Chapter 1
This story is fictional, and the characters are 18 or older.
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This story is fictional, and the characters are 18 or older.
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"Mom, I woke up and caught Don feeling of my ass again this morning," I complained while eating a banana at the kitchen table. Seated across from me eating a bowl of cereal, my 19-year-old stepbrother stuck his tongue out at me and said, "He's lying Mom, I wasn't feeling of it, I was just trying to wake his lazy ass up."
"Donald, I've told you to keep your hands off Jacob's butt. You don't have to touch his butt to wake him up; his shoulder will do just fine. Ever since you got out of that prison you haven't been able to keep your hands to yourself, and this gay nonsense has got to stop."
"But Mom, he's got such a cute butt," Don protested with a smirk on his face, "It's almost as cute as his face! How could I possibly be expected to keep my hands off it when we sleep in the same room together?"
"Don't get smart with me young man; you're not too old to have my hand on your butt while I'm spanking it."
"Well seriously, when was the last time you saw his bare ass? Wasn't he about 5 years old? I just saw it last week when I peeped under the bathroom door, and I'm telling you it's hot as hell," Don said.
"Okay Donald, you can say what you want to about your stepbrother's butt, just keep your hands off it. If you're going through a gay phase, just feel of your own butt, or get yourself a gay friend."
"I told you before, I'm not gay, I'm bi-sexual," Don laughed.
"Well get yourself a girlfriend and feel of her butt, because Jacob is straight and he doesn't want his stepbrother or any other male feeling of his butt. I've got to go to work now, so you boys behave yourselves."
As soon as my mom shut the door behind her, Don said, "Your ass is mine for ratting me out."
"You're such a faggot, and you heard what mom said. Just keep your queer hands off my ass, because it's not a play toy for you to act out your homo fantasies with. You also better quit feeling of my dick, because only girls are allowed to grope me," I said as I got up to put my cereal bowl in the sink.
As I was running water in the bowl, Don suddenly came up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug, pressing his big penis against my ass. I was wearing pajama bottoms with no shirt, and he was wearing just his boxers. He then forced me up against the sink and started humping my ass, with his dick quickly becoming semi-erect as he stood there holding me in a vice-like grip. "I warned you what would happen the next time you called me a faggot."
"Sorry Don, I meant to say bi-faggot."
"Smart ass, keep talking that shit and see what happens," Don said.
I'm 5' 10" and weigh 140, and Don is an inch taller than me and weighs 10 pounds more. Unfortunately, he's also quite a bit stronger than me, having worked out with weights during a 6 month shock probation program at a youthful offender prison. It was designed to discourage him from stealing any more cars, but it had the unintended effect of changing his sexual orientation from straight to bi-fag, as well as making him a lot more aggressive. And since he'd be wearing an ankle monitoring device for the next few months, I was the only one available when he got horny, which was every day now that I had graduated from high school. As there were no jobs available due to the severe recession, so I couldn't afford to go anywhere.
"Get your dick off my ass, bi-faggot, I'm not your goddamn girlfriend!"
"You're gonna have to be my bitch if you want protection."
"Protection from who, you? Mom can whip your ass all by herself."
"Protection from 2 of my friends who are getting out of prison tomorrow. I told them what a hot ass you have, and now they want a piece of it after hearing what you and your friends did to me before I was sent to prison."
"You promised you weren't going to tell anyone about that, because I could still be arrested for it," I said in a shaky voice.
"You aren't worried about being arrested; you just don't want people finding out what a rotten thing you did to me."
"What did he do to you?" Gordon asked as he walked in the kitchen. Gordon had been my best friend all during the 6th and 7th grade, and he'd also been good friends with Don. The 3 of us hung out together during the summer months for a couple of years back then, and we just recently reconnected after his family moved back to the city. He'd been spending the night with us while his house was being fumigated for an infestation of dry-wood termites.
"Go ahead and tell him, because if you don't I will," Don said as he humped my ass some more while Gordon watched in disbelief.
"Wow Don, I know you're just clowning around, but doing that to Jacob's butt makes you look gay as hell," Gordon said.
"What makes you think I'm clowning around? I'm doing it because it feels good."
"Hell, he's been putting his hand on my ass and feeling of it just about every day since he got out of prison, and he also keeps groping my crotch," I said.
"Huh? You're gay?" Gordon asked Don with a confused look on his face. "I always thought you were 100% straight."
"I was, until I was sent to prison. Since there were no girls there I had to make do with what I had, and I wound up becoming bi-sexual as a result. And it seems to be a permanent condition. Meaning that I still want to have sex with males even though I'm out of prison now. Whereas most straight guys who have sex in prison are only interested in females once they get out."
"Were you raped or something?" Gordon asked. "Because I read somewhere that heterosexual males who are raped in prison sometimes become gay or bi-sexual."
"No, I wasn't raped!" Don snapped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean any offense by it," Gordon said. "From the way you look, I just assumed you'd be a huge target in prison."
"The way I look? What do you mean?" Don asked.
"Well you know, your face and body. You know I'm 100% straight, but if I was gay I'd say you have an extremely cute face and a hot as hell body. And when I heard you were in prison, I thought for sure you'd get raped because of the way you look."
"It's okay, a lot of people have asked me if I was raped. And I really shouldn't get pissed off about it, because quite a few guys did get raped while I was there. The main reason the rapists didn't try anything with me is because I got in a few fights when I first got there, and I did a lot of damage to one of the guys who was fucking with me. I almost got another criminal charge out of it, but the prison superintendent gave me a break since I was just defending myself."
"You're lucky you live in this state," Gordon said, "Because I read that gangs control the prisons in some states, and they make sex slaves out of good looking inmates and pimp them out to the other inmates."
"Yeah, I heard about that too," Don said. "A few guys told me the maximum security adult prison in this state is controlled by the inmates, and all the guards do is keep them from escaping while they stab and rape each other. As cute as Jacob is, he'd definitely get raped if he was sent to that prison I was in, especially when the inmates saw his hot ass. While I was taking karate lessons when we were 16, he was sitting on his lazy ass playing video games."
"Oh hell, you only took a few lessons, and I could kick your ass myself if I was willing to hurt you, because I know more than you think I do. Tell Gordon how the guards turned you out at that prison and made you into the bi-fag you've become today."
"The guards didn't turn me out, asshole," Don said as he started humping my ass again.
Pretending that being humped in front of Gordon didn't bother me, I laughed and said, "That's not what you told me. You said they couldn't keep their hands off your ass."
"Oh yeah, Gordon, there's a lot of gay guards there who like teen boys, and all of the inmates are 18-21, so there's a lot of tender young meat for them to choose from. And since prison guards in this state are required to feel of your cock and ass the way they do at the airport, the gay guards take advantage of it."
As Gordon watched Don humping my ass, he asked, "Did any of the gay ones ever press their dick up against your ass while they were searching you?"
"No, they were satisfied with just feeling inmates up. Basically, they can pull any inmate aside at any time and feel of his ass and cock. And they'd feel me up about 3-4 times a day, which was in addition to the times I was going to and from my work assignment. One of them told me the reason I was being checked so often is because the cutest inmates are the ones most likely to carry a razor blade or homemade knife on them for protection."
Laughing, I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean the guards turned you out, I meant to say they turned you on."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Don asked.
"You told me it turned you on when the guards felt you up, and that's what caused you to start feeling of other inmates’ asses, which led you to become a bi-fag."
"Oh bullshit, I didn't get turned on until AFTER I started feeling of other guys asses. That's when I realized it wasn't much different than feeling of girl's asses. At first, all the guards did by feeling of my ass was to make me comfortable with doing it to other inmates. In other words, one thing led to the other. And a lot of the inmates at that prison were feeling of other guy's asses, it was like monkey see monkey do.
The guards saw it happening all the time and never said anything about it. Basically, the inmates acted like they were just joking around when they did it to someone, but most of them were doing it because it turned them on. Just like it turns me on to feel of your ass. And in the showers, I'd slide my soapy finger up the butt cracks of cute inmates I knew, like you'd run a credit card through a terminal, and then they'd do it back to me. I could have blocked them since I knew it was coming, but I liked the feel of their finger when it made contact with my asshole."
"Sounds like you had fun there after you became bi-sexual," Gordon laughed. "What kind of sex did you have in prison, if you don't mind me asking?"
"No, I don't mind. Basically, it was the same kind of sex any other gay or bi-sexual man has outside of prison, except that I wouldn't let anyone butt fuck me. There was a lot of guys there who wanted to suck my dick, and that's basically how it started. I'd get a blowjob in the showers just about every day, and most of them would put their hand on my ass and feel of it while they were sucking my cock and licking my balls.
A lot of them also stuck their fingers in my crack and rubbed my asshole, then they'd try to stick their finger in my asshole. But I never let them do that, because I was afraid the word would get out and then I'd be targeted by rapists. From there, it progressed to me fucking guys in the ass on a pretty regular basis. I also jacked off some of my cute friends and sucked their dicks when no one else was around."
"Better watch it Gordon, he's telling you stuff he never told me before, so he'll probably be trying to seduce you since you're just as cute as he is. You're also the same height and weight as him, and that undoubtedly turns him on even more since he's so narcissistic. In other words, butt fucking you would be like fucking himself in the ass, since you guys are so much alike physically. And there's nothing a narcissist would like better than to fuck himself."
"You must want me to keep humping you so I can show Gordon that your ass is the only one I'm interested in right now," Don said as he started rubbing his cock all over my ass. "Or maybe you'd like me to pull your pajamas down so I can rub my cock on your bare ass."
"Gordon, did you hear him when he said 'right now' at the end of his first sentence? Meaning that you may be his next target when he's done with me."
Laughing, Gordon said, "Yeah, I did happen to catch that, but I don't have to worry about getting my ass humped or fucked, because I'm probably stronger than he is. You're really going to have to start working out with weights and build up your muscles."
"Yeah, I know that now, it's too bad I didn't think of it while he was in prison."
"Well I better start getting my revenge for what you and your friends did to me before you get too strong," Don said. With his cock pressed firmly against my ass, he then picked me up and carried me into the living room. After throwing me face down onto the sofa, he then jumped on top of me. He was now straddling my ass while holding me down, and was also kissing the back of my neck in an attempt to humiliate me in front of Gordon, who was standing right there watching us.
Since he was so much stronger than me now, I didn't even try to get up, as it'd just be a waste of energy, and he loved it when I resisted him. So I just laid there and ignored him. He then put his hands on my back and started massaging it. And each time he moved forward to massage my shoulders, I'd feel his hard dick pressing against the crack of my ass.
After massaging my back for a minute, he then put his hands on my ass and started massaging it. And suddenly, without any warning, he pulled my pajama bottoms and underwear down far enough to fully expose my buttocks, much to the surprise of Gordon. Looking up at him, my face turned red as I saw him staring down at my bare ass as though he was in shock that I was being humiliated like this in front of him. He had never seen my ass before, so this was probably as embarrassing for him as it was for me.
Letting out a loud whistle, Don said, "Wow your ass is even hotter up close. In fact, you've got the prettiest little white ass I've ever seen on a teen boy, and I saw hundreds of naked teenagers in prison during strip searches and in the showers! Now I'm going to check something out that I've been wanting to see for a long damn time."
He then put both of his hands firmly on my buttocks and spread them as far apart as possible. And with my asshole now fully exposed, he let out another loud whistle, saying, "Wow little stepbrother, I had no idea your asshole was big enough for my cock! I could easily fit my dick in there without doing any damage at all. You've been holding out on me boy!"
Copyright 2010 Ron R. All rights reserved.
I look forward to the next chapter.
Great story!!
