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The problems all started when Conrad moved in. Sam”s mom met Conrad”s dad on the internet. After an appropriate period of cyber sex and two serious chats largely characterized by honesty, they decided to try out each other’s fleshware. It was Bonus Family time and Conrad’s family Brady Bunched into the small two-bedroom suburban ranch. Sam”s quiet life changed for the worst.
Conrad was sixteen and Sam was fifteen. Mini Me Conrad, young Mike, was eleven. The boys were masters of their domain in the bastion basement. They had their territories. Sam’s mom shouted down the stairs if there was anything to share. The bonus dad cared less it seemed. Their parents didn”t stay home much and they didn”t seem to care if the boys drank their beer or smoked a little dope in the basement; as long as someone was watching little Mike.
Sam realized Conrad set him up about two blow jobs too late. Babysitting night and Sam was drunk, easily convinced to tease Mike. Sam chased the boy around the house, tackling and tickling until Mike had to wiz. Conrad said it was too funny, filmed the chase with color commentary. Sam finally grabbed Mike and carried him to the bathroom for his shower.
Mike giggled when Sam stripped his clothes off. Sam figured it was his power tripping that put him in his fix. You see, Mike was still into the chase and tickle. No way was he going to make the door with Sam on guard. Sam carried him kicking to the tub. MIke went on strike. The kid wouldn”t wash unless Sam or Conrad got in with him. The older boys laughed this off, school shower room stuff. Sam stripped and stepped under the water. Mike washed himself while Sam stood over him.
Sam had not thought about Conrad with his phone. Mike turned around in the tub and told Sam to look at his boner. The little eleven-year old had a soapy woody. Sam was telling him not to be silly when the kid grabbed his legs and kissed Sam”s cock. Sam pushed the kid away and told him not to be gross. Sam thought that was the end of things; but it was just the beginning of a nightmare that seemed to have no end.
Conrad showed him the pictures a few days later. Sam had to admit the video was damaging. Put together carefully, it looked like Sam perved out on Mike. First the chase, then the strip, then the blow job from a little kid. Oh, anyone who saw Sam’s cock could say Mike was Hoovering a different chubby; but who saw Sam cock-ready?
Conrad told Sam he wanted to take a few more pictures and Sam told Conrad to fuck off. Conrad told him a few pictures might find their way to school. Sam made his next mistake. He agreed to take the next set of pictures.
Conrad kept the first series of pictures simple. He just asked Sam to take his clothes off while he took pictures with his phone. He liked shots of Sam”s ass and crotch. The next time they took pictures of him jacking off on his bed.
I’m ready for my closeup, Mr. Meyer. Sam tried the “okay” sign around the head of his cock, then stroke downward and follow immediately with his other hand, making the same motion. Take it again from the top. Keep repeating, then reverse directions and pull upward to mix things up. When Sam came, Conrad took close-ups of the jizm dripping down his chest into his brown thatch. Cut, but not a wrap. Second take was for the dribble down Sam’s fingers. Stupid boy, he is offering advice at this point. Sam is feeling Stanley Kubrick about the details. He wants slow motion sweat dripping down his ribs, the scrotal flex. Conrad is a little more Ed Wood about the project. Cut, that’s a wrap, everyone.
Conrad wanted Sam to blow him and when Sam told him to go to hell. Conrad posted his monkey spanking series on PornTube. It stayed up long enough to get Conrad”s message across. Sam gave in and played the skin flute for the first time. The boys shared the big room, so after that Sam was pretty much Conrad”s bitch.
The next set with Mike was more authentic. 10:14, that title was awesome. Sam and Mike were awesome too. The video was so uplifting. It deserved a sequel: 10:14 AM and 10:14 PM. “Breakfast in bed” or “The wake up call”, Conrad was uncertain. Cue innocent young boy, wide-eyed, wide-mouthed, hands on dripping adolescent bone. 10:14 PM was “Nightmare”. Cue innocent boy waking in the dark, enter babysitter to sooth the fear away with a rather unenthusiastic fellatio on a remarkably hard little dick. Conrad wanted to move on to man-sex. The only problem was finding an older partner for his second boy-toy. Conrad couldn”t run the risk of sharing pictures of himself.
While Conrad was puzzling through the problem Sam stumbled over a problem of his own. Mr. Mann found Sam”s monkey spanking series and added it to his private collection. Rick Mann was instantly attracted to the boy”s slim features; particularly his inviting ass and the boy juice dribbling out of his sweet little woody.
Rick began to take more notice of Sam in class. Sam responded in a friendly way towards the handsome twenty-six year old. He was a gentle teacher and a good coach. Mr. Mann’s room was easygoing. Rick jumped on Sam one Friday when Sam was fooling around. He laid a detention on the youngster. Sam was surprised to get it, but didn’t mind being held back for an hour. He liked the young teacher and he was always looking for excuses to avoid going home with Conrad. It was like the only life Conrad had was thinking up things to do with Sam and Mike.
Sam showed up after school and Mr. Mann set him to work writing out the rules for backgammon. He left him at it for half an hour and puttered around the classroom and hallways. He returned when the last dedicated teacher had taken off for the weekend.
Rick locked and closed his door before calling Sam back into the work room at the back of the classroom. Sam got up on a chair and started moving some boxes around the top of the shelves. He liked helping the teacher. Mr. Mann closed the work room door and told Sam he had seen his pictures on the web. Sam didn’t know how to answer that; particularly when Mr. Mann showed him one of the better pictures. He had not thought his cock and balls were that big till he saw them printed in life size.
Sam was just standing on the chair feeling stupid when Mr. Mann unfastened his pants and pulled Sam’s dick free. Mr. Mann told him the picture would be their secret if Sam put out a little every now and then. Sam was still deciding what he should do when the young teacher started vacuuming juice out of his rod. When Sam had given it up to the teacher Mr. Mann told him to blow his cock. Sam did his best and choked on the man’s load. Sam went home with a new problem. Mr. Mann was good for a detention once or twice a week. After a while the detentions became tutoring sessions and before long Mr. Mann was playing hide the salami with Sam’s ass.
Conrad was still toying with possible partners when Sam started cutting grass for Mr. Mann on Saturday mornings. Sam actually did cut the grass. Rick liked to see him out there pushing the mower up and down the lawn with his shirt off. After Sam finished the yard work he did some sheet work for Mr. Mann in the house.
The weeks past and Sam got used to getting nailed by Mr. Mann. His teacher was dedicated to sharing the joy of hands-on, experiential learning. They usually had a good work out together, and Mr. Mann made sure Sam was squeezed dry when they quit for the day. By the time summer vacation started Mr. Mann had the cleanest yard in the neighborhood and Sam’s perky ass had more miles on it than a fifteen-year old Greyhound bus.
Rick Mann was starting to like the boy for more than his baby-fresh buns, sweet lips and thrusting one-eyed monk. While he was chewing on Sam’s balls he paused to ask the writhing teenager why he had posted pictures of himself cleaning his pipes. Sam propped himself up and told the teacher between his thighs that his twisted step brother, Conrad had done it to him. Rick grabbed his throbbing rod and started licking it like it was a melting Popsicle. He asked Sam to explain what he meant. Nothing wrong with gay, Rick thinks. Sexting is a thing, he knows. So what’s the big deal? Sam explained the pedophile angle, pausing only to gasp a few choice words when he shot his juice into Mr. Mann’s hungry mouth.
Ignoring the fact that he was exploiting Sam like the International Monetary Fund screws over a third world country, Rick suggested Sam should get out from under Conrad’s blackmailing thumb. He drove his ready rod into the boy’s well-lubricated bung hole and told Sam that Conrad shouldn’t be allowed to just fuck him over.
The young teacher thought about the problem while he forced the boy’s legs ümitköy escort on his broad shoulders. They rocked back and forth till Sam’s bare chest began to sweat. Rick Mann pulled out and let Sam’s legs drop back down. Rick grabbed Sam’s hips. He flipped Samburger over and asked Sam if Conrad did his little brother too.
11:16 was far too early for juicy wieners and a soft bun to relish. Rick buttered Sam’s buns with essential oils. Smooth buns, cheeks parted so the open mouth can suck the flavour off Rick’s thoughtful fingers. Sam’s little stepbrother was probably wide open to assault. Sam was on his knees ready to switch on the ignition. Sam’s hands are at two and ten, braced for a whiplash collision. Fifteen is the age you get your learner’s licence.
Sam waited until Mr. Mann had slipped his meat back in, then told his teacher Conrad and Mike were a regular item around the house. If Conrad wasn’t pushing his rod into Sam, he was diddling his little brother. Conrad did not wait for his learner’s licence. The brother’s dad lived on the Web, caught in the glow. Mike latch-keyed onto Conrad’s twelve-year old dick when he was in grade two. It was hand to mouth back then, while dad cybersexed. Little Mickey was Conrad’s problem. By grade three, Mike was simply saying his prayers at the foot of the bed. Conrad was his brother’s keeper.
Mr. Mann pulled out again and picked up a thin digital camera next to his bed. He handed it to Sam and slid back into his wet ass. Sam rested on his elbows and looked the camera over while his teacher orbited his anus. Finding the unfamiliar buttons was like trying to write while you are in the car. While his teacher jerked around, Sam jerked around.
Sam started a record and slid the little camera down between his legs. Freshman lessons are 45-minutes. Sam knows next Fall they will last an hour. The teacher is going to ring his bell any minute, Sam knows the drill. He is straddling the little camera hands free when Mr. Mann chalks the board with three last strokes. Sam’s wand casts its spell on the bed while his teacher slowly stirred the colon-kettle.
It is a slow close. Rick panned the camera across the dick and sagging balls. Cream and oil slick the hard perineum. Sam’s Ooohhh so swollen lips contract on camera. Rick Mann dropped on Sam’s back. They watched the video together. The images juggle around too much, but the ending is so good that they watch it twice. Sam thought it was worth a try with Conrad. While Rick went off to clean himself, Sam stretched like a cat and fell asleep on his teacher’s bed.
Conrad was so predictable. It is date night for the parents so the boys have to shift for themselves. Conrad was in a funk. He had to give up on finding Sam an older partner. Conrad has no friends at school. The risk of involving one of Sam’s friends was too great. The football quarterback was gay. He might run a few patterns on Sam’s turf, land a few spirals in Sam’s end zone, but no chance Conrad would be allowed to do the color commentary. That prick would be private.
To make himself feel better, Conrad started a new photo shoot. Mike naked between Sam’s thighs. Eleven-year old fingers interlocked around a fifteen-year old shaft. Small thumb pads on the frenulum. Press firmly, massage dime-size circles into Sam’s sweet spot. Move the right thumb clockwise and then the left thumb counterclockwise.
Sam rubbed his dick up and down Mike’s crack until he made a puddle on the boy’s back. It was mouths after that. Eleven-year old dick trying to man up at the back of Sam’s throat in a frantic, futile effort. Mike is sort of sweet on Sam. Mike likes it like this. Contradict distracted by his phone. Sam’s head between Mike’s legs while he humps his face like a rabid dog. Teenage nose sniffing butt while white teeth threaten to chew off a scrotum. Mike’s little prick gets hard and angry as Sam eats him. Back to the frantic throat fuck, because at least he can dry hump to an arched back orgasm. Four years, it has been like this.
Then Sam had the chance to produce his own video. Mike thrashing on Sam excites Conrad. The couch arm suits Conrad well enough. There is nothing new between the brothers. Some high grade lube and it is the 11:16 train, right on time. He started off slow, then picked up steam. Mike is the clickity clack with a metronome of boy-voice whimpers from the back of his throat. Sam had to guess at his camera angles because he couldn’t let Conrad see the old digital camera. It is not a problem. Piggy has his eyes squeezed shut as he ruts on his little brother.
After Mike and Conrad went to sleep, Sam slipped into the bathroom to check his work. He managed two video clips of grunting Conrad jiggled his fat ass over Mike. Conrad assisted production by shooting his mouth off when he spread jam between his brother’s toasty muffins. It was a night’s work well done.
Conrad woke with a hardon and a solution to his man-sex problem. While Sam had breakfastConrad explained it was time to take the Sam Experience on the town. He was just thinking too high school. That was the problem. Man-sex meant man-sex. Conrad figured there must be some horny old Johns interested in fifteen-year old ass. Sam swallowed his morning sour milk and wiped his chin before pointing out he was almost sixteen. Conrad wasn’t worried; he went off to think about it while he played on the computer. Sam slipped off to see if the grass had grown overnight.
Mr. Mann sat Sam down on his cock while they both took a look at the two videos. While he petted Sam’s dog he suggested Sam might want to try for a few more images before he sprang a finished product on his pedophile step brother. He whispered some fresh suggestions in Sam’s ear. The twenty-six year old exploded about the same time the apt pupil popped his spunk all over Rick’s keyboard.
Mr. Mann was progressive. He did not believe in corporal punishment. He was not rigid about that sort of thing. Spunking your teacher’s keyboard was just bad behavior. Rick explained that to Sam as he spanked him across his knee. There are about seventy keys on a keyboard. That seemed about right to Rick. He stopped at twenty-five and finished the fifty in Sam’s pink ass.
Later, while Rick pushed a soapy finger into Sam’s tight hole in the shower he explained it took ammunition to go to war. Sam told his teacher about Conrad’s latest brain wave. Sam was condemned to be a free-rent boy, a drive-by piece of ass. His teacher was fussy about swearing, but Sam could curse a stream, or cum a stream, because Rick has found his prostate with two fingers.
Rick thought Sam’s new problem offered a better opportunity than a shaky camera hiding under the pillow. Rick knew a few people who could help out in a situation like this. It made the man angry thinking one of his young students might be used by such selfish men. His Sam, pants off and limber legs spread wide on some back seat. His Sam rose-ready flesh waiting the bastard’s thrusting prick. His tight anus closing on a big, veined piston. Not going to happen, the dedicated mentor declaims.
Rick was so excited by his counter plan that Sam had to warn him about the soapy floor. Shower floors are dangerous when you are trying to buck a slippery fifteen-year old off your hips. It only made sense to Rick. His soapy cock reached farther up the boy than his middle finger. The body soap burns his cock, but so does his indignation.
Rick has a grasp on things, including Sam’s sweet ass. He has a plan, Rick assured his slippery lawn boy. Sam’s locked his legs around Rick’s waist. His arms are locked around Rick’s neck. He needs a plan because his back is up against it now … much like his back is up against the tiles. Sam grunted and nodded as Rick showes how masterfully he handles things. His teacher just has to come through for him. Sam so does not want to be reamed out by a man.
Conrad planned to take Sam down to an unattractive part of town with too many young people leaning against lamp posts. He figured all they had to do was stand on a street corner while the cars came by. He was pretty sure the John’s would let him watch at least, take pictures if they didn’t charge anything. Sam didn’t see why some middle aged guy would want to have his picture taken with an almost sixteen-year old boy, free sex or not.
Half an hour later the boys were standing on a street corner watching the cars creep by. Conrad sat on some steps fidgeting with his phone while Sam leaned against a telephone post looking sexy. Sam felt very self-conscious out on the curb. Trash waiting to be picked up. He wondered if Mr. Mann could come through for him. His phone was in his pocket, but Conrad would be annoyed. Mr. Mann knew tonight was happening. Sam just had to hope he would come through.
Conrad thought he would do the talking but he has to be realistic about it. Johns were not going to stop and talk to a chubby sixteen year old pimp. They would cruise right by him before he had a chance to explain he was just pimping for the slender fifteen-year old whore. It was not fair, Conrad felt. It was not fair to just be forced to watch. He suspected Sam thought he was better than Conrad. Mike thought Sam was better, so Conrad made sure his little brother fucked with Sam.
Sam was looking for a black Honda. Everyone else who stopped to talk for him got sent on their avrupa yakası üniversiteli escort way. After he turned someone down he would turn helplessly back to Conrad and shrug his shoulders. The boy was intimated by the number of suits who wanted to start a fire between his skinny butt cheeks.
Sam could see that Conrad was getting concerned. He was worried he would have to say yes to one of the erections he saw saluting him. Finally the Honda cruised up to the curb and Sam leaned into the car cautiously. He didn’t know the older man but he was reassured when the man told him Mr. Mann had sent him.
Sam waved Conrad over and he let the excited boy try to swing his deal. He jumped a little when Conrad turned to him and explained the John only wanted the older boy. Conrad looked at Sam like they were sharing the decision. Conrad looked pleased the man wanted his ass and promised he would be back for the younger boy. Sam shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t care if he never got in the car.
Sam didn’t know what to do while Conrad was gone. He was not interested in the cars that kept cruising past and he was starting to feel like a new toy in a display window. He didn’t want to be taken home and broken. He checked his phone then waved at some other boy across the street.
He was relieved when Mr. Mann pulled up and hurried him into his car. Sam asked about Conrad and his teacher told him he wasn’t free for a long time. Rick drove out of the bad neighborhood checking for police and scolding Sam for hanging out on downtown street corners. All that would come of that was exploitation. A pimp would pick Sam up and then his body would be a playground for older man.
Sam tried not to think about the men in the cars who had wanted to paw his body. That was not easy, because Rick kept giving him details of what those men would do. Mr. Mann wiped Sam”s sticky cum off his hand. Sam promised he would be careful as he zipped his pants back up. Sam knew it had been a close call. They went back to Mr. Mann’s house so Sam could learn first hand what his teacher had been talking about in the car. It was late, so Mr. Mann only had time for an hour lesson. Sam was a sophomore now, you had to put in more time.
Mike was surprised when Sam came home by himself. Sam eased his body into a hot bath and told the eleven-year old to leave him alone. Conrad was somewhere busy, he told Mike. The longer Conrad stayed away the better things would be. As Sam let the hot water soothe his tender ass he hoped the evil sixteen-year old was getting a brutal work-out. Mike kept coming in to see what he was doing. He finally just sat on the vanity and watched Sam. Mike was a mini-Conrad without the zits or weight problem. Mike was kind of cute.
Sam wanted to be left in peace so he told Mike to play a game or chat with a friend. Mike told Sam that he was the only friend Mike had. Sam thought that was a sad thought. He told Mike to get out of the bathroom and to get a life. Mike left him in peace. Sam enjoyed a Conrad/Mike free soak until the water got cold. When he was cold he got out and headed for his room. He heard Mike crying in the other bedroom so he stopped in to see what was bothering the kid.
Sam had hurt his feelings. He thought Sam was mean. Conrad wouldn”t let him play with the other boys his age. He always had to stay home in case Conrad wanted to dick around. Sam sat next to him and put an arm around Mike’s shoulder. He slapped Mike’s hand when he tried to touch his cock. Sam told Mike friends didn”t feel each other up. Then he had to tell him friends didn”t play with their own dicks either. Then he had to tell him friends didn”t play with the hair on each other’s legs. Mike stopped trying to touch Sam or himself. Ever since he was seven, he had done what Conrad asked. He didn”t know what else to do.
They ended up watching T.V. together and Sam had to make Mike sit across the room. Conrad still wasn”t home when the boys went to sleep. It was summer vacation but Mickey got bored with T.V. and Mr. Mann had tired Sam out. Hour long lessons were going to take some getting used to.
Sam woke up to find Mike snuggled up to him in bed. Conrad was passed out on his bed and the familiar stench of male passion filled the air. Sam had to stop Mike from touching him again. That woke Conrad up. Mike scrunched behind Sam”s back, while the fifteen-year old listened to Conrad”s exciting evening.
No piece of two-ply could have been prouder than Conrad was to be used as ass wipe. The man had taken him to a motel where two other men took turns stretching his colon while the driver took some pictures. This was literally Conrad’s first time. Sex since the age of twelve, and Conrad finally bottomed. It was a hotel room, so the men wisely provided a ball gag. The common reference is, squeal like a stuck pig.
All three men pissed in his mouth while he stroked his own meat in the bathtub. When Conrad wasn”t so tired, he”d try that out with Sam. The two boys would try “pig in the middle” with Mike. Conrad could kick himself for not figuring that out for himself. He was the best fuck the men ever had. Conrad repeated that, savouring this distinction.
The driver expected a blow job before he dropped Conrad off a couple of blocks away from where he had left Sam. Sam had to remember that when it was his turn. It was condescending, but Conrad was very proud of himself. The driver assured Conrad he would do much better than the scrawny kid you were hanging out with.
Conrad had been pissed off when he couldn”t find Sam. At first, he thought he had the wrong lamp post. Sam would not answer his phone either. Conrad walked in circles waiting for Sam. People kept stopping him so he took a few more trips before walking home.
The sixteen-year old rolled onto his feet and reached into his pocket. He pulled a dirty roll of twenties out and flashed it in Sam”s face; two hundred and sixty bucks. It would have been more if he had thought to ask the first three men for money. It sure beat what Sam got for cutting lawns. Sam wondered if Conrad had remembered to use rubbers.
Conrad planned to go out again that night and he figured Sam would be good for a hundred. Conrad generously told him he could keep some of the money himself. The older boy completely forgot his morning blow job and went off to the shower. He paused in the door to proudly announce his buns were stuck together with white glue. Goodbye protection, hello STD”s, Sam concluded.
While Conrad sluiced the accumulated jizm of seven or eight middle aged Johns off his body, Sam made a quiet call to Mr. Mann. Conrad might need to take a piss after his shower. Sam wasn”t keen on that, or adding “disease-ridden hustler” to his high school resume. Protection was very important, Mr. Mann assured him like it was Health Class. Mr. Mann was not Sam’s Health Teacher, which probably explained why his teacher rode Sam bareback all the time.
Mr. Mann promised an afternoon matinee at his house. Sam went back to bed. He wasn”t all that tired but he knew he might be the hot buttered popcorn in Mr. Mann”s lap that afternoon. Mike was still in his bed. Sam guessed he was hiding out. For someone who had spent half of his life as Conrad”s personal bar of soap the boy was obviously tired of his brother. Sam managed to drift back to sleep. Mike almost managed to avoid touching him. When they got up at lunch time Conrad was sleeping on the couch with a smile on his face.
Sam found Mr. Mann had a visitor when he stepped in to see the feature presentation. Mr. Hillier was the driver of the black Honda. Conrad would not have recognized him because the bald twenty-four year old police officer had been wearing a convincing grey wig and moustache. Jack Hillier and Rick Mann settled Sam between them and shared the movie with some beer.
Between them, the teacher and the policeman had produced an instructional video complete with a cheesy sound track and boring voice over that droned on and on. They called their video Heart of Darkness. Watching it, Sam had to admit it was engaging.
Conrad was definitely the star. From the first murky shot of him getting into the Honda to the final footage of him standing under a street lamp waiting for his next trick, his chubby step brother played it up for the camera. Sam thought Conrad and Mike”s dad would particularly like the part where his son does a line of coke and then tries to lap dance. Conrad forgot to mention that part. Maybe the coke made him forget. Conrad forgot to mention the ball gag or being chased around the hotel room as the men snapped wet towels. Mr Hillier and Mr. Mann had worked in Sam”s crummy clips of Conrad and Mike. Sam was sorry the clips were not better. He thought they ruined the quality of the film.
After the film the men felt like a Samwich. Being adults they felt they had to drive their message home. Sam was an impressionable young adolescent. Sam had to endure a double barreled lecture on the dangers of multiple partners and unprotected sex. All Sam could do with Rick”s cock filling his throat was make noises so the men knew he was listening.
Mr. Heller didn”t have Mr. Mann”s experience with teaching teenagers. All those hormones, boys like Sam thought they knew it all. Rick wasn”t sure Sam was paying enough attention to urfa escort the young officer. Rick thought it was more likely Sam was distracted by the testicle Rickwas nibbling on. It was hard to think of important life lessons when it feels like someone is biting your balls off. Speaking of paying attention, Rick eased his cock out so Sam would stop choking.
Mr. Mann waited for Sam to suck the cream off his dick before he started to give him a pop quiz. Lying on the bottom, he had a close view of Jack”s angry cock sliding in and out of Sam”s slick ass. Sam was going to blow, so Rick took his cock deep and started sucking.
Sam was a good student. He remembered what these two concerned men had to say about sex with people you didn”t know. Sam knew it was important to respect yourself. He was taking a respectable cock up his ass and even when Mr Hillier pinched his nipples, he never squealed like Conrad.
Jack Hillier was glad to help. Youth Services was so important. Jack hoped His point would sink into the impressionable youth. There was a quivering gargle from Sam as he emptied into Rick. Jack rolled the boy off his friend and settled him on his lap. Sam’s anal action finished Jack nicely.
The men were tired after their movie making so they simply took turns on Sam”s cock. One would teach the novice man-on-man face sucking while the other played the cock. They kept him up a long time before they learned a fifteen-year old could still hit own nipple on the second orgasm. It was a respectable finish for the lesson.
Rick and Jack sent Sam home with three copies of Conrad”s Heart of Darkness, some fresh deposits in the sperm bank, and a very sore cock. Sam thought officer Hillier was okay. Jack had even told Sam not to be shy if he saw him on patrol; they could have a snack together. Sam was a good kid and he didn’t like to get into trouble, but fifteen-year old boys do not need a reputation with their friends as teacher’s pet or police nark. You had to keep some distance from adults.
When Sam got back to the basement, he found Conrad exploring the capacity of Mike”s eleven-year old butt. Sam hoped the cucumber didn”t find its way into the evening’s tossed salad or Sam would be tossing something of his own. Mr. Mann was right; it was time to shut Conrad”s gay little party down.
Sam slipped one copy of Heart of Darkness into page 99 of Alice in Wonderland and put another in the old DVD. Then he went to the bathroom for a hot washcloth and some medicated cream. Sam poked his head into the bedroom and told the brothers he had a new DVD to show them; something really vintage, not Netflix.
The vegetable popped out of Mike and Mike popped off of Conrad. While they waited for Conrad to dispose of the salad, Sam mopped up some blood and put cream on Mike”s pucker.
Conrad watched three minutes of the movie before he pulled the disk out and broke it. Mike protested and told Conrad he wanted to see more of it. Sam handed him the second disk and Mike tried to put it in the player. Conrad took it away and broke that too.
Conrad tried to intimidate Sam into giving him all the copies, but he knew from experience that he could never be sure. Sam told his step brother that if his naked prick even touched him or Mike, there would be a major video release about the school.
Conrad threatened to publish the extensive Sam collection. Sam”s opinion was that his wanking off would come as no surprise to most people. The 11:15 AM and 11:15 PM were a problem, sure enough. It would be MAD if one went nuclear on the other. Mike started crying. Middle School was in September and a Fall premiere was bad news all around. Sam advised Conrad to walk away from it. The horny blackmailer had his new hobby to keep him busy. Conrad needed to think about it so he left the pair sitting on the couch.
Conrad had a fit when he came back and found Sam had kicked him out of his room and moved Mike in. Sam thought he had been considerate. Mike had helped him put all Conrad’s stuff away and decorated Conrad’s new walls with his favorite posters.
They had found most of Conrad”s stashes including a USB and flash card with 11:15 AM and 11:15 PM. They deleted it just to be on the safe side. You can never be safe, Sam told Mike solemnly. The little boy just nodded back. Eventually the angry teenager retreated to his new room to sulk.
Mike was very happy but Sam had to run through the rules. No more sex. Mike was maybe okay with that, but he thought he owed Sam something for getting Conrad”s dick out of his ass. Sam suggested he could remember to stay out of the room when he brought a girl friend over. Mike wanted to know where this girl friend was. Sam told him he needed a little time to work that out.
That night Conrad went to work. He was spiteful about it. Conrad would not help Sam get started on the streets. Sam and Mike could just fuck off. Sam and Mike just stared. Sam showed Mickey the complete video of Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. Mike appreciated the part where Conrad’s mouth got washed out. Sam broke his no sex rule and let Mickey celebrate his new life on the tip of his cock at the end of the movie.
They broke the no sex rule every now and again. Sam’s granddad always said, Finish what you started. So if Mike leached onto Sam’s cock in the morning, he had to let it play out. Sam broke the rule again one year later when Mickey”s gun started to fire live ammunition. He figured he owed the kid one shot and then he realized the clip was rapid reload. They were both adolescents now, but 12:16 was still a stretch, Sam knew.
Then Sam had his girlfriend and the first year with Conrad and Mike was just a painful memory. Mike came out of his shell and Conrad went into a strange one. Sam hung out at his girlfriend”s place most of the time so Mike and his friends had the run of the basement. Mike was doing okay considering his friends were creeped out by Conrad and the new friends he was making. Mike’s friends swarmed Sam whenever he came home and left when one of Conrad”s friends swished over to pitch his tent for one of Conrad’s camp outs.
When he found Mickey sucking face with a girl after school he realized they really had beat Conrad”s blackmail game. They sat together like brothers do watching Amazon Prime while the fourteen-year old tried to pick up tips on girls from the seventeen-year old.
Conrad sat to join them before he went to work. He teased Mike about his new girlfriend and offered him some tips Mike probably would not find very helpful with a young girl. Mike and Sam were used to their brother”s bad advice. Conrad was into piercings and hooker tattoos. Conrad was too thin now and Sam worried about the smudge of powder on his nostril and the tremor in his hands as he puffed his vape. Sam guessed the nights were not as fun now that Conrad had a pimp.
Sam confessed he felt guilty about it one day when he was telling Jack and Rick he would take their empty room. He asked his former teacher if it was their fault Conrad turned into a mincing fairy selling his faded youth, and the last of his self respect on the street.
Rick considered the question seriously as he rolled his tongue around the familiar ball clasped securely in his mouth. He probed the slick cleft between Sam”s cheeks with a dildo. The seventeen-year old jerked convulsively against the nylon cords and his foot broke free. Rick released the saliva-covered sack and rested himself on Sam”s still slim body. Mike had not tied Sam off securely. It took his teacher look, and Mike apologized. In a trice, Mike had his brother’s leg restrained.
It was a fair question. Rick told Sam he shouldn”t feel responsible. Perhaps they had given Conrad an extra push in the wrong direction. Sure Jack’s friends had not been able to resist picking up the chunky trick a few more times and recommending him to bikers as a soft ride; but it had been Conrad”s idea to work the streets in the first place, and it was Conrad”s decision to drop out of school and stay on the streets.
Rick ran a finger through a puddle of someone’s jizm on Sam”s taught belly while he continued. Sometimes your hands are tied by the poor choices you have made. Some people just couldn”t see they were being used. Sam needed to remember that part of growing up means knowing when to walk away from the people who want to manipulate you.
Sam nodded his head and thought he understood where Rick was heading. Rick had nothing important planned for the day so he decided to nibble on Sam’s scrotum some more. Sam quivered as he felt the mouth envelope his other ball.
Rick was right, it was up to Conrad. His stepbrother had made his bed and now he had to lie in it. Perhaps he would learn how to cut himself loose from bad companions. Till then, Conrad would just have to take what came around.
Rick had him straining against the ropes again. With Rick reaming his ass with the dildo and torturing his scrotum, it was left to brother Mike to tag-team on his cock. Mike knew Sam far too well. Jack straddling his head, eased his cock back into Sam”s open mouth. His long strokes were timed with Mike’s bobbing head and the thick dildo raking Sam’s prostate.
Jack agreed with Rick. It was a matter of accepting responsibility for your own decisions and not complaining about the inevitable consequences. The three exercised their considerable imaginations to the usual jerks and muffled groans of their young friend.
Jake added a sober prediction for Sam to chew over along with the policeman”s throbbing member. If you kept walking into trouble, eventually you will get nailed by the law. Sam began jerking out a fresh load of jizm into Mike’s hot mouth. Sam decided the two men were probably right.