Me and Bro CH 16
Me and Bro CH 16
“Ok dude---say the word fag one more time, and that will be the last word to come out of your mouth with your own natural teeth”.
BUT --- before that happened ----------
I loved it when my big bro Matthew let me hang out with him. It was a joy for any k** to get to hang with the big dogs. 'Corse, I had to be super cool. No showing out, not drawing attention to myself. Just sort of sit there and look pretty, lol. And keep ur mouth shut.
Sneaking into a bar in Texas wasn't really a big deal—at least as long as you adhered to the above rules. Any dude that worked on a ranch, no matter how old, deserved a beer on Friday night. That was the attitude. It worked best in the smaller road side bars, out on the two lane hi-ways. You know the type, where the truckers and bikers hung out. Out of town construction workers, men cheating on their wives --- all my favorite 'types' :)
And of course such nights of big boy adventures usually ended up pretty much the same, for me anyway. Getting my lil punk ass gang banged ! Which was very cool, cause I loved getting my ass slopped up. And Matthew loved it too. It would get him off extra super hard, and he would destroy my lil ass in the process. Ya---I liked it rough.
So, tonight was pretty typical. I sit at the corner table in the back, munching down on a burger and fries. With, of course, a chocolate milk-shake. Matthew hangs on the bar engaging in idle chit-chat, and the loud screeching country music blast from the juke-box.
Matthew finally settles at a table with two other dudes. During their conversation he nods over towards me, so I knew what he was doing. Trying to rustle up a few to use my ass. Like I said, he loved it sloppy. There was pretty much no such thing as too sloppy, he once got 7 dudes from the football team to blow their loads in me, then, it was his turn :) The biggest dick at school--- 10 1/2” of thick, mean, cowboy cock.
So, he finally motions for me to follow him outside to the back patio. Three more follow us as well. It was pretty simple. Matthew just points towards the pic-nic table. I walk to it, dropping my jeans, and just bend over it. I spread my arms out side to side, grabbing each edge of the table. The first 'customer' comes up behind me, kicking my feet left and right to spread me open. He didn't waist any time, with just some spit and snot, he pops me. It didn't hurt too much as he wasn't all that big. I figured about 7” maybe, but kinda thick. 'Course they were all pretty much ass-holes when this happened, maintaining their 'straightness'.
Dude fucked me pretty good I guess, at least good enough to give me a boner. He blowed a nice load in me, and with no fanfare yanked it out and walked on. It was just a few moments before the next one stepped up, and it was pretty much the same. He was a bit bigger than the first, and he fucked a bit harder as well. I didn't feel to much at the end, so I guessed he wasn't much of a cummer.
But then came the third. Mexican dude---biker. At least that's what he looked like.
I figured biker maybe, but most likely d**g dealer. I told Matthew I needed to get fucked up for that one. I could already see the massive bulge in his jeans. Matthew walked off for a bit while the Mexican enjoyed eating me out. His tongue was awesome, getting my hole really wet felt good, and now my dick was fully boned up to it's awesome 8” of boy cock.
Matthew appears back in just a few minutes and shoves his hand right in my face. “Snort” was all he said. He spread his hand wide, right under my nose. I recognized the white powder at once, and hit it hard as I could. He then brought his other hand up to my nose ! “Again” he ordered, in that low throaty voice he gets from too much smoke in the room. When I said 'fucked up', I really kinda had in mind a joint. You know, just get a buzz so as to handle what I was sure this time was going to be a pretty big dick. It seemed however that Matthew was out to fry my brains, lol. Oh well, fuck it.
This time I felt a hand rubbing up and down my hairy crack. Yup—this one's lubing me up. I turn my head to look back, hoping to catch a glimps of what was about to invade my hole, but Matthew grabs my head and prevents me from doing so. He just shakes his head back and forth, and comments 'it's scary'. Oh fuck.
The due didn't slam me, but grabbing me by the waist, makes for one long slow entry. He was thick---way fucking thick. He opened up my tite lil boy hole like a rubber band, stretching me to the max, and continued inch by inch to enter me. Oh gawd ! Will it ever end ? It seemed fore-ever before the dude finally hits bottom, hitting my upper hole, and entering my guts. He pulls back and enters again, and each time repeating, he gets harder and deeper. Finally with a vise like grip, he pulls back, just to his head, and goes for it. He slams me so hard that I let out a scream like an injured banshee. I begin pounding my fist on the table top, and raised up on my toes. I hear my big bro hollar “That's what I'm talkin about bro---tear that shit up” ! Oh damm.
The Mexican just grins, and tightening his grip even more, gets into a jackhammer r****g of my ass. He slams me like a cheap piece of meat, which I guess I was. Each thrust reached the most upper reaches of my guts. I swear he was tapping my heart. In more ways than one :)
Although quite painful, I was loving it. Like my big bro, my piss slit was now oozing fuck juice like a water hose. One long steady stream of fine, slimy juice, dripping from my dick down to the floor. I finally just went limp, no longer able to tense up, or even cry out. The dude continues his assault on my guts, and I go black.
I wake up with three dudes standing over me, one of them my big bro. He was waving something under my nose, to which I try to wave off. He holds my arm and sticks the small glass bottle right to my nose. “Breath” he orders. I en-hale slightly and then figure out it was 'sauce'. Smelling sauce.
“Damm it lil bro—you put on quite a show” ! I didn't even remember it.
He grabs my arm and pulls me up off the table. I pull my jeans up, and button them up. I didn't bother with the shirt, in fact, didn't even see it. We head back up front where we take a seat at the bar. A light applause ensued, and I blush, hanging my head. I hear someone mumble 'bunch of fucking fags'. I just ignore it. Remember, play it cool.
I hold my head up and looking at the bartender, utter one word. “BEER”.
The bar keep looks over at Matthew, and he gives him a nod. The bartender smiles, then pops the top off the bottle to hand it to me. Guess he decided I deserved it. It was actually a momentous occasion for me---my first beer in a bar !
The voice from a few patrons down chuckles, then speaks up again. “So, you go out back, and let three grown men tear up ur fag ass --- for a beer”?
My hand starts shaking, holding the beer bottle, and it makes a loud clacking noise on the top of the bar. “Easy lil bro—we'll be leaving soon”.
The dude won't give up, and speaks again. “LOL lemme guess --- now big bro is gonna take lil bro home, the he's gonna have HIS way with his fag lil bro”.
That was it. I turn my head to the left, and lean forward over the bar a bit, so I can see his face. “Say the word fag one more time, and that will be the last word to come out of your mouth with your own natural teeth”.
The dude lets out a hearty laugh, slapping his hand on top of his thigh. I press my lips together, tight, and look up at the bartender. He gives me a nod, and that was all I needed. I take a quick whiff of each pit, drippin wet. That always gets me fired up. My funk was strong !
I scoot my bar-stool back and stand up. Fearing nothing, I'm sure, the man swivels outward on his stool as I approach him. I grab him by the hair, and stepping into him, slam his face onto the bar, five times ! As the patrons on either side of us spread, giving some space, I then yank the dudes head backwards, and slam his face with my baseball sized fist. And again, and again, and again. Non stop I slam him right to his mouth, determined to get me some teeth, as promised.
I pounded him like a wild a****l, non stop with all the might I had. The sweat was dripping from my forehead and pits, and I could now smell my own funk. Yup, I even stunk like an a****l, and now, my dick was hard. It just occurred to me that I hadn't even popped my own nut from the fuck down just moments earlier.
Finally a couple of men come up on either side of me and pull me off the dude. I manage to get a good kick to his balls, to which he let out a groan like a cow giving birth.
The dude just sits there wiping up his blood with a towel the bartender gave him.
BUT, I inherited way too much shit from my big bro, and just like he would have been in the same situation, I decided I hadn't had enough. I stood up again, and just simply stated, 'grab him'. There were all too many that were eager to assist.
Three men grab the dude as I start heading back to the patio out back. “Throw him on that table” I order, rather impressed with my new found following.
They throw the dude on top of the table on his back. Perfect. I kick off my hi-tops, and shed the 501's. Jumping up on the table I take a stance over the dudes face, with my feet right at his ears. “Hold him down” I bark. My helpers were only to eager to please. I slowly lower myself down to the mans face, until my hairy crack is right at his nose. Doubling up my fist, I give the dude hard hard punch to his throat. “OPEN UR FUCKING MOUTH” ! I scream at the top of my lungs. I now have an audience. The dude starts shaking, but does as I ordered. Now planting my ass right at his mouth, I push. It didn't take a lot of effort actually. There was so much cum up in my ass right now, it had been leaking out since the last fuck. My hairy balls and ass crack were wet from the spunk. I filled him up. His whole mouth, with the loads from three grown men.
I punched him in the face again, this time I'm sure breaking his nose. “SWALLOW IT----FAG” ! The dude actually does, swallowing down the whole load in one gulp. This dude was actually scared of me right now. It was going to be really hard to not get a big head :)
I hop off the table and get dressed. Heading back up front, the bartender is handing me another beer. I just smile, and take a seat beside my big bro. I'm sure he was worried by now that we were going to get thrown out, and barred from the bar.
The ass-hole from the back comes stumbling out, and just starts heading for the door. The bartender shouts at him, “Hey Thunder---what does it feel like to get ur ass stomped by a 15 year old fag”? He just throws up his right hand, flipping us all off. Everyone breaks out into a hearty laugh.
“Seriously k**—where the fuck did you learn to fight like that”?
I look over and smile at my big bro. “Silver gloves---three times”
I turn up my beer and suck it down. The whole thing in one slug. I lightly slam the bottle down on the bar. “Well, I guess I'm ready to go home now Matthew”. Turning my head back towards the bartender, “Mr barkeep, my big bro had nothing to do with with my actions tonight. Please don't bann him from your bar”.
The bartender gives me a big smile. “Are you k**ding me k** ? That's the most excitement we've had in here in months ! You come back any time you want”.
With that, Matthew stands up and puts his arm around my shoulder. I shuddered, knowing the pride he had in me at that moment.
As we near the door, I address my big bro, “Jeez Matthew, how big was that dude”? Matthew gives me a big shit-eatin grin, and pulls me in tight as we exit the door.
“Lil bro, you just took 13” of the thickest, meanest Mexican cock in East Texas”.
A couple entering the door turn their heads as if to say “What the fuck”??
I just blush.
“Ok dude---say the word fag one more time, and that will be the last word to come out of your mouth with your own natural teeth”.
BUT --- before that happened ----------
I loved it when my big bro Matthew let me hang out with him. It was a joy for any k** to get to hang with the big dogs. 'Corse, I had to be super cool. No showing out, not drawing attention to myself. Just sort of sit there and look pretty, lol. And keep ur mouth shut.
Sneaking into a bar in Texas wasn't really a big deal—at least as long as you adhered to the above rules. Any dude that worked on a ranch, no matter how old, deserved a beer on Friday night. That was the attitude. It worked best in the smaller road side bars, out on the two lane hi-ways. You know the type, where the truckers and bikers hung out. Out of town construction workers, men cheating on their wives --- all my favorite 'types' :)
And of course such nights of big boy adventures usually ended up pretty much the same, for me anyway. Getting my lil punk ass gang banged ! Which was very cool, cause I loved getting my ass slopped up. And Matthew loved it too. It would get him off extra super hard, and he would destroy my lil ass in the process. Ya---I liked it rough.
So, tonight was pretty typical. I sit at the corner table in the back, munching down on a burger and fries. With, of course, a chocolate milk-shake. Matthew hangs on the bar engaging in idle chit-chat, and the loud screeching country music blast from the juke-box.
Matthew finally settles at a table with two other dudes. During their conversation he nods over towards me, so I knew what he was doing. Trying to rustle up a few to use my ass. Like I said, he loved it sloppy. There was pretty much no such thing as too sloppy, he once got 7 dudes from the football team to blow their loads in me, then, it was his turn :) The biggest dick at school--- 10 1/2” of thick, mean, cowboy cock.
So, he finally motions for me to follow him outside to the back patio. Three more follow us as well. It was pretty simple. Matthew just points towards the pic-nic table. I walk to it, dropping my jeans, and just bend over it. I spread my arms out side to side, grabbing each edge of the table. The first 'customer' comes up behind me, kicking my feet left and right to spread me open. He didn't waist any time, with just some spit and snot, he pops me. It didn't hurt too much as he wasn't all that big. I figured about 7” maybe, but kinda thick. 'Course they were all pretty much ass-holes when this happened, maintaining their 'straightness'.
Dude fucked me pretty good I guess, at least good enough to give me a boner. He blowed a nice load in me, and with no fanfare yanked it out and walked on. It was just a few moments before the next one stepped up, and it was pretty much the same. He was a bit bigger than the first, and he fucked a bit harder as well. I didn't feel to much at the end, so I guessed he wasn't much of a cummer.
But then came the third. Mexican dude---biker. At least that's what he looked like.
I figured biker maybe, but most likely d**g dealer. I told Matthew I needed to get fucked up for that one. I could already see the massive bulge in his jeans. Matthew walked off for a bit while the Mexican enjoyed eating me out. His tongue was awesome, getting my hole really wet felt good, and now my dick was fully boned up to it's awesome 8” of boy cock.
Matthew appears back in just a few minutes and shoves his hand right in my face. “Snort” was all he said. He spread his hand wide, right under my nose. I recognized the white powder at once, and hit it hard as I could. He then brought his other hand up to my nose ! “Again” he ordered, in that low throaty voice he gets from too much smoke in the room. When I said 'fucked up', I really kinda had in mind a joint. You know, just get a buzz so as to handle what I was sure this time was going to be a pretty big dick. It seemed however that Matthew was out to fry my brains, lol. Oh well, fuck it.
This time I felt a hand rubbing up and down my hairy crack. Yup—this one's lubing me up. I turn my head to look back, hoping to catch a glimps of what was about to invade my hole, but Matthew grabs my head and prevents me from doing so. He just shakes his head back and forth, and comments 'it's scary'. Oh fuck.
The due didn't slam me, but grabbing me by the waist, makes for one long slow entry. He was thick---way fucking thick. He opened up my tite lil boy hole like a rubber band, stretching me to the max, and continued inch by inch to enter me. Oh gawd ! Will it ever end ? It seemed fore-ever before the dude finally hits bottom, hitting my upper hole, and entering my guts. He pulls back and enters again, and each time repeating, he gets harder and deeper. Finally with a vise like grip, he pulls back, just to his head, and goes for it. He slams me so hard that I let out a scream like an injured banshee. I begin pounding my fist on the table top, and raised up on my toes. I hear my big bro hollar “That's what I'm talkin about bro---tear that shit up” ! Oh damm.
The Mexican just grins, and tightening his grip even more, gets into a jackhammer r****g of my ass. He slams me like a cheap piece of meat, which I guess I was. Each thrust reached the most upper reaches of my guts. I swear he was tapping my heart. In more ways than one :)
Although quite painful, I was loving it. Like my big bro, my piss slit was now oozing fuck juice like a water hose. One long steady stream of fine, slimy juice, dripping from my dick down to the floor. I finally just went limp, no longer able to tense up, or even cry out. The dude continues his assault on my guts, and I go black.
I wake up with three dudes standing over me, one of them my big bro. He was waving something under my nose, to which I try to wave off. He holds my arm and sticks the small glass bottle right to my nose. “Breath” he orders. I en-hale slightly and then figure out it was 'sauce'. Smelling sauce.
“Damm it lil bro—you put on quite a show” ! I didn't even remember it.
He grabs my arm and pulls me up off the table. I pull my jeans up, and button them up. I didn't bother with the shirt, in fact, didn't even see it. We head back up front where we take a seat at the bar. A light applause ensued, and I blush, hanging my head. I hear someone mumble 'bunch of fucking fags'. I just ignore it. Remember, play it cool.
I hold my head up and looking at the bartender, utter one word. “BEER”.
The bar keep looks over at Matthew, and he gives him a nod. The bartender smiles, then pops the top off the bottle to hand it to me. Guess he decided I deserved it. It was actually a momentous occasion for me---my first beer in a bar !
The voice from a few patrons down chuckles, then speaks up again. “So, you go out back, and let three grown men tear up ur fag ass --- for a beer”?
My hand starts shaking, holding the beer bottle, and it makes a loud clacking noise on the top of the bar. “Easy lil bro—we'll be leaving soon”.
The dude won't give up, and speaks again. “LOL lemme guess --- now big bro is gonna take lil bro home, the he's gonna have HIS way with his fag lil bro”.
That was it. I turn my head to the left, and lean forward over the bar a bit, so I can see his face. “Say the word fag one more time, and that will be the last word to come out of your mouth with your own natural teeth”.
The dude lets out a hearty laugh, slapping his hand on top of his thigh. I press my lips together, tight, and look up at the bartender. He gives me a nod, and that was all I needed. I take a quick whiff of each pit, drippin wet. That always gets me fired up. My funk was strong !
I scoot my bar-stool back and stand up. Fearing nothing, I'm sure, the man swivels outward on his stool as I approach him. I grab him by the hair, and stepping into him, slam his face onto the bar, five times ! As the patrons on either side of us spread, giving some space, I then yank the dudes head backwards, and slam his face with my baseball sized fist. And again, and again, and again. Non stop I slam him right to his mouth, determined to get me some teeth, as promised.
I pounded him like a wild a****l, non stop with all the might I had. The sweat was dripping from my forehead and pits, and I could now smell my own funk. Yup, I even stunk like an a****l, and now, my dick was hard. It just occurred to me that I hadn't even popped my own nut from the fuck down just moments earlier.
Finally a couple of men come up on either side of me and pull me off the dude. I manage to get a good kick to his balls, to which he let out a groan like a cow giving birth.
The dude just sits there wiping up his blood with a towel the bartender gave him.
BUT, I inherited way too much shit from my big bro, and just like he would have been in the same situation, I decided I hadn't had enough. I stood up again, and just simply stated, 'grab him'. There were all too many that were eager to assist.
Three men grab the dude as I start heading back to the patio out back. “Throw him on that table” I order, rather impressed with my new found following.
They throw the dude on top of the table on his back. Perfect. I kick off my hi-tops, and shed the 501's. Jumping up on the table I take a stance over the dudes face, with my feet right at his ears. “Hold him down” I bark. My helpers were only to eager to please. I slowly lower myself down to the mans face, until my hairy crack is right at his nose. Doubling up my fist, I give the dude hard hard punch to his throat. “OPEN UR FUCKING MOUTH” ! I scream at the top of my lungs. I now have an audience. The dude starts shaking, but does as I ordered. Now planting my ass right at his mouth, I push. It didn't take a lot of effort actually. There was so much cum up in my ass right now, it had been leaking out since the last fuck. My hairy balls and ass crack were wet from the spunk. I filled him up. His whole mouth, with the loads from three grown men.
I punched him in the face again, this time I'm sure breaking his nose. “SWALLOW IT----FAG” ! The dude actually does, swallowing down the whole load in one gulp. This dude was actually scared of me right now. It was going to be really hard to not get a big head :)
I hop off the table and get dressed. Heading back up front, the bartender is handing me another beer. I just smile, and take a seat beside my big bro. I'm sure he was worried by now that we were going to get thrown out, and barred from the bar.
The ass-hole from the back comes stumbling out, and just starts heading for the door. The bartender shouts at him, “Hey Thunder---what does it feel like to get ur ass stomped by a 15 year old fag”? He just throws up his right hand, flipping us all off. Everyone breaks out into a hearty laugh.
“Seriously k**—where the fuck did you learn to fight like that”?
I look over and smile at my big bro. “Silver gloves---three times”
I turn up my beer and suck it down. The whole thing in one slug. I lightly slam the bottle down on the bar. “Well, I guess I'm ready to go home now Matthew”. Turning my head back towards the bartender, “Mr barkeep, my big bro had nothing to do with with my actions tonight. Please don't bann him from your bar”.
The bartender gives me a big smile. “Are you k**ding me k** ? That's the most excitement we've had in here in months ! You come back any time you want”.
With that, Matthew stands up and puts his arm around my shoulder. I shuddered, knowing the pride he had in me at that moment.
As we near the door, I address my big bro, “Jeez Matthew, how big was that dude”? Matthew gives me a big shit-eatin grin, and pulls me in tight as we exit the door.
“Lil bro, you just took 13” of the thickest, meanest Mexican cock in East Texas”.
A couple entering the door turn their heads as if to say “What the fuck”??
I just blush.
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