Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2017 20:35:29 -0500
From: Nick K <theshyguy64@gmail.com>
Subject: The Little Brother Chapter 2

Hello again! Thanks for all of the feedback I got for the first chapter!
It's really helpful to know the direction some of you are interested in. I
have an idea as to where it's going to go but getting that input will
always help to gear the story more towards where you all would like
it. This chapter is going to explore the relationship between Benji and
some of his school friends a bit, but will definitely feature some more fun
than the last chapter.

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       The rest of the morning before leaving for school was uneventful. I
got on the bus, thankful to be away from my brother. He's gotten to be so
aggressive lately and I need to find a way to stop him. Maybe my father's
right. Maybe I need to man up and just kick his ass. Like that would ever
happen. By the time I even got close, he'd probably crush me. When did he
get so strong? When did he get so tall? When did his feet grow to be so
gigantic? When am I so hard right now?
       Of course at that moment the bus decides to make it to the school. I
adjust myself in my seat before trying to stand up. Luckily I have a
messenger bag that perfectly conceals my hard-on from people. I walk
towards my homeroom and get stopped by one of my few friends. It's not that
I'm unpopular or unliked, it's just that I usually tend to keep to
myself. I've known Wyatt since the 3rd grade when our moms got to be decent
friends through PTA. Fortunately that friendship worked for us and has
lasted since. He's also the only person that knows I'm gay. He,
unfortunately, is not. He is about 6'2", thing but toned with a flat
stomach. We had gym together when we were 13 and even then he was
definitely packing something special. He loves to walk around in just gray
sweatpants when he's at home and, as we all know, those leave very little
to the imagination. He loves to tease me by grabbing at his crotch and
showing off his very fat cock.
       "Hey Benji, how's it going?" He says, showing off his perfect,
winning smile to me. My still hard cock throbs in my pants. We start
walking towards our homeroom.
       "Not great. Just found out that my parents are going away for the
weekend. Jake's already being a piece of shit about it." I say, dejectedly.
       "What are you talking about? This is gonna be great. I'll sneak some
beer and some bud and we can have a great time!" Wyatt says a little too
loudly for my comfort. He had a tendency to not care what anyone heard from
him. His confidence is basically the opposite of mine, though. I'm the type
to be afraid of just about anything. I'm getting better though. I think.
       "So last night was a bust" Wyatt tells me, seeming upset.
       "Oh? Why's that? Struck out again with Jess?" He lets out a deep
sigh.
       "Yeah, I got a finger in her and she said it didn't 'feel right'
whatever the fuck that means. I went home and jerked it like 3 times after
that last night. She gets me so hot and I just want to make a bitch
scream."
       Please Wyatt, make me scream. Make me your bitch. Yeah, if only. I'd
love if he would just make me his, but he's still unfortunately
straight. Maybe this weekend I'll be able to get him to do something to me
while he's drunk. I mean, a blow job's a blow job, right?
       "You'll get it in eventually, I say rolling my eyes at him. You
know, I can't get any for a certain reason." I give him a slight glare."
       "just give it time, buddy. Someone will put that little dick of
yours to use someday."
       I give him a quick shot in the ribs and he feigns pain before
patting me on the head. He knows that I hate when he does that so I just
skulk as we walk into homeroom. I guess I shouldn't feel too bad. At least
I have him for decent eye candy throughout a lot of the day. We planned our
schedules that was so we have plenty of time to see each other. The bell
rings and we make our way through the day.
       The day is uneventful until every scrawny, unathletic guy's favorite
class of the day: gym. This was one of the few classes I had without Wyatt
and the last of the day, so I just dealt with things on my own. It's
definitely nice though because you get a nice array of guys in various
stages of undress. I was lucky enough to have one of the starts of the swim
team in gym with me and his locker was assigned to be right next to
mine. Being on the swim team, there is just about no shame for him. Every
class he strips naked and changes into a jock, and for good reason. He has
a cock that would put most horses to shame. It looked like it hangs half
way down his long, slender leg and it has to be as thick as a soda
can. Unfortunately for me, today would be the day I stare too long.
       "What are you looking at, queer?" He says, half seriously. All I can
do is stammer a bit having been caught. "You want this? He grabs his cock
at the base and flops it in my direction. I just turn bright red and feel
my own cock betray me and start snaking down the leg of my boxers. I
quickly throw on my gym shorts and run into the locker room bathroom,
hearing the jock's laughter as I go. I sit in the bathroom stall, waiting
for my hardon to go down. I text Wyatt to settle the plans for the
weekend. He had texted his mom and he will be spending the weekend at my
house. Good. At least now I don't need to deal with my brother alone at
all.
       Gym class goes on without too much of an issue. Mike, the swimmer,
kept singling me out. We were playing basketball and he kept fouling
me. Not that the teacher and swim coach would do anything to stop it. I
don't even think I could count the number of times I was knocked to the
floor that class. However, being around that hot, sweaty athlete was enough
to keep my cock half-hard the entire class. Every time he'd get close to me
all I would be able to smell is the strong, ripe smell of teen athlete.
       After class, as it's the last class of the day, most of the guys opt
not to shower, especially if there aren't any sports going on, which there
currently aren't. So I do my standard "get changed as quickly as possible"
routine but, halfway through, Mike stops me.
       "You should take a shower, you worked up a sweat." He said, giving
me a strange look.
       "Nah, I'm just going to shower when I get home. No point in
showering here if I can be comfortable at home. Besides, I don't have any
soap here." I say, hoping he'll drop it.
       "You can use some of mine. Take a shower. Now." There was a lot of
emphasis on the now.
       "Okay, fine." I say, hoping not to anger him further. He's known for
having a short temper. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist then take
off my boxers before going into the shower. Mike was already there, waiting
for me.
       "Finally, queer. Took you long enough." He sneered. "Come here and
get on your knees."
       "What? I'm not - " He cuts me off.
       "I saw the way you were staring at my fat cock. You want it, come
and get it. If you don't I'm going to tell everyone you're a cocksucker
anyway. Most people think it's true already anyway."
       Fear strikes inside me. Yes a lot of people think I'm gay, but I
don't need someone going around talking about it like that. I strip my
towel, my pathetic cock doing its best to look presentable, but there's
only so much 3 inches can do. I get on my knees in front of him.
       He sees my cock and starts laughing "Fuckin' hell are you tiny. I
don't think my cocks ever been that small. Let's see if you have any value
at all. Open up."
       His cock was quickly lengthening and soon hit its max at 8 fat
inches of jock cock. He slapped me across the face before ramming his cock
down my throat. I was gasping for air and gagging, yet me cock kept
throbbing. As much as I hated being humiliated was as much as I loved
taking his cock. Eventually, I got into a steady rhythm and learned how to
open my throat up for him and I stopped gagging.
       "Oh fuck yeah. You're a good little cocksucker. You love my fat jock
cock in your tight little throat. Keep this up and I'm gonna fill you up
with my cum in no time."
       I kept working his cock in my no-longer-virgin throat and I quickly
became addicted to it. I kept wanting more and more inside my throat and it
was my birthing of being a true cocksucker. As I'm sucking him, he rips his
cock out of my mouth and pushes me to the ground with his foot before
releasing a huge load all over me. 6 ropes of thick cum cover my chest and
face. To add insult to injury, he spit in my face. It was only after he
stopped cumming that I realized what else had happened.
       "Holy shit you really are a fag. Just from me fucking your throat,
you came. God you're pathetic. Get yourself cleaned up. I'll see you here
next Friday."