Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 20:59:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Foster Brother, Chapter 1

	"You're getting a foster brother, John," my dad blurted out of the
blue last Friday afternoon.

	"WHAT?" I sputtered.

	"He's in your class.  You already know him," he soothed.  My mother
stood in the background, offering a smile and moral support to my dad.

	"Who is he?" I fumed.

	"Jayden Spencer," my mother volunteered.  "His grandma passed away
last week and he's underage, so he needs parenting.  I've known Cleta since
I was a kid.  I'm sure Jayden is a good boy.  Besides, I promised her."

	I didn't know him well, but I knew him.  Jayden didn't hang with my
crowd of athletes.  He was more bookish.  He was an okay guy, but the whole
idea of sharing my stuff AND my room with this "stranger" had hit my cranky
button hard.  We had very little in common, other than both of us had just
turned 17 and were black.  He's about 5'8" (weighs about 150) and I'm 6'4"
(and weigh 218).  I'd seen him in gym classes and he had a good body, but
just didn't care about sports like I did.

	And there was the "other" issue.  That's really what made me
cranky.  I've been workin' my big dick (and my tongue) up my best friends'
bootays since we were 14.  How was I supposed to "entertain" my closest
friends with this guy hangin' around?

	"When's this wonderful change gonna happen?" I nearly snarled.

	"Don't you take that tone with me, John Alexander!" my mother
pounced.  She paused for a moment, boring her eyes into mine.  I glanced
away.  There's no way to out-stare my mother!  "He'll be arriving tomorrow
morning.  I'd like you to help him bring some of his things over."  I
continued my sullen pout.  This time, my father glared back at me.  "Most
of his grandmother's things will go to her sister, but Jayden's clothes and
so forth will come here," Mom concluded.

       I knew there was no hope of getting out of this.  I shrugged
non-commitally and stared at the floor.  This wasn't a disaster, but it
sure resembled one.

	"What time?" I sighed.

	"Right after breakfast," my dad replied.  "This will even up the
odds a little bit, John," he smiled at me.  "Now there'll be three of us
men against the three girls."  My mom laughed lightly.  My two younger
sisters and my mom were always ganging up on my dad and me.  I had to smile
at the possibility.

	"How long am I gonna have a roommate?" I asked, bringing the
conversation back to my impeding celibacy.

	"He turns 18 in January, but he needs to finish high school," my
mother began.

	"And he's a smart boy, so he'll be going to college, probably on
scholarships," my dad added.

	I groaned.  There'd been a vague hope that it would only be for my
senior year in high school.  But, it looked like it would be for five
years, perhaps more.  At least, I'd only have to deal with him for this
summer, the next school year, and next summer before I went away to
college.  But, I'd still have to put up with him each summer between
college years.  I gritted my teeth.  This had serious "blue balls" written
all over it.

	My sexual routine had been to pound the hell out of both of my good
friends' butts between school letting out each day and my parents getting
home from work.  During most of the school year, we were involved in
athletic training, so we'd fuck at my house (my sisters were hanging out at
the mall with their friends), in the locker room, or some other deserted
place.  Weekends, we'd hang out together and find a way to get some privacy
to get it on more times in my room or theirs.  This wasn't going to happen
at all now.

	I skulked away to my room.  They knew I wasn't happy about it, but
there was nothing I could do to change their minds.  I called my friend
Lamar and broke the news to him.  The first thing he asked was "What we
gonna do about gettin' freaky?"

	"Beats the fuck outta me," I complained.

	"You told this to Ty, yet?"  I assured him that I'd called Lamar
first.  "Ty's gonna go off the chain," Lamar offered.  "You know how much
he loves to toss your salad while you're hammerin' my ass and then take
your second load up his ass."

	"Yeah," I sighed, "I know."

	"What we gonna do, Man!" he wailed.  "My sisters are always hangin'
around here, so we can't get it on here.  Ty's got the same problem, but
with his little brother."  I sighed again.  Our prospects were looking
dimmer all the time.  "You know this Jayden cat very well?"

	"Nah.  I have him in a couple of classes, but he's pretty quiet.
But, he's smart.  He gets the best grades in the class most of the time," I
volunteered.

	"I don't know him well, either.  I've seen him in gym classes and
he's in my home room.  Other than that, I don't know jack about him.  You
think Ty does?"

	"I gotta call him and break the bad news to him anyway, so I'll
ask.  I'll call ya back later."

	I waited a moment to call Ty.  He was the one who got us started on
man-to-man sex when we were all 14.  It started innocently enough with
jacking on each other, but it quickly went much farther.  Ty had an older
brother (only 2 years older) who showed him the pleasures of off-the-hook
sex with another man.  Within a month, the three of us (not including his
brother) were doing it ALL!  Meanwhile, his older brother had hooked up
with a college guy who loved sex with him, so he'd pushed Ty aside.  I've
thanked him many times for showing me what it means to have hella hot sex.

	You understand that this hasn't been my only sexual outlet.  I've
dated girls, but they just don't click like the three of us do.  And the
only real penetration sex I've had with girls was unsatisfying.  I couldn't
go as deep as I could with Ty and Lamar, and I had to wear a condom with
the girls.  At my age, I didn't need to be a father!

	Mechanically, I hit the speed dial for Ty.  I blurted out the bad
news without preamble.  "FUCK!" he responded explosively.  "What we gonna
do, Man?  This some cat we know?"

	"Jayden Spencer," I sighed.

	"Yeah?  This isn't so bad, then," he laughed.

	"Why?"

	"I hear tell that he's been hitting the adult bookstores and
servicing patrons.  You dig?"

	"No shit!"

	"I don't know any details, just the rumor," Ty cautioned.  "But, I
think it's solid."

	Saturday arrived far too early.  I crawled out of bed, showered,
ate breakfast, and dragged my cranky ass over to Jayden's grandma's house.
For a rental, she'd kept it in good shape.  But, with the additional
information from my mother about the old woman's failing health, I figured
out that Jayden did all the yard work and kept the place looking good.
Jayden was waiting on the front porch with his life in two boxes of clothes
and other memorabilia.  An older man was standing next to him.  He was the
landlord.  Jayden handed him the keys, shook his hand, and picked up the
two boxes, and didn't look back.  A tear glistened in his right eye.

	For a moment, I didn't know what to do or say.  I imagined what
kind of shape I'd be in if someone that close to me had passed away.  My
dad jabbed me in the ribs and nodded toward my new roommate.  I pulled at
the boxes and Jayden let go.  He seemed on the edge of holding it together
or falling apart.  My dad put his arm around Jayden's shoulder and walked
him to the car.  If my mom had done that, Jayden would have lost it.  I
imagined he'd been extremely close to his grandma.

	Back at our house, I put the boxes on his new bed.  "What can I do
to help?" I offered.  "I've already made space for you in my closet."
Jayden stared back at me blankly.  "Yo, Jay!" I prodded.

	He blinked.  "Uh, sorry.  Thanks."  He opened both boxes and hung a
few clothes up.  My dad had found an old dresser that fit against the wall
next to mine.  He filled only one drawer with socks and underwear, then,
filled a second one with memorabilia.  He glanced up at me.  "I, uh, wanted
to thank you for rescuing me," he began.  "I wasn't sure what would happen
to me after grandma died.  I know this is an imposition on you, but I had
no one else to turn to," he added close to tears again.  His aunt already
had too many of her two daughters' kids in her house.

	"We'll figure out a way to make it work," I smiled down at him.
"But, let's discuss what's expected out of both of us before we get
crossways with each other."  For the next hour, we discussed the use of the
bathroom, our schedules, study times, etc.  I deliberately left out
discussing Ty's rumor.  I'd deal with that later.

	At bedtime, I offered the bathroom to Jayden first.  After he
showered and dried off, I pulled off my clothes and did the same.  Back in
my room with a towel wrapped around me, I ventured, "We got a couple other
issues to iron out, too, Jay," I began.  He looked up at me in an odd sort
of way, like he'd been caught staring.  "I sleep in the nude.  You gonna be
okay with that?"

	He nodded and smiled.  "Me, too."

	"And, uh, I gotta jack every day or my nuts will burst, so you'll
have to get used to it, or just turn away."

	He laughed nervously.  "Uh, I gotta nut almost every day myself,"
he confided.  "Part of being 17, I guess."

	"Good," I pronounced and dropped my towel.  I strode to my long
twin bed (only two feet away from his, due to the size of my bedroom) and
flopped on to my back.  Jayden stripped off his shorts and glanced over at
me.  I began stroking my dick.  He grinned, got on to all fours, and
stroked his dick, too.  "That how you jack?" I asked.  He nodded and
continued watching me.

	He had a fat 8" cut dick.  My thick 10" dick sprang up to full size
in seconds.  Jayden did have a good body and his dick was mesmerizing.
Precum oozed from the fat tip as he stroked.  My mouth got dry and I licked
my lips.  His free hand slipped between his legs and his played with his
heavy nuts, and then slipped back farther to rub his ass gently.

	"Need help?" he whispered throatily.

	"Sure," I croaked back.  He moved over to my bed quickly and
engulfed my erect right nipple.  Shudders roared through my body and my
nuts jerked.  "Oh, yeah," I breathed hotly.  I reached over and touched his
ass with my free hand and caressed his hard, melon-like right butt cheek.
He groaned lustily.

	"You have a nice touch," he whispered.  I smiled and boldly
explored more of his ass, but not quite dipping my hand into his ass
trench.  He wiggled his butt, encouraging me to do more.  He moved slightly
so I could get a better angle on feeling up his ass.  As his lips moved
down my abs, my dick jerked hard in anticipation.  I stroked his heavy nuts
and angled my hand to encircle is thick dick root.  At the same moment, I
felt his lips close over my dripping dickhead.  I whimpered and squeezed
his dick harder.  Both of his hands fondled my fat dick as his lips sucked
ravenously.  I moved again to get a better view of his leaking dick.  He
swung a leg over my head, planting his throbbing manhood against my lips.
Eagerly, I engulfed it.

       We 69'ed for a couple of minutes.  My hands roamed sensuously over
his hard ass, dipping casually into his deep ass trench and grazing over
his tight, puckered sphincter.  He played with my full nuts and sucked
harder on my bloated dick.  He pulled away twice complaining that he was
getting too close to a climax.  I smiled and licked his nuts while he
cooled off.  Both times, though, I made sure that the tip of my nose
touched his asshole.  He winced and almost squealed at the contact.  Again,
he pushed me away, protesting that he was gonna blow any second if I
continued.

       I rolled off the bed and got behind him.  Both hands touched and
handled his hard ass, my eyes glued to the tight, winking sphincter in the
middle of his deep glutes.  My thumbs alternately played with his back
door, rubbing lightly across his ass lips.  The towel I'd had to catch my
spraying load (if I'd jacked off) was beneath him now.  I knew that my
friend Lamar nearly always pumped out a load when I fucked him, whether he
jacked or not.  Jayden could be the same way.  Better be wary, I decided.

	"You like that, doncha?" I smiled, increasing the pressure on his
winking hole.  He moaned a reply.  "You had a guy work your ass before?"
He noticeably stiffened.  "That's okay," I soothed.  "I know how to make it
feel even better than they did."  I leaned in and kissed his butt cheeks,
sending him into a swoon.  My circle of kisses tightened, and then zeroed
in on his winking pucker.  When my tongue touched his sensitive asshole, he
groaned loudly.

	"Fuck, that feels good!" he mewled.  With that encouragement, I
tossed his salad for the next 15 minutes, until his ass was dripping with
my spit and he was quivering with pleasure.

	I withdrew my tongue and pushed my fat, leaking dickhead against
his wet hole and pushed gently.  Precum oozed from my piss slit, aiding the
invasion.  Jayden groaned at the additional pleasure and the promise of
more thick inches of black dick to stretch and fill his love tunnel.  As I
fed more, hard dick into him, I leaned over his back and kissed his ears
and neck.  He purred his joy.

	"You got some experience, Jayden," I chuckled softly.  My 10"
baby-maker hit bottom and I purposefully made it jerk so he could feel it.

	"I've never felt anything so BIG or so GOOD!" he breathed lustily.
"You gotta fuck me, John.  Fuck me good!" he insisted.

	"You gonna have to back off on the dick strokin' with your ass
muscles or I'll be done before you get that fuck you need so badly," I
warned.  His tight grip loosened slightly, but I was still very close to a
monster climax.  I pulled out nearly all the way, leaving in only the
swollen head.  He pushed back against me, skewering himself on my thick,
obsidian rod, again.  I held my breath, hoping to avoid the climax that was
threatening to end the building pleasure.  His butt pulsed and squeezed me.
"Stop that or I'll not be able to stop the flood!" I grimaced.

	"I gotta have it!" he insisted.  I knew I'd be good for another
load in his ass before we got to sleep, so I let the climax build.  Jayden
reached between his legs and massaged my tight nuts.  That was the trigger.
There was no holding back, now!

	I grabbed his hips and plunged deeper into him, grinding my pubes
into his sensitive, tender manhole.  I lurched forward, my hard dick buried
as deeply as it could go.  His ass pulled hard on my tumescent dick and
drank deeply of the first creamy shot of jizz that poured into him.  Rope
after warm rope of creamy, white baby gravy jetted hard into his eager
butt.  I held on and thrust harder with each climax wave.  I couldn't stop
and didn't want to!  More dick juice raced into his welcoming ass.  Jayden
was as good at my friends Ty and Lamar, and probably had more experience by
the way he so easily and eagerly took my fat 10" dick all the way up his
ass.

	More juice squirted into him.  I stopped counting after six
shuddering climax waves.  My powerfucking hips were on automatic.  My chest
pressed into his back, my body spastically jerking with each new climax.
But, my dick continued to fire and my hips to pump hard and deep.  Jayden's
ass milked my spewing dick, drinking deeply of my essence.  This young man
definitely had practiced on big dicks before.

	Erratic spasms wracked my body as my climax waned.  Jayden's
sucking ass calmed as my hips grew still.  "Fuck, Jayden," I whispered
between gasps of breath.  "You off da chain, Man!"

	He sighed contentedly.  "I've never had anyone fuck the nut right
out of me," he finally managed.  "Your bed's gonna be wet now."

	I smiled and replied, "I took the precaution of putting a towel
under you when I got behind you."  He looked beneath us and smiled back at
me.  "You nut because you were jackin' or because I was poundin' your ass?"

	Jayden grinned and looked away.  "I couldn't help myself.  The
climax was on me before I could stop it, so I just helped it along when
there was no way to turn back.  Of course, that monster horsedick of yours
pushed it even faster than I thought was possible," he added with a squeeze
of his ass.

	As is usual, my dick was still pretty hard, even though I'd just
nutted.  I made it jump in his ass when his squeeze relaxed.  "You seemed
to enjoy yourself," I whispered into his ear and kissed it.

	"I've enjoyed being a bottom since I first started having real sex
with other guys," he revealed.

	"When was that?" I pressed.

	"Oh, I was probably 13 or so," he recalled fondly.  "It was a kid a
year older.  We got to messing around and he took my cherry that afternoon.
He did such a great job of tossin' my salad that it didn't hurt at all when
he fucked me.  Of course, he shot his wad within seconds of getting his
dick into me.  As soon as he pulled out, he sucked me off (which took all
of 20 seconds, if that)."

	I laughed.  "I waited until I was 14.  But, I sure had ideas about
it before then," I said.

	"You gettin' freaky with someone now?" Jayden wondered.

	"Uh, well, I have a couple of friends with benefits," I dodged.

	"Anyone I'd know?"

	"Yeah," I equivocated.

	"Who?"

	I pulled slowly out of his well-fucked and creamed ass and flopped
on to the narrow bed beside him.  "Uh, I don't think I should be the one to
out them.  I can ask them if they'd mind, though," I offered.

	"Are they exclusive to you?"

	"As far as I know, yeah."

	"What kinda stuff you do with them?" he leered, leaning over and
licking up a growing puddle of nut juice leaking from my slowly shrinking
dick.  His tongue grazed my thick dickhead and I jumped.  I'm always a
little sensitive there after a good climax.  And every time I nut, I leak
cum for another five minutes.  That's been the cause of starchy, stiff
shorts and sheets since I had my first ejaculation when I was 13.

	"We haven't held back anything we've thought of, yet," I smiled
triumphantly.

	"You ever done this?" he smirked and engulfed my cummy dickhead and
sucked another three inches of shaft into his wet mouth.

	"Dayum!" I exploded, trying to pull away from being overly
stimulation.  "That shit's freaky!"  He held on tightly, sucking me harder.
He pulled at my hips and pulled more of my dick into his mouth.  The
sensitive head was buried in the back of his throat and his tongue worked
feverishly on the shaft.  I relaxed a little and let him have his way.
Despite the fact that my dick had just nutted deep in his ass, he was
sucking on it like it was good.

	He finally pulled away and sat up.  "Didn't wanna spill any," he
smiled.

	"Uh, my dick's gotta taste like, uh, well, shit!" I marveled.

	"Not really," he countered.  "More like cum," he volunteered.

	"But..."

	"I was hoping you'd fuck me, so I cleaned myself out while in the
shower," he explained.

	"Oh."

	"You ever felched?"

	"What's that?" I cautiously asked.  This boy definitely knew some
sex terms and had more experience than I did.

	"Snowballin' after you fucked and nutted in a guy's ass," he said
blankly (like I was possibly the most naïve person on the planet).

	I knew what snowballin' was, but I sure didn't know about eatin'
nut from the ass you just fucked bareback!  "You mean, eatin' cum from the
ass you just fucked and nutted in?"  He nodded.  "DAYUM!  That's some kinky
shit!" I laughed.  He wasn't laughing.  "Uh, you did this before?"

       He nodded again.  "And had it done to me," he added.

       "You serious?"

	Again, he nodded.  "Many times.  But, it isn't every time, you
understand.  There are lots of times when it is inappropriate for obvious
reasons."

	"Where you doin' all this?" I wondered.

	"Around," he evaded.  I raised an eyebrow, challenging him.  "We
gonna be bruthas, so I might as well tell you the whole tale," he sighed.
"I've been suckin' dick since I was 12, and have taken it up the ass since
I was 13.  I've always had kind of a big dick, so I did a lot of fuckin'
until I found out how good it is to get fucked."  I stared him down.  "And
before you ask, I've only barebacked a couple of guys I knew weren't gonna
give me the bug.  You, for instance."  I nodded, acknowledging his
compliment, and encouraging him to continue.  "When I was 14, I got the ass
eating of my young life by a neighbor boy.  I was so hungry for more that
when he started fuckin' me, I knew I'd hit the lottery!"

	"So, you versatile, or you prefer bottom?" I interrupted.

	"I prefer bottom," he said decisively.  "But, I got such a thick
dick that a lot of guys want me to fuck them, too.  So, I do."

	I smiled, thinking how much Lamar and Ty would love to sit on
Jayden's fat dick.  That big thing was as thick as mine, maybe thicker.
However, I clearly had the longer dick by an easy two inches or more.  "How
often you hit the bookstores?" I asked.  As soon as I said it, I knew I'd
fucked up.  I wasn't supposed to know where he was gettin' dicked.  But,
Jayden didn't acknowledge my screw up.

	"I get there every weekend for a little while, anyway," he
continued as if I'd not said anything I shouldn't.  "Some weekends, I do
better.  It kinda depended on how my grandma was doing."  He paused for a
moment reflecting on his recent loss.  He sighed and smiled.  "At least
now, I'll be able to do a lot more there."

	"Unless I pound your ass so much during the week that you won't
need to go anywhere else," I said, leaning in and kissing him softly on the
lips.  I could taste cum and a slight flavor of butt.  I'd had worse when
Ty or Lamar hadn't cleaned up so well before we started our daily sexual
encounter.  It certainly wasn't objectionable.  I rolled on top of him and
slid my manhood between his legs.  He lifted his legs up and guided my
half-hard dick toward his asshole.  He stroked me a couple of times and I
felt my dick stiffening.  I kissed him again, more urgently.  He returned
the kiss and pulled me deeper into his ass.

	This was good!  I was gonna get a second nut after all!  The big
load I'd already shot up his hungry love tunnel lubed me well for an easier
slide up his eager manhole.  He kissed me ardently as my dick hit bottom
and I began to fuck him in long strokes.  Jayden started to stroke his
dick, but I slapped his hand away.  I pulled out enough to let just the tip
of my dick stay in his ass and bent over to lick at his fat dickhead.  I
tasted some of his spent cum from his last climax and more precum.

	"Fuck me good, Baby," he murmured when we broke our kiss
momentarily.  I assumed he meant a good powerfuck.  I was more than willing
to take him and use him for my pleasure.  Jayden seemed to have no sexual
boundaries as a bottom.

	"You sure take dick well," I moaned as I long-dicked him slowly.

	"I've had some experience with well-hung men at the bookstore," he
smiled up at me.  "But, none of them are as good as you."

	I thought it was a big line, but I didn't really care.  I knew his
ass loved my dick and expected another load from me.  I couldn't disappoint
my new foster brother now, could I!?


Another chapter coming.  Constructive comments to blackhunk33@yahoo.com