Just Make Him Beautiful

by Warren, Mike

  I then pulled him out of my mouth and began to masturbate him as I leaned over and took a big glob of petroleum jelly and put it up in and around my butt hole. Ray lay there very quietly, but again, I knew he was awake because when I had him in my mouth, I had looked up at him and caught him looking down at me. He then closed his eyes shut real fast, and probably thought I didn’t see him.

  Once I was sure I had enough petroleum jelly up in my ass, I straddled Ray and slowly began to sit down on him as I guided his dick up in my ass. I barely got the head in and I could feel the pain, but I closed my eyes tight, grit my teeth, and sat all the way down on it.

  The pain that shot through me almost caused me to fall out. I’d never felt that kinda pain before. I thought getting banged in the mouth by Junior hurt, but that didn’t come close. I sat still, trying to get the pain to go away, or at least that’s what Robin told me would happen if I just sat still on it. I also knew I had to relax my ass muscles as much as I could, to help decrease the pain.

  Several minutes had gone by, and now the pain I once felt was turning into pleasure. So, I slowly began to move up and down on my brother’s manhood.

  “Dayum, baby boy! What you doing?” he asked, like he was just waking up from a deep sleep and didn’t know what was going on.

  I whispered as I looked down into his eyes, “I’m just giving you what you want and need, to say thank you for what you did for me today.”

  “You know this shit ain’t right, baby boy,” he whispered as he cupped my ass with the palm of his hands and tried to slide himself up in me as far as his manhood would go.

  “You like the way it feels, Ray?” I whispered.

  “This ain’t right, baby boy,” he whispered back, still grinding on my ass.

  “That’s not what I asked you, Ray,” I whispered. I tightened my ass cheeks on his manhood. “I asked you if it felt good.”

  “Dayum, baby boy! Yeah, you feel real good, baby boy, fa real.” Ray looked like he was trying to control his urge to cum.

  I always knew when Ray was about to cum. His body would squirm, and then he would take short breaths, and then his body would start jerking, and within seconds he would squirt his nut.

  “You ready to nut, big brotha?” I asked, moving up and down on him at a faster pace.

  Before Ray could even respond, his body began to squirm, and then he started taking deep breaths, and just like that, he squirted his nut all in me.

  I watched the ecstasy on his face as I threw my head back and felt the ecstasy of having him nut in me.

  I began stroking myself the way I’d stroked Ray, and I too climaxed for the very first time. I can’t begin to explain how amazing that felt and what an impression it left on me at such a young age.

  *

  The weeks had flown by. I wanted to be around my big brother every second of the day. Chile, I was so sprung, I hadn’t spent any time with my best friend Robin. Every time she called, I gave her the same excuse of being on punishment and not being able to come out. Truth of the matter was, I was hanging around Ray whenever he allowed it. You see, Ray didn’t mind me being around because he liked dicking me down.

  He even brought me several pairs of female panties to wear, all in different colors. Blue, red, black, yellow, white…you name it, I had it. His favorite color was the yellow panties because I was so light-skinned. He liked the contrast of the yellow panties against my skin. When we were home alone, he would ask me to put them on and put on a fashion show for him. I really enjoyed that because I would play my Patti Labelle CD and “cat-walk” from one side of our bedroom to the other.

  Ray would lie on his bunk and play with himself until I tried on every pair, and then he would lean me up against the wall, slide the panties to one side, hawk and spit right in the crack of my ass, and then stick his manhood up in me.

  Now, I know you might think that’s gross, but trust me, I was getting my life!

  Ray and I had fucked so much, I didn’t need any Vaseline or much lube at all. Once he would get it in, my ass would start to moist all on its own. Good pussy does make its own juice, children.

  Unfortunately, there was a downside.

  Ray would feel so guilty after we had sex, he would start to yell at me and say things like, “Get away from me,” or “Why you make me do that?”

  Chile, boo. Like it was my fault. Yeah, right.

  Then he would go over to his hoochie girlfriend Jasmine’s house and try to get with her, so he could still feel like a man. And when she didn’t give him any, he would come home and wake me up in the middle of the night, asking if I wanted some more dick.

  Of course, I always did. I would never turn Ray down. I loved him because he was my brother, and I loved him because, in my mind, he was my man as well.

  Chapter 5

  Ray was going to be graduating from high school within the next few weeks. I wanted to buy him something really special. I didn’t know what, but I knew what it would be once I saw it. The problem was, I didn’t work, and my mother couldn’t afford to give us an allowance. So, I started going to the store for people in the neighborhood. I was going to be a teenager in a few more weeks as well, so I was old enough and responsible enough to get what people needed from the store. Hell, aside from that, I was sexually active.

  This one day, I went to the store for this lady named Ms. Tracey, who lived across the street from where I lived. She was about twenty-five years old.

  When I came back from the store with her groceries, she looked me up and down and said, “Boy, you look good enough to eat.”

  Now, to tell you the truth, she scared the shit out of me. I thought she was one of those people who ate people. I know, I know, being as grown as I thought I was, you would think I would have known what the ho meant, but I didn’t.

  I raced home to tell Mother exactly what she’d said to me. “Mother!” I yelled, running through the door.

  “Boy, why you doing all that yelling?”

  “Ms. Tracey said I looked good enough to eat.” I tried to catch my breath. “Does that mean she eats people?”

  “No, it doesn’t, Cameron.” Mother laughed. “Just don’t go in her house when no one else is there.”

  Anyway, it still didn’t make sense to me. I didn’t understand why my mother laughed. I went to my room hoping Ray would be in there listening to his rap music and I could ask him, but he wasn’t there.

  My little sister barged in my room without knocking. “Cameron, you wanna play house?”

  “No, I don’t wanna play no house. Get outta my room, Ms. Thang.” I threw one of my pillows at her.

  “Ouch! You hit me in my eye. I’m gonna go tell Mommy.” She began to cry, holding her hand up to her eye and running out of my room.

  “Good.”

  To be honest, I did feel a little bad because I hadn’t played house with my baby sister in a while. I guess that’s because I’d grown up, and putting on a dress and playing the mother no longer interested me, especially now that I knew what dick felt like.

  As I lay across my bunk thinking, I remember Ray said that he had a surprise for me on my thirteenth birthday. I couldn’t wait for my birthday to come in a couple of days. You would think this was a sick situation for an older brother and a younger brother to be doing the nasty, but I didn’t blame Ray for any of it. If anyone was to blame, it was me. I didn’t make the first move, but once it was made, I was the one who took it to another level. I was fast as a young queen in training and knew a little too much for my age.

  After dinner that evening, my mother asked if I would wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen because she had been in the kitchen all day and was too tired. I really didn’t want to because Ray always went flying out the door after dinner and I always followed him. But since I agreed to clean up the kitchen, I didn’t have any idea as to where he was.

  After cleaning the kitchen, I went door to door of every friend Ray had in our neighborhood looking for him. How sad is that? Chile boo, I
was whipped. Anyway, none of his friends had seen or heard from him.

  As luck would have it, Ms. Tracey, the cannibal from across the street, saw me heading into my apartment complex.

  “Hey, Cameron!” she yelled.

  “Yes,” I said, turning around and facing her.

  “Are you looking for your brother Ray?”

  “Yeah, I am,” I replied while walking over in her direction.

  “He’s in here playing cards with my brothers.” She looked me up and down, holding the door open so I could enter.

  Ms. Tracey still lived at home with her mother and her two younger brothers, Rocky, a year older than Ray, and Jack, who was the same age. Jack was into playing basketball and football like Ray.

  I entered their house and found the three of them in the living room playing the card game, truth or dare.

  “Dayum, yo! I see your little brother still follow you everywhere you go, Ray.” Rocky started laughing.

  “Yo, little man, you wanna play some truth or dare with us?” Jack asked.

  “Sure. Why not?” I sat down next to my brother.

  “You sure you wanna play, baby boy?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m old enough,” I spat with a little attitude.

  “Well, okay.” Ray began to deal the cards.

  “Now, how do you play this game?” I asked, picking up my cards.

  “It’s just a game of tunk.” Rocky picked up his cards. “Have you ever heard of it?”

  “Nope, but I’ma fast learner, if someone explain it to me,” I said, smiling and rocking from side to side.

  “Yo, Ray, your little brother is a trip, man,” Rocky teased.

  Jack began explaining the game to me, and it really didn’t seem all that difficult. Of course, I didn’t win any of the games we played, but I was a trooper and took my dare like a man. Yeah, right!

  Anyway, Ms. Tracey happened to walk by and noticed that I was playing the truth or dare game and asked if she could join in. I really didn’t know what they were up to, but they started laughing and smiling amongst themselves, including my own brother.

  It was my turn to deal the cards, so I picked them up and shuffled them a few times and began to deal them out. Before the game had even started, it was over when Ray threw his hand down and yelled twenty-one. He had the lowest hand, so he won that round.

  “Truth or dare?” he asked me.

  “Dare,” I said with attitude.

  He hesitated and looked around at Rocky, Jack, and Ms. Tracey, and they all looked back at him, smiling and nodding their heads. He then turned to me and said, “I dare you to go upstairs and take all your clothes off and get in Tracey’s bed.” He looked at me with a straight face.

  “You want me to what?” I asked as though I didn’t hear him the first time.

  “You heard me. I want you to go upstairs and take all your clothes off and get in Tracey’s bed.

  I didn’t understand why my brother wanted me to do that, but I couldn’t resist because, if I did, each of them could punch me ten times each. And, personally, I didn’t think Rocky liked me that much. He was already rubbing his fists together, warming them up to hit me.

  Before I headed upstairs to perform my dare, my brother turned to Ms. Tracey and said, “Truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.

  “I want you to go upstairs and take all your clothes off and get in bed with my little brother.”

  Ms. Tracey didn’t waste any time going upstairs to her room. As a matter of fact, she passed me going up the steps. Anywho, if I didn’t know any better, I would say they had planned this because they were laughing and giving each other high-five and shit.

  I slowly continued to walk up the steps, while my brother and his friends followed. I walked in Ms. Tracey’s room, and she was already in the bed waiting for me. I closed the door, but this was one of those old houses where above the door was a glass window. My brother and his friends climbed on a chair and looked in to make sure I performed my dare.

  I took all my clothes off, jumped in Ms. Tracey’s bed, and pulled the covers over me.

  Rocky yelled through the window, “Yo, shawty, you got to get on top of her for at least sixty seconds. That’s a whole minute.”

  I looked at my brother, hoping he would get me out of this terrifying ordeal, but he was nodding his head and clapping along with Rocky.

  “Yeah, baby boy, don’t be scared. It won’t hurt.”

  So, believing it wouldn’t hurt, like my brother said, I climbed on top of Ms. Tracey. Then she suddenly wrapped her arms around my small waist, squeezed me tightly, threw her legs wide open in the air, and began to grind her body against mine.

  Now, I wasn’t stupid. I knew this was my brother’s way of getting me my first piece of pussy. And even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I began to grind back. It was hard for me to get an erection while thinking about what I was doing with Ms. Tracey, but once I started thinking freaky and imagining I was having sex with my brother and his friends, that’s when my little dick started to get hard. I was a true gay young freak. What can I say?

  I didn’t know what hole my dick was to go in, so I raised up off her so she could guide it in herself. Once it was in, it felt kinda funny. It’s hard to explain, but I humped up and down, in and out, until I actually found myself getting excited enough to cum. I didn’t know if Ms. Tracey had cum or not. She did shake a little, but that don’t mean anything.

  After several minutes of humping and listening to the sounds that my brother and his friends made, cheering me on, I came inside of Ms. Tracey. Ewww! And for the record, I didn’t enjoy it at all. Chile, I thought I was gonna throw up. My stomach began to do flips that scared the shit out of me. Nausea had set in something fierce. I thought I could hold my illness back, but I couldn’t.

  As soon as I rose up off the bed, I bent over and hurled all over Ms. Tracey’s bed. Chile, I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do. I looked over at my brother, expecting his support, but he began to roll with laughter, as did his friends.

  Ms. Tracey, on the other hand, didn’t think it was funny at all. She jumped up out of the bed as I hurled and began fussing at how I’d just ruined her bed sheet and spread.

  I put my clothes on and bolted out of there so fast, you would have thought I was running for my life.

  As soon as I got to my room, I took all my clothes off and jumped in the shower. I closed my eyes as I stood under the shower and thought about what had just happened. I actually got my first piece of pussy, but it didn’t make me feel more like a man. As a matter of fact, I felt dirty and grimy.

  I remember Ray telling me that it was so good that I didn’t know what I was missing, but now that I’d had it, I really didn’t think I was missing anything at all. I still preferred the masculinity and the body of a man.

  I finished my shower and went to my room and cried myself to sleep.

  *

  I was awakened by Ray as he stood alongside my bunk. “So you got your first piece of pussy, baby boy,” he said. “What do you think?” He started taking off his clothes.

  “What do you think, Ray? I threw up? What do you think I think?”

  “Dayum, baby boy! That was messed up, too.” Again he roared with laughter as he lay down on his bunk.

  “Dayum what?”

  “I just thought you would enjoy it. That’s all.”

  “It was sickening, Ray. That’s what it was. Remember, you were the one that told me to be who and what I am. And if I needed to be with someone, you wanted that someone to be you, remember?” I waited for his response.

  “Dayum! Baby boy, you really like dick more, huh?”

  “So, y’all planned that, huh?” I asked, avoiding his question.

  “You know, every time I go over there, she’s always asking me about you. So, I knew she liked you. So I thought, Why not? It’s about time you got some pussy.”

  He stopped laughing once he realized I was
n’t laughing along with him.

  “Look, baby boy, I didn’t mean any harm, so if I did sumf’n wrong, my bad,” he said, sounding somewhat sincere.

  “I still enjoy being with you more.”

  “That’s cool, that’s cool, but, baby boy?”

  “Huh?” I looked down from my bunk to his.

  “Make sure you keep that shit between us, a’ight?” He yawned and rolled over to go to sleep.

  “Okay,” I whispered, feeling a little disappointed that he was going to sleep.

  I couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow so I could tell Robin I actually got some girl pussy and the shit made me puke.

  *

  “Ms. Thang, I had some girl pussy yesterday,” I hollered, trying to convince Robin as we sat in the school cafeteria eating our lunch.

  “See, you oughta stop lying. Ain’t no girl out here would wanna give you none of their stuff. Don’t even try it.” Robin rolled her neck at me.

  “I did, and FYI, it was a twenty-five-year-old grown woman, so there.” I rolled my neck back at her and snapped my fingers in her face.

  “Are you serious, fa real?”

  “Fa real.”

  “Do you swear on your little gay life?” she asked, holding up her pinky finger.

  I crossed my pinky finger with hers. “I swear on all my Patti Labelle CDs.”

  Robin knew when we pinky-swore, that meant all jokes aside and that we were telling the truth about whatever we were talking about.

  She hollered, “OMG, you’re serious?”

  “I told you, chile.”

  “Oooo! Who was this twenty-five-year-old woman? And how did this happen?”

  Once I began explaining how I had gone looking for my brother and that he was over the lady’s house that said she wanted to eat me, Robin started drooling at the mouth. After telling her the whole story, she looked at me and started laughing hysterically.

  “What’s so dayum funny, Ms. Thang?” I asked with attitude.

  “I’m sorry, sista, but you were basically raped and then threw up.”

  “Chile, I wasn’t raped. I did throw up, but can I help it because she wanted all this?” I performed my “cat-walk” as I headed to my next class.