This story details the early sexual experiences of a young boy named Bryce, as told by him.  It is a continuation series with a number of chapters that touch on many topics, including M/b, t/b, b/b, incest, masturbation, oral, anal, ws, scat, and forced sex, although not every chapter will include all topics.  If you are offended by any of these topics, or if the discussion of sexual acts involving minors is not your bag, please stop reading now.  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my writings.  Feedback is welcome at brycewriter@gmail.com   

Bryce's Unnatural Life
Chapter 10

Like the ride to the cabin had been, the ride home with my dad was in complete silence.  I refused to even look at him and sat in the back seat and didn't even say "hello" when he pulled up to get me.  I just got in, closed my eyes and amused myself with the thoughts of Matt's recent torment.  As we drove along, I could still hear Matt's screams in my mind.  He turned out to be not such a tough guy after all, as his high pitched shrieks revealed.  Mr. Jarkot kept at it for what seemed like at least 20 minutes or better and Matt begged and screamed the entire time.  Man how I wished I could have watched him being split open by his father.  To have seen his legs twisting beneath his father's body, his dad's groin slapping against those two plump mounds of flesh that had caused me such torment.  Just to see the twisted look of pain on his face as he screamed helplessly while being hammered again and again would have almost made up for everything I had put up with the past few days.  

But instead I had to be content to listen from the next room.  Oscar, once the initial shock wore off, actually became quite amused listening to Matt's screams.  Once he finished peeing, he scooted forward a bit on the couch, lifted his legs and directed me to lick his butthole while he giggled each time Matt screamed.  "Don't worry" he said, "I won't poop, there's no way I'm gonna be next".  So I licked and sucked at the tight ring while he moaned, grunted, and uttered an occasional "Oh man" when Matt let loose with a particularly loud shriek.  

Apparently the combination of my tongue and the sounds of the continued torment from the next room gave Oscar a bit of pleasure and his peepee very quickly stiffened.  After around five minutes of my tongue on his hole, he got up, bent me over the end of the couch and mounted me from behind, much like Matt was no doubt being used behind the closed door.  And at around the same time Oscar pumped his way to a grunting finish and I felt his wetness spreading inside me, the racket from the bedroom finally died down.  Oscar had stopped thrusting and was laying tight against my back, panting against my ear.  I strained to hear if there were any noises coming from the room, wondering if the sudden silence meant that Matt was feeling a similar wetness deep, very deep in fact, spreading inside him, just like Oscar's was spreading in me.  

As Oscar pulled out and sat back down, I thought about going to the bathroom to clean myself up, but was hesitant to leave, afraid I might miss something.  My choice was made for me when Oscar leaned back, spread his legs and said "You got shit on my dick, lick it off".  I looked down and, sure enough, his now shriveled peepee had brown streaks all over it.   Darn.  My suspicions of the day before had been realized.  I guess since I hadn't taken a crap in 2 days, I was needing a trip to the bathroom.  I dropped to my knees and put my face between his legs.  It sure smelled like poop, but not nearly as bad as Matt's had been. It also wasn't entirely poop, more of a mixture of brown wetness that I assumed was mostly Oscar's "cum".  I grabbed the limp peepee and took it into my mouth, sucking the not so tasty residue down and making quick work of my cleaning task.

Just as I lifted my face from his groin, the bedroom door opened.  Sitting back on my heels, Oscar and I both watched as a very teary eyed Matt slowly limped from the bedroom.  He walked very slowly across the room, sniffling with each step and never acknowledged either one of us.  As he shuffled past us, his left hand tightly gripping his clenched butt cheeks, I turned and watched him walk to the bathroom.  There was a long glob of pink, gooey liquid running down the inside of his right leg.  I guess I should have felt sorry for him, but I didn't.  I couldn't.  He deserved every last bit of it and more.  When he got to the bathroom, he quickly entered and closed the door.  It was the last time I saw him that day.

Mr. Jarkot exited a few minutes later, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.  He had my clothes in his hands and asked if I wanted to take a shower in his bathroom before my dad arrived.  I thanked him, and headed for the bathroom just as Mr. Jarkot started asking Oscar "You sure you don't want to feed him a brownie?" laughing loudly as he did so.  "Not me" Oscar replied very quickly.  I ducked into the bathroom and took a much needed dump, expelling Oscar"s "cum" in the process.  After my shower I collected my things and within a few minutes, my dad was arriving.  I was never so glad to be leaving someplace in my entire life.

It was getting to dusk as we pulled into the driveway and dad uttered his first words.  "I'm going on a date tonight and you have to babysit her son, so don't make any plans".  That was it.  No words of appreciation for the cruelty I had suffered so he could make a few bucks.  No "Hope you're ok" or anything like that, just a babysitting job so he could go out with some bimbo.  Oh well, back to "normal" I guess.  And since I knew Devin's family was away on vacation and I wouldn't be able to see him, at least there would be someone to keep me company.  I just hoped it wasn't a little brat.

About 20 minutes later the doorbell rang.  Dad was in the shower so I went to the livingroom to answer it.  I was shocked.  No, I was beyond shocked at the sight of my father's "date" and her son.  At first I figured my eyes were playing tricks on me and I almost slammed the door closed.  Never in a million years could I have imagined such good fortune.  My dad was going on a date with Adam's mom!

I stood at the door with my jaw hanging open for a moment or two before Adam's mom, who later asked me to call her Barb, said "Hi, you must be Bryce.  Adam told me you were such a good friend of he and Devin".  "Oh, yes ma'am, please come in" I responded, finally gathering my wits.  "Hi Bryce" Adam peeped "You gonna babysit me?"  I smiled wide.  I almost forgot.  I was babysitting!  And it was my sweet little Adam!  Today was turning out to at least end on a good note.  "I sure am" I replied as we gathered in the living room, waiting for my dad.  

"Barb" wasn't much different than most of the other bimbos my dad had dated in the past.  Cheap perfume and skimpy clothes, no wonder she was content to dump her son at his cousin's house all weekend.  And while she waited for my dad, she made it clear that they would be out "really late" and asked if I minded if Adam spent the night.  "Oh, Adam can stay as long as he wants" I assured her, "He is really good when we are together".  That said, dad appeared, cautioned me about staying up too late, and they were off.

Adam and I were now alone, sitting in the couch together.  He looked super cute wearing a green t-shirt, blue gym style pull-up shorts, white socks and black tennis shoes.  Without provocation, he leaned over and gave me a big hug, and I buried my face in his long, thick, wavy brown hair, which smelled of strawberry shampoo.  He hugged me tight and held on.  I grabbed his back with one hand, his bottom with the other and squeezed right back.  It was the first time in days that I actually felt safe.  Finally delivered from having been rented out by my own father.  Safe from being pushed to my knees, or bent over at the whim of another.  Safe from the disgusting toileting acts of two demented jerks.  And then I started to cry.  

And cry I did, sobbing non-stop for the next ten full minutes, keeping Adam firmly in my grip, desperately relieved that my ordeal was over, yet deliriously happy that Adam was in my arms.  Adam never said a word the entire time, just held me as I let the tears flow.  And when I finally stopped, when I could just cry no more, he pulled back just a bit, looked in my eyes and asked "Are you okay?"  I took a very deep breath, grabbed his sweet face in my hands and said "I am now.  Now that I am with you.  I have been thinking about you a lot and am so happy you are here.  I can't believe how lucky I am that you get to spend the night."  Adam smiled a big smile and said "Well don't be sad, ok?"  "OK' I responded, "and I am hungry, so let's get something to eat".

And that was the beginning of one of the most memorable, pleasurable nights of my young life.  After dinner, we went to my bed, where I stripped myself, then Adam, giving him an "oral massage" the entire time.  First removing his shoes and socks and licking and sucking his cute little feet, bathing his sweet piggy toes with my tongue as they wiggled in my mouth.  Then off came his shirt and I sucked each of his pointy little nipples, the creamy soft flesh of his underarms, and the snow white folds of flesh around his neck.  He giggled and squirmed as I swirled my tongue around the inner folds of his ears and was laughing so hard as I licked across his face and nose that he actually had a spittle of drool leaking from his mouth.  

Extending my tongue, I licked up the wayward slobber and before I even realized it, we were kissing.  And it wasn't a "peck on the cheek" kiss either.  It was a hard, lips pressed together kiss that I had never experienced in my entire life.  And just as I was hoping the moment would never end, Adam opened his mouth and slipped his tongue between my lips.  Holy macanoley! To this day I have no idea who taught Adam that trick, but I was in heaven.  The feel of that sweet, moist probe sliding into my mouth gave me tingles right down to my toes.  And, being ignorant at the time about "French" kissing, I did what I knew best.  I sucked.  I sucked on that wet, slippery tongue, gulping down gobs of Adam's abundant slobber as he continued swirling it around inside my mouth.

When we finally broke apart, both of us now gasping for breath (and Adam no doubt without any saliva left in his mouth) I smiled, kissed Adam on his nose and gently laid him down on the bed.  Grabbing the bottom cuff of each of the legs of his shorts, I pulled them down to expose his tight fitting batman underwear.  Pushing my face into his groin, I inhaled deeply.  Now, the fresh shampoo smell in Adams hair, and his freshly scrubbed body that I had noted, were no doubt the result of either a bath or shower just before he came over.  However, like most five year olds, I assumed, having been five before myself, Adam must have grabbed the same undies he had on before the shower because these did not smell like freshly laundered underwear.  They smelled like pee.  Dried stale Adam pee.  And I loved it!

I rubbed my face back and forth across his wonderfully smelly underwear, licking at the cotton and sucking on the little lump of stiffness laying within.  Back and forth my face went across the wonderfully fragranced undergarment of this little angel, my nose alive with the sweet smelling aroma.  Adam laid there peacefully as I finished his groin area, parted his legs, lifted his hips, and ran my nose right into the tight crease of material that ran between his soft butt cheeks.  And then there was that other smell.  His butt.  His poopy skidmark smells.  Not the nasty stink that had come from Matt and Oscar's butthole, but the delicious smell of Adam.  Little Adam.  My Adam, right here, in my bed.  And there could be nothing foul, nothing nasty, nothing less than complete perfection that could ever come from him.

That being said probably makes it easier to understand how things happened along that night.  How I spent hour after hour using my mouth to pleasure Adam.  Sucking his little stiffness as he shook and cried out in delight, time and again. Licking the soft flesh of his milky white groin and wrinkled ballsack while he cooed softly.  Then hoisting him onto my chest, licking, slurping and sucking at his tiny little butthole as he gasped and wiggled his hips.  And, it would explain why, as my mouth was glued to his hole, my tongue wiggling inside the squishy little tube, I secretly wished it had been Adam, sweet little Adam, not Matt, who had pooped in my mouth.

As we lay there resting in between my trips between his skinny legs, Adam and I talked.  He told me about his father (who lived in another state and who Adam could only vaguely recall) and I told him about my mom.  He told me about how Devin had first "screwed" him, unceremoniously mounting him while he slept over one night, and I explained how Devin had "tricked" me into letting him "buttfuck" me (leaving out the part about what my dad used to do) and we laughed about my shocking surprise as Devin stuck his peepee in my hole instead of between my cheeks.  

We also kissed some more, less passionately than before, but just as electrifying for me, and it was during one of those spit swapping sessions that Adam fell asleep in my arms.  I was still too wired to sleep and so I laid there holding him and thinking, the sounds of Adams deep breathing very soothing to me.  I felt so lucky to have him here, yet so used and confused as to why my dad had let those horrible things happen to me.  So confusing, such conflicting thoughts those unnatural things created in my young brain.

Just as I was about to get up and get us some underwear (sure didn't need Barb poking her head in and seeing her little boy wrapped up with another kid all naked and stuff) I felt something wet, some little trickle of moisture against my stomach, which was pressed against Adam's groin.  Shoot.  I forget that Adam was a wetter.  Even after having sniffed and licked his piss flavored underpants for fifteen minutes earlier that evening, I'm not really sure how I had forgotten, but I had.  

Without even thinking, I pulled back, bent down and took his soft little peepee, which indeed was releasing a little trickle of pee, into my mouth.  Adam never stirred, had no idea he was releasing his urine into my mouth, but he did.  Not a substantial quantity, just about a mouthful before the flow stopped.   I swished the warm, almost tasteless liquid around in my mouth and swallowed.  Releasing his peepee, I licked the drips of moisture that I hadn't caught from his groin and upper legs, lovingly, gently licking the wetness from every crease and fold.

When I finished, I got up from the bed and went searching for first mine, then Adam's underwear.  When I finally found his on the floor next to the nightstand, I brought them to the bed and lifted Adam's legs, preparing to put them on (as much as I hated for the night to be over).  It was then I noticed, there in the bottom of the inside of his underwear was a skidmark.  A cute little strip that had brought pleasure to my nostrils when I had been sniffing him back there.  But I was looking at it from the inside now.  And now I could see that this wasn't just a streak, there was a little more.  A little clump of poop, half the size of one of my fingernails, stuck to the soft cotton material.

Now you are probably going to think I lost my mind, being turned on by a little clump of wayward poopy, parked in the underpants of a five year old boy who was laying, still naked, in my bed.   Especially since twelve hours before I was revolted as I had watched Butch devour a "brownie" and then found myself with my own mouth affixed to Matt's butthole while he filled me with his nastiness.  But this wasn't Jimmy's turd.  And it darn sure wasn't Matt's either.  It was Adam's.  And do you remember at the very beginning of my story when I talked about how, in a little boy's mind, being subjected to these unnatural acts sometimes makes them seem normal?  Well this was one of those moments.

I wanted that little piece of poopy.  Heck, I wanted an entire loaf, but would settle for this little present that Adam had unknowingly delivered to me.  So I gently scraped at it with my fingernail, just prying it loose from the fabric it was squished against.  I pressed my face close, lapped at it one time with my tongue to moisten it slightly, then scraped the little morsel with my upper teeth, allowing it to fall onto my tongue.

I wish I could say my mouth came alive with a burst of wonderful flavors.  Heck, I wish I could say I tasted much at all.  I didn't.  As it melted on my tongue, I sucked ever so gently waiting for an explosion of delight.  Unfortunately, I was able to taste only the slightest hint of bitter flavor, ever so mild.  Either Adam's poop was tasteless (it wasn't, heck I had licked his leftover poop streaks from his butt weeks before so I knew better) or the piece I pried from his underwear had lost it's taste from sitting there so long.  Either way, I was a little disappointed.  And as I lifted his legs once again to slide his underwear on, I hoped that someday I would have a chance to taste something fresher.  Something straight from Adam.  Adam's sweet, right from the oven "brownie".  And that one, I promised myself, I wouldn't be spitting out.

When I woke up the next morning, I was staring straight into the smiling face of Adam.  "It's about time, sleepy head" he said, laughing.  I pulled his body next to mine and began tickling his ribs, sticking my face into his soft hair and breathing in the delicious smells of this wriggling boy.  Settling down, he snuggled in close as I cupped his little butt cheeks in my hands.  Adam put his lips to mine and we shared an early morning kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips and wiggling in my mouth.

I really wanted to use my tongue on him, between his legs, to taste his fresh morning flavors.  But I was a little worried we might get discovered, so we eventually hopped out of bed in search of breakfast.  Dad's door was closed so I assumed Barb had spent the night.  I giggled to myself at the thought that maybe she had gotten the mouthful of "cum" that I no doubt would have been swallowing had she and my dad not gone out on a date.  

As we sat eating cereal, chatting about stupid kid stuff, I found myself fixated on Adam.  Darn was he cute, slurping up his milk from the bowl, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.  And his gorgeous smile and that thick, beautiful, wavy brown hair.  Even when he farted in his chair, giggling as he did so, I had to resist the urge to bend down and stick my nose between his legs, just to get a whiff of him.

After breakfast we went to my bedroom to get dressed.  I couldn't resist a quickie suck job, so I closed the door, slid his underpants down and, getting on my knees in front of him, pulled his groin into my face.  I made quick work of it, still fearful that dad or Barb might be waking up at any moment.  Taking his peepee and balls into my mouth all at the same time, I did a power suck and pretty quickly Adam was squealing his orgasm.  Afterwards I spun him around, licked his rear opening for a few seconds (no flavors, darn it!) and we got dressed.

Dad came out a few minutes later and started the coffee.  Barb also appeared within a few minutes and they were soon eating their own breakfast.  I listened in from the livingroom as they made plans for another date the next week.  Woo hoo!  Hopefully I could babysit Adam again.  Life sure was looking up.  Isn't it amazing how quickly it can change for the better?  Unfortunately, I would soon find out how quickly it can also change for the worse.

End of part 10.
To be continued.
