A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 13 ]

Quality Family Time (whatever that is

It took them until lunch time to figure out there was no grenade in Craig’s rectum. I was surprised it didn’t take them longer. He was untied and carted off to the nearest hospital for treatment. It was the talk of the entire town for the next several years or so, I’m sure.

Several things happened after that. One, that there was no investigation, per Craig, his cronies, and his parent’s wishes. Craig and his asshole friends knew who did it, but they didn’t want to attract any attention as to why I would have done that to him. Also, Mike and Sam took my threat seriously. The rest of the class didn’t say a word to anyone, for fear of the same thing happening to them. The gym coach was also very quiet, for some reason.

Two, that because of that incident, I didn’t worry about hiding my nipple rings anymore. As I undressed for gym, I just left them in. Since all the boys knew about them, why hide them? If we played a sport with contact in it, they were extra careful with me, especially Craig. And for some reason, he took extra care to avoid me during and between classes.

Three, Terry knew who did that to Craig the moment we arrived at school. After I had my little chat with Craig’s Cronies, he walked over to me and said that he wanted to talk to me alone.

“Why did you do that to him, Scott?” He asked straight away when we were alone in an abandoned classroom.

“What makes you think it was me?”

“Because I saw you last night, Scott; I saw you leave the house. I’m not stupid, you know.” He said it with a very serious look on his face. I was about to continue this playful banter, but something told me not to.

“I know you’re not stupid, Terry. I’m sorry for that, I was only playing,” I said, trying to get him into a less serious mood.

“Now, why?”

“Because he did something equally bad to me yesterday,” I explained, hoping that would be enough. Stupid hope.

“What did he do?”

“You sure you wanna hear this?”

“Yes,” he said with a stomp of his feet and then crossed his arms.

“Okay, he and his gang tied me to a bench by my hands, feet and nipple rings, and had other guys rape me the whole rest of the day. And that included the gym coach. You happy now?”

“Why didn’t you tell a teacher this?”

“The same reason I’m allowing Glen to fuck me up the ass whenever he wants. To make sure you, Thomas and Charlie are safe. Also, what do you think is going to happen if Mom finds out about any of this?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“She’ll probably kill herself like Dad did. She’s not right in the mind, Terry. After Dad shot himself, I saw Mom with a bottle of pills in her hand. She put them away when she saw me look at her. Unfortunately, Glen is the only thing keeping her from really doing it. If all of this gets out, she will do it.”

He didn’t say anything for a while; he just looked at the floor and put his hands in his pants pockets. I walked over to him and knelt down in front of him again. I took him by the shoulders and forced him to look at me.

“I don’t give a shit about Glen or Mom. As far as I’m concerned, both of them could go straight to hell. But what do you think is going to happen to us if they do? We’ll be put in state homes and split up. I’m only doing this to keep our pathetic little family together, okay, Ter?”

He nodded and leaned forward to hug me. We stayed that way for a little while before classes started.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“Does what hurt?”

“Getting, you know…,” he trailed off.

“Not anymore. I can handle it, okay, don’t you worry. And the word is ‘fucked’. Just don’t let Mom hear that, or she’ll go into orbit.” I smiled at him. He smiled back and went off to class.

The fourth thing that happened, happened on the way to my class. I just realized that the entire time I was tying and torturing Craig, I never got a hard-on. That made me think of Master Toby. Instead of heading to class, like I should have, I detoured into the boy’s bathroom. Leaning against the sinks, I thought about that night with him, and how the entire time he never once got an erection.

I kept wondering about that off and on during the time that we moved and since then. I just never came up with an answer. He told me that he would tell me when the evening was over, and he never got the chance. I had forgotten to ask him and I never went back to him again.

But now, looking back on it, I think I have my answer. He liked getting tortured, like me and Mikey. Doing it to someone else didn’t turn him on. So, now the unanswered question is, why did he do it, if he didn’t get any pleasure from it? He did pay me for my time, and pay me well. So, why do it?

I was starting to get a headache from thinking so much, so I stopped. I washed my face and went to class. I apologized for the interruption, and took my seat at the back.

By lunch time, they had him down from the pole, so no one saw Craig tied up again. I was disappointed in that, but the gossips will be talking. That was good enough for me.

That day was difficult to teach class as everyone talked about Craig. The principal had each of us from his class in his office if we knew anything. Of course, no one knew anything.

That afternoon at gym, I tried out my new theory. I undressed without worrying about the rings. I caught one of my classmates looking at them, but he looked away quickly. I dressed for gym and we had class.

After class, we showered, but as soon as I stepped in the shower, all conversation stopped. I smiled at their pettiness.

“Problem, gentlemen?” I said as I hung up my towel on the hook. They looked at me for a second before the kid that looked at me earlier walked over to me. I was lathering up the washcloth when he approached.

“Uh, look, uh…”

“Spit it out, James,” I said with purposeful irritation in my voice.

“Look, we’re sorry for yesterday, okay?”

“Oh, you’re sorry now. Why?” I knew why, but I wanted to see if they could say it.

“Look, Craig’s been bullying us for years. We did it only because he would have killed us if we didn’t do what he wanted.” It was actually Mike that said that. I was a little stunned by that. I didn’t think Craig had that much pull around here.

“You guys are wusses. You could have gotten together and done something about him, just like you ganged up on me yesterday. Now that someone had taken down your leader, you guys are scared. You’re pathetic.” And with that, I turned back to my shower.

“Um, did that hurt?” James asked, pointing to my chest.

What we have here, is a fucking genius in the making.

“Duh, James. What do you think?” I started the ‘duh’ thing, by the way.

“Then why’d you do it?”

I looked at him in the face. He seemed sincerely curious. But, curious or not, I was not about to tell the entire world (till now, that is) about that year of my life. I also wanted to see how far he would take the questions.

“I didn’t choose to have it done. Someone did it to me. Kind of like what you people did to me yesterday.” Each one of them looked down at their feet, and the conversation ended.

As I left the locker room, I was thinking also about the fact that none of them has even mentioned the fact that my cock was a lot longer and thicker than theirs. Of course men wouldn’t humiliate themselves to mention such things, but boys are a different matter. My cock was measuring at this time at about six inches long, almost twice what they were sizing up to. It was a bit weird to think about that, but it did cross my mind.

As I was leaving the school that day, the gym coach told me he needed to see me.

Yeah, I bet you do.

“What is it, Coach?” I asked him irritably once we entered his office.

“Please have a seat, Scott. You want a soda, or something else to drink?”

“Skip the bullshit, Coach, and get to the point.” I was looking at him directly in the eye. It was another trick I picked up from my time as a pro.

“Okay,” he said slowly, “I will, then. I’m sorry for yesterday. I shouldn’t have done what I did to you.”

No shit, Sherlock.

“Never mind, Coach. Forget it.” I said with a wave of my hand and got up to leave.

“Look, Scott, we could get into a lot of trou…”

“Shove it up your ass, Coach!” I interrupted him. “Don’t give me that shit, of ‘we’.” I now turned to face him. “’We’ didn’t tie me to that bench. ‘We’ didn’t fuck me over forty times, whether I wanted it or not. ‘We’ didn’t do anything when you saw me tied to the bench. ‘We’ didn’t fuck me, and then leave me alone.”

His face had bled white by the time I had finished that little speech. It was the same look my father had on his face the last time I saw him up close. I let him stew about it a few minutes before letting him off the hook.

“Don’t worry, Coach. What happened yesterday will remain a secret. I don’t want it to get out any more than you do. But don’t ever insult my intelligence again. ‘We’ wouldn’t get into trouble for what happened yesterday; you would, and I know it. Now, I’ve got to get home.” I turned and left his office.

I got to the house just as Glen was pulling up. We went inside and to my room where he fucked me as usual. As he left, Terry walked in the room.

“You okay?” He asked innocently.

“Yeah, Terry, I’m fine.” I said as I pulled my pants back up.

“You gotta big ‘thing’, Scott,” he said out of the blue.

I looked at him and smiled. The innocence of an unspoiled child. I envied him that innocence. He walked over to me and looked me in the eye. With shaking hands, he lowered his pants to his ankles, and offered his anal flower to me. I looked at it as he bent over in front of me. Two years ago, I would have taken it without a care.

“Terry, you don’t know what you’re offering me.”

“Yes I do. I want you to stick your ‘thing’ in my butt, Scott.”

My cock responded to the memory of me and Randy fooling around together. It began growing, in spite of my will. He was not making it easy to resist the temptation, that’s for sure.

“It’ll hurt, Terry,” I warned him.

“I know, Scott. Remember Glen’s already done it. I want you to do it, now.”

I stood up and lowered my pants down to my ankles. I licked his asshole, leaving behind a great deal of saliva. I grabbed his hips and brought him back to sitting on my lap as I sat back down on the bed. As my six-inch cock made contact with his tight asshole, he flinched.

“You okay?” I asked him before continuing.

“Huh hm,” he said with a nod of his head.

I continued to pull his hips down on top of me. My cock head speared him with the experience I had expected. He reared up his head as I penetrated past his tight sphincter. I waited for him to get used to the feeling before going on.

“Relax your ass muscles,” I suggested. He nodded, but didn’t do anything. He didn’t know how to do it with a six-inch cock up his butt. “Bear down like you’re taking a shit.”

He did, and I felt him loosen up. He sighed at the relief and I pulled him further down on my hairless cock. Once his butt made contact with my hips, I pulled the two of us onto the bed further. Allowing him to move at his speed, I just laid there.

“It’s big, Scott,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, I know, Terry. It’s a gift from the men who did this to me while Dad was alive.” He looked back at me in shock. I smiled. “Where do you think the money came from?”

“They paid you to do this?”

“They paid me to do this to me; not what I’m doing to you. That’s how I can handle Glen so easily.” He still looked confused. “They paid me to fuck me up the ass. Now, start to raise yourself off my cock, then sink back down, but do it at your own speed.”

He nodded that he understood the instructions and began to raise himself up. I held onto his hips to steady him better and felt a long, forgotten feeling of fucking another boy’s asshole. He slid up my shaft until my cock head was hitting his sphincter muscle, and then I pulled him back down onto me. Within a few strokes, he got the gist of what to do, and what not to do (he accidentally went too far up on one stroke and I popped out of his ass).

My cock responded with purpose as it fucked my younger brother like a champ. I started feeling that building sensation after a few minutes, and with one hard, final thrust, I orgasmed. I felt for the first time something squirting out of the head of my cock, and knew I came and shot sperm.

I collapsed back on the bed to relax for a moment. He turned around while I was still embedded in his ass, to look at me.

“Is that it?” He asked. I looked at him, and thought about his question. I actually laughed at it before answering.

“No, Terry, there’s more; a lot more. Now, I wanna know what made you want to do this?” While he was thinking about his answer, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his chest and lay back down, pulling him with me. We were both staring at the ceiling as he answered my question.

“I dunno, Scott. I just got this funny feeling in my stomach. And when I saw Glen doing that to you, I though you might wanna do that to someone.”

I smiled and sighed. He was just where I was when I met the Potters. Then an inspiration hit me. It was a nice warm day, for the time of year; so, why not?

“Let’s go outside to get the last of the sun before it goes down.”

“Okay,” he said and we made our way outside, just as naked as we were in my bedroom. We spread our towels out on the grass, and lay down on top of them. It was cool, but being the beginning of December, it was nice and warm.

“How do I get rid of this stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“This stuff?” I looked as he pointed to his rear end, and I understood.

“Oh, that stuff. Go over to that tree and act like you gotta take a shit. It’ll squirt out.” He did as I suggested and returned to his towel to lie down. We enjoyed another two hours of sunshine before Glen got back home. We grabbed our towels and headed inside just as his truck was pulling up to the house. We got dressed in our separate rooms and made our way out to start making dinner.

Dinner was painfully normal, except that Thomas’s favorite cousin, Chad, was spending the night. That meant a full house, and Glen was not happy about that, I could tell. With Chad there, that meant someone was going without a bed. Terry asked if he could sleep with me. I nodded to Mom that it was okay.

Terry, Thomas, and Chad got ready for bed and Glen wanted to talk to me outside.

“Why are you letting the brat sleep with you? I wanted you tonight, boy.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow, Glen,” I said with a smug smile on my face. I had at least one night without him sticking it in me, or so I thought.

I walked back inside the house and to my room. Terry was getting his pajamas on. I smiled as I pulled mine out of the chest. We lay down and looked at the ceiling again, only this time it was beside each other. We talked about nothing specific, and then rolled over for a good night’s rest.

I woke up some time later to a voice hissing.

“If you say a word, boy, I will personally cut your tongue out of your head. Scott and me have a deal. And I want him now.”

I opened my eyes to see Glen with his hand over Terry’s mouth, hissing in his ear. The kid was scared out of his mind, as he nodded to our wonderful step-father.

“You don’t need to threaten him, Glen. Terry won’t talk to anyone, right?” I asked that last question to my brother. He shook his head that he understood.

Glen was on me in a flash. My pajama bottoms were ripped down to my ankles, as he scraped my legs with his nails in the process. He didn’t bother taking my underpants down; those were just ripped from my hips. He forced his dick inside me while Terry looked on in horror. I saw him bring the sheets up to his face to cover his eyes, but never did fully cover them.

“You never said he couldn’t see this, brat,” Glen gloated at finding this loophole.

I gritted my teeth and hung on to the pillow as Glen was being more savage than ever this night. I think just having Terry present turned him on even more. I don’t think I’ve ever hated him more than I did at that time. His cock slid in and out of me, as Terry looked on. I was hoping he would never have to actually see this.

When he finally came, I opened my eyes again to see Terry actually crying. Glen didn’t bother to clean me up, as usual, he just rolled off me, over Terry, and left the room. I took a moment to recompose myself, and I made my way to the bathroom to expel his seed from my bowels.

I walked back in my room and Terry was lying on his stomach facing the wall. He had his legs spread wide open while hugging a pillow and as naked as the day he was born. I got a real good look at his nine-year-old ass pucker. I smiled at his offer, but I thought that once was more than enough for the fourth grader. I moved next to the bed, and closed his legs back together again.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to, Terry,” I said, and ruffled his hair. He turned to look at me, and more tears were flowing than before. “What’s wrong?”

“You…, you don’t want me?” He was on the verge of really breaking into a big cry over this.

“No, no; I just thought that since we did it once already today, that you might want a break from it.”

“Take me, Scott, please. I wanna thank you every time. Whenever he does that, you can have me, okay?”

“You sure about that, Terry? That’s an awful lot of fucking. He usually takes me twice a day.”

“I don’t care, Scott. You’re my brother, and you are doing this for me, so I wanna do this for you. You can do me however he does you, okay?”

He opened his legs for me again and I climbed on top of him. I slipped back inside his child-sized asshole without much difficulty this time. My six inch cock began working his innards with a practiced ease. We made sure we were careful not to make any noise as Glen was probably just getting back to sleep.

As I lay on top of my younger brother, I saw his face. It was the same look I had when Glen was fucking me. I stopped what I was doing to him.

“What is it?” He asked.

“You okay?” I asked back.

“Uh hum. Why?”

“Well, you just look like I’m really hurting you, and the reason I’m allowing Glen to fuck me is so that you don’t get hurt. If this is really hurting, we can stop.”

“If you can take something his size, I can take you, Scott. Besides, you are a little smaller than Glen, and I would much rather have you back there, than him.”

I smiled at his weird logic, and continued to finish my downward thrust. I built up to a good speed, quietly, until I stiffened and shot my sperm inside him for the second time in one day. After calming down from my high, I rolled off him to catch my breath better without crushing his smaller body.

He rolled in the same direction as me, to face away from me. As I had rolled, my arm went under his head. I felt wetness run down it, as he slipped out of bed to head to the bathroom. When he returned, he seemed in a better mood.

He lay down next to me and stared up at the ceiling again. I moved my right hand towards his cock. I figured that if he can take me up the ass twice, the least I could do was give him a blowjob. He didn’t stop me when my hand touched his hip, so I continued across his body till I made contact with his dick.

Still no reaction from him, I began to stroke it a little. In spite of whatever he may be feeling, his cock responded like a true male. With a little more effort, I slipped down under the covers, and made my way to the area I was stroking. I licked his side with the tip of my tongue as my mouth tracked across his middle. I kissed his navel, and then headed south.

I didn’t have far to go until I made contact with his cockhead. I stopped stroking him, and slipped my brother’s cock through my lips and into my experienced mouth. He hissed quietly as the warmth of my mouth engulfed his cock. I knew that he enjoyed the sensations I was giving him, so I continued to swallow his boycock. When I reached his groin and had his entire length swallowed up, I moved the rest of my body between his legs to get a better angle on sucking him.

He opened his legs again, but this time to allow me in for another reason. I was turning him on something fierce. His moans were getting louder, and I was starting to get a little concerned about the noise level. I pulled my pillow out and covered his face with it to muffle the sounds. He took the hint and kept it covering his face with one hand, and moved his other to the top of my head.

As I expertly manipulated his cock around in my mouth, he grabbed a handful of my hair and kept pushing my head down. I wasn’t going anywhere, but these were new feelings for him, and he didn’t exactly know how to handle them. I let him pull my hair all he wanted.

All at once, he stiffened like a board, and his little cock jumped in my mouth. His orgasm hit him like the force of a tornado. He had enough sense to cover his mouth before he came, thankfully. That would have woken the entire neighborhood.

When he calmed down some, he finally let go of my hair, and I moved up his body to lie beside him. His breathing slowly returned to normal and he opened his eyes again. He turned to look at me, but his eyes were still a little glazed over.

“Enjoy that?” I asked him. All he could do was nod. He closed his eyes again, rolled away from me, and slipped into a comfortable sleep. I ‘spooned’ up behind him, and let sleep kidnap me as well.