| Frankies Free World Fuckboy | ||
| My cousin Frankie had got out of
prison and paroled to us. I sighed as I learned that he would be sharing my
room. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, but he was the same old Frankie. He even
had the same smirk on his face. He was a year younger then me but for some reason, he’d always seemed older. He was about my height but prison had put some muscle on him. He’d always been a bit of a bully and trouble maker but looked even cockier now. I took him to my room, or our room as it was now. He looked around, stuck his head in the closet and bathroom, “Sweet.” He jumped on the only bed, my king size bed, and smirked, “I sleep in the raw Vinnie.” He laughed and I blushed. Sharing my room and bed was going to be bad enough but sharing it with a naked guy? This was not good. Next he got up and went back to the closet, rifling thru my clothes. I wanted to say something, I wanted to put him in his place but honestly, he scared me. He’d always scared me. When we were kids, he’d beat me up. Once he stuck my head in a gas station toilet. One time he had pantsed me at a public swimming pole. I just watched him select a pair of my jeans. He didn’t ask, he didn’t even go to the bathroom to change. Right in front of me he dropped the pants the prison had given him. He stripped off the shirt. He turned, scratching his balls. “I like to hang free dude. Commando! I don’t like drawers binding me up.” He scratched his balls and stepped into my jeans. I shuddered thinking about his naked dick touching the inside of my jeans. I made a mental note not to wear them again. He zipped up my jeans and grabbed at the crotch, “Damn awful tight on my package.” He thrust his hips out, the jeans framed his privates. He smirked at me, “Guess they would be tight, you don’t have much to stretch them out there, huh?” I ignored him and watched as he moved to my dresser. He held up a pair of my briefs, laughing. “Tighty whites, huh? Should have figured. You know what they call these in the joint? They call ‘em ‘come fuck me’s’. The punks wear ‘em.” My face burnt at the insult. “What are you looking for Frankie?” I asked as he dug thru my dresser. “A tee shirt man, a fucking plain white tee shirt. Not one of these faggy looking printed ones.” He growled. “Bottom drawer, oh, help yourself,” I added as my way of sarcasm. Frankie put on the tee shirt. “Fraid I’m stretching this out too,” he smirked thrusting out his chest. “Look it’s so tight, made my nipples hard.” He rubbed his hands over his pecs. “Dude, I had these two fuckboys in the joint, I used to make ‘em suck my nipples after I made ‘em lick my arm pits.” Now my face was really burning. I shuddered again almost believing what Frankie said. It really sounded like something sick he would do. I left him in the bedroom admiring how his body looked in my clothes. My bedroom had been my haven and now I was sharing it was a sick perv. I went back to my room as Frankie was stepping out of the shower. He stepped into the bedroom, totally wet and naked, drying off. I turned away quickly, I had been burnt by seeing his hard dick! “What’s the matter, Vinnie?” he taunted. “Why you keep turning all red? It’s just a dick man. Big maybe, but just a cock. Get used to it. You’ll see it a lot from now on. I ain’t ashamed of it. I’m fucking proud. I got a big thick dick.” “You’re not in prison anymore, Frankie. Act civilized. I may not want to see you running around naked.” I replied. Frankie laughed, “Sure you do. Don’t think I forget dude. You were 13 man, I was 12. You remember that?” Frankie asked. My face burnt again. “All guys do stuff like that when they’re that age.” “Naw, naw they don’t. I still laugh about that day. You were so fucking proud. You couldn’t wait to get me alone and show me you were getting some dick hairs. You pulled it out and acted like you were the first kid in the world to grow a few hairs.” Frankie smirked. “Shut up Frankie, that’s the past.” I turned away. I remembered that day too, I had hoped he had forgotten. Frankie chuckled, “You pulled out your little wiener and showed me how it had some hair and could get hard. You were 13, and I was only 12. Then I pulled out mine! I had twice the hair and twice the dick! You were fucking turning red even back then!” I sighed, “Let it go Frankie. Is that the best you can do? We’re not kids anymore.” “Oh, I can do a lot better. See, I know your kind. You’re the same now as when you were a 13 year old kid. You’ve always been afraid of me Vinnie. Maybe it’s cause I know you better then you know yourself. Maybe it’s not me you’re afraid of, maybe it’s yourself.” Frankie said. “Sure, yeah, I’m scared of me.” I laughed this time. “That makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it? You’re always right, aren’t you?” Smirking again, “Not always Vinnie.” Frankie said. “I’m right about you though. I remember things. It didn’t make a lot of sense back then, but I know I’m right about you dude.” I wasn’t red this time, I felt the blood drain out of my face. “Whatever you’re referring to, boy’s do weird stuff when they’re going thru puberty. Things like that are natural.” Snickering, Frankie said, “The time I caught you sticking the flashlight battery in your ass, that was natural?” “What?” I asked. “You never caught me doing any such thing!” But I turned red again, I had done that once or twice, but just when I was a kid. I had been horny and curious. “Just because I didn’t talk about it, don’t mean I didn’t see it. You had twin beds back then but it was this same room. You were laying on your side. It was funny man! You were fucking skinny as hell, and you were trying to stuff a fucking battery in your ass!” Frankie smirked. “Or what about that time you thought I was asleep and you pulled down my pajamas and played with my dick?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Frankie,” I denied. “You must have gone crazy in the prison. You’re talking crazy!” “Lying don’t make you change, Vinnie. I didn’t tell no one back then, ain’t gonna start telling now. You might be right, I might be crazy. But think about this, do you think you got my pajama’s down and jacked me off and I didn’t wake up? Don’t cha kinda think when you beat my meat and I nutted, that I was maybe awake and just pretending?” “I’m not listening to this Frankie. You’re sick!” I yelled. “Sick! Perverted!” Frankie never stopped smirking, “Or what about that time when you stole the vodka? It was my 14th birthday. You thought I was drunk and passed out.” Frankie moved to my desk, he pulled a ruler out of the drawer. “You thought I was passed out and you measured my dick. It was 8 ¼ then, Vinnie, it’s grown since. You were jerking me off again. I was peeping thru my eyelashes. You kept stroking my fuck rod until I came. You tasted it, Vinnie. You moaned and then scooped up my load and jerked yourself off. Crazy I may be, but stupid I ain’t. You can play with my dick again. I didn’t say a word back then, I ain’t gonna talk now. Touch it Vinnie, you know you wanna. You don’t have to wait until I’m asleep tonight.” I wasn’t red anymore, my face had turned pink. Frankie remembered the things from when we were kids. I’d grown out of that. “That was just hormones and puberty, Frankie, that didn’t mean a thing.” “It meant something to me, Vinnie.” Frankie moved so close to me that I could almost feel the heat coming off his massive erection. “Go ahead, touch it, you know I won’t tell no one.” “That was just kid’s stuff.” I protested. His dick was maybe an inch away from touching me. It was hard, uncut, huge, and almost purple like it was angry. “We’re not kids anymore, Vinnie. You still wanna touch my cock. I know you do. You’re lying and turning red too much. Go ahead and touch it. Look how hard and big it is.” “Man, boys experiment, they’re curious. I’m a man now, I’m not touching your cock.” I replied. “Then why are you boned up?” Frankie brushed my crotch. “Why are you hard?” Red didn’t accurately describe the color of my face this time. Frankie grabbed my arms and pulled me up. “Seems I’m just gonna have to show you what you really want,” Frankie smirked and pulled my shirt over my head. I offered no resistance until he tried to get my pants off. “Stop Frankie!” I was at a point where I felt angry. “Fucking stop! I said again as he continued. We struggled but in a minute or two he had my pants and briefs off. “Get some lotion Vinnie, less you wanna take my dick dry.” Frankie smirked. “No dude, you’re not screwing me! No fucking way!” I blurted, ready to fight if I needed too. “Sure I am!” He answered, then spit in his hand and started lubing up that huge cock. He pushed my against the wall, still smirking. “Oh, and if you scream, the whole family will come running and see my sticking my cock up your ass. That would make my day.” Frankie laughed. He grabbed my hips, adjusting me, then I felt his dick touch my butt. It moved between the cheeks, forcing them to part. “Feel that? That’s my fat cock head touching your fuck hole. It’s gonna hurt when I pop your cherry. You’re gonna think my dick is splitting you in two. You’re gonna wish you had got me that lotion.” Frankie smirked. “I’ll get it! I get the lotion!” I cried out. His held my hips and pressed against my ass hole. “Too late fuck boy!” He laughed as his dick forced my hole to cave then open. I fought from screaming as the huge thing moved inside of me. Not even breaking my arm had caused this much pain and it grew worse as more of the dick forced its way inside! I was dripping sweat by the time his pubes touched my ass. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass! I needed to scream so badly, just something to help deal with the pain, but I couldn’t. Frankie reached around and grabbed my dick. “It’s still hard, I popped your ass cherry and you stayed boned up. You are a punk! A fuck boy with a boy sized dick! Here we go dude! Gonna tear your ass up now!” With no warning he began fucking me, wildly, roughly! There was no rhythm to the screw and he jerked my cock as he humped that dick in and out of me. My body shook, my teeth rattled as he fucked me. The pain had grown almost unbearable, then slowly started to lessen as the minutes ticked by. Then suddenly, I knew I was about to cum! I was still in pain but my balls were firing! The pain worsened again because as my balls pumped, my ass hole tried to close around the big fucking prick! Frankie smirked and chuckled, “You are such a faggot, cumming with my big hard dick up your ass! Take this you faggot!” He jabbed the dick into me hard, then kept repeating, using it to hurt me. “Yeah, now its time to learn how to use your cunt hole! I ain’t gonna cum until you learn to use your pussy muscles! I’ll fuck you bloody if you don’t start using that hole to squeeze my cock you fucking dick hungry fag boy!” As I found the control of my ass muscles, the fucking grew even harder. He slammed his dick into me, making my bump the wall as I tried to make him cum. But I kept squeezing and he kept fucking! It must have been half an hour and still he fucked! My ass hole was a raw sore burning ring. He groaned and I felt the cum splashing against my ass walls. He grunted and stabbed his shooting cock inside of me. It was over, it was finally over! So much for that thought, it wasn’t at all over. He continued fucking me even as he guided me towards the bed. “Now that I got that first nut out of the way, I’m gonna take some time and enjoy this hot ass of yours.” He snickered as he shoved me face down on the bed without ever taking his cock out of me. “Gonna long dick you now! Gonna tear your ass up for awhile and then I’m gonna make you like having your new cunt. I’m gonna make you into a good fuck boy.” Frankie groaned. Again I wanted to scream, he propped over my back, thrusting as deep as he could get, then pulling the huge cock totally out! He pulled it all out, then roughly jabbed it back in! “Open that fuck hole! Open up that fuck boy cunt!” He laughed as I squirmed and bit into the pillow. “I’m giving you a big boy pussy! Big and gaping! My hard dick is stretching you! Your ass is feeling like a good tight cunt now. It hurts you, huh? You wanna scream, don’t cha?” Frankie snickered. I did want to scream, but I couldn’t. My parents would hear and come running. I gnawed into a pillow and clawed the mattress to help channel the burning tearing pain. “You’re all open now, gonna start making you want dick. Gonna make you a dick hungry fuck boy. Gonna teach you how good you can feel.” Frankie groaned. He got out of me and off of me, I was hurting too bad to do much more then curl into a ball, but he flipped me. He turned me on my back and grabbed my legs. He spread them and climbed between them. His dick stabbed into me, but this time slower. My hole was so open and stretched that he didn’t even guide his dick, it found my gaping ass on its own. He slid a few inches into me, and watched my face. “Found it! Found your butt clit dude!” He laughed. “Oh, you are in trouble now!” I forgot about the pain, I forgot about the soreness in my ass. Frankie fucked in yet another way, he bent his lips to mine and suddenly I was kissing him. I was the one moaning between kissing now. That big cock moved thru me but it touched the gland inside me that needed its friction. I shot a few minutes before he dumped his second load on my ass, my fuck hole. I stared at him in amazement. “Guess I gotta teach you again later, huh, Vinnie? Gotta make sure you don’t forget.” I nodded, yeah, I needed to be reminded. Hope it wasn’t too much later. |
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