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 4

A number of years later, when I finally ran into Bobby again, we discussed some of the events that took place that summer he spent with me.  He was deeply apologetic for using me like he did.  But after we talked and he explained his own circumstances, I began to understand how, in his very young mind at the time, what he was doing was very natural to him.  And by then, what Bobby had done to me was among the least traumatic of what I was forced to eventually endure in the coming years.

Bobby explained that, during the summer that he divulged to me the oral activities taking place between him and his brother, him and his father and eventually him and my father, he had left out the parts that dealt with anal intercourse.  He had been deeply ashamed, and reluctant to discuss the fact that his brother, Jason, had been using his butt as well as his mouth.  When I mentioned remembering those brown stains (which would become a very real part of my life as well) in his underpants, Bobby blushed and acknowledged they had been caused by the residual discharge of Jason's "cum", mixed in with Bobby's own feces.

The first time they had engaged in anal intercourse had been shortly after Jason had turned twelve and Bobby had been ten.  Jason was just beginning to squirt "cum" during their oral encounters and, much like Bobby, was insatiable when it came to being pleasured.  Because they shared a bedroom and lived in the same house, Jason had relatively free reign to Bobby and didn't hesitate to use his younger brother for his own enjoyment.  He could just beckon Bobby to his bed, push the younger boy's face between his legs and get his stiffness serviced.

One day, after returning from a sleepover, Jason introduced Bobby to anal intercourse, something he had discovered at the overnighter (apparently the kid he slept over with had a younger brother and the older boy had introduced Jason to the little boy's butthole).  Slickened with only Bobby's saliva as a lubricant, Jason very unceremoniously mounted his younger sibling from the rear, "butt fucked" his anal virginity away, and a new pastime was discovered.  As Bobby recounted the initial episode, he recalled that there was some discomfort during the rutting, but for the most part it wasn't overly painful and he was more embarrassed by the act than anything else.  For Jason's part, he began alternating the use of Bobby's mouth with his ass and a new chapter in their incestuous lives began.

Over time, it was fairly routine for Bobby to serve his brother from both ends multiple times each day.  And whereas the initial couplings with his bottom were relatively easy to keep cleaned, within a few months and beyond, Jason was plugging his brother with such frequency that Bobby became lax about cleaning his anus, swabbing out the "cum" that seemed now to be perpetually leaking from his rectum.  Hence the brown stains that seemed to occupy most of Bobby's underpants.

So Bobby and Jason had been going at it fairly routine for around two years before he arrived at my house that summer.  And while he was still also a frequent visitor with his mouth between his father's legs (he and Jason both) his dad had yet to discover the anal couplings that were taking place between the brothers.  But apparently my dad did notice the brown stains in Bobby's underwear and questioned Bobby about it one night as Bobby was doing his late night sucking.  Bobby reluctantly admitted that Jason had been using him back there.  The next night Bobby found himself face down and laying beneath my father as his bottom was pumped full of "cum" and I was awakened by his scream.

Apparently my father made that trip a few more times before Bobby and his family moved away.  I was asleep during those subsequent encounters and knew nothing about them until Bobby told me during this year's later conversation.  To make matters worse, my father divulged these activities to Bobby's father, who now made Bobby's butt a regular part of their sessions together.  So not only was Bobby having to suck both his father and his brother, he was being used in the butt by both of them as well.  The only "consolation" was that Jason did not escape the butt play from their father.  Bobby described watching from the door one night, much like I had watched him, as his brother lost his anal virginity to their dad, squirming and screaming on the bed.  Turnabout was fair play in the unnatural pecking order I guess.

My butt ached for days following the back to back rapings of my little hole.  I couldn't sit, walk or stretch without being reminded of the double "buttfuck" I had endured.  Thankfully dad actually left me alone for the next three nights and I stayed away from Devin as well.  I was content to just go to school, come home and watch tv and then go to bed.  And while I would see my father in the evenings, our conversations were nothing more than the "normal" everyday encounters we had shared for years.  "How was school" "Did you do your homework" "Make sure the kitchen is clean".  Those conversations that were no doubt taking place in homes all around the world were the same ones in my house.  It was the unspoken, nighttime encounters that were the difference between my "unnatural" family home and other "normal" homes.

On the fourth night after the "attack", dad called me into his room at bedtime.  He was propped up against the headboard, naked and apparently ready to resume our nightly sessions.  I dutifully climbed in between his legs, did my sucking, slurping and gulping and left, thankful he hadn't decided to "buttfuck" me.  The only noticeable difference from before was that dad seemed a little more aggressive than normal, grabbing my head tight as his "cum" squirted into my mouth and pulling me down really tight against his groin.  There was also quite a bit more "cum" that night.  Apparently four days without being sucked had built quite a load.  Afterwards, just like all the prior incidents, we didn't discuss what had taken place.  It was an unspoken part of our lives.

The next Saturday morning I slept in while dad left the house early.  My butt had finally stopped hurting and I had gotten my first good nights sleep in a week.  As I lay there sleeping, I never heard the front door open.  Never knew Devin was even in my house until I felt the full force of his body land on my back.  It knocked the wind out of me and shocked me at the same time.  "What the..." I started to say when I was cut short by fits of laughter, coming both from Devin and his little cousin Adam, who I could now see standing next to the bed.  

"What are you doing?" I asked, turning to Devin.  "I aint seen you in a week, where you been?" Devin replied.  "Besides, you keep asking when Adam is going to visit.  Well, here he is."  And indeed, there he was.  Cute little Adam, with his shaggy mop of thick, brown hair, wearing his usual t-shirt and funtoons underwear that looked quite dirty and a size or two too small.  They were stretched tight around his thin waist and created a cute little bulge where his peepee was parked.  

"I told Adam what we did last week and he wants to watch me buttfuck you" Devin announced, playfully pumping his hips into my butt, which was still covered by my bed sheet.  "He's been buttfucked plenty of times before but aint never seen no one getting it done to them" he continued.  He was still pumping himself into me and Adam was nodding his head, smiling and rubbing himself between his legs.  "I don't want to" I responded, much to the disappointment of cute Adam, whose smile disappeared.  "Come on, it feels good" Devin pleaded, "I even brought my lotion" he added, tossing the plastic bottle on the bed by my head.  "I don't want to" I repeated, rolling to the side and dislodging Devin from my back.  

"OK, how about I do Adam first, and then you" Devin suggested hopefully.  "I don't want to" I said again.  And I really didn't want to.  I had no desire to go through all that pain again.  "OK", Devin said, somewhat dejected, "You wanna watch me buttfuck Adam instead?"  Now it was Adam's turn to protest.  "That's not fair" he whined "You said I wasn't gonna have to get screwed".  Screwed? That was a new one in my book.  I assumed it meant getting buttfucked but it was the first time I had heard it used that way and it sounded funny coming out of someone so young.

Poor Devin was striking out all over and as he rolled off my bed, I could see he was deep in thought.  After an awkward minute or so of the three of us just staring at each other, Devin's smile returned and he turned to Adam as he spoke. "I got an idea.  How about if Bryce sucks you real good first, then he can watch me buttfuck you".  Well, that sure was nice of Devin.  Adam and I both get used so he can get his "orgasm".  How nice of him.  But I did think about it a minute.  I had been wondering what it might be like to do something with Adam, who really did look cute to me.  And as I continued in that thought, I realized my own peepee was becoming stiff at the idea of sucking on Adam and then watching Devin "buttfuck" him.

Before I could answer either way, Adam, who had also stood silent as he pondered the arrangement, spoke first.  "Will he suck me real good?" he asked meekly, addressing the question to Devin, not me.  "He sure will" Devin quickly responded.  "He sucks real good and he will even lick your balls for you" he added rather enthusiastically, not even bothering to see if I was willing to go along with this proposal.  "OK, I'll do it if he will" Adam replied.  They both turned to me.  I wasn't sure what to say.  I mean, here I was, almost ten years old in a couple months and I was being asked to suck on a kid who was five years younger than me.  That really wasn't the way the unnatural pecking order went in my confused mind.  All my experiences to date had been that the older kid was supposed to be sucked by the younger kid, not the other way around.  

But I really was attracted to little Adam.  In my mind, laying in bed at night, I had already been between his legs, licking and sucking his little peepee, which I had only really caught glimpses of from time to time (not unlike his older cousin, Adam wasn't real shy about whipping it out and pissing whenever nature called).  And now I had the chance to do it for real.  The only thing holding me back was the thought of Devin being there.  It was almost as if him watching me, the older kid, sucking the younger kid somehow made it more wrong.  That it somehow made me something that I wasn't quite sure I wanted to be just yet.

They both had eager, hopeful looks on their faces as they waited for me to say something.  Finally, I spoke, almost in a whisper.  "I'll suck him, but you (motioning to Devin) have to wait in the living room while I do it".  "OK" they both responded immediately, almost in unison.  Adam actually clapped his hands together and did a little dance, wiggling his butt back and forth, his underwear stretched tight against the two plump mounds.  Gosh, I thought to myself, I sure hope I hadn't gotten myself into something I was going to regret again.

But I had absolutely no regrets when Devin departed the room and I closed the door behind him.  My own peepee was hard as a rock as I turned to face Adam, who had taken off his t-shirt and tossed it on the floor.  He was staring at me, I guess waiting for some direction.  As he did so, he fidgeted with the little lump in the front of his underpants, which seemed a little stiffer than when I saw it before.  "Why don't you get on the bed?" I suggested, a nervous crack in my voice.  I wasn't sure exactly why I was nervous, heck I had been around Adam enough in the past when he visited Devin.  It wasn't like he was a stranger or anything.  And it wasn't like I hadn't ever sucked anyone's peepee before, by now that was a daily event in my life.  But watching him climb on the bed, his cute little body barely making a dent in the mattress, I was indeed nervous and a little shiver ran through my body as I stepped closer to him.

Adam needed a bath.  No doubt about that.  Looking him over, laying on my white bed sheet, the contrast made it obvious this kid hadn't seen a tub in at least a few days.  His stomach and chest were relatively clean, having been covered by a t-shirt.  His arms, hands and legs though were streaked with dirt, evidence of an active boy outside at play.  His underpants, adorned with cartoon characters, I'm sure had been white at some point.  Now though they were a dingy grey almost.  They were frayed at the edges and their tight fit was further testimony to their advanced age.

Adam had a wide smile on his face as I arrived at the bed.  I reached out and touched one of his thin legs, running my hand down the soft smoothness to his foot.  The bottoms of his feet were far dirtier than the rest of his legs, to be expected I guess from his shoeless travels.  I grabbed his foot, brought it to my nose and smelled it.  There was very little odor, and as he wiggled his toes back and forth, I playfully licked at the big toe, leaving a patch of wet across the bottom that managed to reveal a little of the flesh color hidden beneath the dirt.  Adam giggled and I smiled.

I climbed onto the bed and as I did so grabbed his other foot.  Crawling up, I pushed both legs so they bent at the knees and came apart like a "V" shape.  This opened Adam's groin and stretched his tight underpants even further, the lump of his crotch and the bottom of his butt clearly on display.  I noticed two things right away.  Yellow stains across the front and brown stains in the back.  The yellow stains were very light, which explained why I hadn't noticed them before.  By the way they were spread all across the front, I assumed Adam was a bed wetter (I had seen him pissing plenty of times outside so I figured he wasn't peeing his pants during the day anyway).  The brown mark in the back looked more like a typical skid mark as opposed to a brown "cum" stain.  

Leaning down, I put my face flush against the pronounced lump in his underwear.  The very strong smell of urine confirmed that these undies had in fact been pissed in.  The funny thing was that I was not at all repulsed by the smell.  In fact, I sniffed all around the front, inhaling the stale fragrance, my own peepee tingling even more as I did so.  Turning my head to the right, I licked Adam's smooth thigh right where the leg band of his shorts ended.  I then released his legs, reached up and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, and pulled them down and off, tossing them aside.  

Spreading his legs again, I found myself staring at the very smooth, unblemished, heck downright beautiful groin of Adam.  His peepee, free of the excess skin that Devin's had, was stiff as a nail, around two inches long and as wide around as my thumb.  His little ballsack was a tight pouch of flesh, with a light brownish-pink color that was a slight contrast to the rest of his flesh.  And although I had sucked Bobby, Devin, even my dad before, I had only done so because I had been told to.  This peepee, Adams peepee, I really, really wanted to suck.  And so I did.

Leaning down and popping that little stiffness in my mouth and sliding right to the base, I was in heaven.  Yes, it was dirty.  Yes it filled my mouth with the strongest piss flavors imaginable.  Yes I was the older boy and I should have been the one getting sucked.  Yes to all that, but I didn't care.  I was sucking and slurping harder than I had ever done before, bobbing my head up and down like a piston out of control.    When Adam cried out after a minute or so, I knew he had gotten the tingles of a little kid orgasm like Devin had given me.  I didn't stop.  I couldn't.  I just wasn't ready for it to be over.  A few minutes later, he cried out again, his little butt wiggling, tightly clenched in my hands, his own hands pulling my hair so hard I thought he would rip it out. God how I wished at that moment that Adam had "cum" for me.  That he could squirt sweet "baby juice" into my mouth.  That I could feel the product of his orgasm pooled on my tongue, washing over my teeth before swallowing it down, him becoming a part of me.  But that was not to be. 

When I pulled my mouth off his peepee, he let go of my hair.  But I wasn't done yet.  Mimicking the technique I had mastered when my face was glued to Bobby's groin, I began licking Adam.  All around his thighs, the soft folds of pissy flavored flesh came alive on my tongue.  I licked, sucked and nibbled all around the base of his peepee and down to his tight little ballsack.  Licking all around the sides of his little marble holder, I cleaned away the sweet flavors of fermented Adam urine before ever so gently taking the package in its entirety into my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around the smooth flesh as I sucked away.

As I lay there, my face plastered to the groin of a little soon to be five year old boy, the melodic sounds of his "ohhhh oh oh ohhhhhh" filling my ears, I just didn't want it to end.  And although I should have been repulsed sucking and licking at his very dirty, very private boy parts, I wasn't.  Instead, I wanted to bring him pleasures that he had never experienced before.  I had connected with this sweet, young, innocent boy.  A boy who, very much like me, was a plaything, used to bring unnatural pleasure to someone older, just by virtue of his youthfulness.  There must be something I could do to right the wrongs.  Some pleasure that I could impart that would make Adam feel like he wasn't just an unwitting receptacle for someone else's "cum".

As I pondered these thoughts, still sucking his ballsack, my hands began absentmindedly massaging the two small mounds of flesh that were Adam's ass.  As my fingers dipped into the crease of his butt cheeks, I thought about the pain of the assault on my own butt just a week before.  I was horrified as I imagined what Adam must endure as he lay down, Devin and God only knows who else, stuffing their peepee into his tight little hole.  Thoughts of the suffering of the intrusion and the lingering discomfort that must have followed made me shiver.  

Looking up, I could see Adam's eyes were closed, very gently and peaceful, almost like he was asleep.  His mouth was slightly ajar and a couple times his tongue darted out as he licked his lips.  He was content.  I felt good about that.  But now I was going to do one more thing for him.  I was going to bring him pleasure where others brought him pain.  I decided, in my own not quite ten year old brain, warped as it was by having been subjected to the unnatural advances of others, what I needed to do.  As gross as it sounded, especially on a boy who so desperately needed a bath, I was going to do it.  I was going to lick his butthole.

As I pulled my mouth away from his ballsack, Adam opened his eyes and, looking down at me, a smile spread across his sweet face.  I smiled back and said "Close yours eyes, I'm not finished yet".  His eyes closed tightly but the smile never left his face.  Pulling my hands up, I raised his bottom from the bed.  Placing my thumbs into the crease of his butt, I spread his snow white cheeks and peered inside.

I'm not really sure what I expected to see when I looked down, but I was surprised at what I saw.  I guess, based on what I had experienced so far, I thought I was going to see a cakey mess of dried poop and whatever else might be hiding inside those plump little mounds.  Instead I discovered very little "dirt", just a few light streaks, mostly smeared across the inner fold of one of the "cheeks".  What really surprised me I guess was the actual hole itself.  When I spread the cheeks open, the hole actually opened also.  And although the opening was rather small, about the diameter of a pencil eraser, it wasn't the tightly closed ring that I had expected (Bobby had bent over and opened his cheeks one day because he had wanted me to watch him fart.  I had also looked at my own butthole in the mirror several days prior, after I had been "butt fucked" to make sure nothing was broken back there.  On both of those occasions what I saw was a tightly clenched pucker, not the open hole that Adam had.)  

The other thing I noticed was the ring of flesh right around the hole itself.  It was discolored.  Rather than a pink circle of flesh, it was more of a purplish blue color.  Like the color of a fresh bruise.  I immediately suspected that both of there odd conditions had something to do with Adam being "buttfucked".  That suspicion only reinforced my resolve to bring Adam the pleasure I truly thought he deserved and in my mind I silently cursed Devin for causing this kid the pain that he must have felt.

Pushing my face into the spread cheeks, I took a little sniff.  I could smell a little poop odor but it wasn't as bad as I expected.  There was still a strong smell of dried piss and that was actually more prevalent than the smell of poop.  As the tip of my nose touched against Adam's butthole, I looked up and could see his eyes were open again and he was staring at me, a quizzical look on his face.  I pulled my face back just a bit and said "Please don't fart, ok?"  As much as I wanted to make Adam feel good, I wasn't really keen on getting a face full of stink, which, for some odd reason was my most immediate concern.  He nodded, smiled and closed his eyes again just as I leaned forward, thrust out my tongue, and took a lick.

"Oh" Adam exclaimed as my wet tongue hit his flesh "That feels good".  His squeaky words were just the encouragement I needed and I began taking long licks from the base of his spine, all the way up to his ballsack, amazed really that all I tasted was the dried pee, mixed just a bit with a new, slightly bitter flavor that I assumed belonged to the little poopy smears that were now rapidly fading with each pass of my tongue.  After about twenty of those lollypop style licks, everything freshly cleaned, I turned and sucked the silky soft flesh of the inside of first one, then the other butt cheek.  I actually sucked them so hard I left a little red mark on each one.  "Hicky" wasn't a term I knew at the time, but a "hicky" it was.  Presumably Adam's first, and they were nestled inside the chubby flesh of his sweet bottom.

I then ran my tongue all around the little dilated opening of Adam's butthole.  An even louder "Oh" came from his mouth and he squeezed his butthole tight, momentarily clenching it around my tongue.  I pulled the little cheeks apart and continued licking the hole, eventually pushing my tongue up inside the opening and swirling it around before setting my mouth lips tight against his butt "lips".  I could only assume that Devin had not visited this hole recently, nor was Adam in need of taking a crap, because if either had been the case, the sheer force of my sucking lips against his opening would surely have delivered either cum, or poop, or both right into my mouth.  Fortunately, I was spared from either occurrence.

The sucking of his butthole brought another series of "Oh, oh, oh" sounds from Adam as he began gyrating his hips ever so slightly back and forth across my attentive lips and mouth.  I continued my assault (ass-ault, that's kinda funny thinking about it now) on his hole, sucking ever harder and more forcefully.  "Oh OH, oohhHHHH" Adam exclaimed pushing his bottom tight against my face.  His entire body was stiff and shaking and with one final high pitched squeak, Adam's lower body shook in orgasm and he collapsed back down on my bed.  

At just that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by Devin's voice calling out "Hey, you guys almost done?  Hurry up man, I wanna play."  I looked up at Adam as I climbed from the bed and walked to the door.  He had his eyes closed and looked so peaceful.  "I did it" I thought to myself.  I had really made him feel good.  I had brought him the pleasure that he truly deserved.  As I unlocked the door, Devin charged in asking "What took so long?"  He had a very noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts and I knew he was ready for service.

"Listen Devin" I began, "I don't want you to buttfuck Adam".  Devin shot me a confused look as he responded. "Why not?" he asked.  "Because it hurts Devin" I said.  "I don't think you realize how much it hurts when someone does that to you".  "Yeah" Adam chimed in, sitting up on the bed, "It does hurt.  Why you gotta do that?"  Devin stared at his feet a few moments before muttering "I don't know, it feels good to me".  "Well it doesn't feel good to us" I responded, feeling a little braver than I was.  Shoot, Devin was older and bigger than me and could easily pound my head in and then "buttfuck" me and Adam both if he wanted.  Realizing that was a very dangerous possibility, my brain racing for a solution, I decided to try something that I figured would give him an "out".

"How about this" I suggested, "If you stop buttfucking Adam, I will suck you anytime you want".  Devin thought for a minute while I stood there, hoping, in my hastily devised scheme, I wasn't setting myself up again.  Adam sat quietly on the bed chewing one of his fingernails, a quizzical look on his face.  "Any time I want.  You swear?" he asked.  "I swear" I responded, "but if you break your promise Devin, I also swear that I will tell, and I mean it.  No more buttfucking Adam."  Devin stood thinking a moment later before he said "It's a deal" and stuck his hand out for a "shake".  While we were shaking hands, little Adam said "Yay" and clapped his hands.

As we let go of our handshake, Devin reached over and put his hands on my shoulders.  "I need it now" he said, pushing me to my knees.  I slid his shorts down and went to work.  Apparently Devin really did "need it now" because in less than a minute he was squirting his salty "baby juice" into the back of my mouth.  As I swallowed it down and pulled away, I noticed that Adam was standing next to us.  He had a little smile on his face and before I could stand back up, he threw his arms around my neck and gave me a big hug.  "Thank you" he peeped as I stood, his arms still locked around my neck and carried him to the bed.  "You're welcome" I whispered in his ear "now let's get your clothes on".

That night, my face between dad's legs sucking and slurping, I thought back and envisioned myself back in Adam's groin.  I could almost smell his urine again as I wondered if everything I had gone through, used by Bobby, Devin and my own father had somehow taken place to lead me between Adam's legs.  To my decision to pleasure his butthole after the discovery and realization of what he was enduring.  And maybe, hopefully, the deal I made with Devin would spare little Adam from anymore of that suffering.  And so, as dad started spurting and I started swallowing, I finally felt like I understood why this had all taken place.  Unfortunately, it wasn't over.  Not by a long shot. 

End of part 4
To be continued.
