Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2016 14:52:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Skorpio <j_skorpio_2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Brother Cocksucker (author, interr)

Big Brother Cocksucker

by Skorpio


PART ONE: BLACKMAIL


Due to crowding at the dorm, freshman Tad Sullivan was permitted to live
off-campus with his twenty-one year old brother Braden who was a senior.

For young Tad this was a dream come true. He idealized his older sibling
with an ardor edging on hero worship. In Tad's eyes, Braden could do no
wrong.

Not even when Braden bossed Tad around or called him names like "Tadpole"
and "dick-breath."

As for Braden, having his bratty kid brother underfoot was the last thing
he wanted.

Now Tad was living with him, and there was no getting out of it. Mom and
Dad expected Braden to keep a watchful eye on Tad, keep him out of trouble.

Like a fucking baby-sitter.

Braden's apartment was on the second floor of an old row home in a rundown
neighborhood where rent was cheap. It was not large, and there was only one
bedroom.

It was awkward at first, but eventually the brothers got along. Mostly by
staying out of one another's way.

Because Braden often brought home his girlfriend Kathy, a hot cheerleader,
Tad ended up sleeping on the sofa in the living room more often than not.

But Tad never once complained.

There was nothing he would not do for his big brother, and he was sure that
Braden felt the same.

One night in late October, the Sullivan boys came home to the apartment at
the same time, finding the lock jimmied and the door standing ajar.  After
a thorough inspection, nothing seemed to be missing.  Dresser drawers had
been rifled, yet strangely, loose cash and other valuables were left
untouched.

Braden's laptop was open, however, suggesting someone had accessed it.

That night, Tad was too nervous to sleep, afraid the prowler might
return. He looked to his big brother for assurances.  "Shit happens,
dick-breath!" Braden snapped.

"Whoever it was, he didn't take anything," Tad reasoned. "He must have been
looking for something... Question is, did he find it?"

"You worry too much! Stop being such a pain in the ass," scolded Braden,
talking down to Tad as if he were twelve years old.  The very next morning,
after Tad left for class, Braden figured he would find out some porn online
and jerk off. That's how he happened to check his e-mail.

There was a message from "yrworstnitemare," and the subject was "URGENT!"

Braden opened the email, and what he read made his blood run cold.

"I KNOW WHAT U DID. I HAVE PROOF. U WILL BE MADE TO PAY. I WILL BE IN
TOUCH."

Braden wrote back: "Who are you? What are you talking about?"

A full twenty-four hours passed before he received a reply:

"I KNOW WHERE U BOUGHT YR ECONOMICS TERM PAPER AND HOW U ACED YR FINALS. I
HAVE PROOF.  THANX FOR LEAVING YR LAPTOP UNSECURED.  DO U WANT ME TO GO TO
THE AUTHORITIES OR DO WANT TO ANSWER TO ME?"

Now, Braden was scared. It was all true.

What a fool he was to leave evidence on his computer. If this got out, he
would be expelled, sent home in disgrace, or worse, to jail.  "What do you
want?" he typed, hesitating before clicking Send.

A week went by in which Tad saw a change in Braden, now moody and
preoccupied, smoking and drinking more than usual. When confronted, Braden
lashed out, telling Tad to mind his own fucking business.

The next e-mail from "yrworstnitemare" was devastating.

Braden read it several times in stunned disbelief. Then, he downed a few
beers and read it again. This could not be happening.

"THIS WHAT U ARE GOING TO DO.  GIVE YR ROOMMATE A BLOWJOB. DO IT ON WEBCAM
SO I CAN SEE.  TONIGHT AT 9:00. MAKE IT HAPPEN OR YR ASS GOES TO JAIL."

Braden typed: "I can't do that. That's sick! Let me pay you. I have money."

The reply came at once: "I DON'T WANT YR MONEY. DO WHAT I SAID.  IF U NOT
BLOWING YR BROTHER ON CAM AT NINE O'CLOCK, EXPECT A VISIT FROM THE LAW!"

A set of instructions followed:

"YOU MUST BOTH BE NAKED. THE CAMERA MUST CATCH EVERYTHING LIKE YR MAKING A
GAY PORN FLICK. GIVE YOUR BROTHER HEAD AND DON'T STOP UNTIL HE CUMS IN YOUR
MOUTH."

"There's got to be some other way," Braden typed, and again offered money,
but no answer came.

Braden looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock. That only left two
hours. Tad should be coming home soon.

What was he to do?

The first thing Braden did was reach for the bottle of bourbon he kept on
the kitchen counter.

It was eight o'clock when Tad walked through the door. Braden was slumped
in a chair, smoking a cigarette.

"What's wrong?" asked Tad, knowing at once that something had happened.

"It's bad," slurred Braden. "I don't where to begin."

"You can tell me. We're brothers. What's wrong?"

Seeing no way out, Braden told Tad how he paid someone to write his term
paper and steal the answers to the final exam. Then, he showed him the
emails.

Tad sat stunned and speechless.

"What am I going to do?" said Braden.

"I can't believe this," said Tad.

"Do I even have a choice? I have to go through with it. We both have
to... What choice do I have? I don't want to go to jail! You gotta help me
out... We have to do this... I don't what else to do."

Braden fumbled nervously for another cigarette. His hands were
trembling. Perspiration beaded on his forehead.

"I don't know," Tad mused. "I would do anything for you. You know
that... but this? Let my own brother suck my cock? That is so freaking
twisted!"  "I know...  I don't want to do it. Please, I don't have a
choice," Braden pleaded. "We'll do this and never speak of it again! I'm
begging you. You're my brother. I'll never ask you for another thing."

Suddenly, Tad beheld his older brother in an entirely different
light. Braden was a thief and a punk. How could this coward be the man that
Tad had always looked up to?

One thing was certain, if Tad were in Braden's situation (which would not
have happened in the first place), he would never suck a cock.  Not
blackmail, not even the threat of death or torture, nothing in this world,
could ever make Tad do something like that.

On the other hand, letting a guy give him a blowjob was not quite as
unthinkable.  In fact, the thought of letting a faggot suck his cock had
crossed Tad's mind a few times, as with most horny teenagers.

It was freaky, sure, but what the hell, a blowjob is just a blowjob. Not
like he was actually having sex with a dude.  Clinton was right about
that. Sex is fucking. A blowjob is more like jerking off or a handjob. It
isn't sex.

Unlike Braden who had been with plenty of girls, Tad was still a
virgin. Having anyone, even another guy, begging to go down on him made Tad
restless with anticipation.

"Okay, I'll let you do me, just to get this guy off your case," Tad
consented.  "Just this once, and we never mention it again. I'm gonna need
a drink."

It was 8:45, fifteen minutes until show time. Braden set up the webcam in
his bedroom, while Tad helped himself to a few shots of Jack Daniels to
steady his nerves. Then, the Sullivans undressed.

This was not the first time they saw one another naked.  Braden was the
taller of the two, very muscular, and hairy chested with nipples like
bullets. His flaccid cock was short and plump, scrotum shriveled tight.

Tad was lean and smooth with a swimmer's build, nipples like flat copper
coins, and the hint of a six pack.  The lush dark curls under his arms
contrasted with the paleness of his skin. His soft member was knobbed like
a mushroom. Heavy balls dangled in a low-hanging sac.

Exactly at 9:00, Brad switched on the webcam as Tad sat on the edge of the
bed and awaited his first BJ. Kneeling, Braden took Tad's limp flesh in his
hand. He stared at it.

Suddenly, Braden was not sure he could continue. He looked up with
revulsion and shame welling in his eyes.

"You can do this," said Tad. The pity he felt for his sibling was turning
to disdain.  "Think about something else, and just do it. I won't watch."
"I can do this, I have to," Braden told himself.

Eyes squeezed shut, fighting back tears, he wrapped his quivering lips
around the bulbous head.

At once, Tad responded to the warmth and pressure of Braden's mouth. Blood
rushed to his cock, engorging the spongy tissue, making it swell with
girth, length, weight.

Braden started sucking, slowly at first. He focused on the head, but
gradually worked down to the shaft, inch by inch, gagging when Tad thrust
his hips, an involuntary reflex.

Something happens to a man when he gets an erection.  Instinct kicks in, he
changes, becomes driven. A stiff cock is going to ejaculate, and it will do
anything to achieve that end. Nothing else matters.

Although Tad promised not to look, that was a lie. No way was he going to
get his first blowjob and not check it out.

It was hot, erotic to the nth degree, seeing his slippery cock, more than
seven inches strong, hard as tempered steel, sliding in and out of Braden's
mouth. Tad tossed back his head as sensual pleasure ripped through his
body.

It could not escape Braden's notice, even with his eyes closed, that his
kid brother had him by a good two inches where it counts. That came as a
humbling revelation.

"So, this is a blowjob," Tad reflected, barely suppressing a smirk of
self-satisfaction. It felt good, better than he ever dared imagine. He
wanted it to go on forever.

"Uhhhh, yahhh... You're doing great, big brother," Tad groaned, unable to
keep silent. "Don't stop! Ohh, shittt... yahhh, suck it! Suck it like
that!"  Tad's insistent demands had the effect of goading Braden to work
harder than before. He slobbered away, up and down, like a relentless
automaton programmed to get the job done.

To Braden's utter dismay, his own penis stood erect and throbbing, aroused
for action. He fought the impulse to touch himself, to jerk off. How could
this be happening? It was not like he enjoyed sucking cock.

Or did he? The question ran through both their minds.  How could anyone
suck this good, wondered Tad, if he did not enjoy it on some level?  Tad
would never, ever suck a cock. There are some things that a man, a real
man, worthy of the name, will never do, no matter what the
circumstances. What, then, did that make Braden?  A faggot?

It was a possibility. One thing he knew for certain: Braden would never
call him a cocksucker again. That was never going to happen. Not after
this. The balance of power had shifted.

"Oh, shitt!" the younger brother gasped. "I could really get used to this!
Keep that up! Suck it harder! All the way down! All the way!!! Suck my
cock!!!"

Tad placed both hands on Braden's head and pushed, driving every last inch
of his cock into the cocksucker's throat, forcing Braden's face against his
musky crotch, making him choke and sputter, but not releasing him.

"Breath through your nose!" said Tad. "I'm gonna cum!"

Tad's testicles churned. There was no stopping the rising tide, the
exquisite pleasure, the moment of ecstasy. It was coming, he was about to
blast!

He could not hold back. With a thrust of his loins, Tad ejaculated.  Spurt
after spurt of hot sperm shot into Braden's mouth, copious amounts of semen
like only an eighteen year can produce.

Viscous jism, tasting like seawater and bleach at once, poured
forth. Braden had no choice but to swallow. At the same time, he himself
came spontaneously, spilling his own seed onto the floor.

Panting and perspiring, they pulled apart. Braden gathered his wits and
turned off the webcam. The deed was done. It was over at last. Or so he
thought.

Shame-faced, Braden hastily wrapped a towel around his waist, and lit a
cigarette. Tad was grinning from ear to ear, savoring the orgasmic
afterglow. Neither spoke for a long while.

"Guess I got carried away," said Tad, breaking the silence.  `I couldn't
help myself. I never got a blowjob before. That was... oh, man, that was
like nothing else.  That was fucking incredible! Are you sure you've never
done that before?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" Braden mumbled.

Tad lay back upon the bed, propped by his elbows. His plump, long cock,
drained of vigor, drooped between his legs.

Just then an instant message popped up on the screen of Braden's laptop. It
came from "yourworstnitemare."

"I KNEW U WERE A COCKSUCKER.  TONITE U PROVED IT. DID U HAVE A GOOD TIME?
MAYBE U WANT TO GO ANOTHER ROUND?  SHOULD WE ASK TAD IF HE WANTS TO GET HIS
COCK SUCKED SOME MORE?"

Braden typed back: "I did what you wanted."

"THIS IS NOT OVER. ASK YR BROTHER IF HE IS READY FOR ANOTHER BLOWJOB. TELL
ME WHAT HE SAYS.  LIE TO ME AND... U KNOW THE DEAL..."

Tad peeked over Braden's shoulder, scanning the message. Braden glanced at
Tad, unable to look him in the eye.

"Uhhh, he says I gotta ask you something," muttered Braden, hesitantly.

"What is it?" Tad replied, pretending he did not know.

"Do you want another blowjob?"

"Are you kidding? Hell yahh... No, wait... My bad! Tell him No. I'm good."

Damn, thought Tad, why did I say that?

Braden typed: "He says he's good. Are we done now?"

"WE'RE DONE, COCKSUCKER."

Braden never heard from the blackmailer again, nor did he ever learn his
identity. But Braden's ordeal was not over, not by a long shot.




PART TWO: COCKSUCKER FOR LIFE


A week went by. Not one word was said about what went down. Braden kept to
himself, skipped classes, got drunk a lot, and broke up with girlfriend.

Tad could not stop thinking about the blowjob. What did it say about
Braden? Maybe, on some level, he liked sucking cock. The distinct
possibility Braden might actually be queer filled Tad with disappointment
and disgust.

There was another concern. Tadd let Braden blow him. He ejaculated in
Braden's mouth. What did that make him? After giving the matter some
thought, Tad decided getting head from a guy did not make him gay.

The salient difference between the two brothers was that Tad would never
suck a cock, not even at gunpoint. But Braden did. And that made Braden a
cocksucker.

One day, Tad was at the cafeteria in the student center when a tall, skinny
black guy handed him a large manila envelope.  "Someone told me to deliver
this to you," he said.

"Who was he?"

"I don't know. Some thug. Never saw him before. He gave me a Grant and told
me to make sure you got this package right away. I didn't ask no
questions."

"What it is?"

"I got no idea. He said you would know what to do with it."

"Did he say anything else?"

"Nope. That's it.

"Thanks," said Tad.

"Pleasure doing business," said the black guy, waving a fifty dollar bill.

Opening the envelope, Tad found an unlabeled computer disk in a clear,
plastic case. There was nothing else.

Later, Tadd slipped the disk into his laptop. There were a number of files
documenting Braden's crimes.

There was also a video of Braden sucking Tad's cock. It ran for nearly
thirty minutes and showed everything, their faces, their bodies, Tad's
penis in Braden's mouth, cum foaming on Braden's lips, everything.

Mesmerized, Tad watched the video over and over again. It was fascinating,
really. Seeing the grin of satisfaction on his face while Braden slobbered
on his cock.

"Uhhhh, yahhh... You're doin' great, big brother... Don't stop! Ohh,
shittt... yahhh, suck it! Suck it like that... Oh, shittt... Suck it
harder! All the way down! All the way... Suck my cock!!"

Tad realized what he could do with this disk, why it came into his
possession. His cock twitched, just thinking about it. This was going to
change everything!

He made copies of the disk, and stored them away for safe-keeping, and then
waited patiently for Braden to get home.

Braden stumbled in late, disheveled, three sheets to the wind. His speech
was slurred.

"We've got to talk," said Tad, solemnly.

"About what, dick-breath?"

"For starters, stop calling me that. I'm not the one with dick on his
breath."

"Why are you bringing this up?" Braden glared, not liking the sound in
Tad's voice.  "I thought we agreed to forget about it."

"They say you never forget your first blowjob!"

"Let it go!"

"I don't think so. Remember when the blackmailer asked if I wanted another
blowjob, and I said no?"

"What about it?"

"I've changed my mind. I want a blowjob."

"Are YOU crazy?"

"Not crazy, just horny. I want you to suck my cock."

"You ARE crazy."

"You liked it."

"Fuck you!" snapped Braden. "I didn't have a choice."

"See, that's where you're wrong. You were willing and able to blow me just
to get some creep off your back. You did it. That pretty much makes you a
cocksucker."

"I'm not... I'm not...," Braden sputtered. The words would not come out.

"I really thought you would jump at the chance to suck my cock again," said
Tad tugging at his crotch suggestively. "In fact, I've been waiting for you
to ask. You can blow me anytime you want. Because we're brothers. I would
do that. I would have let you suck my cock a long time ago. All you had to
do was ask."

"This isn't funny."

"No, it isn't. It's fucking serious. I want a blowjob. You did it before,
you can do it again."

"I don't think so," Braden retorted, sobering up fast. This was a side of
his younger brother that he had never seen.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this," said Tad, "but you leave me
choice."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see."

Tad inserted a silver disk into his laptop, clicked a few keys, and brought
up the incriminating video.

"You missed your calling," gloated Tad. "You should have been a porn
star. A gay porn star, that is. I don't think anyone would pay to see you
fuck a chick with that little pecker."

"Where did you get this?" Braden sputtered.

"Don't worry about that. There's more."

"What do you mean, MORE?"

The blood drained from Braden's face. Eyes widened in shock.

"It's all on the disk," said Tad. "The webcam video, all the dirt the
blackmailer had on you. Everything!"

"We'll see about that!"

Braden pressed eject, seized the disk, and snapped it in half. Tad shook
his head with mild dismay.

"That's not the only copy, bro. Think I'm stupid? I've got lots of
copies. And I'm prepared to share them with the police, not to mention Mom
and Dad, if you don't get with the program. Things are going to be
different around here. From now on, I'm in charge. Or you get expelled and
go to jail.  You might even be a registered sex offender."

"You're on the video too."

"But, I'm not a cocksucker. I'm the innocent little brother you forced into
doing this. Who knows? Maybe you set this whole thing up just to get into
my pants? Your life will be ruined!"

There was a long, taut silence between them. It seemed to go on
forever. Perhaps on some astral plane their spirits strove, one against the
other, until the stronger will won out.

"What do you want?" asked Braden with a heavy sigh.

"Suck my cock."

"Alright. I'll do it. But this isn't right. I would never make you do
something like this."

"Suck my cock, dick-breath."

Grumbling, Braden got on his knees as Tad unzipped his fly and pulled down
his pants. A moment later, a plump, flaccid penis and heavy scrotum dangled
in Braden's face.


"You know what to do. Get it hard."

Like a reluctant whore, Braden went to work. His heart was not in it, but
he did what he had to do.

Spittle drooled from his lips, coating the teenager's shaft with glistening
saliva as it swelled in girth and length.

"Mmmmmm, you dirty boy," Tad murmured, thoroughly relishing the second
blowjob of his life. "Take it deeper."

Braden obeyed until the fullness of that big cock in his throat made him
choke.

"Oh, yahhhh," Tad exulted. "That's like music to my ears, hearing you choke
on my cock. Is it too much for you, big brother?  Can't you handle it?"

Braden pulled away to catch his throttled breath, but Tad pressed down,
forcing Braden back onto his cock.

Holding his older sibling by the ears, Tad began to thrust, fucking face,
drilling Braden's mouth and throat, pumping deeper and deeper, harder and
harder, faster and faster.

Tad ejaculated without warning. His hot sperm gushed like an exploding
volcano. Braden guzzled every burst.

"See, that wasn't so bad," said Tad.

The next day, awakening with morning wood, Tad wanted his cock sucked
again. Once more, he had to remind his older brother of the repercussions
if he refused.

Again, Braden submitted.

And so it went. Every day, Tad got his requisite blowjob. He was always
horny. And his big brother always came through, putting his mouth to good
use.

Came one morning when Braden simply went down on Tad without being told or
asked. He knew what he had to do.

Said Tad, "Now you're learning."

When the semester ended, the brothers went home for the holidays. But
nothing changed. Tad got his nuts drained even under their parents' roof.

One day in January at the cafeteria in the student center, Tad bumped into
the skinny black guy who had delivered the fateful package.

"Sup," said the young brother, extending his hand in friendly greeting.

"Hey," said Tad, completing the gesture. "I never got a chance to thank you
for what you did."

"No problemo. Anyway, I got paid."

"That's right."

"If you don't mind my asking, what was that all about it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me. Name's Marcus, by the way."

"Tad."

"You don't have to tell me. It's none of my business. Just curious."

`I want to tell someone. But it's personal, not to mention a little nasty."

"Now I'm really curious!"

"Okay. Let me start by asking you a question. If you don't want to answer
or if you find it offense, we'll drop it."

"I'm game."

"Would you let a dude suck your cock?"

"You mean, would I mess with a faggot?"

"Not necessarily. Say you had the power to make a guy you used to respect
give you a blowjob whenever you wanted, someone who used you unforgivably
to get themselves out of a jam. Would you do it?"

"Dayumm!" Marcus exclaimed. "That is some nasty shit."

"So, you wouldn't do it."

"I didn't say that. Let me think. First of all, I don't got a problem with
a guy giving me head. Been there. And that's strictly between you and me. I
think most guys have at one time or another, but no one talks about it."

"Would you suck a cock?"

"Hell no!"

"Me neither."

"What you're really asking is could I get so pissed off that I would do
something like that. Sure. Why not? If I could get away with it."

"What if it was your own brother?"

"No shit!" said Marcus, with a chuckle. "Is that what you got running? Your
own brother suckin' your dick? Are you shitting me?"

"I told you it was nasty."

"Man, I hate my fucking brother! If I could make him suck my dick, kiss my
ass, and lick my feet, I would do it in a heartbeat! Word is bond!"

"Marcus, my friend, how would you like to have some fun?"

"What do you have in mind?"

Later that day when Braden got home, Tad and Marcus were waiting. They were
hanging out in the living room, shirts off, drinking beer, watching
football. Saints losing to the Seahawks.

Braden scowled when he saw the ebony-skinned stranger sprawled comfortably
across the sofa.

"This is my buddy, Marcus," Tad explained. "I was telling him about
you. Like what a great brother you are helping me out sometimes. He wanted
to meet you."

"I've got stuff to do," said Braden.

"You can do it later," Tad insisted. "See, I told Marcus you would help him
out, too, like you do for me. He's a friend."

"Tad, no..."

"I heard you give crazy head!" said Marcus, sitting up.

"You told him?" Braden began to pace nervously.

"How about it? Marcus wants a blowjob. It'll only take a few minutes, and
then you can go. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

"I'm not blowing some nigger!"

Tad turned to Marcus and apologized: "Sorry you had to hear that. My
brother forgets his place sometimes."

"That's aiiight," said Marcus.

"Get on your knees," Tad remonstrated. "Apologize to my friend. Say you're
sorry!"

When Braden balked, Tad whispered a few choice words in his ear.

"I'm sorry," grumbled Braden, assuming the position. The spark of defiance
in his big blue eyes was quenched.

Tad: "Say: I'm sorry for being an asshole, SIR!"

"I'm sorry for being an asshole, SIR!"

"Dayumm," Marcus roared. "You got him trained!"

"He's a faggot," Tad shrugged. "He isn't a man. I wish he wasn't my
brother, but what can I do? At least he's good for something, know what I
mean?"

"I hear you!" Marcus snickered, pulling out his tool. "Suck on this,
faggot."

His black cock was long like a snake, yet Braden managed to take it down
his throat without much of a struggle.

A funky, musky scent rose from the youth's nappy crotch, invading Braden's
nostrils. Like nothing he ever smelled before, making his head spin.

A change came over Braden. Now he wanted to suck this long black cock. He
could not help himself.

Without thinking, Braden wrapped his fingers around the base of Marcus'
cock, a handjob to enhance the suction of his mouth.

"Hands off the meat!" Marcus barked. "I don't want you touching me, faggot!
Didn't your momma tell you not to play with your food?  Put your hands
behind your back. Just use your mouth!"

Braden did just as he was told. There was no fight left in him. His head
bobbed up and down, working furiously at his task. Sucking cock was now his
purpose and reason for existence.

"How's that feel?" asked Tad.

"Not bad," said Marcus. "Your brudder knows how to suck a dick!"

"He's a cocksucker."

"Yahhhh, I see!"

Tad and Marcus shared a laugh and high-fived. In that moment, a bond was
forged between them. The kind of solidarity only real men share.  The
blowjob lasted a good twenty minutes before Marcus felt the inevitable
contractions, skeeting his load down Braden's gullet.

His semen tasted different than Tad's, sweet and salty at once, a farrago
of flavors, and there was so much more of it.

So much that it dripped from Braden's lips like foam, like venom. Pimp
juice. Baby batter. Spermatozoa.

When Marcus erupted, Braden spontaneously ejaculated, wetting the crotch of
his pants.

Panting heavily, Braden looked over and saw that Tad had recorded the
entire scene on his cell phone.

"You did good," said Tad. "You can go now."

In silence, Braden withdrew to the bedroom while Tad and Marcus resumed
watching the game.

"That was wild," said Marcus. "Your brother sucks a mean dick. He was
totally into it."

"I noticed," Tad grinned.

"You know what they say. Once you go black..."

"You don't go back! Yeah, I've heard that. And you might be right! Seems
like my brother has a thing for black cock!"

"We got it like that!" Marcus chuckled, grabbing his crotch.

"I think my big brother would like to hook up some of your friends."

"That can definitely be arranged."

Tad and Marcus high-fived. This was one of those times when a whiteboy and
a black man came together for a common cause. Real men stick together.

Tad started dating Kathy, his brother's former girlfriend, and soon had no
use for Braden's services. But once Marcus put out the word, Braden found
himself giving head to practically every black stud on campus, including
some of the professors. Not to mention numerous hispanics employed as
janitors and landscapers.

Tad and Marcus even found a way to pimp out Braden's skills. Although no
black guy or Latino would ever pay for a blowjob from a whiteboy, there
were plenty of randy white freshmen, dumb and full of cum, who went for it.
Braden's services were advertised on men's rooms all over campus. In one
week alone, Braden blew a dozen white dudes who paid twenty dollars
each. That came to $240 which Tad and Marcus split fifty-fifty. The cash
kept rolling in!

Braden Sullivan never did figure out if he was gay or straight, but the
more cock he sucked, the better he got at it, until he stopped thinking
about pussy altogether, craving cock. He never discovered who the
blackmailer was, but if you have not figured it out by now, Marcus was
behind that shit all along.

Seems Braden accidentally bumped into Marcus once and snapped, "Nigger,
watch where you're going!" That was all it took for Marcus to orchestrate
his revenge. And now you know the rest of the story!

Payback is a bitch.



THE END