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 13

The ride home the next morning was quiet and uneventful.  Dad, as usual, didn't discuss the happenings of the day before and instead spent most of his time on the cell phone.  I spent the time day dreaming about Adam, occasionally thinking back to the final few hours with Sasha and Dima.

The three of us had fidgeted back and forth on the couch watching cartoons for around half an hour or so.  Sasha eventually settled in Dima's lap at one end and I sat at the other. Sasha was sitting sideways, his legs stretching across the couch with his feet in my lap.  I watched as Dima placed his hand in his little brother's groin and was absentmindedly stoking the little stiff peepee there.  Sasha giggled when he saw me staring and lifted one of his feet to my face.  

"Suck my toes" he said in his thick accent as I grabbed the little foot and took a sniff.  Detecting nothing more than the slightest of little boy foot smells, I licked across the clean, fleshy bottom and popped the big toe in my mouth and started sucking.  "That tickles" Sasha said as he wiggled the toe back and forth in my mouth, causing it to eject itself.  "Do more" he asked, shifting his angle ever so slightly.  

I ran my tongue between each of the delicate little toes, licking and slurping as Sasha giggled and squirmed.  As he did so, I found myself staring at the soft, fleshy valley between his legs.  I eyeballed the crease underneath his little ballsack and down to the plump mounds of his bottom, which was parked right on top of his older brother's peepee and ballsack.  

Finishing my oral manipulations of his toes, I lifted his leg and leaned towards him, using my tongue to lick my way down the underside of his leg, through the fleshy part of his thighs, and right down to his stiffness.  Dima, who was still rubbing Sasha's peepee, moved his hand away as I opened my mouth and I sucked my way right down to the base.  "Oh, oh" Sasha cried out as I immediately began sucking as hard as I could and allowed my tongue to snake down to lick at the tiny ballsack below.  

"Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh" Sasha continued as his hips started lifting ever so slightly.  As Sasha's hands grabbed my head, his leg, now draped across my back, stiffened, I kept sucking away.  "Oh, uh, uh, yes" he panted as he lifted even higher and cried out one last time before his hips collapsed back onto his brother's lap.

The whole sucking episode had taken less than two minutes and as I released Sasha's little peepee from my mouth, I knew I wanted something more.  Shifting myself around so I was now kneeling on the floor in front of the two brothers, I lifted Sasha's left leg and began licking down below his ballsack, down towards his butthole.  It was clean and tasteless, the pink ring of flesh tightly closed, but flexing as I swirled my tongue around the puckered opening.

Dima's peepee, which was stiff and poking into one of Sasha's plump buttcheeks, suddenly shifted so that it was now up in the butt crack, the tip right below Sasha's butthole.  This position made it easy for me to use my mouth on both boys at once, and so I began switching back and forth, licking Sasha's hole, then sucking Dima's peepee, then back to the butthole again.  Up above me the two brother's were giggling at my eagerness and behind me I could once again hear the "click, click" of the camera as Mr. Frish was apparently taking more pictures.

After a few minutes of switching back and forth between the two brothers, Mr. Frish leaned over and said "Here, do this".  He then reached between his son's legs and grabbed Dima's peepee.  He guided the stiff, slender tube until the tip was positioned right at Sasha's butt opening.  Slicked with my spit, he swirled the tip around the pink flesh before forcing it inside the tight hole.  "Oh, oh" both boys uttered at the same time, just as Mr. Frish forced about half of the peepee up inside.  Removing his hand, he directed me to "Suck the balls" which I did as Mr. Frish returned to his camera and began clicking away.  

I was still holding Sasha's leg up, licking at Dima's ballsack and could see Dima's peepee parked just inside his brother's butt.  Both boys were making little moaning sounds and although I couldn't see it, I could tell from the wet sounds above that they were kissing.  Both boys were squirming and as they did so, Dima's peepee was slipping back and forth inside Sasha.  "Click, click" I heard as Dima's ballsack started to tighten in my mouth.  "Click, click" some more as Dima's legs started shaking and his squirming became more like frantic thrusts.  

Soon, Dima was making some excited comments in his foreign language as his hips thrust up, driving his little spear deeper into Sasha's bottom.  After the third thrust, he held himself tight.  By now his balls had fallen from my mouth and I watched in awe, as right before me, right before my very eyes, I witnessed the exchange.  Dima was squirting his "cum" from his balls right inside his little brother's butthole.  Of course I couldn't actually see the squirts, but I had no doubt that they were taking place.

Time seemed to stand still for just the briefest of moments.  Even the clicking camera was silenced and I heard Dima release one long breath as he eased his hips back down on the couch.  As he did so, his peepee slid from his brother's butthole and began to soften.  It looked a little red and there was a string of "cum" at the tip, which was now covered by the extra skin.  Still holding Sasha's leg, I leaned down and put my mouth on Dima's peepee, sucking it in and cleaning away the remaining wetness of his orgasm.  

"Click, click" I again heard behind me as Mr. Frish directed me to "Clean out the hole".  Releasing Dima's wilted peepee, I shifted back to Sasha's butthole, which had a little string of "cum" leaking from it, but which was now tightly closed again.  As I leaned forward to lick at the "cum", I assumed that Dima's slender peepee hadn't been wide enough to create the opening that I had received when I had been "butt fucked" in the past.

The "cum" was sweet but had more of a poopy flavor.  Not really strong, but enough so to notice.  When I pushed my tongue against the opening, I found that it slid right in without much resistance.  There was more of the flavored "cum" just inside and as I swirled my tongue around, it ran down into my mouth.  "Click, click" I heard as I pushed my tongue farther inside and the hole opened more.  The "cum" was more abundant now and I had to swallow a few times as it continued it's gooey decent into my mouth.

And so there I was, my mouth glued to Sasha's butthole, slurping his older brother's runny, poopy flavored "baby juice" from inside, when my father decided to awaken from his nap and join us in the room.  I could have died right there when I suddenly heard him tell Mr. Frish "I told you he was a shit eater didn't I?"  Instead of correcting him (I hadn't eaten any shit, it had just been pooped into my mouth) I just closed my eyes and sucked away, wishing inside that I could crawl inside the little hole and hide.

"He had a kid crap in his mouth just the other day" dad said, apparently oblivious to my mortification at this revelation.  "Maybe Dima and Sasha might like to take a shit?" he continued as I fished the last of the "cum" from Sasha and pulled my mouth away.  "You know" Mr. Frish said, "you can make some good money with a scat film".  "Really?" dad replied, a little too excitedly for my liking "How much money?" he added as I turned my head and flashed a disgusted look at him.

Well Mr. Frish must have sensed my embarrassment because as he looked at me he said "It could be worthwhile, but these guys have had enough today.  Let's get some dinner instead".  I was relieved as Sasha jumped up and said "Yes, I am hungry, lets get pizza" and he ran to fetch his clothes.  "OK, I guess so" dad said, half dejected.  He then added "But if one of the boy's decides later he wants to feed some recycled pizza to Bryce, that would be alright".  Then he laughed.  "Recycled pizza" I thought to myself.  Man is my dad becoming a jerk.

Fortunately, dinner was great and we three boys were allowed to be just that.  Boys.  We went to a pizza place that had some video games and after dinner we spent quite a bit of time playing as the two dads talked to each other.  The whole poop eating was never mentioned again and when we got back to the hotel we said our goodbyes and went to our separate rooms.  Before we parted, Sasha told me he was sorry if the spanking hurt me and promised that next time I could spank him.  I laughed as he said that and leaned over a gave him a little kiss on those bubblegum lips.  Back in our room, dad stripped, had me suck him real quick, then rolled over and went to sleep.

When we got back to the house, I asked dad if he was going to see Barb anytime soon.  "You really like that Adam, don't you?" he asked.  "He's my friend" I responded, not really sure where this was going.  "Well he seems like more than a friend.  You were mumbling his name in your sleep last night and your dick was stiff as a nail.  The other morning as I walked past your bedroom door I could hear you sucking and him squealing so I know you guys were getting it on.  You can't deny that.  He ever crap in your mouth?"  "Dad!" I shouted.  "No, he has never crapped in my mouth and I didn't like it when Matt crapped in my mouth.  I only did it because I had to.  Don't be a jerk."

Well, dad wasn't too pleased with that response.  Although I thought he was a jerk plenty of times, I had never actually called him one before today.  The smack to my face was so fast that I never saw it coming.  It hit with such force that I saw stars.  "Don't ever speak to me that way" he yelled.  "I saw you eating Sasha's shitbox like it was a smorgasbord and nobody forced you to do that, so it can't be that bad.  And I can make a lot of money with a video of you munching a turd out of another kid's ass.  So get ready cause it's going to happen sooner or later.  Now get your ass in your room."

I walked to my room, rubbing my sore face and fighting back tears.  Sitting on my bed I silently cursed all these people who had caused this distress.  My father, of course, for making me go to the Jarkot's.  Mr. Jarkot for showing the stupid "Brownie for Butch" movie in the first place.  And of course Matt for being so sick that he actually took a crap in my mouth.  Why had those things happened to me?  What had I done to deserve to be treated that way?  

Equally confusing to my ten year old brain was my feelings for Adam.  Why was I not repulsed licking his dirty butthole or at the thought of eating his turd?  Heck I had even scraped a little piece of poopy out of his underpants and swallowed it.  Why was that different?  And dad was right.  I had pushed my tongue right up Sasha's "shitbox" and drank down Dima's poopy flavored "cum" without a second thought.  And even though I had been embarrassed by my father's comments at the time, I knew deep inside that the thought of Sasha crapping in my mouth had caused a little tingle in my peepee.  Was I sick inside?  This couldn't be natural.  Could it?  

As I lay down on the bed, drifting off to sleep, my hand rubbed against the stiffness in my pants and I envisioned Adam, squatting above my face.  He was naked.  His butthole was flexing and just inches from my open mouth.  I could see it start to emerge.  The tingling in my groin was growing as the tip emerged.  "A brownie for Bryce".  The words flashed in my mind as the tingles grew and my hands frantically pawed at my clothed groin.  My orgasm overtook me as I saw myself leaning in, my mouth open and ready to receive Adam's butt offering.  I cried out in shame and ecstasy and things went black.

I woke up from my nap to the sound of voices from outside my bedroom.  I didn't figure I had been asleep too long.  I was happily surprised when I wandered into the livingroom and saw Barb and Adam were visiting.  "Hi sleepy head" Adam peeped as he ran over and gave me a hug.  "I thought you were going to sleep all afternoon" my dad said.  "Why don't you and Adam go play in your room so Barb and I can visit" he added, slapping Barb on the butt as they walked to his room.  She giggled like a little girl and he turned and winked at me as he closed the door.

Oh well, I thought, maybe I wouldn't have to suck him tonight.  But even better, Adam was here and he quickly grabbed me by the hand and led me to my room.  He was looking really cute with a pair of snug blue shorts, the kind with the elastic waistband, a t-shirt and no shoes.  We hopped on the bed and chatted for a bit and I asked him if he had seen Devin at all.  Adam told me that he had been at Devin's house the day before and they had played together all day.  "He didn't buttfuck you did he?" I asked.  "Nope" Adam replied, shaking his head.  He then meekly added "But you can check if you want" as a little shy smile crossed his lips.

Well I did want to check him.  Not because I didn't believe him of course, I just wanted to get him naked.  "OK" I said, "Roll over and lay on your stomach".  Adam rolled over and as he did so I took my pillow and slid it under his groin, which caused his butt to stick up a little.  I reached up and grabbed the waistband and, with a little help from Adam as he wiggled his hips, pulled the shorts down to just above his knees.  

Adam wasn't wearing any underwear.  I was a little surprised.  Up until he turned five, all Adam ever wore was underwear and now he wasn't wearing any at all.  I guessed he must have been taking after Devin.  So anyway, when the blue shorts came down, there before my eyes were two soft, snowy white plump mounds of Adam flesh with a crack right down the middle, parted just enough to accent the curves of his bottom.  

I sat on the bed behind him and, like a doctor performing an exam, I leaned my face over the object of my desire, grabbed the soft flesh with my hands and pried the cheeks apart.  "How does it look?" Adam asked, turning his face to the side.  "Wait a minute, I can't tell yet" I replied.  And I couldn't.  Really.  The hole was hidden by a bunch of brown poop that was clumped around the tiny opening.  Leaning in a little closer, the smell became a little stronger.  Poop smell.  Adam's poop smell.  Surprisingly, although there was quite a bit of the stuff stuck to his butt, the smell wasn't that bad.  Oh it did smell like poop, but it didn't seem to be overpowering or nasty.  It was, after all, coming from Adam.

This dirty surprise gave me an idea.  I didn't have to eat a full turd to get a taste of the stuff.  Maybe this little bit would be a sample for me to see if I could actually eat it without chickening out.  "I have to clean you up a little" I told him as I leaned in, "try not to make any noise, ok?"  (I sure didn't need him squealing and risk my dad or Barb hearing us).  "OK" he replied and shifted his hips up just a little, bringing his bottom a little closer to my face.  

I pushed my face in between his cheeks.  I had no hesitation at all as my tongue hit the warm, dry flesh beneath his hole.  Licking straight up, I felt the little clumps transfer from his flesh to my tongue.  Adam let out a whispered "oooohhhh" as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and allowed the flavors of his butt waste melt in my mouth.

It tasted good.  Ok, maybe not good like a piece of candy, but it definitely didn't taste bad.  It's kinda hard to describe, maybe a little bitter, but a unique taste.  A little stronger than the poop smears I had tasted on Adam in the past, but nowhere near the nastiness that Matt had crapped in my mouth.  Looking down and seeing more chunks, I leaned in again and licked away at the tiny hole, slurping in the leftover clumps and quickly realizing that I was getting turned on by the fresh tastes of Adam's poopy.

As I continued my licking, the pinkness of his little ring came to the surface and I used my hands to pull his cheeks even father apart.  The hole opened just a tiny bit, not as much as before so I assumed it was getting smaller now that it wasn't being pumped by Devin's peepee anymore.  There were still traces of brown deeper into the swirl of pink flesh and I pushed my tongue tightly into the hole and licked away at those also.  Adam was trying to keep quiet but was having a hard time.  He was ewwing and ahhing through the entire process and his legs were squirming so much I thought he was going to bounce off the bed.  I was having a great time.  

After thoroughly cleaning all of the leftover poop, I licked all around, from the base of his ballsack to the tip of his little butt crease.  I finally finished off by putting my mouth lips tight against his butt lips and gently sucked the ring of flesh.  Fantasizing in my mind that the turd that I knew had already vacated, leaving behind the little chunks I had just swallowed, was still waiting inside.  That somehow my gentle sucking would deliver the brown mass to my lips, my tongue, my mouth.  Unfortunately, I knew there was nothing hiding inside.  So after a minute or so, I pushed my tongue as far inside the moist tunnel as it could go, and as Adam lost his battle of silence and cried out, this time really loud, I pulled back and, fearful that he had been heard by my dad, quickly yanked his shorts back up.

"That felt really good" Adam said as he rolled over on his back and giggling, pointed to the little tent in the front of his shorts.  I giggled myself as I reached over and grabbed the little peg.  "Was it really dirty back there?" Adam asked as I massaged his stiffy through the thin material of his shorts.  "A little bit" I said.  "I'm sorry" he relied, getting a little red-faced, "There wasn't any toilet paper on the roll when I went poopy a little bit ago so I couldn't wipe".  Ah, I thought, so it was pretty fresh.  "That's ok buddy, it wasn't bad.  I kinda liked it."  "Really?" Adam asked, his cute little nose scrunched up, "you liked it? My poop?".  Now it was my turn to get embarrassed.  "Well it wasn't a whole turd, it was just some leftover" I said, "besides, I like you so much I don't think anything from you would taste bad."  "Thanks" Adam replied as he leaned up and gave me a big hug.  I hugged him back, squashing my face into his thick brown hair, smelling his sweet freshness and wishing everything could feel this good.  

End of part 13.
To be continued.
