Step-Virgin
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The following is a story within the larger Hancock Erotica arc called "The Family," which follows the intense sexual relationships between fathers, sons, brothers, cousins, uncles, nephews, and so on in the Great State of Hancock. Read more at MiltonYearly.com.
Shane almost smiled as the flame's tiny warmth nuzzled his lips and nose. It could have been some baby animal. That would've been nice. A birthday puppy. Or even just a hamster. No chance, of course—his mom didn't have room for more living stuff.
But at least she had tried this year. A cupcake with a lit candle jammed into it, set on the kitchen table beside a note reading, "Happy 18th Shane—here's a whole weekend to yourself. Gary got us a hotel in LF! So go nuts ya punk."
He blew out his candle. Jaw clenched, he started tapping his lip rings against his teeth. He pictured his mom and Husband Number 3 up in Lord Falls, probably sloshing beer on each other while making out at some shit-eared cover band's show.
Whatever. He could use a weekend alone. Well—it'd be just shy of alone, if he counted Jason's company. But that wasn't necessarily company. Jason usually kept himself garrisoned down in his basement studio. He'd only appear upstairs when en route to the bathroom, rarely dressed in more than underwear. In the two or three months since Shane moved in, Jason had spoken to him a handful of times, maybe two. Mostly small talk, but usually while sharing his beer or a joint on the back porch. He did seem nice—and if nothing else, he was pretty hot.
Jason Forrester was twenty years-old and trudging through a third senior year at Colton Unified. Shane had noticed him in the hallways before their parents had even met. At school, Jason wore muddy workboots and hid his eyes with a raggedy baseball cap. His jeans were always streaked in motor oil, and his shirts were always scissored sleeveless and ragged with holes, advertising metal bands and Jason's tight, casually muscled arms.
Pouty, big-eyed, grungy hicks like him had always made Shane squirm and blush. But Jason wasn't just a specter in the halls anymore. He was Shane’s big brother now. Reclusive as he was, Jason gave Shane a kind of attention he'd never had before. He’d cook for the two of them when their parents were out on the town. He’d commiserate when Shane was in a mood, but always say something to help shrug it off. Sometimes he offered Shane rides to or from school in his refurbished pickup. Now and then, he even tossed Shane a passing compliment. And none of it ever seemed forced, or even a little important to him. Everything was no big deal for Jason.
So, Shane felt perfectly safe and welcome to be sitting at the kitchen table now, wearing only boxer-briefs and his favorite thigh-high socks. After reading his birthday note, Shane had determined to make the most of his first weekend as an eighteen year-old. He marched to his room and peeled off his shirt and jeans, took his laptop back to the kitchen with him, and joined an amateur gay porn site.
After Shane filled his profile with shirtless selfies and photos of his butt in cute underwear, he started searching for users near his zip code. There were more than he had expected—he sent friend requests to nearly every user within 50 miles of Colton, mostly without even visiting their profiles. But he gave closer looks to the ten or so users who were in Colton itself, living right under his nose. Most were older men, some of whom were perfect daddy material for Shane. Of the few users around his age, only one had face pics—and Shane recognized him from school: Artie Bell, of all people.
Artie was even smaller and more doe-eyed than Shane; a real live innocent country boy in old wool sweaters and hand-me-down baseball caps. Not really Shane's type—but seeing Artie on that website still shot a thrill down his spine. His cock jumped to attention, stiffening in his underwear as he gawked.
There were a lot more than face pics on Artie's profile. Dozens and dozens of photos of his naked body, his rock hard dick in his delicate fingers, his pink boy pussy stretching to fit carrots, cucumbers, ears of corn. Even videos—hypnotizing clips of Artie alone in his room, slowly writhing while his hands roamed over his bare skin and his cock raged on the verge of cumming. And his latest video, posted only a few days ago, was titled “Me taking Daddy’s load”. Shane watched it over and over, and he burned with envy. He was still a virgin.
“Hot socks, little bro.”
Shane jumped in his chair and looked over his shoulder—Jason was leaning against the fridge. Naked except for a pair of black briefs.
“Huh?” Shane blurted. He felt his cheeks blushing hot, and he realized his hand was stuffed into his boxer- briefs, wrapped around his hardon. But he left it there, sternly reminding himself that it was no big deal.
“Hot socks,” repeated Jason. In one hand he held a long, thick joint; his other hand was hidden behind his back.
Shane watched Jason's eyes trail over him, past him to the laptop where Artie Bell’s upper half bounced on screen, tinny little moans coming from his lips.
“Wanna hang downstairs?” asked Jason. His hidden hand appeared, dropping to hang by his hip. He was pinching a tiny plastic baggie between his thumb and forefinger, and he tapped it against his bare upper thigh. It was full of white powder. “Got you a birthday present,” he said.
“Oh... fuck yeah,” said Shane.
Shane had snorted coke for the first time just last week. Right in the backyard. Jason had invited some friends over for a bonfire and graciously let Shane join the fun. Clarence Swift, another “super-duper” senior from school, had brought the coke, and after he let Shane try a few bumps off his knuckle he even shared his cigarettes with him.
Shane plowed through the pack in an hour. After he flicked the last butt into the fire, Clarence smirked at him for a moment, then quietly suggested another way for Shane to keep his mouth occupied. Next Shane knew he was in the woods behind the house, slurping the cum out of Clarence’s huge cock.
Shane sniffled, wiping his nose with his thumb. He was cross-legged in an old armchair, and on the couch across from him Jason sat with his bare legs spread wide. Leaning over the coffee table between them, Jason snorted a long line, and as he came up for air he slapped his pecs, grinning like he was getting his yucks in.
“So...” said Jason. “No big birthday plans tonight?”
“Nah,” said Shane. He glanced around the room skittishly—from half-naked Jason to the vintage pinup girls and eclectic band posters on the walls, from the dog bowls by the patio door to the odd hammock hanging in the far corner. He wasn't quite sure where to put his hands; one was rubbing at his thigh while the other fiddled with his nipple ring. For some reason, knowing he had nowhere else to be tonight made him feel even more naked. But he could shake that off. “Guess I was gonna jerk off in the kitchen all night.”
“Well that’s not the worst night,” said Jason with a chuckle. “But it's no way to spend your eighteenth, little bro... Yo, want me to invite some guys over? Just a couple—like, uh... Frank, that super tall guy you were joking with last week. And Clarence. You like Clarence, right?”
“Wha— ...oh, yeah, yeah,” said Shane.
Jason smirked to himself as he picked his phone up from the coffee table. After sending a few texts, he announced that Frank was busy, but Clarence would be over soon, and with more coke.
They finished Jason's coke while waiting for Clarence. On his knees at the coffee table, Shane was about to snort the last line when Jason stood up from the couch.
“Hold on a second,” said Jason. “I wanna try something.”
Shane looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. Jason was standing over him with a huge bulge in his briefs, the outline of his dick long and hard.
Jason laughed, and Shane watched his abdominal muscles contract, smooth and firm.
“Don't look so scared,” said Jason. “I just want you to snort the last line off my dick... I wanna see if it can actually be done.”
“Oh... sure.” Shane forced a laugh as he felt himself blush. “If you can keep yourself hard enough.”
“Pfft—of course I can.” With one hand Jason tugged his dick through the slit in the front of his briefs—it jutted out from the black fabric, bouncing in the air like a plank. “Uppers always make me hard as fuck.”
While Jason scooped up the last line of coke to arrange it on his hard cock, Shane tried to calm his own excitement. To take the idea in stride, he had to think of it as a “boys will be boys” moment. He let himself assume that Jason and his friends brandished their hardons together all the time—that it was nothing out of the ordinary, and that it meant nothing at all. Even so, Shane felt his own dick stiffening in his briefs, and he wondered if he should try to suppress it or not.
“There,” said Jason. “Batter up!”
The coke was balanced in a perfect line along Jason's shaft—which was rock hard, steady in the air without the help of Jason's hands.
“Quick, before my dick twitches or something.”
Still on his knees, Shane shifted closer to Jason’s cock. It was level with his face. He looked up at Jason for a moment—he was grinning proudly. As Shane leaned in to snort the line, he wondered if Jason could see how hard he'd become. There'd been no stopping it—Shane could feel the head of his cock pressing against his waistband, the fabric of his briefs tight over his shaft. His mind had started rushing with possibilities—images of Jason moaning, throwing his head back with Shane’s head in his lap; the ghost feeling of him thrusting through Shane's lips and down his throat.
As Shane snorted the line, his nostril grazed along the length of Jason's warm shaft. Sniffling, Shane lingered in place and stared at the smooth head of Jason's cock—he pictured creamy, snow-white cum spurting out of it, coating his throat.
“Nice!” said Jason. “Told you I could—woah...”
Shane couldn't help himself. He had parted his lips, leaned forward, and slipped them around Jason's cock. He sucked and ran his tongue around the shaft as he took it farther into his mouth, and soon he felt Jason's briefs against his nose. He looked up, and he saw Jason gaping down at him.
“Fuck...” said Jason.
His eyes were wide with an odd mix of surprise and concern—Shane panicked. He started pulling away from Jason's crotch, ready to blurt apologies and blame it on the coke.
But then he felt fingers in his hair. Jason’s hand was on Shane's head, keeping him from pulling away. The same expression was in Jason’s eyes, but suddenly Shane recognized the look of concern as brotherly—his big brother’s care.
So Shane kept sucking. He watched Jason stare at him, furrow his brow in pleasure, run his free hand through his hair and then use it to tease at his hard nipples. Shane hoped he looked right—eager, submissive, cute. And grateful.
“Damn...” breathed Jason. “You are such a good little brother.”
Shane was slurping hungrily at Jason's cock, lost in the motion and the feeling of its girth in his tongue, filling up his throat.
“Shit... Ok, ok.” said Jason. He planted both hands in Shane's hair and gently pushed him off of his cock. “Do you wanna fuck?”
Shane’s cock twitched in his briefs as he stared up into Jason’s now wild eyes. He felt his cheeks blush hot, and his hole puckered instinctively.
“Um... I do,” he said. “But... won't Clarence be here soon?” Jason smirked. “...We both know he won't mind.” “Ok...” said Shane. His heart began to race—not because Jason must have known about him sucking off
Clarence, but because he was imagining the feeling of Jason rubbing the tip of his cock against his hole. His pussy ached—he wanted to imagine more. But he didn't know how.
“But...” He had to spit it out. “I'm a virgin.”
Jason’s smirk dropped. He looked down at Shane with another surprised, concerned expression, but it began to rise into a wild, thrilled grin—his fingers tightened in Shane's hair, gripping his locks possessively.
“Then I have to make it special,” he said. He nodded toward his unmade bed, in the corner by the hammock. “Can you lie down for me? And take of your underwear? But... leave your socks on. They've been making me want to fuck you all night.”
While Shane moved to Jason’s bed, Jason walked to an open, cluttered closet across the room and began rummaging for something. Shane watched while he laid his head into Jason's pillows, slipped his briefs off and tossed them to the floor—his eyes were latched to Jason’s rigid cock; to the flex of his buttcheeks in the tight fabric of his briefs; to the snaking muscles in his bsck as he hunched over in the closet, shoulders shifting as his arms moved to shift boxes and knick-knacks out of his way.
Eventually Jason turned to stroll back to Shane—in one hand he held a spiked dog collar. He lowered himself over Shane, settling between his raised legs to press his shaft against his hole. Smiling down at Shane, he slipped the collar around his neck and buckled it.
“Can you be my good little brother?” he asked.
Shane was meeting Jason’s smile nervously. The collar was tight against his neck; Jason’s hard shaft felt enormous against his tiny hole.
“Yes, big brother,” said Shane.
He felt something cold and wet against his hole—lube, maybe. And then pressure—the head of Jason’s cock. It pushed against his hole in small, gentle circles, sending warm shivers through his body.
“I know you're a good boy,” said Jason, still smiling softly. “I know you want your big brother to be inside you... You want me to fill you with my cream. And I want to breed you, little brother... My little Shane.”
A sudden sting; the tip of Jason's cock popped inside Shane’s hole, and he gasped—but the pain left as quickly as it had come. Jason pulled out, returned to rubbing circles against Shane's hole.
“I've been thinking about your pussy ever since you moved in,” said Jason. “About sliding my cock inside you... Making you moan under me. Giving you all my cum... Pumping it deep inside your tight little body.”
Another sting—Shane gasped harder. He felt Jason’s cock slide into him, one inch and another, and another. The pressure sank farther and farther inside him until he felt it bloom warm somewhere he'd never felt, so deep in his body it forced his back to arch.
“Aw... You love your big brother’s cock inside you,” said Jason. “don't you?”
“I do,” gasped Shane.
“You're my good boy... My good little brother puppy.”
Jason started thrusting into Shane. First slowly, but always deep, his eyes raking over Shane's body as he moved. Shane took it with soft moans, sometimes a yelp of pain. After a minute or so, his body relaxed under Jason’s pressure—so Jason gripped his thighs tight, and he began pumping faster, harder. Shane’s moans grew louder. He ran his hands over Jason's pecs, grasped at his shoulders and his biceps.
“Oh my god...” he moaned. Shane’s body had never felt so good. His cock, rock hard, slapped against his body with each rough pound—it felt on the verge of bursting. “Unh—Jason...”
Jason craned his neck to kiss Shane, swallowing up his lips and his moans while he pounded even faster. Soon he was grunting, growling heavy, primal sounds down Shane’s throat—he pulled away as he slammed hard into Shane's pussy and ground his cock as deep as he could.
“Fuck! Fuck—there you go, little bro...” Jason panted, still grinding into Shane. “That's your big brother's cum inside you...”
Shane could feel Jason's warm load shoot deep inside him—one long shot, then another, and another. He pictured the cum filling up his hole, coating Jason's cock still inside him—it drove him crazy. He arched his back to press himself harder into Jason's hips; he gyrated against Jason, watching the gruff pleasure on his face, and he reached up to play with his nipples.
Jason wrapped a hand around Shane's cock, and in just a few pumps Shane was crying out, bucking against Jason's hips with his cock still inside him. Shane's cum rocketed out to splash across Jason's chest and spray over Shane's torso, his face, and the pillows beneath him.
They panted together for a moment, and Shane felt Jason's cock pulling out from his pussy. He heard a hollow pop when it slid free, and he looked up at Jason with sad puppy eyes, feeling empty.
“Good boy,” said Jason. He cock was still rock hard, now slathered with his cum. “Now... get on your hands and knees for me.”
Shane obeyed. Facing a faded Iron Maiden poster on the wall, he felt the sticky slap of Jason's shaft against his hole, and he whimpered. But then he felt a tug on the dog collar around his neck—he heard a clink of a metal clasp, and his neck jerked backwards, choked. Jason had leashed him. Shane looked over his shoulder and saw the other end of the leash wrapped around Jason's fist; he was holding it taught against his chest.
And then a rattling slam—the patio door. Shane jolted, and his eyes darted to the door. Clarence had let himself in. He stood just feet away from the bed, staring wide-eyed at Shane and Jason.
“Well shit...” he said. A wily grin slowly spread across his lips. “Happy birthday, puppy.”
“Took you long enough,” said Jason. “But I think my little bro’s pussy is just about ready for you now... He's so fucking tight, man.”
“Hold your horses, bro,” said Clarence. “I can't breed the birthday boy till we smoke a blunt and snort up this coke I brought for him.”
Still caught off guard, Shane watched as Clarence dropped his backpack to the floor and began stripping off his clothes. He peeled his muscle shirt away to reveal his big wrestler’s pecs and his tight abs; he unbundled his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor. In the same bright yellow briefs as the night Shane had sucked him off, Clarence’s cock was already growing stiff. He kneeled down and unzipped his backpack.
Jason kept hold of Shane's leash while they smoked a blunt and snorted through Clarence’s coke—but he let Shane sit in Clarence’s lap. By the time they finished the last lines, Clarence was rock hard against Shane's hole, and Shane was slowly grinding in place. He leaned back against Clarence’s hard torso, and when Clarence clasped his hips, Jason dropped the leash.
While Clarence started pounding into Shane on the couch, Jason stood by the door and stroked his sticky cock over one of the dog bowls. He shot his load into the bowl, knees buckling, around the same time that Clarence creamed inside Shane with a wolfish howl—and then Jason and Clarence traded places.
The night went on like this for hours. Clarence busting his load in Shane while Jason came into the dog bowl, then Jason breeding Shane on the couch, in bed, or in the sling while Clarence added his cum to the dog bowl—back and forth, over and over until Shane's pussy was dripping their cream all over the floor, and the dog bowl was filled with a thick pool of cum.
That was when Jason took Shane by the leash and led him to the dog bowl.
“Drink up, puppy,” he said.