**Sorry if you find some grammatical errors, I always write at the same time I’m working so it’s hard**
When I reached adolescence, hormones took over me. I am a boy from a small town, less than two thousand inhabitants, in the interior of Texas. My life has always been very calm and even boring. I was the youngest child of my parents, and I had an older brother. At 17, I was 1.75m tall, with extremely white skin, almost pink, blond hair, blue eyes, but I didn't have any hair on my body, not even a beard. I had rosy cheeks, big lips, and I had a problem. I didn't gain weight. I could eat like there was no tomorrow, only my penis grew. I had a round ass. When I was 15, something happened. I saw my first gay porn by accident. The bottom was very effeminate, with a body similar to mine, but his penis was much smaller, almost non-existent. The top was a hot, hairy macho man who beat him up and fucked him until he bled while he begged for more. Since then, I have been addicted to watching this kind of thing. I stole birth control pills from my mother, who never noticed because she always bought them in excess. I developed breasts like a woman's and my ass became very feminine. When I was 17, if I squeezed my breasts hard, something like milk would come out, and I loved seeing it. My balls had gotten a lot smaller, and I think my dick wasn't getting hard anymore because of the hormones. I didn't want to be a woman, but my body was already a little feminine, and now I was the perfect faggot. I just needed to find a man. One day I was home alone. My mother had gone to visit my aunt, and I knew she would be gone all day. My father worked as a security guard. He would be gone one day and home the next day, and he wouldn't come back that day. My older brother was 18 and must have been at work too. He was very different from me. He worked on a farm, and he was very strong and masculine. I was horny as hell, but since my dick wasn't getting any harder, I went to take a shower to try to relax. I left the bathroom door unlocked because I was alone. My house only had one bathroom with a shower. I was relaxing in the shower when I thought about putting my fingers in my ass, with conditioner to see what it was like. I started with one finger and since it didn't hurt, I went to two. It hurt a little, but it felt really good. I kept putting it in and taking it out for a while with my eyes closed. But I heard a noise and quickly opened my eyes. To my despair, my brother was there watching me masturbate my hole in the shower. I quickly turned off the shower and asked him what he was doing home early while I tried to get the towel.
“I left early today. I managed to take care of everything I needed to do, and since I'm off tomorrow, I wanted to start resting now.” He looked at me for a while. “Are you a faggot?”
“What? No! Of course not” I wrapped myself in the towel like a girl and tried to leave but he held me in the bathroom. My brother was a very white boy too, but very tall, strong, biceps the size of my head, legs so thick that his jeans would rip, feet almost twice the size of mine, it was even difficult to find boots for him to wear, a full beard although the hair was blond, blue eyes, thick hair that reached the middle of his neck, he was very hairy and proudly showed off his chest covered by a layer that looked like a yellowish sweater, very pink nipples, he always wore a cowboy hat, was always sweaty, smoked cigarettes non-stop and drank a lot of Bud Light. “It wasn’t what you thought,” I said. He pulled the towel off me forcefully, leaving me naked. “There’s not much time left to think, you’ve already shown everything,” he said, and then he ran his hand over my chest, which was a little pointy and had grown because of the hormones. “I imagined you were kind of gay, but not to the point of looking like a woman.” I started to cry. “You don’t have to worry,” he said. “I’m not going to tell Mom what I saw, but you have to make it up to me.” He pulled me naked and still crying by the arm to his room. It was small, with an old single bed and the room smelled. My mother didn’t clean it out of fear. He should have cleaned it but he barely did. There were beer cans on the floor, an ashtray that was already full, the sheets were yellowed, and there were clothes scattered everywhere. He threw me on his bed, took off his hat and then his sweat-soaked shirt, then put the hat back on his head. “Let’s see if you’re fit for a woman.” He said, looking at me. His chest was extremely defined and covered in sweat-soaked hair, and his armpits had hair that had never been trimmed. So it could be seen even with his arms down. The bulge in his pants was growing. His cock was already hard, but I was scared. He lit a cigarette, took the first drag, looked at me and told me to go get a beer. He wanted to start relaxing, but I would have to go naked. He was much stronger than me and I was afraid he would tell our mother, so I did what he asked as quickly as possible. When I came back, the cigarette was already half gone. I handed him the beer, and he was now sitting on the bed. He opened the can and took a sip and then placed the can on the headboard, taking another drag and leaving the cigarette between his lips, he unzipped his pants, his cock jumped out hard as a rock, a pink cock, covered in skin, his pubes so long that even through the open zipper he could see the long hairs, he had just left adolescence in a small town, full of lust and perversity. He started masturbating in front of me, when he pulled the skin down exposing the thick pink head, I could see that he hadn't washed his penis properly, it was full of smegma "dance for me" he said "dance like a slut" I was so stunned that I started to shake my ass in front of him, running my hands over my breasts, putting my arms up, spinning, I did as I had seen in movies and he kept masturbating, he had already lit another cigarette and the beer was already gone, until he told me to stop and go to him on my knees, so I did and when I got close I felt the stench of his dick, dirty dick, he told me to open my mouth and I said no "if you don't I'll tell everyone you're a fag" I didn't want to but I did, and he stuck his entire dick in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat, which made me choke, he put it in and out several times until he started moaning very loudly and shaking, that's when I felt a hot liquid in my mouth My mouth tasted bitter, when he took it out of my mouth I spat the white, viscous liquid on the carpet, he got angry and told me to lick it off the floor and swallow it, I didn't want to but this time he threatened to burn my face with a cigarette, so I did, I licked the disgusting carpet in his room, swallowing all that sperm, I almost threw up but I managed to hold it in. "Can I go now?" I asked. "No, I'm not done yet" he replied "do you know how long it's been since I fucked a slut? A year, there's no one in this shitty city but now I have a slut at home" he laughed "I want to do you like the guys at work say, so now you're going to get another beer and when you get back you're going to give me a massage" "What if someone comes?" "You'll be out of luck" I got another beer and brought it to his room, I was still naked but my mind was at ease, I had sucked my first man, even though he was my brother. I started massaging his back. I sat on top of him lying on the bed and started. He was naked too, with a broad, tanned back and defined shoulders. I went down to his buttocks and noticed that although his hair was light, I could barely see any skin because there was so much on his ass. Unlike me, he was really a man. He made me realize that I was born to be a slut. This gave me the courage to do my best, so I dedicated myself a lot. After a few minutes, he turned around underneath me. I was naked now, massaging his hairy chest while he kept his arms behind his head, showing off his extremely hairy armpits that gave off a very strong smell of sweat. He didn't use deodorant, I already knew that, so I put my hands under his armpits to massage him. He didn't feel any tickling and let me. I could feel the long, damp hair, while my pink hole blinked as I felt the thicket of hair on his penis touch me. Finally I massaged his feet, they smelled bad from sweating in his boots but they were so big, bigger than my head, I was hypnotized by the aroma but I finished as quickly as possible because I was still afraid that someone else would arrive. When I finished, he lit another cigarette and told me to kneel in front of the bed. As soon as I did, he sat down in front of me again. “Open your mouth as wide as you can,” he ordered. I didn’t want to disagree anymore, so I opened it and felt him spit. I swallowed his goo. It tasted like beer and cigarettes. He laughed. “You’ll be able to handle everything the guys at work told me to do today.” He patted me lightly on the face. While I was smiling mischievously and taking a drag on my cigarette, he pulled me onto the bed by my hair and put me on all fours. He pulled my arms back and held them with one hand. With the other, he put out the cigarette on my back, making me scream in pain and writhe. This was quickly resolved when he stepped on my head with his left foot, supporting himself only with his right foot. “I told you you’ll handle anything.” He spat on his free hand, still with his foot crushing my head, and rubbed it on my ass, wetting my entrance. Then he stuck a finger in as hard as he could. His fingers were the double mine so that finger already tore me, I screamed but it came out muffled, then without warning I felt a very strong pain and I started to fight, struggling and trying to push him away without success, he had stuck his entire thick penis in my virgin ass, the pain was unbearable but it got worse when he started to move inside me, going back and forth, he stayed like that for a while and when I stopped fighting he let go of my arms and took his foot off my face, now hugging me from behind he started to squeeze my breasts "you are exactly like a woman brother" he said as he squeezed my breasts, he thrust into me even harder “I took your virginity, this pussy will always be mine, you even bled like a girl” he continued while I moaned softly, when he finally got close to cumming he started thrusting really hard making me moan really loudly, and cry a little more, when he came he squeezed my breast so hard that a thin jet of milk came out of me he laughed still panting “you damn bitch, you emptied my balls twice” he punched me hard in the back and got out of me lying on the bed “go make something for your man to eat while he watches the game”. I left the room in tears, feeling my ass ripped and full, I made a sandwich for him and took it to the living room where he was already watching the game, wearing old red plaid pants and his hat, I also brought a beer and he was already smoking again, now I finally put on clothes and lay on my bed crying until I fell asleep. The other day I woke up with a sharp pain in my anus, and when I realized it, he was fucking me while I slept. He held my mouth while he thrust into me hard. At least when I woke up, I was about to cum. As soon as he did, he pushed me out of my bed like trash and slept right there. Months went by like that. He fucked me every day, with or without preparation. He made me his maid, he beat me. I was his slave whore. I couldn't do anything, but after I got used to it, I realized that I was very good at it. I served him, I spent the day thinking about what he would like, how to satisfy him even more. The truth is that now I'm happier than ever.
