscles, due to the running.
I heard a sound and turning around, I saw Sue walking up the stairs to my room with bedsheet. I watched her as she hurried up. She looked more like she's sad and not sick. I threw the cigarette away after my last puff. I went up to find her.
She was in the midst of taking off the old bedsheet on my bed, to replace with a new one. She heard the door opened and turned her head to give me a weak smile and went back to work. I pulled a chair to sit and another one near her, signaling to her to stop and sit down. She hesitated, but sat down anyway.
She tried not to look at me. I reached out to her and held her chin with my fingers. It was soaked with tears. I turned her head to me. I tried not to say anything. My eyes looked at hers in silence.
Then, without much warning, she threw her head onto my chests and started to cry. I knew much later on, after her crying turned to sobbing, that she was taken for a ride by Drake Simmons, the kid who used to stay next door but now had shifted to another block. I was stunned by what she said. Drake? The thin kid who used to shoot balls with me and had a crush on Sue?
Drake is the same age as Sue.
Sue told me that Drake had changed. And how she regretted believing in him. Drake had been courting her for weeks. She responded to his interest. After 2 weeks together, she was convinced that Drake was the one, silly as it might seem then. Then, one night, he made the move on her. She wanted to please him and gave in.
But as soon as the next day arrived, Sue found out that the night was nothing more than a bet between Drake and his friends to see if Drake could take Sue's virginity. Even some friends of his began to hit on Sue. It seemed that Drake had been describing to the others of their sex experience. Drake had been ignoring Sue since their last argument through the phone when she demanded to know the truth. But Sue, being the sentimental one, still loved Drake. And she had been crying over this for days in private, although the incident was over for a week. Now, her hurt became anger, but she still felt betrayed and had a hard time in school when she bumped into Drake's friends. Good old dad and mom knew nothing of these.
As she poured out to me, I became angrier. How could she be so silly? How could she be so innocent, not to know what guys want?
She must have felt my anger, through the grip on my palm on her hand. She begged not to be angry or do anything to Drake. I shot her an angry look, letting her know that she no longer has any say in this. But she cried again and my anger with her, subsided.
After allowing her to calm down, she told me that she would be staying over at Patsy's place for the night, to avoid mom. I cleared my throat and offered her my place but she said she needed time, to be away from us. I felt so sad to know then, that I was helpless to her. Sue - the one that I had always been watching over. The one she came running to in the past. But this time, I felt useless.
She closed the door on her way out, leaving me alone, sitting in my room. The quiet-ness of the room suddenly was deafening that I did not realise tears ran down my cheeks. I felt bad, but yet felt so hopeless.
I took my jacket and left. I had a score to settle with Drake. I would punch his bloody light out. No one messed with my sister.
I found Drake, working as a waiter in the town's dine-in. He could recognise me immediately when he saw me sitting in one corner. Must be Sue showing to him my model pics. He looked surprise and happy to see me. He skipped taking order from his customers and walked to me. As much as I was angry, I chose to suppress it. I had promised Sue that I won't beat the shit out of him. I decided to talk it out with him and perhaps my warning would wake him. If there was supposed to be any expression of he-was-sorry, there wasn't any.
I forced a smile out.
'Hey Drake!' I greeted him.
'Sam! How long has it been? Two years?' he asked on our last meet. I hardly saw the kid since he moved away.
My eyes was busy checking Drake out. His blonde hair grew slightly longer than the silly haircut he used to have when he was my neighbour. He grew taller but still a twink. His jeans hanged loosely on his hips, and a big buckle of his belt seemed to weigh too heavy for his jeans. he still has a sharp face that went well with his appearance. Smooth face and a devilish smile. He was wearing his red uniform. He had turned out alright, from a geek to an eye-catcher. No wonder Sue fell for him. And Sue told me that she was not his first. He had other conquests too.
'How are you?' I asked.
'Fine, fine!' he answered. 'Taken your dinner?'
'Yeah.. I came in for a drink. Too noisy to hang around, in the house,' I lied.
He smiled, knowing my parents.
'So, how are you doing now? Busy?' I asked again.
'Well, kinda.. you know... with this part-time job and the chicks, I got my hands full. Hahaha..' he laughed, as he pushed his front hair back. He looked good. So good that Sue was easily fooled by him.
'Any good hang-outs nowadays?' I asked, trying to break the ice.
'Yeah, still a number of places.. like..,' he said, before he was interrupted by another customer, asking for a refill of sky juice.
'Sam, I have got to go.. but I got something to ask you. Could you hang around for another half an hour?'
'Er.. sure.. what's it about?' I was stunned to know he was ready to talk to me about Sue. I was gonna let him know hell later. Half and hour was fine. I would wait.
'Later, ok?' he flashed me a smile before running to get the annoyed customer her drink.
I watched him ran off, with so much boiling anger in me. I took another sip, waiting eagerly for my evening confrontation with Drake. My mind worked fast, thinking of my plan.
Drake met me outside when he punched out. I was already in my car waiting. It must be around 10.15pm. I followed his figure with my eyes, as he ran to my car. He was still acting like there was nothing. Asshole!
'Waiting long?' he asked as he jumped into my car. I smiled a little to act like the waiting was ok.
'Hungry?' I asked him. Maybe he could still come to his senses and see Sue for her innocent and might like her back. A long shot trying to be nice to him, but still worth a try.
'Yeah.. wanna grab a bite?' he asked. 'Sure,' I answered, as my car moved down the road. 'Just direct me,' I told him.
He pointed out the ways and started to chat about whatever new that were happening in the town. I nodded my head, but was not interested. I was waiting to hear him saying sorry for Sue.
We stopped at a burger drive-in. After getting our orders, we settled in a far corner of the parking lot, to avoid any disturbances. Drake ate his, fast. He must be really hungry. I took a few bites and lost my appetite.
'So, what you want to talk to me about?' I asked, once he was done with his food. He took a sip of his Pepsi and turned his body to face me.
'You are a model, aren't you, Steve?'
'Yeah...' I puzzled, not knowing what this had got to do with Sue. 'What has this gotta do ...'
'I wanna be one when I am older,' he cut me off.
Ohhhh! So, this was what he wanted to talk to me about. And not about Sue. A real jerk. But my mind worked fast. Maybe this was going to help me a lot.
'So, you wanna be a model, huh?' I responded with a smirk. 'Why?'
He told me that he had been interested in this and he felt it was an easy working life and how good the money would be. Plus the fame too. He asked me whether it was easy to score with ladies, once I became a model. I told him it was easier. It was the truth. He smiled widely, must be imagining his prospect.
Drake could be a model. He had the look and with some workouts, he could turn up fine.
'I have a better idea,' I told him. 'Why not come back to my place and I will show you my portfolio? Then you could have an idea of what you need to do. I could explain to you the process.'
He looked disbelief. 'You would do that for me, Drake?'
'Why not? I love to show off... hahahaha,' I laughed at my joke. He laughed too, not knowing if it was a joke or not. 'Are you busy? Would your parents mind?' I asked him, just to check.
'They would not even know when I come back. Nah... I am free, Steve. Let's just go now.'
This was easier than I thought. I went through my plan in my head properly.
As I was driving to my place, I asked casually 'What's with you and Sue?' I tried to see his face expression.
He was stunned. He looked the other direction and I could hear him clearing his throat. 'It was a relationship that could not work. I am sorry, man. But I just don't see a future together. She likes country. I like rock.'
'I see,' I said while trying to keep a face expression that I empathised with his position. Bastard, why did you not see the relationship failing before the fuck? I thought to myself.
'Er... are you okay with it?' he turned to confront me, relieved that I was not rearranging his face.
'It's a business between you two. I am not getting involved. It is good though, that Sue would know realise that the world is not made for her. She needs to be stronger.' I kept a straight face. No anger, I told myself.
'Really? You actually think of that?' he looked amazed. He jumped a little on his seat.
'Yeah. Hey.. I heard she gave you a hard time over the break-up. Just give her some time, ok? Do it for me. Don't get easily upset with her. You know, she is my sister...'
'Sure, Steve.. anything for you...' he began to smile again.
Anything for me? We'll see. An evil grin formed on my lips. Drake was too occupied with Pepsi to notice it.
45 minutes later, we were in my room, above the garage. Dad and mom slept early. The house was in total darkness. I brought the beer we picked up along the way, up to my room.
There, I took out my photos taken, arranged neatly in order in a file I carried around.
'Yeah, I have seen some of these photos before. You sent them to Sue, didn't you?' He was sitting on the edge of my bed.
I smiled, nodding my head. I pulled up my chair after dimming the red light in my room. He pulled off his jacket as he went through my photos.
'You drink?' I asked him.
He looked up. He knew I was not talking about water. 'Yeah... once in a while' he said.
'Want one now?' I asked him as I took out mine. I took a sip. He was smiling, reaching out for the offer.
I gave him mine and told him that I would be taking a bath. I pulled my shirt up. I felt his eyes on my topless body. He was admiring my muscles. I purposely flexed my biceps as I pretended to stretch my body.
'Wow! You have been working out a lot, huh, Steve?'
'Yeah.. yup! You have got to if you want a body like this,' I told him as I pulled the buttons off the jeans, as I stripped down. I did it slowly, to allow him to see what I was made of. He was watching, while sipping beer in-between.
As any normal guy would, I knew he was checking out how my package looked like in my brief. And I knew I have a nice one. I was going to take advantage of the time to show off my bulge to the kid. I walked around in my brief for a while. His eyes were checking out my size from the corners of his eyes. I took my towel from my chair and wrapped it around me before proceeding to the bathroom. Drake broke away his stare and returned to browsing through the photos. I heard him opening another can of beer.
When I was done, Drake was sprawled on his stomach, checking out the lower portion of my photos. I could still feel my anger with him. He was looking at my more intimate photos. In the photos, I was wearing only a thong, showing off my hard body and a huge bulge in front of the thong. He was checking out the photos overall. He had spread the better photos of me, to see them better. His hand was holding the second can. His face was red. He definitely looked a little drunk.
'How are you doing now, Drake? Ok? Your face looked red!' I asked him as I stepped into the room.
'Hey Steve! You are backkk!' Drake answered, without answering me. Yup! A little drunk. At least, the plan with the beer worked to relax him.
I was standing there, in my towel. I was not planning to cover myself much.
'Man! You really looked good in these photos... What did you.. er.. take to become so beefy?' he looked up at me.
'Work out, Drake... work out. You can be like me.'
'Really?' he looked disbelief.
'Yeah... come on, sit up...' I told him.
He pushed himself up and was kneeling on my bed, with his butts, sitting on the back of his feet. This kid would be a great model. He could steal anyone's attention with that look and that silly smirk he was giving me now.
'Take off your shirt..' I told him. He knew I was going to check out his body.
Struggling to sit still and at the same time, to unbutton his clothes, with the beer can in his hand, he spilt some on his shirt and on my bed.
'Oh! Oh!' he yelped.
'It's ok,' I assured him. 'Here, let me help you'
I moved to the side of the bed and helped him up to his feet. He was trying to find his strength to stand straight. I took the beer can away from him. His breath smelt enough alcohol. I did not want him to be too drunk. It was way too important for me to make sure that he was a little sober.
'Here,' I said to him as I'd straightened him on his feet. I started to unbutton him. His chest was smooth like mine, except that he was a twink. I used both hands to slip his shirt down his shoulders and then his arms. He was feeling uneasy, being undressed by a guy, but he did not object. Obviously scared of offending me.
'Relax! I am not going to bite you,' I said to him.
He just smiled, and pretended to be cool with what I was doing.
'There! You see, you need to build more muscle here, Drake,' I said, as I used both of my palms to cup his chests. They were not developed well yet, but there was potential. Drake must have thought it was normal to check each other out this way when guys worked out together. He was more receptive of this.
'I have been lifting weight, but I guess I have not done enough. But boy! Looked at yours.. they are great...'
'Wanna feel them, Drake?'
'Er.. no.. never mind,' Drake said, as he stepped back a few steps. I caught his shoulder.
'It is not a gay thing.. here.. just feel how hard they are,' I told him as I pounded my chests.
'Wow! They seemed hard. You sure you don't mind?' Drake questioned me.
'You asked me to show you what models are and how they worked, right? Have confidence in me, asshole!' I teased with a laughter.
Drake must have been calmed by what I said and his eyes focused on my chests. His palms reached out and felt my chests. I purposely flexed them to let him feel them at the hardest. Another wow uttered from his mouth.
As his eyes admired my chests, he did not notice the hatred in my eyes. To me, this kid would always be the kid who raped my sister. I made mental note not to pity him. By the time the night was over, I would have things my way.
He was cupping and feeling my chests all around. Then as if he had placed his palms there too long, he shyly retreated them.
'Now, to impress the producers, sometimes you need to make your nipples hard like this,' I said, as I reached out and placed my palms on his upper ribs. My thumbs found his nipples and started to brush against them. Drake let out a soft moan and was quickly embarrassed by his moan.
'It's alright... It happened to me the first time too, and I did not become gay because of this,' I smiled as I looked at his face expression. He sighed a relief.
His nipples became hard under my thumbs. It was easy to feel them. His orange nipples have shrunk smaller and sharper.
'Here, why don't you work on me.. Perhaps you could see the effect better,' I told Drake.
Drake hesitated but when I reminded him it was an ok-thing, he did not fight back when my hands held his wrists and brought them to my chests. He repeated on me what I had done on him earlier. His palms felt cold on my skin. But my nipples reacted to his thumbs too. They became hard. Drake removed his thumbs to see the result. But I guess he was too impressed with my built, to be disgusted by the fact that he had just played with a guy's nipples.
'Wanna see if you look good in on TV?' I asked him. I could see the puzzle on his face. 'How?' he asked.
'You are in luck, Drake. I happened to bring with me my video camera,' I told him as I moved away to take my camera out of my bag. It was still in a box. It was supposed to be a present for Sue. But now, she would have to settle for a used camera.
Easily, I managed to connect the wire to my room's VCR. I switched on the power and the room came on the TV screen. Drake was in the picture from his knee onwards. But the screen managed to show slightly above Drake's head only. My bed was in the picture too. This is good, I thought to myself. Drake smiled and waved to himself on TV. He put out his tongue and then laughed himself silly. Despite his childish act, he still looked good on screen. He was way too beautiful to be an average kid. It was no wonder many girls fell for him. Including my Sue. That thought burned me up inside.
I asked Drake to dance around for the camera. He did a few steps and then dropped to the floor, laughing. I smiled at his excitement. When he looked away, I pressed the 'record' button. There was already a tape inside the VCR. I did not care what the content was. This one with Drake was way more important. Drake had no idea the video was running. I blocked the red light of the VCR with a beer can. Time to move on to the next plan.
'You wanna see something?' I asked Drake. His eyes turned wider as he sensed the secrecy in my tone of asking. 'What is it?' he asked.
I pulled out another file of photos and put them on the bed. He hopped onto the bed and I joined him. My head of my dick was exposed and Drake peeked a look, but quickly he turned his attention to the file. Eagerly, he flipped the cover. There, I was, topless, with naked breasts near my mouth. It was supposed to be artistic photo, and it was a good one. Drake quickly turned to the next photo. I was hugging the female model, Frans.
'These photos are taken for my own personal keeping. I am not allowed to take such photos, being in college and so, but I sure like the experience.'
Drake did not seem to pay attention to me much. His hand kept turning the photos one by one. Then, I noticed him quickly adjusting his crotch. Great.. this kid was getting a hard-on. The last few photos were of me and my track-mates posing almost in nude, for the thrill of being in such photos. We knew the photographer and since that it was a rule to include such male-and-male posing, we obliged willingly. I believed those were the moments I was closest to any male.
Drake's eyes went wider when he saw another male licking my rib, near my nipple. And in another one, we were hugging in bed, supposingly nude. He could only see our butts, not knowing that we were wearing almost invisible thongs.
'You mean you guys do that?' Drake asked.
'Only if you are really serious about modeling world.. you are expected to do whatever the money pays you too,' I told him, omitting that it was up to one's principles.
He shook his head... 'Man! I never thought of that.'
The last photo was of my roommate was about to kiss me.. lips were very close, but never touched.
'Yuckss! We have to do that?!' Drake screeched. Hmmm.. with the 'we', he assumed that he was already one of the models.
'It is no big deal. Here, let me show you.' I pulled his chin up and planted a kiss on his lips and moved away. He was stunned but he still thought I was only teaching him. He looked like he did not know whether to be disgusted or not.
'Not so weird, isn't it?' I asked. He just shrugged his shoulder.
I moved my pics with Frans back up. Frans was definitely attractive. I can tell that Drake's attention went back to her and her breasts. Her tits were hard. And so was his dick.
'Do you all need to be big?' Drake asked without looking at me. His eyes were looking at my bulge in the photo. Then again, when the photo was taken, how could I help but to be hard, when Frans was near? I sensed his eyes comparing the bulge in my photos with my almost exposed dick under my towel.
'How big is yours?' I asked, not answering his question.
'Big!' he quickly answered, leaving me no time to think otherwise. I grinned at the typical reply.
'Come on, show me...'
Drake seemed to be ok with the idea. He got up and took his pants down. He was wearing a short brief. I could see his package building.
'Hmmm... impressive...,' I moved closer to him. I got down from the bed and walked towards him. I cupped his crotch, pretending to size him again. He did not move away. I massaged his dick. I felt his dick rising. It was already semi-hard. 'Not bad, Drake,' I praised him, something for the ego. Every guy needs that. 'I am sure it would be bigger in future.'
'Thank you,' he stammered. 'Is yours like this when you were my age, Steve?' His face was like almost pleading me to say yes.
'Yeah.. something like that,' I answered.
'How big is yours now?' he asked again.
'You wanna know?'
'Er.. yeah...' he answered shyly.
I dropped my towel and he dropped his jaw. Pointing down, soft, my dick was already 5 inches. I knew I had a beautiful dick. All the girls who had sucked it said so.
He averted his eyes away, to make sure he did not look at it too long. Did not want to do things too gay. His eyes traveled up my chest and he smiled when he saw my grin.
'How big does it go?' he asked again.
'7 1/2. Yours?'
He went wow again. 'Mine is nothing like that,' he answered.
'You mind letting me to have a look?' I asked, but before he could answer, I pulled down his underwear as I knelt down. His dick flopped out. It was semi-hard, 3 1/2 inches.
'How long are you when you are hard?' I asked him. I was beginning to suspect he was flattered by the attention given by me. He liked the idea of having a model at his crotch level.
'5 1/2 inches.'
'Show me!' I ordered him.
'What???!!!' he asked, stunned.
'If you show me yours hard, I would show you mine...' I challenged him. He was shocked at the suggestion. But his eyes betrayed him. He wanted to see mine. But again, before he backed out, I told him that I would get him Frans' signature on a photo of her topless. His dick stirred.
'I guess it's ok...' he said, as he spat on his left palm and lowered it down to stroke his dick. His eyes went to the photo of Frans on my bed. It worked; his dick was beginning to thicken and became harder.
'Here, let me help you,' I said as I removed his grip on his dick in one pull and took his dick in my mouth. I remembered what some girls told me. The trick was to worship the dick and made love to it, and not just bob up and down on it.
His dick had the youth taste. It was slightly salty, and warm. I made sure my teeth were out of the way as I engulfed his dick with my lips. Drake was shocked. He tried to push me away but being stronger, I was able to push his butts forward with one hand. My other hand was holding on the base of his dick, with some fingers caressing his balls. He groaned. His dick stiffened. His resistance subsided.
It was easy to engulf entirely his dick. I tried the second time and managed to get the whole of him in me. When my lips touched his base, his body trembled. He liked that.
Slowly, I sensed his hips were beginning to rock to and fro. He pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. I looked up and saw his face looking down, enjoying the view of fucking a model's mouth. Despite my anger, I had to admit he looked beautiful.
I removed my mouth away. He looked disappointed.
'You like that, huh?' I said, as I wiped my saliva from the sides of my mouth.
'Yeahhhh...' he groaned, as my hand continued to stroke him. I knew he felt excited, knowing his dick was in the hand of a guy he admired.
I got up and pushed him down. 'Time to return the favour,' I told him.
'But I am not gay,' Drake whined.
'I know you are not,' I said, a standard line to cool the straight guy's ego. 'But I want to get off too and you would be really helping me out. Come on... I won't tell.'
He hesitated.
'I promised you that I would get you a good agent when you are ready. Perhaps even photographed by this expert,' I lied, pointing to the photos. His eyes followed my finger to where it had pointed to. It was an easy temptation. 'No one would know, Drake.' Another common line to trick those hesitating.
I pushed my hips forward while holding still the back of his head. My dick touched his lips. Slowly, they parted. I was in!!
He tried to slurp my dick up and down as soon as possible. My soft dick began to harden. It grew in his mouth and I knew he was gagging when my dick thickened inside him. He tried to push me away, but my hands was holding both sides of his head, refused to let him go. I fucked this guy's mouth hard, thinking of sweet revenge. My anger turned into a stronger force, ramming my dick as much as I could, into his mouth.
He gagged everytime I pushed my dick in. Now that my dick was bigger, he could not take the whole portion in. He would only manage to get my dickhead in and a little more, and then I had to pull my hard dick out. I was already poking his throat. His lips kept teasing the ring around my dickhead. That sent chill up my spine.
My dick grew harder and the next thing I knew, my dickhead had grown bigger and started to erupt my man juice inside the kid's mouth. I moaned. The pleasure was too intense. My body shook violently. He tried to get away but my hands stopped him. He was struggling to breathe and to break away from my hold.
When I ejaculated my last cum, then I let him go. He struggled to get away from me. Cum was leaking from his lips' ends. My dick twitched again, seeing the sight of my victim. I was satisfied, but it was not enough.
'You don't like that? Then how are you gonna fit in our lifestyle?' I tried to trick him. 'Look, I am sorry but this is how we get off. Was I too rough?' I asked.
'A little bit...' he muttered.
'You don't like that?' I asked again. His face was telling me that he dared not to say no.
'Look.. it is a tough world out there. Sometimes, we sacrificed something small for something grand. You don't want to be stuck here in this boring town all your life, do you?'
He thought for a while, and then shook his head.
'That's good... Now, I believe I owed you a favour. Your dick is still hard,' I pointed it out.
He saw it and realised that he was hot from all the action he had given me. But I was not going to say that. It killed egos. Too gayish.
I placed my hands on his armpits and carried him up, to lie down on the bed. The TV was still showing the room. We were in the picture. Drake realised that too, but he did not know that the VCR was operating. His dick started to stand up as he watched the TV screen, where he could see me moving my mouth closer and closer to his dick.
When I took it in my mouth, his body shook. His eyes were still focusing on the TV. With me down on him, pulling his dick in and out of my mouth, he began to relax and clearly enjoying the sex on his dick. I felt his hands resting on my head and began to move my head with them. He pushed my head down as he raised his hips. His dick hit the back of my mouth and his body shuddered.
My hands rested on his hips. Man... this kid actually smelt good. My saliva dripped onto his hips. Covering my fingers with my spit, I moved my right hand down to massage his balls. His hips bucked upwards again, thrilled at my touch. I played with his balls for a while, but slowly, my fingers worked their way down.
I raised his thighs up, with his feet on the bed. He did not seem to bother as long as my mouth was still going up and down on his dick. When my fingers found his asscrack, one finger began to play with his assring. He jumped at the touch of the wet finger, but soon returned his attention to my mouth on his dick. He was still trying to buck his whole hips onto my face. I tightened my mouth around his dick and sucked hard. He groaned with ecstasy.
I felt his dick becoming harder in my mouth. He was about to shoot. His dickhead became bigger and without any warning, I inserted a finger into his virgin asshole. His hips lunged forward and he let out a scream. His dick popped out of my mouth. A huge jism erupted from his dick. It flew high, shot way behind him. His butts fell back onto the bed. A second cum shot out and landed on his chest. The third on his stomach and the rest slowly oozed out. Blood was still pumping into the dickhead as I twirled my finger in his ass.
'That... that was the best, Steve.. Do you.. do you.. do this often?' he said in-between his heavy-breathing. His beautiful face was pushed up to look at me. His chests were covered with sweat.
'Yeah...' I said, but that was a lie again. I had only heard that it was a powerful way to excite a male lover.
My finger was still teasing his asshole. When I inserted my second finger, he did not fight me off. He just faced the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath.
I pulled my fingers out. 'Come, turn around,' I commanded him.
He just turned around without any question. Lying on his stomach, I was rewarded with a beautiful sight of delicious bubble butts. I knew I loved butt-fucking long before now, but never tried it with a man. And this time, Drake was in front of me, a meal not to be rejected.
I place a pillow under his hips, to push his ass up. His ass was just too perfect for a first male-fuck. I spat at his hole and some on my dick, which had hardened at the sight of his butts. He moved his butts around to get a more comfortable lying position. My dick sprang up at the sight of the butt-waggling.
I placed my dickhead on his virgin hole. I felt his body tightened up.
'Relax,' I whispered. He responded. His body was more relax.
Knowing that he had calmed down, I plunged my dick hard into him. He cried out loud.
'Get it off me!! Get it off me!!' he begged me. My body pressed his down and I used my hand to cover his mouth so that he would not yell again. He was already weeping.
'Ok, I am gonna go slowly. The pain will disappear, I promise.' Drake was so easy to trust me that he did not push me away again. He was still weeping but less now. I had already begun to lunge my hard dick in and out of him. I did it slowly. His weeping stopped and now, I could only hear him groaning, feeling my thick dick sliding in him.
His hips began to move back to receive my thrust. I kept pumping in and out of him, until I knew I was cumming. My dickhead grew and spurted juice inside him. He kept rocking up and down to pump my cum out. I had to press my hands on his hips to get him to stop. I tried hard to catch my breath and at the same, enjoying the sight of this beautiful kid's back, lying in front of me for me to bang. He turned to look at me. He was smiling, pleased with his work. I smiled back. The VCR was still running.
I collapsed on top of him. I was tired and sweating. So was Drake. I closed my eyes for a while and before I knew it, I had dozed off, lying on top of him. He must have to. The two of us fell asleep, naked.
The next day, after taking a bath with me, where I fucked him again twice, he went back with a promise from me that I would contact him about modeling deal.
I would. But with edited pics of him having male sex.
No one messed with my sister.
The End
Date: 23 Feb 2002
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