Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 12:15:03 -0500
From: bsketballplayr42@aol.com
Subject: New Home Part 2

The first month went by pretty fast. Frank didn't care if I went to
school so I staid home during the days. The house was quiet, Frank worked
during the day. He worked at the factory across town and when he got out
he met his friends up at the bar. He had poker one twice this much, both
times I tried playing. Jim explained how to play but I pretended like I
didn't get it for an excuse for him to keep on talking. I loved looking
in his blue eyes. I got urges to kiss him, but I got weird out whenever I
thought about that shit. Besides poker nights, I never saw Jim. Dad would
come home drunk from the bar with a whore and he would fuck her like
crazy. The couch I slept on in my room was next to his bedroom wall. Each
minute or so I would feel the wall vibrate. It turned me on but I think
that's kinda gross to think that stuff about your dad so I never jacked
off a night, only in the morning when nobody was home.

A couple months later.
Frank and I were sitting in the living room watching wrestling.
"We need to get your ass a job, make some money. You'll be fourteen next
month eh?"

"Yea. I guess I'll look round in the papers."

"That's my boy. What you want for your birthday? I aint got much money
son, remember that."

"Nah, I don't want anything. Maybe a skateboard or something." I never
had much growing up with my mom. She ruined my birthday; one year she
whipped me to I was blue because she thought I was a robber or something.
Eh she was just a crazy drunken fool.

"Maybe ill bring you back a girl from the bar. You a virgin?" With that
said he looked down at my high raised shorts and back to me face.

I blushed."Yeah."

"ha, eh don't you worry ill hook u up good boy. Wipe that pussy ass of
yours into a man!" ..

Two weeks later.
I jacked off every single night thinking of some hot barmaid sucking me
off. Cummin all over her tits. I got all these ideas from dads smut mags.
I couldn't wait until my birthday, but hell I had no clue what in the
world to do. I have been with a girl before.
It was late Friday night, dad and Jim were in the living room. I was in
my room stroking my cock on my couch. I liked jacking off real slow. I
take about an hour or two to cum. I like grabbing my cock from the base
and slowing shifting my hand up til the head, watching all the precum
ooze out.
Anyway, I was beating off when I heard foot steps so I tucked my cock
under my boxers. I didn't have time to reach for my blanket that was on
the floor, Jim was already in the room.
I manage to get a magazine in my hand in time.
My head is a foot away from the door and my feet touch my bedroom wall.
The couch is directly in front of the door and leveled out to Jim's lower
waiste area.
He came in and said "Sup little man?" There wasn't no use hiding my hard
cock. I was only wearing boxers and you could easily see the outline.
"Eh not much Jim. Readin, bored." I stressed the word bored when I
noticed Jim glancing back and forth between my cock and my face.
"I heard you dads hookin you up good kid for your birthday. Ill be damn,
I wish I could a cool father like that when I was a young like yourself.
Now I got advice for you punk and listen real good." With he kneed down
so his eyes were only inches from my face, I smelt the beer, I was fixed
on his eyes. Within a second of kneeling he reached his big hand over and
grabbed my cock underneath my boxers. His grab was electrifying. I felt
my balls go numb. I felt like my veins were about to explode, his grip
kept getting tighter and tighter. He looked me in the eyes and said "
Fuck the shit out of the bitch. Don't let me down kid. And don't waste
your man tool thinking about fucking this bitch, save your load up for
her." His grip got extremely tight, my stomach muscles started to feel
like they were collapsing and I barely could breathe. "Your fathers a
good man. I known him my whole life. He's got a good rep with the ladies,
don't disappoint him." He squeezed again, I couldn't help it.
            I shot my load. I must of shot for a minute straight, by the
time I was done, he pulled his hand out. It was covered completely with
cum. He spit right on my face, then took his hand and gentle glided it
down my face, the cum came running down my face, as I yelled to protest
he shoved his fist in my throat. I never tasted my own cum. He left his
hand in there for ten seconds. I couldn't stand the taste of it, there
was so much of it, and the taste was so fowl. He took his hand out and
said "Don't you pull this pussy shit off, cumming like a baby. You better
last more then a minute in her buddy. That's fucked up, no guy cums so
fast. Now become a man. Next time we have another "talk" you better not
pull that shit off again." He gave me a wink, left my room and headed out
the front door.
I laid there, boxers soaked, dick hard as steel and oozing cum, stomach
cramps, my own cum running down my face and the horrid taste of it still
in my mouth.

Yeah more where this came from. If this turned you on or you would more
detail and what not. Email me at bsketballplayr42@aol.com . email me with
ideas, pointers and what not. Im looking forward to writing another story
but I want to hear some input first