VIDEO STORE VICTIMS

This story was a long time in coming. It took me lots of efforts to get it right. I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Right now I'm seeing three. We'll see. No pic for inspiration on this one. Totally cerebral. Let me know what you think.

VIDEO STORE VICTIMS

Before anyone judges us, please let me explain. Pretty Please! My brother Ray and I were pretty much abandoned at age ten and twelve. Our parents just one day never came back. The note said they would be gone for a while, but neither Ray nor me thought like forever.

We got the message as the mail piled up, the water and lights turned off and we shit in an ever filling and smelling toilet.

Before all this our lives were great. Ray, being older, would play with me when his friends were unavailable. We did all sorts of fun things, but once in awhile we’d play ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’.

At first, it was fun for me. I mean, my brother loved me and all and this was a great way to feel loved. So we’d show our stuff with Ray holding our cocks together and measuring them. He always was bigger, though I thought at the time that I could catch up someday.

Well, catch up I did on that faithful night that I sprang a boner so huge, so hard and so strong that I ripped through my worn jeans. We were watching the ten o’clock news and this stunning woman newscaster came on named Delia Devine, giving some report about dogs that needed adopting. I remember clearly she had on a tight blue t shirt which outlined her big titties perfectly and jeans that had to have been sprayed on. Damn, she was fine. Even DEVINE! Sorry.

RIIIIIPPPP! Both my parents and even Ray jumped and looked over. My cock jutted up and swayed above my head. It wasn’t my fault. Really. Mom gasped. Dad shrieked and Ray groaned at the sight of what seemed a four foot cock. It wasn’t really four feet. But two feet plus would be accurate.

That next morning Mom and Dad bugged out, as Ray called it. I felt guilty ever since that night. And I’m also pissed ‘cause Ray has a pretty big dick too, though not as big as mine. Okay, maybe just a bit more than a third of my dick, but for a guy, he’s majorly hung. Later he told me he was twice as big as our father. Some day I have to ask him how he knew that.

After leaving the darkened and ruined house, we drifted about the streets. Hell, we worked the street. Within a few months and walking countless miles, we met up with this seemingly nice guy who soon enough had us fucking for money. Ray got much more money fucking than I did. Hell, he practically fed me while I kept getting nerdy jerks and dinky cocked assholes who saw me as a tight little virgin to ruin while my sprouting dick made them run, shrieking like little girls. I got beat a few times by Kevin, our pimp, but once he caught sight of my cock all hard and veiny towering over his and my head, he pretty much left me alone. Though, he still was tall