Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Characters:

Darren – The main character and faggot
Randy – Darren’s older brother
Chris – Randy’s high school friend

Randy sat on the couch next to his buddy Chris, who was slowly stroking his big cock, while Randy's little brother Darren was in the kitchen getting them another beer. His hard dick proved that he was turned on and that Chris was probably right that he had been jealous that Chris had been rubbing his cock over his brother's face, it should have been Randy’s dick.

"Go on, dude, take out your cock and let's see just how much of a little bitch your brother is." Chris said, coaxing his buddy who was rubbing his obvious hardon through his jeans.

Randy felt unsure if he should, glancing over toward the kitchen to see if his brother was returning yet with their beers. "I don't know, Chris, he's my little brother."

"We won't make him do anything he doesn't do on his own. Nothing wrong with jerking off together, not like we haven't done it before. If he stays around to watch, then we can show him what real men are like. A little guy like him needs someone to teach him, who else does he have to help him learn what men enjoy?"

Randy thought about that for a moment, realizing Chris was right, Darren didn't have any men in his life to show him what it means to be a man. So he gave in and unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock and laid back stroking it just as he saw his little brother step into the livingroom, holding a beer in each of his hands.

Darren stood there, having just stepped into the livingroom from the kitchen, carrying the two beers, unable to move or take his eyes off the hard dicks that his brother and his buddy were stroking. He had just been wishing that he could have seen Chris' dick as it was rubbed against his face. Now here he was looking at not just Chris' dick, but his big brother's too. The boy was mesmerized at the sight of the two big men moving their hands up and down their dicks. Darren wasn't exactly sure why they were doing that with their hands, but both had their heads back and seemed to be enjoying it. Darren had only recently discovered that his penis could make him feel good, but he'd never touched it. He'd been showering one day and had the showerhead set to the massage spray, when the pulsing water hit his groin and it felt strange in a good way. He let the water spray over his crotch more, the water hitting his penis and balls, and it started to feel even better. It was a weird sensation, but good, and so now each time he went to take a shower he'd lay down in the bath with the showerhead on massage and spray the water directly on his crotch and enjoy the feeling. But his own dick was so small compared to the two he was now looking at.

Darren was broken from his daze by Chris, "You just gonna stand there staring or you gonna bring us our beers?"

"Sorry", Darren responded and hurried over to stand in front of both men, holding out a beer to each of them.

Randy looked up at his brother as he reached out to take the beer. He was trying to read the look on Darren's face, to make sure he wasn't freaking out. But all Randy saw was this look of awe, as the boy stared down looking between both the cocks rather than up at either of their faces. Randy once again thought about how little his brother was and how easy it would be to physically overpower the boy. But even hotter to Randy was thinking about making his brother submit not through physically controlling him, but rather by using the boy's apparent submissiveness to make him do what Randy wanted. Randy stopped stroking his cock long enough to pop up the beer and took a swig as his little brother looked up into his face. Randy saw an expression on the boy's face that was a mixture of uncertainty, excitement and anticipation.

"Thanks, little guy," Chris said as he took the other beer. "Actually, would you open it for me, since I don't have a free hand."

Darren moved over closer to Chris, who lowered the beer can down to his leg and next to the stiff cock. As Darren reached down to take the beer can, Chris raised the beer can up and pushed his hard cock toward the boy's hand "Why don't you hold this instead and I'll take care of the beer, not sure if you'd be able to pop it open."

With only the slightest hesitation, Darren grabbed Chris' dick in his hand and felt his body shudder at the feel of it, the hard thickness, the softness of the skin, and the heat coming off it. He couldn't pull his eyes off the dick and had no desire to take his hand away either.

As Chris opened the beer and took a swig, he reached out and ruffled the boy's hair and moved his hand to a small shoulder to gently press down. "You may as well get back in your place, now that we have our beers." He suggested to his buddy's little brother, guiding him to kneel down in front of the couch between him and Randy, the boy never taking his hand off Chris' cock. If anything, the boy gripped it harder, as he sank to his knees in front of it.

Randy watched this whole thing, his dick hard and starting to leak precum. He stopped stroking it, looking over at his buddy get his little brother to grab ahold of his dick. And now Randy was even more jealous, that once again Chris was the one leading things and getting his brother to touch Chris' dick first. "You okay little guy?" Randy asked his brother, reaching out and touching the kneeling boy's shoulder. The boy looked over at Randy, while not letting go of Chris' dick. The look in his little brother's eyes showed a desire to please that Randy was surprised to see, but it was obvious that Darren did not mind at all kneeling before the two men. His brother gave a quick nod and barely whispered, "Yeah, I'm fine" before his gaze shifted down to Randy's own hard dick sticking out from the fly of his jeans.

Both Randy and Chris had big dicks, over 8" cut. Randy's was thicker, he couldn't even close his fist around it, whereas Chris' own dick was just thick enough to where he could barely touch his fingers when gripping it. "You ever see your brother's dick before, little guy?" Chris asked, seeing the boy's gaze move to Randy's big cock.

The boy shook his head, not taking his eyes off his brother's dick. As Darren knelt down in front of the two men, holding Chris' dick in his one hand while staring at his brother's, he suddenly wanted to touch it and feel the difference between them.

“Go ahead, little guy, grab your big brother’s dick. See what the cocks of a couple of real men feel like.” Chris encouraged the boy.

Randy saw his brother reach out and take hold of his cock and he felt like he’d cum just from the touch of the warm small hand. “Fuck” was all Randy could say, as he leaned his head back to enjoy the feeling on his dick.

“You ever play with your little dick before, boy?” Chris asked, as he lifted his hips up and pumped his dick into the small hand tightly gripping it.

Darren looked over at Chris and shook his head. “Yeah, your little boy dick probably isn’t big enough, but men like us have big dicks that get hard and have certain needs. If you’re a good boy, we’ll show you how to take care of a man’s dick. You want that, little guy?”

“Yes, please.” Darren said, staring intently into Chris” face with a need Chris recognized.

“Good boy. You understand that a boy like you is meant to show respect to men like us? And that we’ll expect you to do as your told?” Chris continued and the boy nodded.

“We’ll teach you what it means to be a man. I can see that you want to please us. We are different than you, we are men. You might never become a man like us, some boys grow into men like us and other boys are meant to take care of men like us. Do you know what they call boys like you? Do you know what a fag is, boy?” Chris asked, looking directly into the boy’s eyes as he spoke to him.

Randy saw his brother staring at Chris and again shaking his head, the boy’s grip on Randy’s cock only getting tighter. Randy looked down and saw that his precum was oozing out of his piss slit and was starting to drip down over his little brother’s hand. Randy was shocked when he heard his little brother respond, “No, but there is one kid at school that has called me a fag before, and it didn’t sound very good.”

“Ah, there isn’t anything wrong with being a fag, little guy,” Chris reassured him, taking a swig of his beer and patting the boy on the head. “Let me explain the difference between a man and a fag, while you help your big brother get more comfortable. Take off his shoes to start, boy.”

Darren reluctantly let go of both dicks and got down at his brother’s feet to pull off his shoes. He moved as if in some kind of trance, not really thinking and simply just allowing his body to do what it wanted. When he pulled his little hand off his brother’s dick, he saw the liquid leaking from the pee hole had run down his hand. Without even thinking, he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked the juice off. And just like when he had tasted the juice Chris had wiped on his face, a similar shudder ran through his body when his brother’s juice was on his tongue. Both men’s juices tasted incredible to Darren and only made him want more. With the taste still lingering on his tongue, he proceeded with the task of his brother’s shoes. Once the first shoe was off, the boy caught the scent of his big brother’s socked feet and took in a deep breath through his nose.

“See little guy, some men are naturally stronger, both our bodies and personalities. We are meant to be the ones making the decisions and in charge. I get that you haven’t really seen this since you’ve only been around your mom and sister. Women and fags have a lot in common. Most women want to take care of their man, but that isn’t necessarily what is most important to them. But fags, they are happiest when they are able to please a real man. A fag needs a man in charge, telling him what to do and teaching him how to take care of the man’s needs.” Chris explained, “As long as a fag learns early enough in life what he is, then he shouldn’t be ashamed of what he is.”

Chris watched as Darren removed his big brother’s shoes and seemed to be intoxicated by the smell. He just knelt there, still holding one of the shoes in his hands, with the scent of his brother’s feet surrounding him. Damn, Chris could smell Randy’s sweaty feet from here, so he could only imagine what it was doing to his little brother.

Randy was struggling with his conflicted emotions. He still felt slightly uncomfortable with how Chris seemed to be manipulating his brother into doing these things, yet he couldn’t deny how incredible it was to have his little brother on his knees in front of him. The feel of his small hand on Randy’s big dick was insane, and his inhibitions disappeared as his horniness increased. He vaguely heard what Chris was saying to his little brother, Randy’s attention was fixed on Darren as he worked at removing his shoes. Once he’d gotten them off, he could see the boy taking in big whiffs of his feet and bend down slightly to get his face closer. Randy couldn’t help himself and leaned over, placing his big hand on his little brother’s back, pushing him down as he raised a foot up to the boy’s face. Darren didn’t resist or try to pull away, as Randy’s foot made contact with his face. Instead, the boy let out another little moan and began to rub his face against his big brother’s socked foot.

Even Chris was a little surprised at how eager Randy’s little brother was, as he watched the boy basically worship his brother’s feet. Randy, for his part, helped by lifting his foot up so that the bottom was flat against the boy’s face while holding him by the back of the head.
“Smells good, doesn’t it boy?” Chris asked, taking the boy’s whimpering as his answer. “See, that’s how you know the difference between a man and a fag. A fag enjoys the smell of a real man, while a man would never allow anyone to do to them what you are doing on your own. Because you want to.”

“Fuck yeah, you like the smell of your big bro’s feet?” Randy asked as he kept grinding his foot against his brother’s face and pushing his socked toes up under the boy’s nose.

“Mmmm, yes Randy, I love it.” Was the boy’s response and so Randy decided to take control of the situation, rather than let Chris do all the driving. “Get off my pants then, boy, I’ve got other smells for you to learn.” Randy ordered.

As he watched Randy’s little brother raise up to obey, Chris’ continued to stroke his rock hard cock, smearing the leaking precum up and down his thick shaft. Chris stood up and started to take off his own pants, as Randy lifted his ass up off the couch so that Darren could pull his jeans down. Once his pants were off, Chris downed his beer and decided to pull off shirt as well, before lying back down on the couch, lengthwise this time with his back against the arm of the couch and his socked feet pressing up against Randy’s now bare thigh. Randy glanced over at his buddy and saw him laying there in nothing but his socks and boxers, with his cock and balls pulled through the fly.

Once he’d pulled his brother’s jeans off his feet, Darren raised back up to his knees to wait to be told what to do next. He first looked up at his brother sitting there on the couch in his shirt and white briefs, and then glanced over and saw Chris without his shirt on. He had a patch of dark blonde hair covering his chest, which trailed down his stomach to the top of his boxers. Darren didn’t understand the feelings inside him at the sight of this man’s body, but before he could dwell on them he felt his brother’s hand on the back of his head pulling him down.

Randy was overcome with lust, as he reached out to grab his brother’s head and pull him down to his crotch. He spread his thighs wider, as the boy’s face was forced between his legs. Randy’s briefs were still covering his nuts, but he ground his little brother’s nose under his sack. “Breath in through your nose, little dude, and learn how a real man smells.” He said, as he could feel his brother’s hot breath against his skin. Now that his little brother was there between his legs, sniffing at his nuts, his nose so close to his ass, he realized that he’d wanted this for awhile. The first time he’d ever pinned his brother down, tickling him, while planting his ass on his brother’s face, he’d wished that he’d not been wearing jeans so that his brother could really inhale his scent. Now he had his brother right where he wanted him, and he couldn’t deny that it felt natural to have him there.

Darren’s body willingly surrendered to his big brother’s control. He was happy to have his brother holding him down between his legs, allowing him to breath in the scent that he’d been unable to stop thinking about after his older brother had sat on his face while tickling him. Darren looked forward to those tickle sessions, always maneuvering his body so that he’d end up with his head under his brother’s crotch. Randy didn’t know it, but Darren had even snuck into his room more than a few times to sniff at his big brother’s dirty underwear, lingering on the areas that smelled strongest of his brother’s ass. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to know that smell better and the tickle sessions just weren’t enough. But now, here he was inhaling that familiar scent of Randy’s ass and balls, while his big brother was slapping his hard dick on the top of his head.

Darren’s euphoria was broken when he heard Chris speak, “See boy, a fag enjoys the smell of a real man. That’s the difference between you and us. You were made to worship men, and we were made to have our bodies worshipped. Now get over here and learn my scent better.”
This was hotter than anything Chris could have ever imagined, and he didn’t know how much longer he could go without blowing his load. He raised one arm above his head, exposing his sweaty pit, and called the fag over. The boy reluctantly pulled his face out from between his brother’s legs and looked over at Chris, before crawling over staring up at Chris with those puppy dog eyes, waiting for his next instruction. “Get your face in my pit, boy.” Chris commanded.

As he continued stroking his cock, Randy watched as Chris pulled his little brother’s head into his buddy’s sweaty armpit. He figured his little brother’s head must be covered in their stink by now, both from his own balls and feet and now from Chris’ pits. He decided to get into the same position as Chris, and lay along the couch, putting his legs over Chris’ so that hey were now facing each other.

Darren didn’t put up any resistance, as his face was pressed into Chris’ moist smelly pit. The smell was even stronger than that of his brother’s balls and the direct contact with the sweaty skin against his face made him weak. Chris leaned down and whispered two simple words into his ear. “Lick, faggot.” And Darren’s tongue darted out instantly, lapping at Chris’ armpit with a craving fueled both by his desire to taste the men and with the impact those words had on him.

Whatever Chris whispered into his little brother’s ear, Randy saw the effect it had on Darren as he dove into his friend’s armpit to lap hungrily at it. Randy pushed himself down on the couch, as Chris guided his brother’s tongue from his armpit across his chest, down his stomach, maneuvering the boy’s head around his cock and onto his hairy balls. Chris also scooted his body down the couch, keeping the boy’s head positioned between his legs licking his balls, until Randy could feel the back of his little brother’s head pressed against his crotch.

“Pull out your nuts dude and let your little brother get a taste.” Chris suggested, as he pulled Darren off his balls, hitting him in the face with his hard cock with a wet smack, before turning the boy’s head to face his big brother’s crotch.

In a second, Randy had pulled his briefs down and hooked them under his balls, giving his baby brother full access to his big nuts. The boy dove on them instantly and began licking and sucking on Randy’s big sweaty balls. Without being told, the boy kept turning his head from side to side, pressing his face into first Chris’ balls before returning to Randy’s own low hangers. The boy was perfectly positioned on his knees between the crotches of the two men whose balls he was eagerly worshipping.

Both Randy and Chris took in the scene, the two of them laying their on the couch, stroking their big cocks like they had done in the past, only this time they had Randy’s little brother on his knees between them, sucking on their balls and letting them occasionally slap his face or the back of his head with each of their cocks. This was hotter than anything either of them had done before, either together or separately. Randy no longer had any concerns about if this was wrong, his brother seemed to be enjoying it, and Randy needed to get off like never before.

Darren wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing, he was just letting his body do what felt natural. He couldn’t get enough of the smell and taste of these two men, going back and forth licking at their balls as he glanced up at them stroking their cocks above his face. Having Chris call him faggot triggered something in him and his only thought was doing as he was told and trying to please them. They both seemed to really enjoy him sucking and licking on their balls, and so that was what he was doing. His little dick was hard and rubbing against the couch, and so he humped against it as he knelt there between them, his face buried in first one crotch and then the other. He loved the way their balls felt on his skin as he licked underneath them, and especially loved when they’d slap their dicks against his face. He was completely happy in that moment, and didn’t want it to end.

It took all his restraint to not pull his little brother up and shove his mouth down on Randy’s big dick, but he didn’t think he could take it that far and make his baby brother suck on his cock. So he kept stroking, getting closer and closer to cumming, but wanting to hold back as long as possible and enjoy this moment.

Then he heard Chris ask his little brother “You like how our hairy nuts taste, faggot?” Randy looked down at Darren, whose face was turned up to him, mouth on Randy’s balls and a look in his eyes that Randy had never seen in any of the fag’s in the army who’d sucked his cock. That look of hunger in Darren’s eyes and hearing Chris refer to his little brother as faggot was too much for Randy, and he felt his cock explode as he pointed it straight up, a huge load flying out of his dick and raining down on his brother’s face.

“Fuck yeah dude, coat your little fag brother in your cum,” Chris shouted, as he groaned loudly and his own dick released a load onto the face of his buddy’s little brother.
Both men continued stroking their cocks, as that thick liquid kept spurting up and coating Darren’s face. Some of it slid into his open mouth, his tongue tasting the strange bitterness, unlike anything he’d tasted before. He turned his face up slightly to let some of it go into his mouth again, and he swallowed it. All he knew was he loved the taste of it and kept trying to get more.

Once both of them came down off the high of their orgasm, Randy and Chris looked at each other, not quite believing what had just happened. Randy immediately felt uncomfortable with what they’d just done with Darren, whereas Chris laid back contentedly and let out a loud sigh. Looking down at Darren, Chris asked, “You like the taste of our cum, boy?”

Darren got back up on his knees and responded with a nod. Chris leant forward and used his thumb to wipe cum from the boy’s face and pushed it between his lips. “Get a good taste. That’s the cum of men, and fag boys crave it. This is a test of whether or not you are really a fag or not. Now show me how much you liked it, boy,”

As he watched his best friend feed their cum to his little brother and call him a fag, Randy felt his cock throb despite having just shot a huge load. A load that now coated his brother’s face, and being pressed between his lips and swallowed into his belly. A load that was mixed with his buddy’s own cum. Randy laid back, trying to comprehend his own feelings, as he closed his eyes to listen to his friend continue to speak to his little brother.

Since Randy had his eyes closed, he didn’t see how greedily Darren sucked the cum off Chris’ thumb. Standing up in front of the boy, Chris decided to take it a step further and used his still hard cock to wipe more cum off the boy’s cheek and press it between the newly christened fag’s lips.

The fag took to it like a baby sucking on a tit, allowing Chris to press his dick into his mouth, the feel of the boy’s tongue on the head of his cock as he licked the cum up. Chris smiled to himself, pulling his dick out of the boy’s mouth, and wiped his dick off in the fag’s hair. He reached down to grab his jeans and started to pull them on as he said, “Good boy, now you better go get cleaned up. You don’t want your mom or sister to know that you’re a fag. We’ll keep that secret for you. If you’re good, we’ll let you do this again, and I know that you want that, don’t you boy?”

Darren stood up, feeling dizzy, but quickly nodded at Chris before rushing out and down the hall. As he passed his brother’s room, he dashed in really quick and snatched a pair of his dirty underwear off the floor, before running into the bathroom. He pressed his big brother’s dirty briefs to his face and inhaled deeply, already wanting to be between his brother’s legs again and smelling him for real. Chris’ words played through his head as he used Randy’s underwear to wipe the cum from his face. Everything they did with him and everything that Chris said about him being a fag, felt right and sounded true. He did want to please the both of them. And if that’s what fags wanted, to be able to do what he just did with his brother and his brother’s friend, then how could he not be a fag. It wasn’t until he was finished wiping their cum from his face and hair, that he looked down and saw the wet spot on the front of his own shorts.

Sitting down on the couch after pulling on his shirt and pants, Chris started to put on his shoes and saw Randy open his eyes and look over at him.

“Dude, did that really just happen?” He asked Chris. The fact that his buddy was now fully dressed and Randy was laying there in his underwear with his dick hanging out, made him feel even more confused about what they’d just done.

Chris finished with his shoes and stood up, looking down at his friend, “We just did what felt natural. We both suspected that your kid brother was a fag, and now we know. Just think of how much fun we’ll have breaking him in.”

“This isn’t gonna happen again, Chris, it can’t.” Randy said, self consciously stuffing his dick back into his briefs and sitting up to look for his pants.

As Chris walked toward the front door, he turned back to his friend. “Sure thing, bud, whatever you say. He’s your faggot brother.” Chris opened the door and just as he was leaving, said, “But you aren’t doing him any favors, by not helping the faggot learn his place in this world.”