Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Main Characters:

• Darren - The main character and faggot
• Randy - Darren's older brother
• Chris - Randy's high school friend
• Scotty – Darren’s cousin
• Mark – Chris’ younger brother
• Steve – Scotty’s best friend
• Brian – Scotty’s friend
• Paul – Scotty’s friend
• Craig – Steve’s older brother
• Matty – Craig’s faggot

The Camping Trip (Day three)

Last night after dinner, Brian and the group of boys had all gone back to Mark and Steve’s tent. Getting close to the end of summer, it had been a warm night and they swam in the river and generally just goofed off. At one point, Mark and Scotty were sitting on the bank talking quietly, while Brian, Steve and Paul were in the water. His curiosity got the better of him and Brian swam close enough to overhear Scotty apologizing to Mark for something. Scotty wasn’t the type to admit ever being wrong, but Brian thought Scotty might be trying to make amends for the earlier fight on the rock. Mark was obviously the stronger of the two and Scotty probably didn’t want his new friend pissed at him.

Scotty had called Brian over to join the conversation, and that’s when he shared his theory that Chris and Craig were gay for each other. Brian actually laughed out loud when Scotty suggested there was no reason why Craig and Chris shouldn’t be sucking all their cocks. Brian told him he was fucking crazy and went back to swimming in the river with Steve and Paul. A little while later, Brian saw Scotty having a private conversation with Steve. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he got about the exchange with Scotty. Especially if Scotty suspected something going on between them. If Scotty was talking shit about Chris and Craig, conspiring with Mark and Steve, he wondered what he might be saying to them about him and Paul. Brian decided it was time for him and Paul to go back to their own tent.

Once they were away from the other boys, they found a small clearing and laid in it looking up at the stars. Being from a city, they were fascinated by all the stars in the sky that they normally couldn’t see. They pointed out the shooting stars and satellites to each other, lying side by side. Brian could sense the apprehension pouring off Paul, as the boy kept brushing an arm or leg against Brian and then quickly pulling it away. He thought it was kind of adorable that his friend was so nervous around him.

Finally, Brian’s growing boner demanded attention. As Paul was trailing his finger in the air trying to identify the Big Dipper and Little Dipper, Brian grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled the boy’s face into his sweaty armpit.

“You like that, pup,” Brian asked his friend, who wasn’t even struggling and instead taking in deep breaths as he took that as an open opportunity to freely touch Brian’s body, “How long have you wanted to do that?”

Pulling away from Brian, the boy just stared and had that look of terror spreading across his face again.

“Tell me,” Brian said kindly, propping himself on one elbow and turned to look at his friend, “All those times we joked about you sucking my dick, and stuff, it wasn’t a joke for you was it?”

“I don’t know,” Paul stuttered and rolled on his back to stare up into the sky, unable to look at Brian directly, “It wasn’t like I always wanted it, I don’t even know when I realized it.”

“We’re best friends since grade school. I love you like a brother,” Brian continued to press, curious to know how long his friend had secretly lusted for him, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I thought you’d hate me,” Paul responded in a soft voice just barely above a whisper.

Hearing his best friend say that, stunned Brian and made him hurt a little, “Do we hate Matty? We know he’s gay, but he’s still one of our friends.”

“Yeah, but that’s different,” Paul argued, “Craig’s there to protect him.”

“Just like I’ll keep you safe,” Brian said confidently, “Now suck my dick, you’ve had me hard all fucking day and I need to dump another load.”

“Yes Sir!” Paul sprang up to his knees and worked the shorts off Brian’s body.

As Paul got to work, Brian laid back, staring at the night sky, enjoying the first real blowjob from his boy. The one earlier in the day on their hike hadn’t been so much of a blowjob as it had been Brian jerking off into Paul’s mouth. The feeling of power had been intoxicating, him standing above his friend and Paul kneeling at his feet willingly holding his mouth open ready to catch Brian’s seed. He now understood why Craig got off on owning Matty the way he did. And how Scotty and Mark thoroughly enjoy using Randy.

He felt Paul’s face press between his legs and the wet tongue start just under his nuts and work its way up to the tip of his cock. Then back down to the nuts, which his boy sucked on, holding first one and then the other lovingly in his mouth. The feeling was amazing as he laid there with his arms raised and hands behind his head, eyes half closed, a light breeze kissing his chest, as his pup moved from his balls. When the warm wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock, the shock of pleasure caused his body to jerk and he grunted.

“Did I hurt you, Sir,” Paul asked worried, pulling off his cock.

“No boy, it felt that good,” Brian reassured him, before grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him back down to take his dick, “Keep worshipping your man’s cock just like that.”

And that’s just what Paul did, taking Brian’s dick back into his mouth and going further down on it. When it hit the back of his throat, he gagged and pulled back but not completely off his dick.

“Good boy,” Brian encouraged, as he kept his hand on the back of Paul’s neck and humped his hips forward into the boy’s face, “No need to rush to take my whole dick down your throat. We’ve got plenty of time to practice and work up to that.”

Paul moaned and used his tongue to caress the underside of Brian’s dick. They got into a pretty steady rhythm between Paul going up and down on Brian’s pole while he pumped it between his fag’s lips. He looked down and enjoyed watching his cock slide in an out of his buddy’s mouth. The boy’s small gymnast body was knelt beside him, with his full attention on Brian’s pleasure and completely ignoring the boner tenting the front of Paul’s own shorts.

“You’ll be staying the night more often from now on, dog,” Brian shared, eliciting further excited moans from his friend, “And our parents won’t even think anything of it, they’re already use to us hanging out all the time.”

It felt like Paul had sucked Brian’s dick for hours, both enjoying it in their own ways. Eventually, it became too much for Brian and he couldn’t hold back the load any longer.

“Oh fuck boy, fuck, you want to eat more of your man’s cum,” Brian asked, already knowing the answer, “Get ready for it fag, you’ve been working for this one for awhile so it’s gonna be massive.”

Paul dove down eagerly on Brian’s dick and increased his efforts, proving just how much he did want to eat more of Brian’s seed. The familiar feeling washed over Brian and he literally screamed out at the intensity of the orgasms. He thought for sure the others back at camp would hear him cumming.

The amount of cum flooding Paul’s mouth must have been too much for him to take. He pulled off Brian’s cock as cum continued to spurt high into the air and rained down on Brian’s stomach and chest. Once Paul had swallowed the first load of cum in his mouth, he took a breath and went back for more. Brian was happy to see his pup so eager for his cum, but his dick was now too sensitive and Brian had to shove him off. Paul fell on his butt and sat there with the cutest look of disappointment on his face as he watched the last of the cum drool out of Brian’s dick.

“What are you waiting for, fag,” Brian asked, motioning to the large pools of cum on his chest and stomach, “Get to work, dog, clean me up. Be a good boy and take care of your man.”

A huge smile broke out across Paul’s face and he hopped back up on his hands and knees. As his friend started to eagerly lap up the cum from Brian’s body, he wondered what it was going to feel like when he fucked his pup. It would be the first time for both of them and he was eager to share that experience with his best friend. Judging by the expressions on Craig’s face when he had Matty riding his rod, Brian couldn’t wait to watch Paul do the same on his.

The two friends had then gone back to their tent and quickly fell to sleep, sleeping next to each other on top of their sleeping bags. Brian woke up first that next morning and gently but insistently slapped his morning wood against Paul’s face until the boy instinctively opened his mouth. As Brian maneuvered his dick between his boy’s lips to get a morning blowjob, he couldn’t help but smile when he thought the irony. Yesterday morning he’d been dreaming about Paul sucking his dick, today it wasn’t a dream.

As Brian pumped his dick in and out of Paul’s mouth, he took his time and enjoyed giving Paul another lesson in cocksucking. Once he’d cum, he figured it was time for them to get up.

“Let’s see what they guys are making us to eat,” Brian suggested, even as Paul was wiping off the excess cum that had escaped his mouth, “You may have just had your breakfast, but I’m starving.”

Mark watched Chris and Craig together with Matty and Darren. As he did, he started to wonder if what Scotty had said last night was true about them being fags. They’d all met up this morning at the main camp and then headed off to the swimming hole upriver after eating. After a few hours of swimming and hanging out, Craig had Matty blowing him and Chris had Darren doing the same. The faggy part wasn’t the fact that they were getting their dicks sucked by fags, it was how close Chris and Craig sat together. Craig even had his arm across his older brother’s shoulders. Nothing about the two’s interactions last night had struck him as gay, but then again he wasn’t really looking for it. Today, it was all Mark could see. And Scotty’s words kept repeating in his head.

After their fight over Randy at this same spot yesterday, Mark had been pretty much ready to write off his new friendship with Scotty. He didn’t have time for Scotty’s bullshit. At first the kid had seemed pretty cool and they had fun tormenting Randy last weekend. But if Scotty was going to question his authority over Randy and act like a little bitch, then Mark was prepared to treat him like one. Then he felt bad for Scotty when he was made to serve them dinner as punishment by Chris. His older brother had apparently not appreciated how Scotty had shared Darren this week. Between his brother punishing Scotty, and Mark having put the kid in his place, Mark figured he might have learned his lesson and deserved a second chance.

So once Mark and Steve were ready to head back to their tent last night with Brian and Paul, he’d invited Scotty to come along. Scotty seemed totally grateful for the reprieve and had later pulled Mark aside while the others were in the river and apologized for his behavior earlier. He’d even acknowledged that Randy belonged to Mark and that Scotty would take his lead from now on in how the faggot was trained. Mark had accepted his apology and the two moved on to talk about other things. Mark hadn’t missed the chance to tease Scotty about how tight his hole had felt when Mark had shoved his fingers in his ass. He asked Scotty if he’d liked how it had felt to have Mark inside him. Scotty just laughed and told him to fuck off and the tension seemed to be gone between them.

Eventually, Scotty had asked Mark what he thought of his friends. Mark said that they all seemed pretty cool, especially Steve. Scotty commented on the close bond that Chris and Craig had quickly formed. It seemed as if Craig had developed a bit of a crush on Mark’s older brother, which was no surprise to Scotty considering Craig was gay and Chris was such a stud. Mark felt proud to hear Scotty say that about his brother, but surprised to have him call Craig gay. When Mark questioned him about it, Scotty had shared that they all knew Craig and Matty were gay boyfriends. That’s why he’d just assumed Chris was gay too after seeing how close the three were.

Mark had said it wasn’t possible that his brother was gay. That’s when Scotty told him about catching Chris with Craig and Matty when he’d been coming back to camp. How Matty had been giving Chris a blowjob, while Craig stood behind. Craig had been holding Chris, touching his chest and massaging his shoulders. Scotty had said it looked like more than just a straight dude getting his dick sucked. And then at dinner, the two had sat together and flirted all night. Scotty was surprised that Mark hadn’t noticed how much Craig kept touching his brother and that Chris wasn’t stopping it.

As further proof of Chris being gay, Scotty questioned why Mark’s older brother was so protective of Darren. Seemed to Scotty like he was being affection with the little faggot, rather than treating him like a bitch the way they did Randy. Mark tried to stand up for his brother and started to get pissed at Scotty for even suggesting that Chris was a fag. Scotty reassured him that he knew Mark wasn’t gay, even if his older brother was. It wouldn’t be any different than with Craig and Steve, the older brother was the gay one in that family too.

Scotty said he had been around Craig and Matty enough to recognize the signs and that he was sorry to have to be the one to tell Mark that his older brother was probably gay. That’s when Brian had joined the conversation and Scotty had asked him what he thought, if he also saw how gay Chris and Craig were together. Scotty even went so far as to suggest that Chris and Craig should be made to suck them all off. Brian apparently thought that was hilarious and quickly left the discussion. Scotty let it go at that point, but not before suggesting that Mark try to make Chris his fag to confirm if he was gay or not.

So the next day, Mark found himself getting more and more pissed watching Chris and Craig sitting side by side, practically holding hands, while they got their dicks sucked. He was angry at himself for not noticing it before. And he was upset that Scotty had to be the one to point it out to him. That his own brother, the one he’d idolized all these years, turned out to be as gay as all the other fags around them. Mark wondered if, when he’s not around to see it, Chris is the one on his knees sucking off his new boyfriend Craig. Imagining his older brother doing that had Mark so mad that it brought tears to his eyes.

He couldn’t bear to watch anymore, to see his brother pretending to be a man. All that time, he’d acted so superior, when really he should have been kissing Mark’s feet like the fag he really was. Mark had to take his aggression out on someone and looked around for his faggot. Randy wasn’t too far away, watching Chris and Craig. The fag was nearly drooling over the sight of their cocks being worshipped. Mark would give Randy a cock of his own to worship soon enough.

Splashing water at Randy to get his attention, Mark motioned for the faggot to follow. He sloshed through the water and headed upriver, with Randy reluctantly in tow. As Mark passed Scotty, he whispered to his conspirator to come with. He led the way up river, looking back to make sure no one was really paying attention. He took them on the other side of the big rock and then further up for more privacy until they were around a bend in the river.

“Take off your swim trunks,” Mark ordered Randy, while sitting down on a boulder at the edge of the river.

“Please Mark,” Randy started to beg in a hushed voice, “You promised to not let Chris find out about me, this is too close.”

“If you don’t want my brother to find out about you being my fag,” Mark replied sternly, “Then I’d suggest you shut the fuck up and just do what you’re told.”

“Yeah bitch,” Scotty walked up to Randy and grabbed him by the balls through his shorts, “Don’t forget who your Masters are.”

It never failed to make Mark rock hard to see this bigger, older guy treated like the fag he was. Mark reached into his swimsuit and pulled out his raging boner, as Randy reluctantly took off his swim trunks. Mark just let him stand there, naked, the fag obviously nervous and anxious to get this over with. Mark felt superior to his brother in that moment, knowing that Chris was clueless to the fact that he was using his best friend. Soon enough, Mark would have the two friends serving him together.

“Get my dick wet, bitch,” Mark demanded, waving his hard dick at Randy, “I know you must be going crazy without having my dick in your pussy for more than a day.”

Randy got down on his knees in the shallow water in front of Mark. Just as Randy was leaning forward to take the cock in front of him, Mark smeared the tip across the fag’s forehead and left a trail of precum there to dry.

“Don’t forget to kiss my balls and thank them for the cum they pump into your worthless holes faggot,” Mark reminded his faggot, “And reach back and let Scotty see my faggot’s pussy, MY pussy, let him see what I’ll let him fuck someday.”

A deep sigh of frustration came from Randy as he leant forward to press his lips to Mark’s nuts, while spreading his ass.

“Fuck faggot, that cunt’s gaping compared to when I last saw it,” Scotty observed, easily sliding two fingers inside it, “But I’m sure it’ll still feel good around my cock. Just think about it, me fucking you while Mark’s fucking his brother.”

The image of Chris taking his cock in his ass got Mark so horny. He pulled Randy’s face off his balls and shoved the fag’s mouth on his aching cock. A few thrusts into the fag’s mouth and Mark figured his cock was wet enough for the hole he really wanted. Randy was pulled to his feet and spun around until he was bent forward with his cunt positioned over Mark’s rigid cock.

“Bet you’ve miss getting to serve us together, huh faggot,” Mark asked, as he bent Randy further forward until his face was hovering just above the hard cock Scotty had pulled out of his shorts, “I bet if you ask nicely, we’ll give you what you want. Show me how bad you want my load in your pussy again.”

“Please Master,” Randy pleaded. All of them were speaking softly, but the fag was just barely above a whisper, “Please make me your whore.”

“You’re already my whore,” Mark reminded the fag, before pulling him roughly into his lap and down onto his cock. Randy suppressed a scream from having the nearly dry cock shoved up his ass. Once he’d regained his composure, Scotty stuffed Randy’s mouth with his dick.

“Recite your mantra,” Scotty demanded, as he fucked hard up into Randy’s face.

“I’m your bitch, your cocksucker, your faggot,” Randy mumbled around his cousin’s dick, “You’re my masters.”

“I’m your Master, Scotty’s just my apprentice at this point,” Mark corrected his faggot, enjoying the anger that flashed across Scotty’s face, “Now fuck yourself back and forth on our cocks. Just like you were taught to do with with me and DeShawn, and me and Pablo.”

“Jesus, Mark, how many guys have you shared the faggot with?” Scotty asked, unable to hide his annoyance even as he got his dick sucked.

“Well, let’s see,” Mark tried to recall just who’d used his faggot over the last week, while the bitch rocked between his and Scotty’s cocks, “There’s been mine too many times to count and pretty much everyone on this trip. The fag’s two neighbors, one of which is a friend of my brother’s. His sister’s boyfriend’s little brother, DeShawn. Am I missing anyone, faggot?”

“He sucked all those guys,” Scotty asked, sounding pissed to learn that Mark had passed the faggot around so freely.

“Hell, those are just the ones I know about. Who knows how many dicks the faggot took when I wasn’t around,” Mark pointed out, as he enjoyed the feel of his fag’s cunt gliding up and down his cock, “Just a week ago you were sucking me off for the first time in the back of my brother’s van, weren’t you faggot, and now look how far you’ve come?”

The faggot’s body was flushed red with embarrassment or possibly with the exertion of fucking himself between two cocks while standing, Mark wasn’t exactly sure. All he knew was that he was so turned on recalling all the men that the faggot had served in his first week of training. And he loved how the revelations had apparently shocked Scotty temporarily speechless.

“Oh wait, I forgot that DeShawn and I both fucked you in that dressing room,” Mark suddenly recalled, thrusting up into Randy for emphasis, “And there was the sales clerk, add him to the list of men whose cock you sucked this week. I bet he even fucked you after I left, didn’t he? Do you even know his name, faggot? Are you really that pathetic that you take dick and loads from complete strangers?”

“And yet he still hasn’t got to suck the one cock he really wants, your brother’s,” Scotty joined in on the fag’s torment, and his words got under Mark’s skin, “For some reason, you still feel like you need to hide the fact that you’re a faggot from Chris, even though everyone else knows. Do you dream about being boyfriends one day?”

“We need to make this quick before the others come looking for us,” Mark decided, grabbing Randy by the hips to take control of the fuck, “Just like that time I fucked you in Chris’ bed and you had to make me cum quick before he got home and caught us.”

“It’s been a whole week since you ate my load, faggot,” Scotty pointed out as he grabbed Randy by the ears and started to choke the bitch on his cock, “And I know you’ve missed it, so get my dick down your throat and make me cum.”

“Fuck yeah, dude,” Mark loved the sound of the faggot gagging on cock and the way it made his pussy clamp down, “This is even hotter than how we used him last weekend.”

“Turning him into a real slut,” Scotty agreed, as he shoved the fag down fully on his dick, “Fuck, fuck, I’m about to shoot!”

“Me too, dude, let’s fill this fag up,” Mark said, fucking deep into Randy. The fag’s cunt contracted around his dick, causing Mark’s balls to release the pent up load. The faggot’s body thrashed between them, fighting to breath, impaled on two cocks that were pumping cum into each of his holes. 

Scotty eventually extracted his dick from Randy’s throat. Gasping for air, the fag collapsed to his hands and knees into the shallow water. The bitch pulled his cunt off Mark’s still hard cock and splashed down in the river, exhausted.

“Wish we hadn’t waited so long to do that,” Mark said, as he tucked his dick back into his shorts. He slung his arm across Scotty’s shoulder, walking back to the swimming hole and leaving the faggot to recover, “That was great practice for the main event, making Chris our faggot too.”

There was no denying that Matty was an expert cocksucker. Everyone who’d had a chance to sink their cock into that tight throat agreed, Craig had done an excellent job training his bitch to take dick. It was undoubtedly a combination of Craig having a nice big cock perfect for sucking and having a slutty boyfriend that enjoyed dick. And here he was, relaxing in the warm sun on the shore of the river, once again getting his dick worshipped by Matty. To top it off, Chris was sitting beside him, getting his dick worked over by Darren.

Craig and Matty had met five years ago and quickly became best friends. Something just drew them together and in a short period of time, they were inseparable. They were always together and it was just expected that they’d sleep over at each other’s houses every weekend. The two became so close that even their parents became friends and they’d all go on family vacations as a group.

As puberty began to run its course, their personalities came out in different ways. Craig became more assertive in their friendship and Matty seemed more than happy to follow his friend’s lead. It was subtle things at first, Craig deciding what movie they’d go to see or what fast food place they’d eat at. Then one day about two years ago, they were wrestling around and both got boners. Craig realized in that moment that he was physically attracted to Matty and just acted on a sudden urge to kiss his best friend. That had been the start of a new phase of their relationship.

Now here they were on a camping trip that had provided more than a few surprises. First, Darren’s older brother had turned out to be an even bigger faggot than Darren and Matty combined. Second, he and Matty agreed that Chris was fucking hot and made it pretty obvious that they thought so. Chris had been a willing participant yesterday at the river and later that night at the campfire with Randy too.

Craig sat next to Chris getting their dicks sucked, and Craig found himself imagining Chris on his dick instead of Matty. He thought of Chris as a challenge, especially compared to all the other eager cocksuckers on this trip. He wanted to see that sexy stud on his back underneath him, watching the expression on Chris’ face that first time Craig’s nine incher opened up his virgin ass.

“This is how life is meant to be,” Craig said to his new buddy, as he caressed Chris’ back, “Two men being worshipped by their bitches.”

“You got that right,” Chris sighed, smiling over at Craig and not seeming to mind his hand on his bare skin. Craig took this as permission to continue and slid his hand down just under Chris’ swim trunks, fingers running along the top of his ass.

“Would be even nicer if I could be kissing you right now,” Craig whispered into Chris’ ear, his tongue quickly licking his neck, “Like we did last night.”

“I don’t normally kiss other guys, but last night was pretty hot,” Chris admitted, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he grabbed Darren’s head and moved the boy’s mouth up and down slowly on his dick, “And your boy’s pussy was the best I’ve ever fucked.”

Craig saw both Darren and Matty react to this Chris’ words. He recognized the disappointment in Darren’s eyes hearing Chris say that about Matty’s ass, while Matty beamed with pride, a big smile spreading across his face even with his mouth full of dick. Craig’s hand wandered further down over Chris’ ass and gently squeezed. He left it there as they continued to enjoy the blow jobs they were receiving from their boys.

“I don’t know about you buddy,” Chris announced after maybe five more minutes, “But I’m just about ready to blow my load.”

“I’m about there too,” Craig stated, and gently pressed Matty’s head down on his cock, indicating that he should get him off now.

Both Matty and Darren increased their efforts, each taking their man’s cock. Matty was gagging less than Darren, despite working the bigger dick. Craig was proud of his bitch, looking down to see Matty staring up at him with watery eyes and cock wedged in his throat. They held eye contact as Matty’s throat muscles expertly pulled the cum from Craig’s balls. He moaned loudly, depositing his seed straight down his boy’s throat, just as Chris did the same with Darren.

About that same time, Craig saw Mark and Scotty come back to the swimming hole. Chris had his eyes closed, so he didn’t see when Randy followed shortly after the two younger boys. The expression on Randy’s face gave Craig a pretty good idea what the three had been doing. Just as they rejoined the group, Chris stood up and told Darren he was a ‘good girl’.

“Okay, now that you’re both done with those duties,” Chris spoke to Matty and Darren, who still knelt at his feet, “You can go get dinner ready. Who wants to help me get more firewood from the van?”

Scotty and Mark immediately volunteered to go with Chris. The three headed off in the direction of camp, with Matty and Darren following. Craig watched them leave and then turned to the group left with him. Paul and Brian were busy swimming and not paying much attention to anyone else. Randy was standing there, looking a little nervous to be left alone with Craig, knowing that he was fair game without Chris around. Steve was standing close to Randy, looking at Craig hopefully.

“Alright faggot,” Craig addressed Randy, walking over to stand directly in front of him, “Why don’t you tell us what you were doing with Mark and Scotty, as if we don’t already know. Or better yet, just show us your pussy.”

Resigned to his fate, Randy quickly shucked off his shorts. To Craig’s amusement, the faggot already had a boner, despite his apparent reluctance. It just proved that Randy in some way enjoyed the way he was being treated.

“Somebody’s excited to see us,” Steve laughed, slapping at Randy’s hardon sticking out in front of him.

Craig was still amazed to see how easy it was to boss this bitch around. They were just about the same size, Randy was even a little taller than Craig’s 5’11”. They both had muscular frames, and Craig guessed that Randy was probably the stronger of the two physically. Craig could see he struggled internally, but ultimately his faggot ways won out.

“I said show us your pussy,” Craig commanded, slapping the meaty ass bent over in front of them, “Meaning you reach back and spread for us.”

Brian and Paul joined them at that point, having noticed the show going on. When the fag finally did as he was told, he exposed a well-fucked hole already leaking cum. Craig heard gasps from the boys at the sight of Randy’s cummy hole.

“So was it Mark or Scotty’s cock that you just took, or was it both,” Craig asked the slut.

“It’s Mark’s cum, Sir,” Randy admitted, “Scotty only used my mouth. He hasn’t been allowed to fuck my ass yet.”

“Push out that load, faggot,” Craig slapped Randy’s hairy ass again, as he cupped his hand just below it, “Let’s see how much your best friend’s little brother dumped in you.”

If Randy had been blushing before, he was now glowing red from head to toe. Yet within seconds, a nice sized load of cum was pouring out of his ass into Craig’s hand. The faggot’s pussy farted out cum and the boys all laughed at how pathetic he looked. Once the fag had expelled all of the cum, with only a light trickle still dripping from his ass, Craig moved his hand back to Randy’s face.

“Lap it up, faggot,” Craig offered the cum and assjuices to Randy, who tentatively dipped his tongue into the mess, “And don’t take all fucking day.”

The tone of Craig’s voice told Randy all he needed to know and the fag began to lap at the ass cocktail. He darted his tongue in and out of the muck, quickly consuming the puddle of cum. Once Craig was satisfied with the cleanup Randy had performed, he smeared the remaining cum all over the faggot’s face.

“It’s lucky you’re not a chick or you’d be pregnant by now” Craig laughed, “Between Mark’s load and mine last night.”

“Wait, you’ve already fucked him,” Steve asked, sounding angry, “I haven’t even got to fuck him.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, baby brother,” Craig said matter-of-factly, “But you haven’t fucked anyone yet, have you?”

“Only because you don’t share Matty’s ass with anyone,” Steve replied, with a tinge of anger in his voice, “When were you alone with Randy last night to fuck him?”

“I wasn’t alone with him,” Craig explained, “Chris and Matty were both there too. I literally fucked the faggot behind his best friend’s back.”

“I can’t believe how selfish you are,” Steve said, sounding a combination of angry and hurt.

“Don’t be like that, little brother, now’s your chance to try him out. It’s pre-lubed and everything,” Craig offered up the fag’s ass to Steve, “Unless you have your heart set on a virgin hole, in which case I imagine Brian hasn’t gotten to Paul’s yet.”

“Fuck off,” Paul responded, as Brian laughed somewhat nervously, “Maybe Steve should have his first fuck be your ass.”

“Maybe Scotty is right,” Steve glared at Craig, “About you and Matty being fags together and taking turns getting it up the ass.”

“Well, while you girls figure out who wants to fuck this bitch first,” Craig ignored Steve’s taunt and instead pulled out his cock and rammed it into Randy’s ass. Once Craig was buried fully in the faggot, he let loose a stream of piss he’d been saving. Randy moaned from the abrupt entry and from the sensation of having his ass filled up with urine.

“No way dude, it’s my turn,” Steve shouted, and pulled Randy off Craig’s dick. Piss sprayed out and splashed on Randy and Steve’s legs, “What the fuck, were you pissing up his ass?! There’s no way I’m gonna fuck him now!”

“Ah, come on, Steve,” Craig teased, “What’s a little piss between brothers?”

“I didn’t want to believe it when Scotty told me,” Steve stepped up to Craig, his fists clenched in anger, “How you probably want Chris to be your boyfriend, the way you look at him and were touching him just now.”

“So what, you know I’m into guys,” Craig took a step back, surprised at how upset Steve was, “And Chris is hot.”

“I wonder what mom and dad would say, and even Matty’s parents,” Steve spat, “When I tell them about you and Matty being fags.”

Craig felt the rage quickly build inside him at Steve’s threatening him and even more so, Matty. Unable to control himself, he lunged forward and took them both down on the shore of the river. They were shouting and trying to punch at each other, when Randy jumped in to stop them. The faggot pushed Craig off his little brother. Randy held him down on his stomach, a knee in the small of Craig’s back and a tight grip on his wrists.

“Calm down, please, Craig,” Randy pleaded, “He didn’t mean what he was saying, he was just upset.”

Craig tried to get up, but he’d been right about Randy’s strength. Despite him being a fag, Randy was able to keep him down no matter how hard Craig struggled.

“Looks like I’ll be getting to fuck someone after all,” Steve said, as Craig felt him kneel between his legs, “We’re about to share a really special bond, brother.”

Scotty seemed to have had a change of heart. Chris thought the little snot was actually behaving himself, even offered to help him and Mark go get more firewood. The three were hiking to the van, which was parked up the hill from the campsite where they’d just left Matty and Darren. Chris had to give the kid credit, considering Scotty could have just gotten more unruly after the scolding he’d received from Chris yesterday. Instead, Scotty had accepted his punishment and made them dinner last night without argument.

Of course, Scotty should have never put Darren through the “fag games” this past week. One, Scotty hadn’t been given permission to use Darren like that and two, the “fag games” were more than Chris thought the boy was ready for. Chris was starting to have doubts about Darren, maybe he wasn’t doing the boy any favors by exposing him to his faggot side so early. But damn if he wasn’t learning to be a good cocksucker. Still, he’d have to reconsider what he was doing with the boy, he didn’t want to hurt him.

If anything he wanted more of Craig and Matty. Last night, after getting a little stoned, inhibitions had been lowered and they’d had one of the hottest times that Chris had experienced. Yeah, it was obvious that Craig was a little infatuated with him, the way he was massaging and touching Chris every chance he could. He didn’t mind though, it had felt nice to have Craig exploring his body like that, while Matty had started at his feet and moved up to his dick. It had caught him a little by surprise when Craig started to kiss him, but he went with it and found himself getting into it no problem.

When he’d noticed Randy just watching, he wanted his friend in on the fun. In his horniness, he thought it would be hot to see Randy eating out Matty’s pussy. Randy hadn’t even balked at the suggestion and seemed almost eager to do it. That’s when things escalated. Before he knew it, he had Matty bent over and was fucking him, while Craig got his dick sucked by his bitch. Meanwhile, Randy had gone from eating out Matty, to having his face wedged in Craig’s furry ass. Chris had been in sexual overdrive when he’d suggested that Randy try sucking dick for the first time, using Matty as a guinea pig.

If it had been an experiment, the results seemed to prove to Chris that his best friend had enjoyed himself. Randy had even admitted as much himself. Maybe he’d get his buddy a little buzzed and convince him to try his dick out, although he thought the chances of Randy agreeing to that were pretty slim. Especially since Randy had been watching intently as Chris and Craig were getting their dicks sucked today, a look on his face that was hard to read. Then Randy had just disappeared, and Chris worried that he’d left because it disturbed him to see Darren being used yet again. Randy had seemed pretty concerned about his little brother after learning how Scotty had made him suck so many dicks this week. From the start, Chris new that Randy had misgivings about helping Darren to accept he was a faggot. The boy’s mood had changed since last week, so maybe Randy had been right to worry.

“Chris, did you hear me,” He was yanked from his thoughts when Scotty asked him a question.

“What?” Chris became present again, putting thoughts of Darren away for the moment, “What were you saying?”

“I was saying that you seem to like my friends,” Scotty repeated himself, “Especially Craig.”

“Yeah, seems like you’ve got a good group going,” Chris agreed, as they continued to hike up the hill toward the van.

“Scotty told me that Craig and Matty are actually boyfriends,” Mark said in a slightly disgusted tone, “Did you know they were fags?”

“I wouldn’t say Craig was a fag,” Chris responded, “But yeah, he’d told me about him and Matty.”

“Did he tell you before or after he felt you up yesterday,” Mark asked accusingly.

“What are you talking about,” Chris wasn’t sure what to make of the conversation they were having or why his brother sounded upset.

“I saw the three of you yesterday afternoon at the river,” Scotty explained, “Matty had been sucking your dick, while Craig held you from behind. Almost like you two were hugging while his bitch gave you head.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw,” Chris started, but was cut off by Mark.

“I saw it for myself today, the way you were looking at each other,” Mark stepped in front of Chris, just as they reached the top of the hill where the van was parked, “And Craig with his hands down your shorts while you were sitting together. You didn’t even try to stop him from feeling up your ass. It was disgusting, I had to leave.”

Chris suddenly worried if that was why Randy had gone off, unable to watch his friend being intimate with another guy. He hadn’t really given it much thought considering all the sex going on, but maybe Randy was fine with the sex but not with the other stuff. It seemed as if Mark had a similar reaction.

“Whatever, I won’t deny it felt good to have him touching me,” Chris tried to justify, trying to walk around his brother, “Mark, when you get older, you’ll understand that things aren’t so black and white.”

“Seems pretty simple to me,” Mark asserted, not letting Chris get by, and even stepping closer to him, “That you are either straight and use fags, or you’re a fag who lets other guys touch their ass.”

“I’m not sure where this is coming from,” Chris sighed, glancing to Scotty for some support. The wide grin that was spread across the kid’s face told him everything he needed to know, “Or what exactly Scotty’s filled your head with.”

“All Scotty did was point out what I was too blind to see for myself,” Mark continued, as he took another step closer to Chris, causing him to take a step back, “That the big brother who I’ve looked up to may not be the big straight dude he pretends to be.”

“I’ve never pretended to be anything,” Chris was shocked at how angry Mark was, “I was just trying to be a good older brother to you. Help you learn things about being a man, since dad wasn’t around.”

“Help me learn about being a man,” Mark laughed, “I think I do a pretty good job without your help. I could probably give you some pretty good examples of how I’m more of a man than you. I treat fags the way they should be treated. Maybe I should show you what that means.”

“You need to calm down,” Chris tried to diffuse the situation, taking another step back from his younger brother. That last step took him to the edge of the hill and he lost his balance. One moment, he was looking into his brother’s angry face, the next he was doing a backflip down the hill.

Disoriented from the fall, he wasn’t prepared to defend himself as the two boys jumped on him. Mark landed heavily on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, as Scotty pulled his arms over his head. Just as he was catching his breath, he felt his wrists tied together and his arms stretched out above him. Suddenly, his world went dark as something was pulled over his head.

Feeling more than a little disoriented, Chris began to struggle and shout at them. He couldn’t move his arms and Mark shifted his body down to put his full weight on Chris’ thighs, further restricting his movement.

“Now who’s the one that needs to calm down,” Mark said laughing, “The sooner you stop struggling and quiet down, the sooner we can continue our talk.”

Chris’ wasn’t doing much more than shouting obscenities at this point. What the fuck were these two thinking and how could they have so quickly gotten him into this vulnerable position. Ironically, it was at this moment that Chris really noticed how much Mark had grown, feeling the weight of his not so baby brother holding him down.

He stopped struggling and tried to collect his thoughts, knowing there had to be a way out of this. To get loose, or better yet, convince Mark to let him go. It was clear that Scotty had somehow orchestrated this, but he could still talk some sense into his brother. He was just starting to form the words when he felt a rope quickly slipped over his bare feet (his sandals had come off during his fall), and pulled tight, binding them together.

“Get up and help me,” Chris heard Scotty say, and felt Mark stand up at the same time the rope around his ankles was being used to pull his legs forward. He wasn’t sure what they were doing, but he knew it couldn’t be good and he straightened his legs to stop them. That was, until someone stepped firmly on his balls. The pain caused Chris’ legs to pull forward on their own, into a fetal position.

As the flash of pain receded, Chris found himself on his back bent almost in half, his feet and hands tied off to something above his head. Making it that much more uncomfortable were the rocks and twigs that were poking and digging into his back. The final bit of humiliation in this whole situation was feeling a rope fit snuggly around his balls as they were pulled painfully toward his head and also tied in place. Chris had to bend his knees to accommodate this and was now unable to move without ripping off his nuts. 

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