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 Step by Step

   by Bill Riker

   My name is Timmy.  I'm 15 years old and live with my mom and stepdad. 
My dad left before I was born.  When I was 6 years old, my mom married
Devon.  Devon is a huge black man with hands as big as my head.  He has two
sons, Jamal (Jay for short) who was 17 and Marcus (Marc) who was 14.  They
never beat me up or abused me in any way, but they didn't seem to like me
very much.  Mostly, they just tolerated and ignored me.  If I asked nice,
they would do me a favor now and then, but it would always cost me somehow.
If I wanted to watch a show on TV, I had to make them a sandwich or do one
of their chores, that sort of thing.

   One day when I was 8, my friend Steven called to tell me he had the
latest multi-player game on his playstation.  We'd been waiting to play
this game for months, and now it was here.  I couldn't wait to get over
there, but he lived several miles away and it was really cold out.  There
was no way I could ride my bike that far in this weather.  Mom wasn't home,
but Jay, who was now 17, had a car.  I'd have to beg him for a ride.

   I ran upstairs and burst into Jay's room without knocking.  There he was
on the bed, totally naked, running his hand up and down his long black cock
from the head to the balls, moaning and thrusting his hips in time with his
strokes.  He heard me enter, and stopped jerking his cock, giving me an
angry glare.

   "What the fuck do you want, wimp?"

   I'd never seen Jay naked before.  His cock was huge, standing straight
up from his body, with a big purple head.  His balls were large and hairy
and hung down over his asscheeks.  At 8 years old, I didn't even have any
hair on my pubes and my cock was teeny-tiny compared to his monster.  I
stared at his throbbing cock, and stammered.

   "Ummm...  Aaahhhh...  I just...  I was wondering..."

   "What?!"

   "Can you take me to Steven's house?  He got a new video game and I want
to play."

   He wagged his hard cock in my direction.

   "Does it look like I want to take you to Steven's house you stupid
little shit?  Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

   "But...  Well...  He invited me and...  I really want to go.  Can you
pleeease take me?  It won't take long."

   He stared at me for awhile, running his hand up and down his cock
slowly.

   "OK, but it's gonna cost you."

   "Fine," I said.

   "Since you interrupted me before I could get my rocks off, you have to
do it."

   "I have to do what," I asked innocently?

   "You have to jerk me off and make me cum."

   "Uuuuhhhmmmm...  I'm not sure.  I don't know how.  Do I have to?"

   "Do you want to go to Steven's house or not?  If not, get out and let me
finish."

   I thought about it.  I really wanted to play the game.  It didn't seem
so bad at the time.  I'd just do what he told me and then we could go.

   "OK.  How?"

   "Come here," he said motioning to the bed.  "Sit down here and I'll show
you."

   I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his cock.  It was as long and
thick as my forearm, deep black with a light purple head, with a mass of
black curly hairs at the base.

   "Just wrap your hand around it and move it up and down."

   I wrapped my tiny hand around his thick cock.  My fingers didn't even go
all the way around.  Slowly I moved my hand up and down.  I was surprised
at how hard and hot it felt and how the skin slid up and down over the
shaft.

   "Use both hands," he said.  "Jerk the whole thing at the same time."

   I had to lean over to reach far enough to get both hands around his big
dick.  As I jerked him off, my face was right above the head.  I saw a drop
of liquid form at the tip, then slide down his cock head onto my hand. 
Soon, more drops slid down and coated both my hands and his hard cock.  My
hands now slid easily along the skin of his shaft as I moved them up and
down, jerking his whole cock like he'd told me.  He moaned as I jerked him,
gently thrusting his hips with the rhythm.  He moaned and jerked his hips
upward.  A huge spurt of hot white liquid hit my face, coating my nose,
lips and chin.  I cried out in surprise and the second spurt hit me right
in the mouth, coating the back of my throat.  I closed my mouth and
swallowed to keep from choking.  The third and fourth shot hit me on the
forehead and on the bridge of my nose, followed by a few more that hit my
chin as I pulled my face away.  I let go of his cock and watched it dribble
the final bit of cum from the tip.

   I sat up, trying to see through the coating of cum clinging to my
eyelashes.  As I raised my hands to wipe my face, Jay grabbed my hands and
held them down, laughing.

   "Haha, no way spunky.  You get it on you, you have to wear it."

   I sputtered around the cum running down my face and over my mouth.

   "No!  It's nasty.  Uck!  Stop!  Lemme go!"

   He grabbed both hands in one of his and then grabbed my hair, pulling my
head back.

   "Listen shitface.  You want to go to Stevens, you're going like that. 
You wear my cum with pride.  You got me?"

   I wasn't sure I even wanted to go to Steven's house anymore.  The hot,
salty cum taste was burning my throat and the cum on my face had quickly
gone cold, leaving a slimey residue.  And I didn't want my friend to see me
with cum covering my face.  Jay grabbed me by the hands and pulled me up
onto my feet.

   "You fucking stand there and don't move, Spunkface.  I like that. 
Spunkface.  Spunky.  That's your new nickname.  I bet it really catches on.
Hahahaha."

   I stood with my hands at my sides as he got dressed, then he pushed me
out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door, grabbing his coat
along the way.  It was freezing without my jacket, but Jay brought me to
the car, opened the door and pushed me into the front seat.

   "Don't get any cum on my seats, Spunky."

   I sat in the front seat, shivering, as Jay climbed into the drivers seat
and backed down the driveway.  The cum got even colder on my face and I
looked down to see it coating my t-shirt in long drips.  He drove the short
trip to Steven's house and told me to get out.

   "If you want a ride home, you're gonna have to jerk me off again later.
Either that or you can walk home.  See ya Spunkboy!"

   I stood on the front walk as he drove away.  My only option was to walk
back home or go into Steven's house covered in my brother's cum.  I figured
the first option would lead to certain death from the cold, so I walked up
to the door and rang the bell.  Steven opened the door and let me in.

   "Ew!  What happened to you?"

   "Nothing," I replied.  "Can I use your bathroom?"

   "Sure, go ahead," he said, still staring at me.  "I'll go get the game
set up."

   I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  As I feared, I was a
mess.  Jay's sticky syrup was in my hair, covered my face, and had left
large wet stains on my shirt.  I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off as
much as I could, then splashed my face with water and wiped it on a towel.
Except for the wet spots on my shirt, I was fairly clean, so I joined
Steven in the basement to play.  Soon my initial appearance was forgotten
and we had a great day of gaming.  As five o'clock rolled around it was
time for me to head home so I'd be there when mom got home from work.  I
hadn't thought about it all day, but now that it was time to leave, I knew
I'd have to call Jay for a ride.  I used their phone to call my house.  Jay
answered the phone.

   "Jay, Can you give me a ride home," I asked?

   "Hi there, Spunky!  Sure, I can give you a ride.  You know what it's
going to cost you, right?"

   "Yes, Jay.  I know."

   "Then say it for me," he said.  "Tell me what you're going to do if I
give you a ride."

   Steven was standing in the next room, so I spoke as quietly as possible.

   "I'll jerk you off."

   "You'll jerk what off?"

   "You.  I'll jerk you off."

   "You'll jerk off my what?"

   "I'll jerk off your dick."

   "It's call a cock, spunky."

   "I'll jerk off your cock."

   "You'll jerk off my cock until what?"

   "I'll jerk off your cock until you spurt."

   "It's called cum.  You'll jerk off my big black cock until I cum.  Say
it."

   "I'll jerk off your big black cock until you cum."

   "Cum where?"

   "What?"

   "Where am I going to cum?  Where did I cum this morning?  Where is my
cum going to be when you get finished jerking my big black cock?"

   "My face."

   "All together now."

   "I'll jerk off your big black cock until you cum on my face."

   "There you go, Spunky!  That wasn't too hard, was it?  I'll be there in
a minute.  Be outside."

   I put down the receiver and turned to see Steven standing there, staring
at me.

   "I gotta go," I said and quickly walked out the front door and down to
the street.  I knew he'd heard me telling Jay what I was going to do to
him. I figured I'd never be able to go over there again.  A tear fell down
my cheek as I stood waiting for my asshole brother to show up.

   It took him 15 minutes, but finally he pulled up in front of the house.
I opened the door and got in, shivering.  I could barely feel my hands.  I
noticed immediately that Jay had his pants down by his knees and his cock
was laying there on top of his right thigh, pointing directly at me.

   "OK, Spunky.  Start jerking."

   "HERE?!"

   I couldn't believe he was going to make me do it here in front of my
best friend's house.

   "Sure.  You gotta pay before you play.  You think I'm gonna trust you to
do it when we get home after I already gave you a ride?  Fuck that!"

   "Jay, please!  I promise I'll jerk you off when we get home."

   "No way, Jose!  You get me off here and then you get your ride.  Or you
can walk if you want.  It's pretty cold out, though."

   I knew I had no choice.  It would be very awkward to go back into
Steven's house after what he heard me saying and there was no way I could
walk home in this weather.  I reached out and wrapped my hand around his
cock.  He immediately jumped up and pushed me away.

   "You're fucking freezing!  What the hell?!"

   "I've been outside.  Wait until I warm up."

   "You know my car heater doesn't fucking work, you dumb shit!"

   "Well, what do you want me to do?  I was outside.  It was cold!"

   Jay stared at me for awhile like he was trying to decide what to do.

   "Suck it," he said.

   "What?  You want me to put that thing in my mouth?"

   "Yep.  Suck it or no ride."

   "Jay, come on!  I don't want to suck it!  Take me home!"

   "Suck it," he said getting angry!  "Either you suck it or get the fuck
out of my car."

   He reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, holding it up so the
head was exposed out of the top of his fist.

   "Now!"

   I knew I had no choice.  It was this or freeze.  I was too young to
associate anything about being "gay" or being a "faggot".  All I knew was
that he wanted me to put my mouth on his cock.  I leaned over and opened my
mouth, wrapping my lips around the head.  I slowly sucked in and out, like
I would do with the top of a popsicle.

   "Ow!  Watch your teeth!  Yeah, like that.  That's good.  Keep going like
that.  Watch your teeth!"

   As he cock swelled, I had to open my mouth wider to not nick him with my
teeth.  His cock quickly grew until it stood straight up and he didn't need
to hold it anymore.  He put his hand on the back of my head and gently
pushed down so that more of his cock filled my mouth.  When he eased up, I
pulled back to keep from choking, then he pushed down again.  Soon, I found
a rhythm, moving my head up and down while keeping an alternating suction
on his hard pole.  It seemed like it took forever as I moved my mouth up
and down.  His taste got more salty as his cock got slicker.  Then it
happened.  Jay moaned as a blast of hot, salty liquid hit the back of my
throat.  As before, I swallowed as much as I could before another blast hit
me in the same place.  His hand held me down on his cock as spurt after
spurt entered my mouth.  I swallowed again and again to keep from choking
on his hot cum.  Finally, he slowed down and just held my mouth at the tip,
waiting.

   "Suck it all out," he said softly.

   I sucked again on his cock, tasting the last drops of his load, before
he let go of my head and I could sit up.

   "Blah," I said!  "That was horrible.  Why'd you do that?"

   He pulled up his pants and fastened them up.

   "Don't worry, Spunky.  You'll get used to it."

   When we got home, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, but I
could still feel the burning in my throat from his hot spunk.  For dinner,
Mom made pot roast, potatoes, and corn.  My throat felt better after I ate.
Then, when we were all done, Mom said it was my turn to do the dishes.  I
hated doing the dishes after pot roast.  I had to soak the pan, and scrub
it with a brush to get it clean.  Then, the potatoes stuck to they frying
pan and they were hard to get off.  I loved the food, but the cleanup took
forever.

   After Mom & Devon left the table, Marc looked at Jay and gave him a
wink, then turned to me with a big grin.

   "I'll do the dishes for you, Spunkboy.  But you've gotta do something
for me first."

   I knew what he meant.  Jay had obviously told him about earlier today,
and now he wanted in.  I thought hard about the offer.  Either I spent an
hour washing dishes, or I spent a few minutes jerking off Marc's cock. 
Even though I didn't like the slimey feel of cum on my face, it might be
better than to be elbow deep in meat and grease.  Either way, I was going
to take a shower afterward before bed.

   "OK," I said.  "But you've got to do a good job so I don't have to wash
anything over."

   "Sure, Spunky, I'll do a good job as long as you do a good job.  Let's
go."

   I followed Marc upstairs, with Jay close behind.  We went into Marc's
room and he pulled down his pants and underwear and sat on the bed.

   "OK.  Start sucking."

   "Wait...  I though you wanted me to jerk you off.  That was the
agreement."

   "Not anymore, Spunk-sucker.  Jay told me you sucked him off in the car.
You want me to do the dishes, I want a blowjob.  And you have to swallow.
No spitting it out."

   Just then, Mom called up the stairs.

   "Timmy!  Don't forget to do the dishes!  It's your turn young man!"

   "Well," Marc said, "What's it gonna be?"

   I looked at his cock hanging down between his legs.  It didn't look as
big as Jay's.  I figured it would be over in a few minutes.

   "Marc is gonna do them for me, Mom," I yelled downstairs.  "He'll be
down in a minute!"

   A huge smile spread across Marc's face.  He laid back on the bed and
held his cock up, the head pointing toward the ceiling.

   "OK, little cocksucker.  Start sucking!"

   I walked over and stood between his legs, then leaned over and took the
head into my mouth.  It was hot and salty, just like Jay's.  I followed the
same routine, sucking the head like a lolipop, then moving my mouth up and
down, then sucking the head again.  His cock got rock hard and I held it up
by the shaft as I sucked him.  His hips jerked and he moaned as he moved
his cock up and down in rhythm with my sucking.

   "Oh, Shiiiittt...," he moaned.

   A blast of hot cum hit my throat, then another, and another.  I
swallowed every drop he gave me, then sucked the head to get the rest out
of his softening cock.  When I was finished, he laid there breathing hard,
his cock jerking gently as it sank back down to a limp noodle.

   From then on, any time I needed something, Jay and Marc got a blowjob.
They started doing most of my chores and I was sucking cock once or twice a
day.  Sometimes I would give them blowjobs for doing nothing, just because
they asked.  I sucked them off until they went to college, then sometimes
when they were home on break.  Even today, if they're over for dinner or
stop by to see my parents, I still give them a courtesy blowjob, just for
old times sake.

   So I guess Jay was right.  I did get used to it.  And in the end,
sucking a big black cock isn't so bad.