Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

End of Part One

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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
• Alejandro – Pablo’s nephew and neighbor to Randy and Darren

 The Camping Trip (The Last Night)

The most recent load leaking from Scotty’s hole belonged to Matty. As he lay there tied spread-eagle over a log, Scotty stared at the ground and tried to get his asshole to close. But it seemed that his once tight hole was now permanently gaping. He couldn’t stop the copious amounts of semen from escaping. The constant trickle of cum down his balls was just another reminder of his current predicament.

The group had taken a break from the first round of using him earlier, but not before restraining him across the log facing the campfire. They left him in a disgusting state, caked in the piss-mud-cum mixture, arms and legs spread wide and tied to tent stakes planted in the ground. His mouth was gagged once again with Chris’ cumrag, his mouth watering at the taste of all the dried cum soaked into the fabric.

It was after dinner that Craig had given Matty permission to fuck Scotty. Once that was done, Matty went off with Craig and Chris. Even after taking loads in his ass from Chris, Mark and even Darren, having Craig’s bitch use him just deepened the hopelessness he felt. It was especially humiliating knowing that Chris and Craig were most likely going to be using the boy that had just used him.

As Scotty watched the trio go off, he glanced around to see who his next torturer might be. Paul and Brian were directly across from him on the other side of the campfire, paying little attention to him as they sat close together talking too low for Scotty to hear. Right after dinner, his little faggot cousin had gone off to bed, thankfully having lost interest in participating in Scotty’s further torment. When Randy followed Darren into the tent, Scotty assumed it was so they could play with each other’s holes and talk about how much they loved dick. That left Steve and Mark, who were now approaching Scotty in his vulnerable state.

“I don’t see why you should care what he thinks anymore,” Scotty heard Mark say to Steve as they stopped just in front of him, “You may have thought you were friends, but no real friend would do what this bitch did.”

“I get that he tried to come between me and Craig,” Steve started. Scotty tried to tell him not to listen to Mark, but all that came out were unintelligible grunts from behind the gag, “But him doing that is one thing, me doing what you did to him is taking it to a whole other level.”

“He hasn’t even apologized,” Mark argued, “And he won’t until you make him. I’m telling you, if you don’t make him your bitch now, you might not be so lucky next time he pulls this shit. Do you really want to be the one in his place?”

“Fuck no,” Steve quickly replied, staring down at his former friend, “I guess you’re right, I should make him suck my dick so he learns who’s boss.”

“Forget a blowjob,” Mark sounded pleased with himself and Scotty wanted to smack the smug look off his face, “If you’re going to make him your bitch, you need to fuck his ass. Have you ever fucked anyone before?”

“No,” Steve admitted quietly, “Craig never shared Matty like that.”

“Perfect,” Mark slapped Steve on the back, “Now’s your chance to become a man and fuck your first bitch.”

Much to Scotty’s relief, Randy came out of Darren’s tent at that moment and drew the attention away from him momentarily. That feeling of relief changed quickly to dread when he could see Mark plotting something. When Mark began to untie the ropes from the stakes, Scotty knew this couldn’t be a good sign.

“Not sure where everyone else headed off to,” Mark noticed, “But since we have the two fags to ourselves, I’m thinking we should have a little contest!”

At first Scotty thought maybe Mark was going to take pity on him and make Darren and Randy compete in some game. His heart sank when it dawned on him that he and Randy were the two fags Mark was talking about. His ass still stung from the beating that Chris had given, and the pain was reignited when Mark slapped him on both butt cheeks.

“Get up here and get on your back,” Mark ordered Scotty, indicating that he should lay on top of the log, “And you can take that gag out, although I’ll bet you’ll miss the taste of it.”

Now that he was free, he decided to make a run for it. He’d fight this battle another day, when he wasn’t naked and feeling so vulnerable. Unfortunately, in his desperate state, Scotty had forgotten about the leash attached to his balls. And he was destroyed to see it was Steve who was the one to yank him back viciously, the pain in Scotty’s nuts dropping him to his knees at his friend’s feet.

“Come on, Steve,” Scotty pleaded, as he clutched his aching nuts and fought the urge to throw up, “Don’t let this asshole manipulate you.”

“Oh, I’m done being manipulated,” Steve sneered down and Scotty’s hope slipped away, “My new friend, Mark, is only helping me to see you for what you really are, my bitch.”

“I’m nobody’s bitch,” Scotty said defiantly, trying to stand but his legs felt like rubber, “And if you want me to prove it,”

Before Scotty could finish, Mark had him in a chokehold and easily flipped him onto his back on top of the log.

“Get your mouth on his little dick, faggot,” Mark ordered Randy, who was quick to obey. Despite the fact that Scotty’s balls were throbbing and he was having trouble breathing, the feeling of the faggot’s warm mouth on his dick felt good, “Now swing around and get your dick in his mouth.”

Mark released Scotty once he was pinned to the log with the faggot lying on top of him. Randy had his face in Scotty’s crotch, dick in his mouth, and Scotty had to turn his head to avoid the faggot’s balls as they hung in his face along with a semi-hard dick.

“Open up, bitch,” Steve was now crouched down, smiling wickedly at Scotty, “It’s impolite not to accept the gift Randy’s offering.”

“And in case you are too stupid to understand,” Mark sounded so fucking arrogant, “I wouldn’t suggest doing anything other than sucking the faggot dick in your mouth, since he’s sucking your little dick. This should seem familiar, since you just had me and my brother in a similar situation.”

“Fuck you,” Scotty was able to get out, before Steve assisted him in taking a mouthful of dick.

This was the second time he’d had the faggot’s dick in his mouth. The first time ended with the bitch pretending to cum, for reasons Scotty didn’t understand but was thankful for. He didn’t expect he’d be so lucky this time, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to help Randy cum by sucking his dick. He resisted the urge to bite the faggot’s dick off.

“So let me explain the contest,” Mark started, as Scotty lay in a sixty-nine with the faggot, “You’re going to show off your cocksucking skills. And whichever fag makes the other one cum first, gets the privilege of fucking the other fag.”

Scotty felt Randy immediately go to work on his cock and he was completely hard in under ten seconds. Any other time, he would have enjoyed letting the fag do his job, but there was a price to be paid for this particular blowjob. The only way he could get out of this was to suck the fag and get him to cum first. So as repulsed as he was at the thought of letting the fag cum in his mouth, he had no choice. At least once it was done, he could spit out the slime and get to the reward. As he began his unpleasant task, Scotty focused on the motivation of getting to fuck the faggot for the first time.

“Glad to see you both so eager to suck dick,” Mark teased, as he straddled the log above Scotty’s head and looked down at him smiling, “And Steve and I are gonna help you out. We’re going to fuck you both, cause everyone knows that a fag cums faster when they are getting fucked.”

Scotty almost felt relieved to hear that he was going to get fucked, because that would mean his dick would shrivel up despite the excellent job the fag was doing sucking it. No way could he stay hard while he was getting dick up his ass. As he watched Mark lining up his dick with Randy’s hole just above Scotty’s face, it dawned on him. Steve, his best friend of the last several years, was about to take his turn fucking Scotty’s ass.

The full weight of what was about to happen came crashing down on Scotty. He closed his eyes, no longer wanting a front row seat to Mark fucking the faggot above him. Instead, he doubled his efforts on sucking the dick in his mouth and make it cum as quickly as possible. Then it would be over and things could go back to normal, starting with him finally fucking the faggot.

“Let me see that ass,” He heard Steve order, a moment before he felt hands grip his ankles and pull his legs up. Randy hooked his arms behind Scotty’s knees and held him bent in half, while continuing to suck Scotty’s dick like a pro, “I always figured my first fuck would be with you, I just never imagined it quite like this.”

Steve’s words hit him like a brick, at the same time he coughed up Randy’s dick when it poked at the back of his throat and made him gag. Scotty’s eyes popped open immediately, as he desperately searched for the fag’s dick. Unfortunately, the image of Mark’s cock fucking the fag’s cunt was now burned into his mind. It was all he could see, once he’d taken the dick back in his mouth and closed his eyes again.

“From this point forward, we are no longer friends,” Steve continued to torment Scotty, as he began to swipe his cockhead across Scotty’s exposed asshole, “Once my dick is pumping my seed inside you, you’ll be my bitch.”

Despite the fact that he was about to be impaled on his friend’s cock, the faggot was doing an excellent job sucking his dick and was easily taking his hard shaft down his throat. If Scotty didn’t have his own mouth full of dick, he would have begged Steve to just get it over with and fuck him. At least then, his own dick would shrivel up from the pain and humiliation of it all and there’d be no chance of him being the first fag to cum.

As it was registering that he’d just thought of himself as a fag, he felt Steve penetrate his hole. To his surprise and dismay though, Steve was taking it slow and being gentle. Probably more to enjoy the moment than to take pity on Scotty’s already ravaged ass. Unfortunately, the pain he was anticipating and almost hoping for wasn’t there. Instead, it was just a dull pressure in his ass as Steve slowly sank in.

His only hope now was to suck even harder on the faggot’s dick and get him to cum. He slurped on the dick, but he was in an awkward position for dick sucking and couldn’t quite get a good suction going. Plus, Mark pounding Randy’s ass above him meant that the fag was being thrust forward. As the faggot was bounced around, it took all Scotty’s effort just to keep the dick in his mouth, let alone suck it good enough to get him to orgasm.

Before he realized it, Scotty felt Steve’s hips against his butt. His friend’s dick was now fully sunk in his ass and it hadn’t hurt Scotty at all. His dick was as hard as ever as Randy bobbed up and down on it, sliding it into his throat on every other thrust. Steve’s dick slowly pulled out, before pushing back in just as slowly.

“Fuck, dude,” Steve sighed contentedly, as he continued the slow in and out of his new bitch, “Now I can see why my brother keeps Matty’s pussy all to himself. This feels so fucking amazing, I don’t know that I would share it with anyone either.”

“Well that ships already sailed, buddy,” Mark reminded Steve, “You’re the fifth dick in that cunt so far today and you won’t be the last if Randy wins this contest.”

Being reminded that he had been fucked so many times sank Scotty deeper into his despair. Was this what Darren had felt like when Scotty had fucked him in the woods? This helpless? Was this how Randy felt the whole weekend that Scotty and Mark had made him their bitch? Was this what it felt like to be a faggot? He felt so betrayed by Steve, someone who he’d trusted and shared so many secrets with. And now here he was, just a hole for this same friend to fuck.

Mark and Steve continued to talk above him, but he didn’t really hear what they said. Instead, he just lay there feeling defeated. His ass was so well used by this point that it didn’t hurt even when Steve’s pumping sped up. He was technically still sucking Randy’s dick as it fucked his mouth, mimicking Mark’s thrusts. He tried to shut his mind off and just be a pair of holes and wait for this to be done.

Scotty had been pretty successful in disconnecting, that was until it actually began to feel good. The tingling in his balls brought him back to the present and he felt his dick get harder in Randy’s mouth. Despite the humiliation he was enduring, his dick had a mind of its own and was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob that he was receiving from Randy. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. If he hadn’t done such a good job in turning Randy into a faggot, then Randy wouldn’t have learned how to be such an excellent cocksucker. And now those new dick sucking skills were finally paying off for Randy, as he drained Scotty’s balls.

The agony being inflicted on his two holes at that crucial moment wasn’t enough to keep Scotty from nutting, but it was enough to keep him from enjoying it. He actually sobbed as he emptied his cum down Randy’s throat, knowing that it meant Randy would be the next to fuck him. Then Steve shouted out, slamming into Scotty’s hole. His hole would spasm with each spurt into Randy’s mouth, and Scotty felt the now familiar sensation of hot sperm gushing inside his ass.

Scotty slowly opened his eyes. Mark was still standing there above him, but was no longer fucking Randy. Instead he just stood there with a raging boner gripped in his fist, as he stared down at Scotty. It took a minute before Scotty realized that he still had Randy’s dick in his mouth and he quickly spit it out. At the same time, he felt Randy climb off him and Steve pull out of him.

“Looks like Randy’s the winner,” Mark said, a smile spreading across his face, “No surprise really, considering he’s had more practice at being a faggot. But I’m sure you’ll be just as good a fag in no time.”

His hole felt strangely empty with no dick in it. As the cum oozed out of his ass, it was hot against his skin in contrast to the cool air. Scotty felt his dick shriveling now that he’d just cum. He lowered his legs and started to sit up, but Mark dropped down on the log just above his head and held him in place by one shoulder. Through all this, the two boys never broke eye contact, almost as if this was a staring contest that would determine who was the ultimate winner of the game.

“Does this mean I get to fuck him now,” It was Randy’s words that broke the spell. Scotty turned his head, unable to hold Mark’s gaze any longer. With a triumphant chuckle, Mark’s slapped his cock against Scotty’s forehead and stood up. That final act caused Scotty to lose the last bit of courage he’d been searching for within himself. He could no longer muster the will to fight to win back his dignity. He had to accept that this had been a competition between them all along, and Mark had won.

“Do you still want to be my pup?”

He heard the words, but it took a few moments before Paul really comprehended the meaning behind them. As his brain processed the question his best friend had just asked him, Paul simply stared at Brian who patiently waited for an answer.

It seemed like a simple enough question, yet Paul started to feel overwhelmed as he thought on how to respond. So much had changed this week. Hell, up until a week ago, Paul had never even thought he might be gay. Yet now he was pretty much Brian’s bitch and had sucked his dick a few times, although it was a secret between them. Now here was this question, out of the blue. One minute, they’d been talking about starting school this week and then the next minute, it was like Brian punched him in the gut.

He looked between his friend and Steve and Mark on the other side of the campfire standing over Scotty’s bound form. Mark appeared to be trying to talk Steve into taking a turn using Scotty and from what he could tell, Mark seemed to be winning the argument.

“I mean, it would be more like Matty and Craig,” Brian tried to elaborate, “Not like Randy and Mark or now Scotty and Steve. You do what I say, but we still behave like normal buds at school and in front of our friends.”

“You promise you won’t tell anyone,” Paul needed to be reassured that he wouldn’t become known at their school as a fag.

“We’d only tell the ones we knew we could trust,” Brian clarified, smiling slyly at his friend, “Like these guys, no reason to not let them in on the fun.”

For some reason, Paul’s dick plumped up at the thought of Brian wanting to share him with some of their friends. He had to admit to himself that as he thought about it, he was a little jealous of what Matty and Craig had together. At school, no one would guess that Matty was Craig’s bitch. They seemed like two typical teenage boys who were good friends. Paul wondered if Brian and him could have the same thing. He liked how Brian acted superior and dominant with him this weekend when they were alone together. But how would it feel to have Brian treating him like that in front of Steve and Craig. Would Steve lose respect for his friend once he realized that Paul had secretly wanted to suck all their cocks.

“If you are having second thoughts,” Brian started, misunderstanding why Paul hadn’t yet responded.

“No, no, please,” Paul stammered, finding it hard to look Brian in the eyes, but forcing himself to do it anyway, “I want that.”

“You sure,” Brian asked, wanting to be sure Paul fully understood what he was agreeing to, “There’s no going back. You ready to suck my dick whenever I want?”

“Yes Sir,” Paul said, his voice shaking slightly, betraying how nervous he felt inside.

“Good dog,” Brian stood, holding his hard dick, staring at Paul. Brian wasn’t wasting any time, allowing Paul the chance to prove he meant what he said. It was unspoken that Paul could suck Brian’s dick right now, if he wanted, but he was going to have to do it with the others right there.

He glanced over and saw that Randy had come out of the tent to join Steve and Mark as they debated what to do with Scotty next. With only a moment’s hesitation, afraid that if he waited too long Brian would revoke the offer, Paul got on his knees. His heart was beating so hard in his chest, as he leaned forward to take the hard cock being offered.

He let out a frustrated moan when Brian took several steps back, daring Paul to follow. It took all the courage he could muster, but he started to get to his feet to follow. He dropped back down confused when he saw Brian shake his head. Then it dawned on him what Brian expected. He swallowed hard and didn’t dare look to see if the others were now watching. Realizing that his actions couldn’t be undone, Paul dropped to all fours and crawled the short distance to where Brian stood.

“Good pup,” Brian praised as he squatted down and ruffled Paul’s hair.

Before he realized what he was doing, Paul raised his head up, intending to kiss Brian. At the last moment, he lost his nerve and turned his head and pressed his lips to his friend’s sexy freckled shoulder instead. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the others still talking, facing away and unaware of what was happening between Paul and Brian.

Brian smiled, standing back up, and led them to the edge of the river. Paul quickly crawled after, thankful to escape into the darkness out of reach of the campfire. It was actually a little thrilling, as well as nerve wracking, to have the risk of possibly being caught by the others. And it just made Brian even hotter in his eyes that he wanted the others to catch them, to know that Paul was his pup.

“Okay dog, you want my bone again,” Brian stood over him, holding his dick just out of reach.

“Yes Sir, please,” Paul pleaded, doing his best at puppy dog eyes.

“You like my dick, pup,” Brian waved it in front of Paul’s face, “Where else do you want it? Show me your ass, boy.”

Instantly he was nervous. Paul had a pretty good idea where this was heading and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it. Yet he turned around still on all fours, now facing the river, and arched his back to raise his ass up. He felt on display now, as Brian ran his hand gently over the mounds of Paul’s bubble butt.

“Fuck boy, you’ve got such a cute little ass,” Brian admired, one hand on the small of Paul’s back as the other caressed his butt cheeks, “You want to be my first fuck, fag? You want me to be your first too?”

Now that Brian had confirmed what Paul had been thinking, he felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement. He worried about how bad it would hurt to have his friend’s dick in his ass, it didn’t look like Scotty had much enjoyed the recent experience. And yet, there was something so hot about how Craig fucked Matty. How much Matty seemed to love it and beg for his man to cum inside his ass. Paul tried to imagine how it must feel to know you are taking another dude’s load in your butt.

“I don’t know, Brian,” Paul began to have his doubts, wondering if maybe they should wait for that.

“Come on, boy, I promise to go slow,” Brian tried to persuade him, and ran a finger lightly over Paul’s tight butthole. The feel of Brian rubbing his hole sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body, “I need to be inside you.”

“Okay, Sir,” Paul quickly caved, actually pressing his butt back, just as Brian slide the tip of his finger into his ass. Paul moaned at the sensation, as Brian pressed his finger in to the second knuckle.

“Tell me what you want,” Brian reached under Paul with one hand to grab his raging hard dick, as he continued to probe the boy’s butt.

“Please Sir,” Paul panted, then pleaded, “I want my first time to be with you. I need your dick inside me.”

“Good dog,” Brian withdrew his finger and spit on Paul’s hole, rubbing the spit around with his boner, “What do you think Steve would say if he heard you begging for my dick in your ass?”

As his body blushed, realizing how he must have just sounded, Brian pressed insistently at his hole. With a fair bit of effort, the head of his cock pushed through the initial resistance, and Paul yelped as he felt Brian’s dick enter his ass for the first time. The pain flared up quickly and then subsided to a dull throb, as Brian waited for Paul to get use to the feeling of having a dick in his ass. Despite the pain, Paul was eager to know the feeling of Brian’s entire dick and so he pressed his butt back. The feeling of his friend’s cock entering him was indescribable. Yes, it hurt, but at the same time his entire body tingled deliciously. His mind was overwhelmed with the thought that he was being fucked by his best friend, a friend he had secretly idolized.

“Damn, that hole is so fucking tight,” Brian said almost to himself, as he released Paul’s dick to grab his hips instead, “That’s it fag, open up for me, let me in. Take all of my cock, boy.”

Apparently, Paul hadn’t quite got the entire length of Brian’s dick in his ass, but Brian rectified that by thrusting forward as he pulled back firmly on Paul’s waist. The last inch or so of the dick punched into the hole and both boys let out a pleasurable sigh. They both just held still for what felt like an eternity, letting their bodies adjust and enjoy these new feelings. When Brian finally started to pull back, Paul whimpered.

“Don’t worry pup, my bone’s not going anywhere,” Brian assured him, leaning down and biting into Paul’s shoulder. As Brian’s teeth sank into his flesh, Paul felt his friend’s dick sink back into his ass until he felt pubes tickling his butt cheeks.

“Oh please Sir, please fuck your pup,” Paul moaned, the words leaving his lips before he even processed what he was saying.

“Jerk that dick of yours, dog,” Brian ordered, as he gave Paul what he asked and began to really hump his cock into Paul’s butt, “I want to see how much you love having my big dick inside your ass.”

Paul reached down and was surprised when his hand gripped his rock hard dick, leaking precum like a faucet. He did as he was told and began stroking his dick like his life depended on it. The pain of getting fucked had quickly turned into pleasure. The feel of Brian’s fat mushroom head plunging in and out of his ass was almost too much.

“Fuck dog, your hole is fucking amazing,” Brian panted into Paul’s ear, as he hunched over Paul’s back and sped up his thrusts, “You’ve got me so close already, fag.”

“Please cum in me, Sir,” Paul practically whined, feeling so low to be begging for his friend to cum in his ass, yet wanting it more than anything.

“Yeah, pup,” Brian sounded pleased and nearly delirious, “You want your man to cum in your hole, boy?”

“Yeah dude,” Paul panted, jerking his own dick furiously as he felt Brian penetrating him, “Please Sir, give it to me. Please!”

“You got it, fag,” Brian said through clenched teeth as he plunged his cock into Paul just before the cum fired off like a gun. At the same time as his sperm was flooding Paul’s guts, Brian wrapped one arm around Paul’s chest and placed a palm on the side of Paul’s face to pull it toward his own, pressing their lips together.

Paul melted into his friend’s embrace. Brian explored every inch of his mouth, and seemed intent on sucking the breath out of Paul’s body. Their tongues tangled in what was Paul’s first kiss. And still he felt for the first time the strange sensation of Brian’s hot cum pumping into his ass, coating his insides with his best friend’s essence. He lost himself in the tenderness of the moment, allowing Brian to control him. It felt almost like a dream, with the sounds of the river and the wind in the trees. And Brian’s grunting made Paul feel like they were animals mating in nature. And there was no doubt that Brian was the alpha male claiming his prize.

“Please can I cum, Sir?” Paul asked, even as Brian continued to devour him in their kiss. He’d continued to stroke himself, and felt his own orgasm approaching as he felt Brian’s ending, the seed becoming a trickle in his ass.

“Fuck yeah, pup,” Brian mashed his lips against Paul’s, and then licked the side of his face, “Cum for me. Cum for your man while I get you pregnant.”

As Paul began to furiously jerk his hard dick, Brian pulled them both up onto their knees, mouths still attached, Paul’s head pulled back so that Brian could kiss him hard from behind. Dick still fully buried in Paul’s ass.

“You’re mine now, boy,” Brian said, licking and biting at Paul’s earlobes and neck, “You know that right? I’ll protect you. But you’ve taken my wad in both your holes now, so you are mine.”

“Yes Sir, please,” Paul panted, unable to believe how sensitive his neck was and the shocks jolting his body as Brian’s tongue lapped at his skin, “I need to be your pup.”

“Come on dog, come on pup,” Brian bit into his shoulder again and sucked hard on the flesh, “Come on boy, cum for me. Keep stroking it fag. Feel my load soaking into you and bust a nut for me pup.”

Paul’s hand was a blur as it pumped his dick. Brian moved his mouth to another spot on Paul’s neck and began to chew and suck. And as Brian exerted that power, Paul’s dick erupted.

“Good fag,” Brian said, as he caught some of the cum in his hand. Paul groaned as Brian extracted his dick from his hole, he could feel his ass clenching at it to keep Brian inside him longer. He heard Brian slathering the fresh cum all over his shaft, before pressing back into him with his sperm slicked cock. Having Brian force his cock into his ass, forced more cum out of Paul’s balls, which Brian again caught in his hand and this time wiped all over Paul’s face.

It seemed that Brian was intent on ravaging his neck, and only stopped once Paul had emptied his balls completely. Then Brian again pulled his softening dick out of Paul’s deliciously sore hole and stood up, helping Paul to his feet as well. He grabbed his friend by the hand and started to walk in the direction of their tent upriver. Paul followed, taking a brief glance over his shoulder in the direction of camp, and saw the others were too busy in a pile of their own to pay any attention to what Paul and Brian had been up to.

“You’re gonna keep my cum inside you, pup,” Brian informed him, reaching back to slap at Paul’s ass and rub his fingers against Paul’s wet hole, “And I’ll be adding another load or two before morning.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Was all Paul could think to say, as he felt his own cum drying on his face. He reached up and touched the tender spots on his neck and shoulders, where his friend had bit into him, and smiled, happy to have Brian’s mark on and in him.

“I had applied to a few colleges and was actually accepted to yours.,” Craig was telling Chris, as they kicked back in the clearing enjoying a beer and a joint.

Chris was laying back, propped up on his elbows on the sleeping bag Craig had brought along and spread out for them. He stared up at the sky as he listened to Craig, who was sitting next to him, with Matty curled up and head in Craig’s lap. They were all still naked, enjoying the warm night air.

“It’s a pretty good school,” Chris commented, taking a swig of his beer, before accepting the joint Craig handed back to him, “You’ll have to come down and I’ll give you a tour.”

Chris took a drag off the joint, feeling the effects of the pot almost immediately, body becoming more relaxed. He could feel himself letting go of the tension he’d been storing up from the earlier events of the day. After dinner, Craig had allowed Matty to fuck Scotty and once that was done, Craig had said the three of them should sneak off together to have a little time alone on the last night of camping. It had been a great idea.

“Sounds like a deal,” Craig said, reaching out to grip Chris’ shoulder and smile down at him, “I can bring Matty. Maybe the three of us can spend a weekend together and you can show us around. Give me ideas on what part of town to find an apartment.”

When Chris tried to hand the joint back, Craig held up his hand to say he’d wait, so Chris indulged himself and felt the comfortable numbness seep into his head. The hand on his shoulder began to kneed the muscle gently and Chris couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. Craig took that as an invitation, and got to his knees behind Chris and began to give him a massage. It felt incredible and Chris wasn’t about to complain.

“Pretty nice huh, just let me make you feel good,” Craig spoke softly, his strong hands working their way down Chris’ arms and back up to his shoulders, “You know what else feels great when you are stoned? Getting head. Matty, why don’t you help Chris out with that.”

Not needing to be told twice, Matty was between Chris’ legs, licking at the hairy nuts hanging below a rapidly expanding cock. It didn’t seem possible that this night could get much better. He was being pampered and loving it. Craig’s hands roamed down his chest, squeezing his pecs and rubbing across his stomach, as Matty’s mouth engulfed the length of his cock in a slow easy motion.

“Told you,” Craig said, reaching down to take the joint from Chris, “Just enjoy this, you’ve had a rough day.”

There was an intake of breath, as Craig drew on the weed. Chris was surprised when his head was pulled back and Craig bent down, pressing their mouths together and exhaled. Instinctively, Chris inhaled and Craig’s tongue passed between his lips. They kissed like this, until Chris turned his head to let out the smoke he’d been holding. Once he’d finished, Craig went back to massaging Chris’ upper body while Matty took care of the lower half. Chris let himself sink back against Craig, his head resting in the middle of the teenager’s chest.

“Now that you know Randy sucks dick,” Craig started, an arm reaching down Chris’ body to affectionately pet the top of Matty’s head as he bobbed on Chris’ cock, “You gonna have him suck you off regularly?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” Chris admitted, but now that the idea had been put in his head, he couldn’t help but wonder. So much had happened lately that had him questioning if Randy was into guys. Thankfully, there was no way that Craig knew about Chris being forced to suck Mark’s dick earlier. This brought up the memory of swallowing Mark’s cum. He brought his beer bottle to his lips and titled it up, hoping to get rid of the phantom taste of his brother’s seed in his mouth. But the bottle was empty.

“Let me,” Craig offered, leaning across Chris, reaching for more beer. As Craig retrieved fresh bottles for them, his massive erection was pressed against Chris’ neck. The hard cock was so big and hard, it meant the tip extended up to Chris’ jaw. All he had to do was turn his head slightly, and the head of Craig’s cock would be in his mouth.

As Chris took in a breath, his head was filled with the muskiness of Craig’s crotch. This took Chris back to that moment earlier in the evening when he’d had his face pressed into those pubes and even had the shaft of that dick momentarily between his lips. He found himself turned on now, as he’d been then. He was fascinated with how big Craig’s dick was. Recalling how it had felt to have Mark’s dick in his mouth, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel like he was being choked on Craig’s monster. In his stoned state, Chris was contemplating giving into his curiosity, just as Craig sat back up and handed him a beer.

“You ever think about sucking dick,” Chris jerked out of surprise at Craig’s ability to read his mind, “I sucked Matty’s once, but it wasn’t for me.”

As Chris contemplated the best way to answer, Craig twisted the caps off their beers and clinked the bottles together. Craig took a swig and then crawled down to Matty and fed the boy some beer straight from his mouth. Then he put Matty back to work on Chris’ dick, before laying down on his side next to Chris to continue their conversation.

Hoping to avoid the question altogether, Chris lifted up his beer and took several gulps before looking back at Craig. The young man gave him a cocky grin and leaned into Chris for another kiss. Despite being a few years younger, Craig was still bigger as he gently pushed Chris down to his back and pressed his body on top. There was an animal energy coming from Craig as he practically pounced on Chris. Their mouths locked together and they made out.

All Chris could smell was Craig. The scent coming from his pits was overpowering and causing a reaction in Chris that he was a little confused by. Craig was in control and this wasn’t something he was use to, he was normally the dominant one in a situation. But it wasn’t unpleasant, just unfamiliar. The feel of Craig’s body against his, chests pressed together, Chris enjoyed how masculine it felt. It was completely different than being with the softness of a woman. In his altered stoned state, he just let it all happen. It seemed this was all having an affect on Matty too, as his cocksucking became more urgent and hungry, swallowing Chris’ cock to the root over and over.

“You’ve got me rock hard,” Craig said, in between kisses. To prove his point, he grabbed Chris’ hand and maneuvered it down to his throbbing cock.

Craig wrapped Chris’ hand around the firm rod and jerked it a few times, before pulling away to leave Chris to do the work. He was fascinated with how alive the flesh felt in his fist. It was hot to the touch and so thick that Chris couldn’t quite fit his hand around it. He continued to stroke it, mesmerized by the power emanating from Craig’s manhood. Everything about Craig was big, he was the textbook example of a man.

“Matty, baby, get up here and ride Chris’ dick,” Craig ordered his bitch, in between the moans that Chris was eliciting with the handjob, “I want you to take one more load from him before the trip is over.”

The warm wet mouth left Chris’ dick, as he felt Matty climb up his body and join Craig and him in kissing. As the three swapped spit, Matty expertly positioned Chris’ cock and he felt a tight boypussy slid down his shaft to the root. Craig sat up to watch as now Matty kissed Chris, at the same time the boy fucked himself on Chris’ boner. Craig shuffled closer to the two faces pressed together. It was only once Craig gently removed Chris’ hand that he realized he’d still been stroking Craig.

“Give this a kiss,” Craig offered his dick to them. Of course, Matty turned his head to press his lips to the cockhead, which Craig pushed forward into the boy’s mouth. Now Matty had each of his holes filled with cock. It was strange to Chris to see someone give a blowjob so close up, but Matty seemed to be completely in heaven as he took cock at both ends. The boy whimpered softly when Craig pulled his dick away, but then went back to kissing Chris.

“That’s so hot. Fuck. Bet you can taste my cock on his lips,” Craig spoke seductively, as Chris’ tastebuds were flooded with what he could only assume was the lingering taste of Craig’s meat, “You never answered my question either. About if you ever thought about sucking a bud off.”

Between the pot and the hot three-way he found himself in, Chris was totally open to the idea of giving Craig’s dick a taste. So when Craig began to slid his meat between Chris and Matty’s locked lips, Chris didn’t pull away or try to stop it. It was actually one of the hottest things Chris had experienced yet, as he and Matty were now kissing around the fat shaft between their mouths.

Matty sat up and bounced on Chris’ cock, head thrown back, moaning in a high-pitched voice, sounding like he was on the brink of his own orgasm. This left just Chris’ lips pressed to Craig’s dick, which Craig started to pull away. But without even thinking about it, Chris reached around Craig’s meaty ass and held him in place.

“Fuck yeah,” Craig sounded very pleased, as he pressed his hips forward to let Chris get at his dick easier, “Just try it. No one here to see. Just us, our secret.”

He felt Craig lay his hand on the top of his head, holding Chris in place with his head turned to the side facing the younger guy’s crotch. The stud raised up on his knees slightly and edged closer, bringing his hefty ball sack in contact with Chris’ face.

“Why don’t you start with my nuts,” Craig suggested, pressing Chris’ nose into the space between his balls and thigh, “See if you like my scent as much as your buddy did.”

He felt his head spinning as he breathed in the strong aroma of Craig’s crotch. Chris felt no shame in what he was doing, he was simply appreciating the masculinity of another alpha like him. It felt safe, he somehow knew he could trust these two. And if he was being honest with himself, he was in awe of Craig’s dick and appreciated the confidence he exuded. So instead of pulling away, he pushed his face deeper, his nose further, and extended his tongue to lap at the salty sack.

It must have felt good, because Craig moaned deeply and scooted forward as he pressed more firmly on the back of Chris’ head. Now Chris’ nose was pressed right up to a sweaty butthole, and he couldn’t help but take in a long slow deep breath. The smell was unlike anything he’d encountered, and he could understand why Randy had been more than willing to sniff at Chris’ ass the few times he had. His tongue swiped across the puckered hole and his taste buds encountered the tanginess of Craig’s ripe ass. He went in for a second taste, and then a third. This drove Craig wild and the boy began to rock his hips and drag his sweaty sack and hole back and forth across Chris’ face and tongue.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Craig’s voice dripped with seduction, “Taste your man. You’re making me feel good.”

The words had an affect on Chris and he lost all inhibitions. He drove his tongue up into Craig’s hole, getting a deeper taste of him. This was nothing like eating pussy, this was definitely the ass of a real man that he was licking. Chris turned his head to get his mouth on the massive balls mashed into his face, lapping at the salty flesh, feeling the hairs on his tongue. Craig grinded his crotch into Chris’ face and a ball slipped between his lips into his mouth. He sucked on it, fascinated with how big it felt in his mouth. He gently spat the one ball out, only to suck in the other and give it equal treatment.

Craig was enjoying the attention, jerking his big dick above Chris. And Matty was jerking off as well, as he continued to ride Chris’ cock. That sweet tight boyhole was getting Chris closer and closer to the brink of cumming and there was one thing he needed to do while he still had the chance and the courage. Who knows if he’d have this opportunity again or if he’d still want to once his head had cleared post orgasm.

Apparently Craig had the same idea, as he pulled his hips back, until the fat head of his dick was pressing against Chris’ lips. His tongue licked at the tip, tasting the thick precum oozing out. It was even a little sweet. Chris didn’t mind it at all. He parted his lips and Craig accepted the invitation, sliding his dick into Chris’ mouth. The head popped past his lips and filled his mouth, leaving no room for the rest of Craig’s meat. Yet the teenager was insistent, and kept pressing more of his dick in, until the fat head was probing the opening of Chris’ throat. He gagged and pulled back, but Craig’s hand on the back of his head held him in place.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Craig assured him, “I won’t feed you more than you are wanting to take. And you look so hot with your big lips stretched around my fat dick, has me ready to blow already.”

Some precum spilled out of Craig’s dick across Chris’ tongue, confirming that he was close. Chris closed his lips around the dick in his mouth and sucked, pulling back slightly on it and then pressing forward. He felt the dick prodding at the entrance to his throat again and he resisted the urge to gag. The dick was so much bigger than his little brother’s, and this experience was so much different. This time, he wasn’t being forced to suck dick. And this time, he was enjoying the experience.

“Can I cum, please Sir,” Matty pleaded, panting as he slid up and down on Chris’ dick at a more frantic pace.

“Go for it, bitch, bounce on that dick and milk that load out of your clit,” Craig ordered, then patted the side of Chris’ face, “You can cum too, once I dump my load. Which I’m about to do right now.”

Just as the words registered and Chris started to take his mouth off Craig’s dick, the young stud seemed to have a different plan for where he wanted his cum to go. Instead of letting Chris pull off his cock, Craig held tight to the back of Chris’ head and forced the dick even deeper. He felt the fat mushroom head pop into his throat, and begin to work it way down. The gagging kicked in immediately, right at the same time that Craig let out a roar and Chris felt a massive load of cum start pumping down his throat. Concurrently, Chris felt hot cum splattering across his chest, as Matty moaned loudly and his twitching pussy clenched at Chris’ cock, drawing out his own load.

His orgasm was one of the most intense he’d ever felt, likely due to the fact that he had a cock wedged in his throat while his balls emptied into a warm tight hole. The combination was unlike anything he’d ever experienced and he just let the sensations roll across him. Once Craig pulled out of his throat, he felt and tasted the hot cum splashing onto his tongue and swallowed it involuntarily as he gasped for breath. Craig’s nut was thick, as he felt it coating his throat and filling his mouth.

His cock was still spewing into Matty, as the boy planted his butt down, not wanting to lose a drop of Chris’ cum. Craig had let up on his firm grip of Chris’ head and was now stroking his face and petting the top of his head as the last of his sperm drooled onto Chris’ tongue.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Craig sat back on his heels and let out a contented sigh, his dick slipped out of Chris’ mouth and rested on his forehead, “I hope that wasn’t too much cum for you, dude. Gotta say, you took my dick like a pro. For sure gotta plan that weekend visit soon.”

Chris couldn’t think clearly, feeling like he should move and get Craig’s cock off his face. He could feel drops of cum leak out just above his brow, even as he swallowed the last of Craig’s load. He thought to himself that between Randy and Craig, things could get very interesting this year.

It only kept getting better. Seeing the pathetic little bitch almost in tears had Mark feeling like a god. But almost wasn’t good enough, he wanted to see the boy broken. He wanted to be staring into Scotty’s eyes just at that moment when he reached his breaking point and resigned himself to the faggot life Mark was creating for him.

With each new cumload being dumped into Scotty, it took him one step closer to his new reality. Steve’s load made five dumped into Scotty’s ass in the last few hours, an ass that had been virgin before today. And now Mark was about to add Randy’s load to the others. It pleased Mark to no end that he’d been able to talk Steve into finally pumping his seed into his best friend’s ass. And Steve seemed to have really gotten into it and was fully committed to making Scotty his bitch once they got back home. Mark was looking forward to getting regular status reports on their progress.

The only cock that hadn’t been in Scotty that Mark wished he could have witnessed, was Craig’s big dick. He would love to be able to watch as the bitch had his new little pussy opened up wide to take Craig’s monster cock. Steve’s older brother had made it clear he planned to use Scotty regularly, but he seemed to have changed his mind about using the fag tonight and instead was more than happy to let his bitch Matty have a go. Once Matty had finished pumping his faggot seed into Scotty, Craig had gone off with Chris, likely to have some fun together sharing Matty at both ends.

The contest that he’d just had the two fags endure had been genius. He’d been able to not only humiliate Scotty by getting his best friend to fuck his ass, but he’d been able to also remind Randy of his place by having to suck off and swallow his little cousin’s cum. Mark would never forget the look on Scotty’s face when he started to cum down the faggot’s throat, realizing it meant the fag they previously owned together would now get to fuck his former Master. At the same time that his best friend had his dick buried in his ass and was filling Scotty up with more cum. The torments seemed to never end for the poor little bitch.

Yet, despite all this, Mark wasn’t done with Scotty. He was about to deliver the last nail in the coffin. The nail being Randy’s fagdick and the coffin being Scotty’s no longer straight ass. And Mark planned to make this ultra-humiliating for the both of them. Because his real target was still Randy, and he couldn’t leave him out of all the fun.

Mark used his foot to not so gently shove Scotty off the log, giving Scotty the simple command to get on all fours. Once in position, Steve stepped up, grabbed Scotty by the hair and lifted his head. He began slapping his half hard dick back and forth across Scotty’s face until the bitch got the message and opened his mouth so that Steve could get his dick cleaned off.

“What, you don’t like the taste of your own ass,” Steve teased, when Scotty gagged on the cock that was shoved in his mouth, “Or are you just not use to sucking dick yet? Either way, you’ll learn to love it, you’ll be sucking my dick and taking it up your ass daily. That felt fucking amazing!”

“I can tell he’s got potential to be a great fag,” Mark said, watching Scotty cringe hearing that word used to describe him, “I mean, it does run in their family. It’s about time that the other fag get to try that hole out. After all, he did win the contest.”

“Yeah, bitch,” Steve agreed, stepping back and pulling his spit shined dick out of Scotty’s mouth, “Get that head down and ass up, present that pussy to your fag cousin.”

Scotty hesitated a second too long for Mark’s liking, so he reached down and grabbed Scotty’s nuts by the leash and yanked up hard. This had the combined effect of causing Scotty to scream deliciously and making him press his face to the ground while raising his ass.

“That’s better,” Mark complimented Scotty, patting him gently on his upturned ass, “I’m sure you don’t want me to have to give you another spanking with that tree branch. Based on the marks my brother left on your butt cheeks, I can’t imagine that felt very good.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be a good bitch from now on,” Steve added, wedging his bare foot under Scotty’s face and lifting his head up to look at him, “And while you’re showing your fag boyfriend that ass, you can have the honor of kissing my feet.”

“He should lick your feet clean, they are filthy from all that piss and mud,” Mark was absolutely loving how into this Steve was, the boy’s previous reluctance completely disappeared now and replaced with the superiority he surely felt, “Let’s see if you can do two things at once. While you are licking your new Master’s feet, you should reach back and spread your ass. Finger your hole to show us how hungry you are to have more dick in your ass. Even if it’s just fag dick.”

If Mark’s cock wasn’t already rock hard, it firmed up even more when he heard the pathetic near-sob come from Scotty. But to the fag’s credit, he did as he was told. And as much fun as it was to break Scotty down, it also meant that he now owned Randy one hundred percent with Scotty out of the picture. Mark was happy they all agreed to keep Scotty from outing Randy, because now Mark could control when and how Chris found out about his best friend being a fag. If Mark handled it right, he could exploit Randy to get Chris to be his bitch too.

“Can I fuck him now,” Randy asked, sounding incredibly eager and horny.

Mark pushed the impatient fag into position behind Scotty. The newer fag had his face pressed to Steve’s feet while holding his buttcheeks apart with both hands, gingerly sticking a finger in his cummy asshole. Mark pressed the older fag down until his face was in his cousin’s ass.

“Why don’t you help your fellow fag out,” Mark told Randy, pressing on the back of the fag’s head, “Lick his hole while he fingers out some of the multiple loads of cum in his ass.”

“Oh yeah, get your tongue between my toes,” Steve encouraged Scotty. Considering how disgusting it must have tasted, the fag was doing an admirable job licking away at the filthy foot presently shoved in his face. Steve had sat down on the log they’d just fucked the two fags on and had offered the sole of his foot to Scotty’s tongue, “Suck each of my toes too, bitch.”

“Make out with his hole, get your tongue in there,” Mark demanded of the older fag, “Help suck out the cum and make room for your faggot cum deposit. But don’t swallow, just transfer that cum from one fag hole to another.”

Mark stood there stroking his cock as he enjoyed the show the two fags were putting on. Once Mark figured Randy had endured sufficient humiliation from extracting the cum from Scotty’s ass, he pulled Randy’s head back by the hair.

“Show me,” Mark ordered and was pleased to see a good amount of sperm soaking on the fag’s tongue, “Now hold that in your mouth and don’t fucking swallow it until I tell you.”

“You like getting your ass eaten out,” Steve asked the fag sucking his big toe, “You eager to feel another dick inside you? It’s a pretty big one, although nothing like my brother’s. I can’t wait to get you back home and watch the first time Craig shoves his fat cock in your ass.”

“Speaking of being eager,” Mark observed, “It looks like fag one is more than ready to get his dick inside fag two. He was ready to blow earlier when he was getting his dick sucked, but I ordered him to not cum. Go ahead fag, you can stick your fagdick into Scotty’s ass now. Just remember, you don’t cum until I say.”

Just as Randy was lining his dick up, Steve decided to speed things along and placed his foot against Scotty’s face and shoved. Mark watched Randy’s dick disappear, at the same time a painful grunt was forced out of Scotty. Steve seemed pleased with himself as he stood back up, holding his hard dick. The fact that Steve was already hard again was a testament to his youth and just how horny this was all making him.

“Lean forward and suck my dick again,” Steve ordered his bitch, “You’ll have to work harder for this load though. But we both know you want it, so it will be worth it.”

Satisfied with how Scotty was being used, a cock in each hole, Mark decided it was time to fill one of the other fag’s holes. As Scotty was rocked back and forth between two dicks, Mark moved behind Randy. He pushed the fag forward, so that he was hunched over Scotty’s back, and shoved three fingers roughly up his fag’s pussy. It was still wet, from what Mark assumed was his load from earlier.

Randy grunted as Mark withdrew cum-sloppy fingers from his snatch and groaned when Mark slipped those same fingers into Randy’s mouth. As the fag slurped away, Mark slowly pressed his cock into the fag, eliciting a whimper.

“Feels good to be back inside your cunt, faggot,” Mark moaned at the pleasure wrapped around his dick, “You are getting to fuck Scotty for my pleasure, not yours. Don’t forget that. Because I enjoy seeing the bitch humiliated having to take another fag’s dick in his ass.”

Mark took control of the fuck at that point. He drove into Randy’s ass, causing the fag to press his cock into Scotty. With one fag’s mouth full of cum and the other’s full of dick, neither was able to speak or complain or really do anything other than take the cocks being offered to them. Randy’s dog tags jangled as he was bounced around like a rag doll. Mark couldn’t resist slapping Randy’s meaty ass to watch it jiggle and cause the fag to jerk forward into Scotty deeper.

The four got into a rhythm, with Randy sliding back onto Mark’s dick, only to then pull off and press into Scotty. Meanwhile, Steve guiding Scotty up and down on his dick. The two alphas’ exchanged smiles that were part bliss and part cockiness.

This went on for a good fifteen minutes, when Mark felt the impending orgasm building. Once he reached that point of no holding back, he slammed his cock into the fag’s pussy and felt his balls unleash the cum they’d been storing up.

“You feel my hot seed flooding your ass, faggot,” Mark asked, impregnating his fag once again, “That’s your permission to cum now, cum for me and fill up your little cousin.”

And on cue, Randy threw his head back and moaned as he apparently came up Scotty’s ass. The moan was mixed with the sound of the fag gurgling the cum he was still storing in his mouth. And just as Scotty was taking fagcum in his ass, Steve pulled his dick out of the bitch’s mouth and finished himself off with a few quick jerks. Cum sprayed all over Scotty’s face and into his hair, each spurt painting a stark white line on top of the caked mud.

“Fuck, you should see yourself right now, Scotty,” Steve taunted, holding onto the new fag’s hair to allow him to finish coating his face, “You look so pretty.”

“I hear cum is great for the skin, you should sleep with that mask on tonight,” Mark contributed to the verbal humiliation as he extracted his dick from Randy’s cunt, “And you’ll be sleeping with faggot cum in your ass too, help you become a full blown faggot yourself. Fag by insemination.”

“You can pull off Randy’s dick now,” Steve told Scotty, using the grip in his hair to turn the bitch around, “But it would be impolite to not clean it off and thank him for letting you carry his cum in your pussy.”

As Mark stood up, he saw the tears streaming down Scotty’s face as he was forced to take Randy’s dick that had just been in his ass. Mark stepped up to offer his own dick for cleaning by Randy and saw that the fag still had his mouth clamped shut.

“Okay faggot, you can swallow that cum you’ve been savoring,” Mark instructed, hearing the fag gulp as he consumed the multiple loads he’d sucked out of Scotty’s ass, “Just think, Chris’ cum was in that mixture somewhere, so you finally can say you ate his cum. I know its all you dream about faggot.”

Without having to be forced, Randy opened his mouth to take Mark’s dick. As he used his fag mouth to clean off the ass juices and remnants of cum, Mark stared down at Randy who was looking up at his Master with absolute submission in his eyes. It was in that moment that Mark knew Randy was his and he found himself getting chubbed up thinking about all the possibilities that lay ahead.

He jolted awake, covered in sweat and feeling disconcerted from the dream he’d just been having. As the fog of sleep cleared his head, Randy tried to get his bearings. He opened his eyes and saw he was alone in the tent. It all started to come together, how Mark and Steve took Scotty back to their tent once they’d all finished and Randy was left alone. Brian and Paul had disappeared, presumably back to their tent, and Chris had still been off somewhere with Craig and Matty. He’d felt exhausted by that point, so Randy had no problem just crashing. He checked on Darren, who was sleeping peacefully in his own tent. When he’d gone into the tent he was sharing with Chris, his sleeping bag was gone, so he’d been forced to use Chris’, which he’d opened up and laid naked on top of.

The dream was already fading, but what he could remember had been disturbing. He’d been with Darren and they’d been lost in the woods. He could hear Chris calling for them and they were trying desperately to find him, when a pack of wolves had come along and pounced on Darren. But rather than attack him or bite him, the wolves were fighting with each other as they tried to mount his little brother. Randy was trying to fight them off, when a group of men grabbed him and forced him to the ground and began raping him.

It didn’t take a psychiatry session for Randy to understand he’d dreamt about that because of the guilt he felt about what had happened with his brother. He’d tried to talk to Darren after dinner, but his little brother said he just wanted to go to sleep. Randy felt the worst about his own part in the torments that his brother had endured. If he’d just stopped it all right at the beginning, none of the things with Scotty would have happened. The thing that was torturing him though was the fact that he’d fucked his little brother this weekend. Yes, it had been before they’d found out about what happened with Scotty. And yes, Darren had wanted it, but Randy was the adult and should have known better than to do those things. He would have to talk with Chris about stopping all this with his little brother, it had already gotten out of hand and couldn’t continue.

While what he’d done with Darren seemed wrong, it had felt like some form of justice had been served when they’d each fucked Scotty earlier. After all that the little bastard had subjected him and Darren to, it seemed fair that he should have to pay. Randy was a little worried that maybe he’d pushed it too far even with his cousin, but what was done was done. He was relieved to be out from under Scotty’s control, even if it meant that Mark felt he had more power over Randy. Feeling a renewed sense of confidence, he was determined to get out of Mark’s grasp once they got back home. Randy was a grown man and couldn’t let a kid treat him like that. Although, there was a part of him that questioned whether or not he allowed it to happen because he secretly liked it. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind, unable to deal with it right now.

Then there was Alex and his uncle, Pablo. That was different. They were adults, not children, and there was no reason that Randy couldn’t continue with them if he wanted that. But that was the question. Did he want that? Alex was a friend of Chris’, and it felt wrong to be letting Alex use him behind Chris’ back. And Pablo, he had talked about getting Randy a night shift job where he worked, and had not so subtly alluded to making Randy his whore. Considering how much cum Randy had willingly taken this weekend, there was no doubt he wasn’t well qualified for the position. And why did the idea of that make his dick hard right now?

So much had happened in just the last week, that it had Randy questioning his own sexuality. And not just his sexuality, but this newly discovered submissive side of himself. He must have wanted all this to happen, otherwise why would he have allowed Alex and Mark to use him and humiliate him the way they had. How sick was he that he wanted these things. And what did it mean that he secretly wanted his best friend to be the one in charge of him sexually, even if he was too scared to admit it to himself, let alone Chris. He was terrified of what his friend would think, if he knew everything that Randy had done in this past week.

As he lay there, his mind racing, he realized his bladder was ready to burst. He crawled out of the tent, and found Chris sitting alone by the dwindling campfire. Randy guessed it must have been at least an hour, probably two, since he’d gone to bed. Chris had his back to Randy, and he contemplated sneaking off to piss and going to back to bed. But as he went to get to his feet, a few dry branches snapped under his weight, drawing Chris’ attention to him.

“Hey buddy,” Chris said in a soft voice, looking over his shoulder to Randy, a joint held to his lips, “Did I wake you up? I was trying to keep in down.”

“Nah, woke from a dream,” Randy stepped over to Chris, placing his hands over his crotch. He suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked, even though Chris was as well, “And had to take a leak.”

“Now that you mention it,” Chris said, standing up, “I gotta piss too.”

Chris handed Randy the joint and headed toward the river. Randy followed, feeling anxious all the sudden, taking a drag to hopefully calm his nerves. When he got to the river, he stood several feet away from Chris, turned slightly away from him.

“Feeling pee shy,” Chris joked, as he moved over to stand right next to Randy, his own dick pointing straight out, “No need to be modest considering everything that’s happened this weekend. Now I just need to wait for this hardon that sprang up to go down.”

Randy laughed awkwardly, feeling his body start to tremble slightly. He wasn’t shaking because it was cold, so it must have been because of Chris standing so close and sporting a boner that Randy couldn’t help but stare at from the corner of his eye. He shuffled from foot to foot, willing his pee to start and end this agony.

“You have fun with Scotty,” Chris asked, absently stroking at his dick, as he looked down, likely noticing Randy’s own emerging hardon.

“Yeah, I think he learned his lesson,” Randy mumbled, his dick only getting harder at watching Chris so casually playing with himself, “Mark and Steve took Scotty back to their tent. What did you end up doing with Craig and Matty?”

“Just hung out,” Randy thought he heard some tension in his friend’s voice, but then his thoughts shifted back to Chris’ dick when his friend turned to face him, “We actually talked about you.”

“Oh yeah,” Randy felt like Chris must be able to see his body shaking now, as he fought the urge to openly stare down at Chris’ cock, “Can’t imagine there was a whole lot of talking going on.”

“Yeah, Craig asked if I was going to have you suck my dick,” Chris’ gaze at Randy seemed to intensify, as he took a step closer, “And I couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t, since we all know that you sucked Matty. So I guess the real question is, do you want to suck my dick?”

Before Randy could change his mind, he blurted out, “Fuck yes.”

“That’s what I thought,” Chris said, smiling seductively at his friend, reaching up to place one hand firmly on Randy’s shoulder and press down insistently, “So what are you waiting for? I’m ready to find out what it feels like to have my best friend’s mouth on my knob.”

As he dropped to his knees, Randy couldn’t believe he was doing this. That this was actually about to happen. Was this going to be his reward for enduring the last week. Was he really going to get to suck Chris’ cock.

“I’ll do this on one condition,” Chris continued, holding his dick to the side and away from Randy, “You suck my dick how I want, I’m in control. Understood?”

Randy stared up at Chris with what must have been pure hunger in his eyes and nodded his head and opened his mouth. He couldn’t be clearer that he was completely okay with this arrangement. He’d do whatever Chris demanded, in order to finally get the chance to take his cock. Well, technically he’d sucked it once before, with Alex fucking him in Chris’ bed, but Chris had been asleep for that and Randy hadn’t got him to cum. So he was counting this as the first time.

“Good, now hold still,” Chris said, bringing his cock back to point toward Randy’s open mouth, “I need to get rid of this piss first.”

Just as Randy processed Chris’ words, a stream of piss hit him in the face before Chris redirected the stream into his mouth. While Randy hadn’t been expecting this, he had been well trained by Mark to not move a muscle. He had agreed to let Chris do whatever he wanted, so he accepted the piss as it splashed on his tongue. He had learned from experience that he couldn’t close his mouth to swallow, otherwise he’d get a face full of piss. Instead, he tilted his head back slightly to hold the piss and gulped down as much as he could with his mouth still open. Despite his best efforts, piss started spilling over his bottom lip and down his chin. It streamed down his chest and soaked his crotch.

“That’s hot,” Chris said approvingly, “You may as well piss too, assuming you had to in the first place and it wasn’t just a ploy to get at my dick.”

Once Chris had suggested it, the need to piss returned with a vengeance. The problem was his dick was pointing straight up. With a little effort, he was able to get his piss flowing and it shot up like a fountain and arced back to spray his chest. Now he was being soaked in his and Chris’ piss.

It felt like an eternity before their streams tapered off. Once he was done pissing, Chris grabbed his still hard as steel rod and wiped the spongy head on Randy’s tongue. He pressed just the head passed Randy’s lips and let some precum drool out before he withdrew it. Chris again fed Randy his dick, but this time left it in his mouth and used his free hand to caress the back of his friend’s head and gently pull him forward. The cockhead reached the back of his throat, causing Randy to gag slightly, before Chris pulled back an inch.

“I want in there,” Chris stated, as his dick pushed back in and pressed against the opening of Randy’s throat. Chris pet the top of his head, encouraging him, then brushed his hand across Randy’s cheek, before gently gripping under his chin to pull him forward. Throughout, Chris kept a hand on his dick and another on Randy.

To steady himself, Randy grabbed Chris by the waist and found himself actually encouraging Chris to be even more aggressive with his pursuit to get into Randy’s throat. When Chris realized that Randy wasn’t fighting him, he thrust forward a little more forcefully. His efforts were rewarded as his dick sank into Randy until Chris’ crotch was pressed flat to his friend’s face. Closing his eyes, Randy breathed through his nose as best he could, drawing in the scent of pubes. He wanted to just stay like this, with Chris’ cock filling his throat.

“There you go,” Chris said in a soft voice, sounding pleased and maybe a little in awe, “Good boy.”

Randy cringed to hear Chris call him boy, but it was better than being called faggot. And really, what did it imply, that Chris saw himself as the man right now, and really, who could argue. Randy was the one on his knees taking dick. Just as he felt like he was losing the fight to not gag, Chris thankfully withdrew his cock. As Randy caught his breath, Chris jerked his dick in his friend’s face and rubbed it against Randy’s lips.

“You ready,” Chris asked, to which Randy nodded, “Good, then open wide boy, I’m going back in. All the way.”

In one stroke, Chris was back in his throat until his balls were pressed against his chin. With short rapid thrusts, Chris began to fuck Randy’s throat. It was a strange sensation, especially with Chris’ hand gripping his throat to feel his cock stretching it. After a few thrusts, Randy started to gag. The gagging turned to choking and he felt his stomach start to turn. He placed his hands against Chris’ thighs and pushed him back just in time, as he threw up the piss he’d drank earlier.

Chris laughed as he rubbed his hard cock against the back of Randy’s head while he hunched over to vomit up the piss in his belly. Once he was done, Randy remained still, head to the ground, trying to ignore the taste in his mouth.

“You want me to switch holes,” Apparently, his raised ass gave Chris ideas, and his friend bent over Randy’s prone body and groped his asscheeks in his hands, fingers starting to slip toward his asshole.

At first, Randy was excited that Chris might want to fuck him. Then he realized that Chris was about to finger his hole and find that it was already wet with cum. Mark’s cum to be exact. As much as Randy wanted his best friend to pound his ass, he didn’t want to have to explain that Chris’ little brother had beat him to it. So with a sigh of regret, Randy pulled away from Chris’ attempt to get at his ass.

“Alright, we’ll stick to just the one hole,” Chris conceded, standing back up straight and pulling Randy up into a kneeling position again, “All done? Good.”

Chris gripped him under the shoulders and turned Randy’s body until his back was up against a nearby tree. He then gripped Randy’s head in both hands and wiggled his hips, whipping his dick back and forth in Randy’s face. The hard cock smacked Randy’s cheeks repeatedly, as Chris pinned his head to the tree.

“Open up,” Chris ordered. Randy obeyed, “Deep breath.”

Before he could even finish filling his lungs with air, his throat was filled with Chris’ cock. And that’s when the skull fuck began. It seemed pretty obvious that Randy was no longer giving his best friend a blowjob. His best friend was jerking himself off and just happened to be using Randy’s throat as the tool to do it with.

“Oh fuck yeah, so good,” Chris seemed to be talking to himself now, as he thrust his cock deep. Randy had nowhere to go, the back of his head smacking into the tree repeatedly, while Chris held onto his ears like handles, “Open. Good boy.”

“Come on, you can do better than that,” Chris scolded Randy, when he gagged so hard a few minutes later that the cock popped out of his mouth, “You want to show me you can suck my dick right, don’t you? So I’ll let you suck it a second and third time.”

The more aggressive Chris got, the more turned on and submissive Randy became. He accepted the fact that he was just a hole for this Man to fuck and so he tried to be the best hole possible. Chris hooked his thumbs into Randy’s cheeks and pulled out to open his mouth wider. Once he’d lodged his dick back in its proper place, he started to slap Randy lightly in the face and smack the top of his head.

“Open your mouth up boy,” Chris growled, wiping up the drool dripping from Randy’s chin and smearing it on his face, “Get your teeth off my cock. Suck it better. Get it in there.”

They got into a natural rhythm, Randy bobbing his head on Chris’ dick, as his best friend guided him by his ears. Whenever the dick would slip out of Randy’s mouth, Chris would chastise him and tell him to keep it in his fucking mouth, delivering a gentle slap to his face to emphasize each word.

“Nope, get the fuck back on it,” Chris ordered, when Randy had to pull off to keep from blacking out, “Come on, breath in between strokes.”

This relentless face fuck continued for a good fifteen minutes. Randy was delirious for his friend’s cock and was lost in a haze of lust from the way he was being treated. He had mastered the technique for breathing around cock and was able to now offer his throat to Chris’ cock without any resistance or need to pull off. With each thrust, Chris would pull out of his throat completely and then drive back in.

“Fuck yes. That was good,” Chris seemed pleased with how Randy was now able to keep cock in his throat and even massage it with his throat muscles. He pulled out completely and titled Randy’s face up to look at him, “I want you to do that again, boy. Nice deep breath. Open.”

Seeing the approving look on Chris’ face made this all worthwhile. He opened his mouth, ready to accept cock again and breathed in deeply through his nose. He kept his eyes open and on Chris, as the cock passed between his lips, across his tongue and started its slow descent down his throat. They stayed like that for a moment, and Randy thought he could feel Chris’ heartbeat in his throat.

“All the way down. Get your teeth off my cock and swallow it. Get that last inch in there,” Chris coached him in his cocksucking. Randy opened his mouth even wider, if that was possible, and he felt Chris actually work in more dick, “You want that cum down your throat, boy. Show me how bad you want it.”

Eager to be a good boy, Randy swallowed around the cock, while he extended his tongue to lap at the balls pressed against his chin. He was doing everything he could to coax the cum from those big beautiful balls, wanting desperately to feel his friend shoot his load while buried in his throat. While still swallowing and lapping, he tried to move his mouth as much as he could to stroke the cock in his throat.

“Fuck yeah boy,” Chris groaned approvingly, as he encouraged Randy to fuck his own throat, “Keep that up and you’ll have my cum in no time.”

A little longer of that same treatment seemed to do the trick. Chris gripped Randy’s head firmly in his hands and began to pump his mouth. Randy went limp and just let Chris use his throat to get himself off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Take that. God damn,” Chris moaned nearly unintelligible, “You want that cum, boy? Want that slime down your fucking throat? Oh god. Yes. Shit. Swallow that fucking cum.”

A flood of cum gushed out of Chris’ cock, drowning Randy as he felt it blast down his throat. Chris roared above him, sounding like an animal. Randy was certain that it would wake the others. He could feel the cock expand in his throat with each pump of cum going straight to his belly. He was moaning around the shaft lodged in his throat, and he was nearly crazy to get a taste of his friend’s seed.

“Take it, eat it,” Chris grunted, although in a much quieter tone, obviously at the end of his orgasm. He pulled back so that the head of his dick rested on Randy’s tongue, as it spit out the last of his cumload. Randy was in heaven, savoring the taste, before diving back down on Chris’ dick and whimpering as he did. He pulled back and nursed out the remaining cum, before letting the dick slip out of his mouth.

“Kiss it,” Chris sounded exhausted, as he held out his softening dick to Randy, who leaned forward to press his lips to it, “You sure Matty’s was the first cock you sucked? You seem pretty good at this. Hope I wasn’t too rough on ya, buddy. You want to cum, I’ll stay here with you as you jerk one out. I think you earned it.”

“No, I’m good,” Was all Randy could manage, but it was the truth. He was good. Surprisingly, he was actually thankful for what Mark had put him through this past week. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to handle the way Chris had just used him.

“You sure? Alright then, let’s get to bed,” Chris helped Randy to his feet and started to walk toward their tent, “I’m wiped out. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now.”

His legs felt rubbery and he had to hold on to Chris for support. Randy focused on the taste of Chris’ cum still lingering in his mouth. Never in his wildest dreams, had he imagined that his first time with Chris would be this incredible. That Chris would be such an animal and dominant and make Randy feel like he did now. He tried not to think about what this might mean for their friendship. Would Chris now see him as just a cocksucker to use when he needed to cum? How would he eventually confess to Chris about Alex and Mark? He was more certain than ever before that he wanted to be with Chris. How that happened was a question for another day.

Tears streamed from his eyes as he lay in bed that morning. He’d grown accustomed to crying first thing in the morning, it having been a common occurrence since the camping trip two weeks ago. At least today was Saturday, so Darren didn’t have to get up to go to school. He could stay in bed all day if he wanted to.

Each night, he’d go to sleep thinking about Chris and how much he missed him. Each night, Darren would dream about being with him, about feeling close to him, safe with him. And each morning, he’d wake from these dreams to the reality that he wasn’t Chris’ boy anymore. Not since Chris had the talk with him on the drive home from the camping trip.

As he thought back to that last day of their camping trip, he sensed something different between him and Chris. Once they were all packed up and ready to go, the two groups of boys said their goodbyes. Both Craig and Steve gave Darren a big hug and Darren felt especially sad when Matty gave him a hug and kiss and told him to be a good boy. Yet, he got a sick satisfaction in seeing how everyone was treating Scotty, who had seemed to accept his fate and was quiet as they piled into the cars.

Chris had Darren sit up front between him and Randy, with Mark sitting alone in the back of the van. As Darren listened, he felt himself go numb. A lot had happened and they had no idea it would get so out of control with Scotty. Chris realized now that it was wrong to have started this. Although Chris had only wanted to help him and provide him a safe place to accept what he was. Chris told him that he should remember what he taught Darren, to use it later in life, but now was not the time for them. Both he and Randy would always be there for him. And Chris even got Mark to agree to watch out for Darren at school, make sure no other boys picked on him for being what he was. Chris never came out and said it in the exact words, but Darren knew this meant that he couldn’t be with Chris anymore.

Randy had just sat there, letting Chris do all the talking. When Chris was finished, Darren had just curled up next to him with his head in his lap and slept. And he hadn’t woke up until Chris was dropping him and Randy off at the house. Darren had rushed straight to his room and crawled into bed.

His mom came in to check on him later that night once she came home. Apparently, her sister, Scotty’s mom, had called to say that Scotty seemed very upset but he wouldn’t say why. She wanted to know if Darren had any idea what was wrong. He told his mom he didn't know why his cousin was acting so strange. When Darren’s mom relayed that to her sister, Scotty’s mom told her that she could tell something had happened between the two boys and it was probably best if they didn’t see each other for awhile. Darren felt better when his mom told him that news. He never wanted to see his cousin again.

Darren’s mom also shared with him the big news that her boyfriend had taken her on a little getaway that weekend, while they’d been camping. And that he’d proposed to her. Darren had never even met the man, so he was unsure what to think when he was told that in a few months they’d be moving away to live with her future husband. When he asked about Randy, his mom told him that Randy was an adult and would be staying here, not going with them.

At first, Darren had been relieved to hear that Randy wouldn’t be coming. He blamed him for what Scotty had done. Randy had admitted it was his fault. And he felt betrayed by his big brother, thinking he must have convinced Chris to not be with Darren anymore. In the two weeks since the camping trip, Darren had avoided his older brother.

This morning though, as he lay in bed, he thought about how he only had a month left with his brother before he moved away with their mom. Even though he was mad at his brother, he’d only just gotten his big brother back in his life a year ago and now he’d be gone again. He could see how bad it made Randy feel to have Darren ignore him.

And he missed feeling close to men like his brother and Chris, like Craig and Steve. He’d been shown how wonderful and safe it felt to be with a man. And while he felt somewhat relieved to think about starting a new life, he hoped that when he got older he’d be able to find a man that he could give himself to. For now, though, Darren felt it was time to show his brother he was sorry for the way he’d behaved recently. So on that early Saturday morning, before anyone else was awake, Darren decided to go crawl into his big brother’s bed and cuddle with him while he still could.

The End of Part One

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