Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 12:55:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: my life as a whoring student part 4

The meeting with Luc's half brother
by Aihu Fist

I don't really know for sure anymore, as I write this on this virgin paper,
whether I lost my virginity at age eight or at fifteen. Because I recall
the dirty games my brother and I played when we were younger. He was twelve
then and quite interested in exploring my backside. I vividly remember he
had me on my knees on top of the bed while he would look into my unexplored
boy hole. He stuck a finger in it, spat on the inside of tight anus muscle
and fingered me. He then told me to do the same with him. He was quite
precocious, who knows what he did to me when I was sleeping. I have no
idea. I thought of all this while I watched Luc running himself into the
sweat. His bum well wrapped up, I could see that he was growing out of it;
he needed another pair soon, but not for me he did. I had a stiff boner
watching him and was constantly squeezing my thighs, like I do now when I
write this for you all but most importantly, I write this for myself.

During recess, we were always together. You saw him, you saw me, you saw me
you saw him. Some teachers had noticed this, but no action was taken. Those
days we were both considered children and no one would ever have thought of
the possibility of a fifteen year old pedophile. I hear they arrest kids in
the USA and UK of twelve and younger for having played doctor. What world
we live in?

Sometimes I escorted him back to his home, hung around with Abdul, who had
now frequent access to my backdoor. I had even stayed over a few times at
Luc's with the knowledge of my mother.

Those days had been indescribable. We'd both undress and look at each
other's cock getting hard. Our dicks jumped out of our briefs because of
the thought that we were going to share the same bed.

It was the Easter holidays and I was granted to stay over again. Luc's
house was an old one, not properly maintained and cared for. His room was
musty with the wallpaper showing signs of sprouting mushrooms. His bed was
a wooden one with an old mattress, which had been in use for at least two
decades. It had a whole in the middle and a few stains of cigarette
burns. His wardrobe had a pajama, which he only used during the winter. A
vase for peeing stood next to his room table.

But I couldn't care, I was totally happy to be with him and so was he.

Once we lay under the blankets my hand started following its own path and
that led usually to Luc's thighs and crotch. At the same time I took enough
time for French kissing. He adored sucking on my tongue while I fingered
him. We used vegetal kitchen oil. He appreciated me cuddling him, plucking
at his golden dew hairs in the nape of his neck. When I moved my head down
below he chirped like a recently born sparrow.

It sure were Easter eggs of a kind that I found there. He spread his legs
wider and wider and I got my head going on automatic pilot to get him
crazier. He moved his hips relentlessly stuffing my mouth and pulling my
ears at the same time. He became more demanding too. He wasn't that
innocent a boy no more. He began to play the master thing. He seemed to
enjoy brutality while he mouthfucked me. I remember I wanted to back off to
get some air, but he pushed my head down again and shot his load, his
juvenile cum in my equally, though older juvenile throat.

I didn't know if I like that kind of way he behaved with me. Was it because
I felt humiliated or abused or because I wasn't in charge any longer? I
think I became kind of confused, not able to distinguish friends from
customers anymore or say I had trouble in disconnecting sex as a job or sex
for money from sex for fun.

He laughed as I nearly choked on his prick.

'Lick my boy hole, Luc laughed, you are good at it.

I did what he said and stuck my tongue deep in-between his ribbed entry. My
ass stuck up in the air under the bed sheets, he pushing my head again. He
had come but was far from exhausted, he wanted more. Then something
happened, something I will never forget.

The door flew open with a slam against the wall.

-What's going on here? Someone yelled.

I froze, so did Luc.

The guy threw sheet and blanket from my back onto the floor. I looked into
an angry Turkish face. The sperm was dripping from my lips. Luc covering
his crotch clearly afraid of what was going to happen.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up and lifted me off the bed.

-What the fuck are you doing to my brother, you fuck?

-Please, bro, leave him alone, he is my friend, Luc shouted.

Was this his half brother he had fucked with last summer? I was in deep
shit.

-Who are you? How dare you put your hands on my little brother? I should
tell his parents, you are lucky they are out tonight. I should turn you in
to the cops, shouldn't I?

I couldn't utter a sound. I was dumbstruck and trembled allover my body. I
never had a good look at him on the pictures that Abdul had taken of both
of them making love, but here I saw in front of me a muscular guy about
twenty-five years old, threatening me with his hand ready to slap my
face. Which he did. Bang it went. My ear buzzed inside. Tears jolted up in
my eyes. Luc started screaming hell and war to stop it. His brother looked
at him, pretty much enjoying the situation he had created, then looking
back at me and pushing me in a corner.

-You were sucking my brother's dick, weren't you? Was it nice? Are you a
cocksucker?

My brother isn't, no Moslem is. I am sure you allow him to ride you. You
are a Christian whore aren't you?

I don't know whether he knew or whether he just hit the nail by accident.

-Let me see what you have here.

He went for my cock and pulled the foreskin as far as he could.

-A Christian cock all right, he grinned while looking fiercely into my
eyes. I was sobbing while he kept rubbing my penis into his hand.

-You like this don't ya?

I nodded.

-You only like to suck cock of little boys, don't ya?

I nodded again, hoping he would understand and release me.

He got hold of my balls and plucked at the bit of pubic hair that I had.

-Blond pubic hair, how sweet. I bet you prefer no hair at all.

 He put his index finger and thumb in a squeezing circle around the base of
my shaft and under my scrotum and pulled me near him.

-We Moslems like to fuck, for we are men. You Belgians are all whores who
get it up the arse, because you have no men blood in your bodies.

Luc, wasn't saying anything anymore, he was an onlooker, he wasn't shouting
no more, instead he looked at the scene mesmerized with what was unfolding
in front of his eyes. As a matter of fact his cock stood hard, inspired by
the scene his brother was causing. His brother must've noticed his
brother's pecker, as he winked at him condoning what he saw. It seemed to
encourage him to be even meaner with him.

-We are friends, I said at last.

-Sure we are, his bro said.

-I mean Luc and I. We are schoolmates, and I have been here various times
to sleep over.

-Really, you mean to fuck over...

I blushed, he was right. I was still standing near the corner and I had a
good view on his growing crotch. He was wearing a jogging suit. The hard
one in there couldn't have been seen more detailed then through synthetic
loose hanging clothing. He saw I was looking at it.

-You like what I have here, huh?

Saying this, he snuggled up his amazing length and rubbed it a bit. Mine
was half-mast. He didn't like that.

-I am disappointed with what I see there. Is that all you can do? Turn
around; I want to see your naked bottom.

I slowly moved around, thinking at the same time how to escape from
here. What would Abdul do if he knew about this? I wanted to look back over
my shoulder to see what he was up to.

-Look in front of you, bitch, he shouted.

I heard Luc giggle in his hand. It shocked me. Again I found out I had no
friend. They, all I met were only interested in my arse, not in
friendship. His brother dropped his pants.

-Bring that bottle over here, bro, he shouted. You get down in-between his
legs and pull his arse apart.



His hairy legs tickled mine; it gave me goose pimples. I was ever so
sensitive.

Luc's head was under my ball sac while he stretched my cheeks. The rough
hand of his brother moved in there lubricating my anus very carefully, with
love.

How strange I thought, such a bully but when it comes to fuck me he becomes
an angel.

He said no more until he sneaked into my heated hole. Luc had a wonderful
view on his bros nut bag and movements of his legs. I looked down, but I
only saw the beginning of his crack. His skinny pelvis was outlined as into
a Caravaggio painting. Then I felt his hands reaching for my cock and
secretly started to wank me. I was thankful for that. At least he enjoyed
my body and wanted to give me some satisfaction while his bro had his go at
me.

-Move your arse back and forth, bro shouted.

I did that too, as if he were one of my regulars

As his needs increased he fucked me forcefully and deeper.

-Rub my balls, bro, he ordered Luc. I am going to cum soon.

-Aaaaaghgh aaaaghg aaaagggggggg,mmmh, he grunted.

It was done.

He said no more. He seemed to be ashamed. Pulled up his pants and ran out
of the room, leaving me with cum between my thighs. Luc liked it off.

-I love his cum, he said.

-Where has he gone?

-Don't know, he is always like that. I think he likes fucking men, but
doesn't want to admit it.

-But, what should I do? Stay or go away?

-Stay or go, up to you. He's already forgotten it. He is crazy guy. He
fucks me like that too and then he wants me to moan like a woman. When he's
um, he leaves instantly. We never speak about sex after.

-You think I can come back to stay here after?

-No problem, but he may fuck you again. Will that bother you?

-No, it bothered me that you were laughing at me.

-I wasn't, I just knew it's a bunch of bollocks, he never means a word of
what he says. He tries to be mean, to be a man, because he isn't one. He
says we Moslem fuck from behind, but he will never tell you that I am
fucking him too.

This Moslem religion thing got on my nerves; I needed some space to
myself. So I decided to go home, two days earlier than I had thought.

-See you at school, Luc. We kissed a long French one. Then he accompanied
me to the train station. He stayed on the platform till the last wagon got
out of sight.

My room was filled with baggage. My own brother was on holidays too. I
looked under the mattress and found a pack of cards with naked women, a few
porn magazines and what? One gay magazine. I never found this before under
here. On ten magazines I found one gay one. Was he bisexual? I heard
footsteps; I swiftly threw everything back under the mattress and pretended
I was looking for my own things.

My brother wasn't the smartest guy in the world, he was average in looks,
so was I, I thought. He would never undress in front of me, none of us in
the family did.

Anyway, when the night came, I was feverishly hot to entertain me again.

Now he wore no more pajamas. It was springtime and he felt warm enough to
get in bed with only his briefs on.

Goodnight he said and switched off the light.

I stared at the ceiling for some time, maybe an hour, and my thoughts
drifting off to Luc's brother who had abused me. My arse felt ok, as he had
lubed it well. The many cocks I took in the last month had provided me with
quite some resistance to pain. I believe that time, I actually starting
putting my fingers up my arse myself, stretching it. I had to, because I
had customers with various demands and huge cocks. Some got in without spit
or lube at all. They were idiots or sadists, and they never cared what they
did to me.

Thinking of this I had my fingers up my rectum already while my left hand
wandered over the waistband of my brother's underwear. I pinched him
softly, pulled his skin and such, testing whether he was sleeping. I knew
he was, because of the heavy breathing. I moved my body closer to his as I
had tugged his briefs down. I salived my finger and adjusted it into his
fleshy cheeks below my hardened cock.. He started moaning. I stopped and
feared with my heart beating in my throat that he would wake up. He lifted
his legs in a fetus position.

-So much the better for me, I thought.

His crack was now very slimy, glistening in the dark. My cock was a
whopping fifteen centimeters grinding his way through the slippery
crevice. I even dared to lay may arm around his waist and pulled my self up
to his soldiers rump. It felt awesome. My head went crazy and my cock
berserk; the tingling sensation of my dick head rushing into his wetted bum
drove me nuts. I wanted to come in him and I nearly did, but then he moved
onto his tummy, which made my dick flip out of his boy slit.

I couldn't resist and started rubbing my dick faster in my clenched fist
and shot the load onto my own face.

I pulled up his underwear and covered him. Gave a kiss on his bum and went
to sleep.

April, school had started again. A week had gone by and no Luc to be
seen. Maybe he was sick. Or his parents were told about me. I was afraid to
go back until I would see him again at school.

It was four p.m. when I left the school behind. It had been a very rough
day at school. I hated going there. Every day a few boys, who seem to have
discovered my interst in boys, bullied me. As a matter of fact this
happened by accident. One of them was addressing all the boys with 'she'
for fun. I hadn't known or perceived this. So when he started calling me
'she' I got angry. Everyone laughed at me and from that day on they called
me she for everyone to hear. The more I fought against it the harder they
laughed at me. Even the girls did. It depressed me a lot.

I needed some relief from all of this. I strolled through the rue Neuve,
thinking of going to the movies. That's where I usually went when I wanted
to escape this world.

I didn't get to see one, as I realized I was running out of money. So, I
went to the central station. It was by then five or so. There was no one in
the station hall that I recognized.

Only Moroccans. I noticed a few new faces. None of them greeted me. They
all looked hostile.

I wasn't wearing shorts as I cam from school. Scanning the hall rapidly I
saw that most customers had gone with someone, or the cops had raided the
place again. When that happens, customers don't come for weeks.

I ran up the stairs to the men's room, my bladder was pressing hard. I saw
one elderly guy in his seventies winking at me flashing his flaccid cock. I
ignored him and nearly ran out of there.

-Hey you, one whispered, as I was to use the staircase, heading down.

I looked around and saw this Moroccan kid beckoning me. I moved a few steps
up and looked into his face.

-We know you, he said.

While he said this, three others moved up the stairs from behind me.

-Excuse me, but I don't know you guys. And made movements to leave.

The only way down was jump over the banister.

I was now encircled.

-You better come with us, boy. One said prodding something steely in my
back.

We moved to the first floor, which gave out on the Rue Royale. A car stood
ready waiting for them. I was urged to get in.  Two boys at each side of
me, one driver and the guy next to him to talked to me in the first place.

The car sped away direction of Schaerbeek, the periphery of Brussels. The
municipality has nearly grown into a ghetto of migrant workers; ninety
percent of them are Moroccans.

I still had no clue who they were.

-Who are you?

They laughed and said: you will see soon.

We stopped in front of a house that I recognized as the one where I had
been two months earlier. I freaked out and started to thump the guys next
to me.

-Let me out of here, I shouted.

No one in the streets, they had it all planned, it was getting dark too.

One guy knocked his head against my forehead, which nearly made me faint.

Move, him out of here, the driver said.

They took me under my arms and sort of dragged me into that house.

-He's here, Mahmoud. The boys shouted.

Mahmoud, the customer who had nearly cut my balls of stood there in
grinning at me. His cousin stood next to him.

-Strip him, he ordered.

The boys went crazy, laughing, zipping my fly, and tugging my pants
down. Yes the ones my mother thought were decent, but which exposed all I
had below my navel.

-This jacket is for me, one yelled.

-I want his briefs, the old man slurred.

The four held me up and the old man came forward peeling my briefs of.

-Put him down on his feet, the boss ordered.

They walked around in a circle laughing, poking at my butt, slapping my
cock, and lifting my balls with their feet. His cousin was filming it all.

My cock grew fast, I couldn't explain it mentally, but my body reacted to
all this with excitement.

-Chouf (look), he likes it, the young men shouted at the boss.

-Ok, enough play. You bend over. He commanded.

I have been waiting long time. Every day I was looking for you. You don't
seem to work so much there anymore. Have you got your customers somewhere
else?

-I have been sick, I lied.

-Enough talk, he said. Take that in your mouth and suck it hard.

He ploughed in there while the others started examining my backside for
some action. They were quibbling as who should go first. Someone was
pulling my scrotum as if he were milking me.

-I like his balls, he said to another bloke.

-I like his butt hole better; he said and went riding faster. Every push of
his shove my mouth farther over the boss' cock.

-Good, you have learned a lot my friend.

They took turns while the old man stood by watching it while sniffing my
underwear, pulling his weak cock up and down. The ones who had no patience
began riding and sweeping their hard cut cocks against my ribs, driving
their dickheads into my ears in which they finally squirted their cum. The
boss finally came too, moaning and grunting like a pig.

The old man in the end put his in my mouth too while the others were
laughing their heads of. The cock had to be chewed for him to feel
something, I was eager to bite it off, but then I wouldn't have been sure
to get out of her alive. To my surprise, the boss paid me a two thousand
Belgian franks.

-For you to come back on your own here and for my cousin's friends' dicks
you sucked too. We are very happy and pleased that you did that.

They brought me back to the center, where I took the train back home.

I was wondering if I needed therapy? Let's face it, I couldn't look at no
one anymore without thinking of the size of his cock, no matter how old the
man, boy was. I was like x-raying them. Had I become obsessed, was I going
to turn into a psychopath?

Want more stories of my student whoring sex life, and I swear what I tell
is the truth. Truth is sometimes stronger than fiction.

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