   Pedo. Same sex male. Incest.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  It Felt Good
   by Pedro Feelya
   
   
   I was eight when the Howell family moved into the old Silva house. They had two boys; Mark and Chris. Mark was two years older than me and Chris was one year younger. They had moved out from the city and weren't used to living so far out in the country. Back then we didn't have satellite or cable. We only received two TV stations. 
   Chris had never had so much freedom and room to play. We quickly became the best friends ever. We never did anything without the other, and there were no secrets between us. 
   Mark didn't like being in the country. He thought he had been sent to hell. He deserved to be sent to hell. Mark didn't want anything to do with us "little" kids, and he never missed an opportunity to be mean or say something nasty. He had gotten a brand new Atari game system for Christmas. He was supposed to share, but as long as we never touched it, he left us alone.
   After a year or so, I found this magazine thrown in the bushes beside the main road. It was filled with pictures of completely naked women. This was better than gold for a nine year old. The only tits I had ever seen were the Africa pictures in National Geographic. 
   I had gotten dozens of stiffies at different times. Usually they were embarrassing. I thought that everybody knew that I had a stiffy. But, when I looked at the pictures in the magazine, my cock would poke straight out, and it wouldn't fit in my pants. 
   That night I looked at the naked women and got a boner. I took my cock out, and when I grabbed it, it felt really good. I rubbed my cock, and that felt even better, but my hand was rough and soon my cock hurt.
   Summer vacations were long and boring, so the next day I couldn't wait to see Chris. We had our very own secret place. Up in back of the barn, in the loft, we had nailed up some plywood and boards to make a fort. No one could see in and the door was only big enough for me or Chris.
   I took the magazine with me and we went straight up to our fort. When I showed it to Chris, his eyes got real big. Soon we both had to shift our pants around to hide our boners. I knew what he was feeling but I didn't want to talk about it.
   That night, I took the magazine to my bedroom and looked at the pictures over and over, while my cock stood straight out and throbbed. I started to experiment rubbing things against it that made it feel good. Things like soft blankets, a silk handkerchief, and a rabbit fur all felt really great. But when I tried some of my mom's hand lotion, it felt so good that I rubbed my cock really fast. The pleasure built up until I couldn't take anymore and my body stiffened up and jerked. It felt like I had just breathed for the first time. I did it again several more times, but each time it took longer to get to that feeling. 
   The next day Chris and I met in the fort to look at the magazine some more. Every hour we returned to the fort to re-examine the magazine. That evening, Chris asked if he could take the magazine home. It was hard to let it go, but Chris was my best friend. 
   That night I just used my memories of the pictures and made myself feel good several times. Mom's hand lotion smelled real pretty, but it was hard to wash the smell away. I knew I couldn't explain it if anybody noticed the smell.
   The next morning, when I met Chris, he wouldn't look me in the face. I knew what he felt so I asked him if he had rubbed his thingy. He began to grin and nod. We started talking about what happened. He had tried different things too. We had stopped being embarrassed and we spent the whole day talking about different things we could try. 
   The next morning when we met, we had just started talking when Chris asked if he could use my rabbit fur. I was kind of shocked. I asked him if I could use his mother's frilly underwear he had stolen. We each went to our rooms to get the things and met back again in the fort. He took the fur and I took the white lacy silk underwear. I couldn't wait to rub my cock with them. Chris looked at me and asked, "Should we?"
   I sort of shrugged, "I guess. Why not?"
   I started to pull down my pants and Chris did the same. We sat where we could see the magazine and turn the pages. I tried not to look at Chris's cock, but I sort of did anyway. It was just like mine but maybe a little bit smaller. The underwear smelled like Chris's mother's perfume and they were soft and small, not like my mother's. Holding her underwear was like seeing her naked. It took a little longer to reach that feeling with Chris there, but it was also more fun. 
   Soon we were trying different things in front of each other and comparing them. By the end of the day we were openly watching each other. We were rubbing ourselves when I commented that Chris held his cock differently. Without asking, he reached over and started rubbing mine the same way. It felt like I was rubbing myself, but about twice better. When Chris rubbed mine, it didn't feel as good, but it was stronger and I jerked harder than before.  I reached over and started rubbing his for him. 
   We were hooked. We would still rub our own, but if we could, we would rub each others. It was better if we took turns. It also helped if we looked at the naked women. That meant we weren't gay.
   A couple of days later, we were experimenting some more, and I was only using spit to rub Chris's cock. I was actually kneeling in front of where he sat. I started to run out of spit and it started to hurt him. I didn't really think about it, I leaned forward and put my mouth over his cock to cover it with whatever spit I had left. Chris gasped loudly. Suddenly, I was horrified at what I had just done. I wasn't a faggot or even liked to look at a cock. 
   Chris was looking at me with wide eyes. Then, he pushed me back onto my back. Before I could try to apologize, he knelt between my legs and sucked my cock into his mouth. Now, I understood. 
   If what we had felt before was a breath of fresh air, this was warm sunshine on a spring day. His mouth was so soft and warm that my cock felt like it belonged there. Then Chris bobbed his head up and down a couple times, and my jerk climaxed and engulfed my body. I couldn't breathe and didn't care. I felt dazed, like I just woke up. 
   Chris was squatting with his pants down, grinning at me like he had won a game. I pushed him onto his back and pinned his legs down. Then I swallowed his hard cock all the way down. I imagined what would feel good on me and swished his cock around in my mouth. Then I rubbed my tongue hard along the bottom of his shaft. He started jerking hard, but I hung on till hell pushed me off. It took him a few minutes to recover. Then he crawled toward me and I did not resist.
   We spent the afternoon sucking on each other's cocks, trying to find what felt best. We even sucked on each other's cocks at the same time. Chris got so good that I didn't even have to imagine naked women before he made me jerk.
   The next couple of days we spent a lot of time in the fort. All we did was take turns sucking cocks. It was great. 
   Then one morning, Chris was seated in front of me with his head tilted back. I was trying to suck his hard cock as far down my throat as I could. 
   "What the HELL!!!!!!"
   I jumped back like I had been bit by lightening. Mark had his head and shoulders in our fort. We had made it adult-proof, but not Mark-proof. He had caught us and we were dead.
   "What the hell are you doing?" He demanded.
   "It just feels good." Chris murmured.
   Mark wormed his way in and stood over us. "You're sucking on each others cocks!"
   We were dead and I felt like an animal in a trap.
   "Why are you doing that?"
   "Because it feels good." Chris was a little louder.
   "It feels good to suck on a cock?" Mark was a little less loud.
   "No!" I said. Then I added, "Being sucked is the best thing in the world."
   "Oh yeah?"
   "Yeah!" My courage was rising.
   "Then suck my dick." Mark's words dripped bitterness.
   Mark was mean and cruel. I couldn't imagine sucking his cock.
   Mark's words became evil. "Suck my cock or I'll tell our parents."
   I had already gotten over that shock. "I'll suck yours if you suck mine." It was a standard children's challenge.
   "Okay, no problem." 
   I doubted he would live up to his word, but I wasn't going to back down from a challenge. "Alright, sit there." Chris got up and Mark dropped his pants and took Chris's seat. 
   I looked Marks cock over. It was a little bigger than ours but hadn't gotten hard yet. There were soft light brown hairs at the base. His balls were bigger and hung down a little. I closed my eyes and sucked his cock in and felt it quickly harden. I knew how to make Chris jerk quickly, and I did the same to Mark. He was long enough that his cock hit the back of my throat and that almost made me gag. It was also harder to swish my tongue around. I bobbed my head, sucked all along the shaft, and slurped around the tip. 
   It took less than a minute. Soon he jerked really hard and stopped breathing. I kept his cock deep in the back of my throat. When he pulled it free, there was a sticky goop in the back of my mouth. I didn't have time to think about that. I swallowed hard. 
   Mark sighed then stood, pulled his pants up, and said, "So long, suckers."
   I was pissed. "Wait a minute, you promised to do me."
   "I'm not a cocksucker." He laughed.
   "I'll tell my parents." I said. It was a really stupid thing to say, but I followed it up, "I'll tell my parents you made me do it. You'll go to jail."
   I had read about people turning white. This was the first time I had seen it.
   Mark gulped hard enough that we heard it. He moved toward me like a zombie. I stood and sat in the seat. I didn't gloat; I just turned my head and waited. 
   I felt his hand wrap around my cock and his breath on the end. I looked down to see his eyes closed and he just put the end in his mouth. He tasted it. Then he sucked in some more. He sloshed it around in his mouth a little. 
   Mark didn't know what he was doing and wasn't very good at it. I felt a crazy swell of pride that I knew more than he did.
   He started to bob his head and I groaned to let him know that it felt good. He tried to do the stuff that I had done to him but he wasn't very good at it. It felt like he was starting to give up, and that would screw everything up. 
   I felt some movement at my feet and leaned over to look down. Chris had crawled between us, and had his head up in Mark's lap. Chris was sucking his own brother's cock. Suddenly Mark started to really work on my cock. Then he bit my cock gently at the base. Only Chris knew about that. Mark was doing what Chris was doing to him. For some reason, the whole situation was too incredible, and my jerk came hard and long. Mark hung onto me like he was enjoying it. 
   When I came back to my senses, Chris was doing his best under his brother, and Mark's eyes were open, but not seeing anything. Then he squeezed them shut hard and grunted like an animal. Chris stopped moving, and then started to crawl out. He stood and I got out of the seat so he could sit in front of his brother. 
   I don't know if Mark was fully recovered yet or not, but he took his brother's cock into his mouth without question. Mark had learned some stuff and started to use it on Chris. Mark looked like he was into this now, but just to be sure I reached under him and gently rubbed and fondled his cock to keep him interested.
   The rest of that day, and the next day, all three of us did regular stuff together, and then we would go up into the fort and do things to each other. We learned that his cock actually squirted a little bit of sticky fluid, but it didn't matter. Mark really wasn't a bad guy, he was just unhappy a lot; and then shared it.
   The next day, we all met at the fort, and started to take turns. Mark had learned fast and was happy to give as much as he could. Then Mark wanted to try something new. He had seen our magazine and was fascinated with it too. But, he had also seen part of a movie that he wasn't supposed to see. A naked girl was lying face down on a bed and a naked guy was lying on her and he was pumping his cock into her. 
   All of the pictures in the magazine showed naked girls with big tits. But being girls, of course, they didn't have cocks. Instead they all had dark hair in a triangle between their legs. We didn't know what the triangle was for. The guy was pumping his cock into her and there was only one hole we knew of in that area. Guys must put their cocks into women's assholes. 
   Mark looked at me. "Do you want to try?"
   "Try what?" I was afraid of his answer. He wanted to put his cock in my asshole.
   "To see if a cock goes into an asshole?"
   Now I was worried. "Why my asshole? What about your asshole?"
   "It was my idea." He said, "And you started all this stuff anyway."
   "But you've got the biggest cock. It won't fit."
   "Have you ever shit a really big turd?" Mark asked.
   I was a little proud. "Yeah, I've shit some really big ones."
   Mark looked me in the eye. "Were they bigger than my cock?"
   I saw his point. My turds were often bigger than his cock and if a turd came out, then a cock could go in. 
   Besides, I was really curious. So far every taboo we had broken had felt really good. I didn't like the idea that he would be fucking me in the butt, but I was already a cocksucker, and I knew how good that felt. If it felt good then we would all be fucking each other. If it didn't feel good then we would stop. 
   I pulled my pants way down and knelt on the floor. The floor was too dirty so I just stayed up on my hands and knees. Mark made a face but got some shampoo a little wet. He rubbed it all over my asshole. It actually felt exciting, scary, and really good. Then he pushed one finger against me. The finger popped in and I let out a whoosh of air. It actually felt really good. All the shampoo made his finger slippery and he could move it easily.
   Mark then wiggled and twisted his finger around inside. I suddenly needed to go to the bathroom, but I felt all hot and excited inside. Then I felt the second finger slide in, and my asshole stretched with a little pain. Now I badly needed to go to the bathroom.
   I told Mark to take his fingers out or I would shit on him. Mark pulled his fingers out and they were covered with brown shit and smelled bad. He wiped his fingers on a cloth and I pulled my pants up and ran for the bathroom.
   I barely made it. I shit what must have been a weeks worth of food. The shampoo must have caused some sort of diarrhea. When I couldn't shit anymore I went back up to the fort. 
   Mark and Chris were playing with each other when I got back. 
   "Can we try again?" I asked.
   Mark looked unbelieving. "Didn't it hurt?"
   "Only a little, but it also felt really good. I'd like to try again."
   I didn't know if Mark wanted to get his fingers dirty, but he was curious too. I assumed the position and Mark pushed more shampoo into my hole. Now the first finger went in real easy and the second one didn't hurt. He wiggled them around until I couldn't stop squirming. The feeling I got just before I jerked was constantly there now, but it didn't make me jerk or even get stiff. 
   Then Mark pulled his fingers out and we were all surprised that they were squeaky clean. His pants were already down and his stiff boner waved in the air. I was nervous but very excited too. He kneeled behind me and pushed his cock against my asshole. It popped in. It hurt so bad I thought I would faint. I actually screamed a little. Mark froze but fortunately didn't pull out. It hurt, but it also gave me a full feeling. I knew I didn't need to go to the bathroom, but it felt like taking a really good shit. It also made my blood and brain burn with excitement and pleasure. 
   Mark started to pullout but I thrust back and drove his cock a little deeper. I felt like I was on the edge of a fantastic climax, but my cock wasn't even hard. I told Mark to keep going, but real slow. He gently began to push in and out, going a little deeper each time. He kept says how great it felt over and over again. 
   The pain was bad, but the edge of the climax was incredible. I was grunting loudly and breathing so fast and deep that I became lightheaded. When I felt Mark's lap press up against my butt, I was ecstatic. His entire cock was inside me. I started to pump back as he pumped in. His pumping became erratic and he was crying out and moaning. 
   I had to have a release from riding the climax so long. I reached down and started pumping my cock as fast as I could. Mark Grunted loudly, grabbed my hips and buried his cock deep inside me, and locked up and started to jerk. This pushed me way over the edge of the climax and I jerked too. For the first time I shot sticky goop.
   As soon as I shot, it didn't feel so good and Mark pulled out. All this time Chris watched us with wide eyes. As soon as we were done he started insisting it was his turn next. I was surprised when he said he wanted to be the one who was fucked, and he wanted me to fuck him. Mark was really exhausted, but my rubbing myself hadn't really satisfied me. I wanted to know what Mark had felt.
   Chris assumed the position on the floor, and Mark pushed some shampoo in his ass with his fingers. Chris agreed that it felt good, but soon had to make a run for the bathroom. When he got back he was happy to get back down on the floor. While he was gone I had recovered a little. 
   I coated his asshole then pushed a finger in. I knew the best place was in the wall toward his front. I rubbed there as Chris squirmed and moaned. The second finger was harder to push in and I did it really slow. Chris squeaked but kept moaning. I kept working more shampoo in and wiggling my fingers until Chris begged for more. I then pushed a third finger in. Chris gasped and bit his breath, but didn't cry out. I hoped this spread him enough. I pulled my fingers out and wiped them. 
   My cock couldn't get any harder. I mounted him and slid the tip of my cock inside him. I had stretched his asshole enough so it didn't really hurt him. I then held his hips and pulled him back toward me. Chris began to push himself onto me then pull forward. I was letting him take me inside. He was so hot and tight inside that I never imagined anything could feel this good. 
   In a few pushes, he had impaled himself all the way onto my cock. When my lap hit his butt, I thought I would climax right then. 
   I then started to push in and out, holding firmly to his hips. Chris began gasping and breathing like I had. Every time I thrust into him I was in danger of climaxing. I didn't want that. I wanted it to last forever.
   I could guess what Chris was feeling inside and I told Mark to crawl under his little brother and suck his brother's cock. Mark must have been feeling really good because he didn't even hesitate. 
   In a few seconds Chris cried out and collapsed down onto his brother. His asshole tightened and clamped down onto my cock as I pushed in. Like Mark had done to me, I involuntarily grabbed Chris's hips hard and thrust in as deep as I could go. I could feel my cock pulsing. This climax made everything seem unimportant and unreal. I thought I would faint. 
   Mark crawled out from under his brother and I leaned back and my cock slipped out. I sat back and had to giggle a little. Chris lay with his face on the floor and his butt way up in the air. He had been freshly fucked and sucked. He rolled over onto his side and grinned happily at us. 
   Mark quietly said, "My turn."
   I helped Chris spread shampoo inside his older brother, and Mark went and cleaned out his insides. When he came back, he was really eager. When Chris tried to put shampoo in him, Mark immediately started grunting and thrusting back against Chris's hand. Chris got almost four fingers inside his brother before mounting him. Mark's asshole was stretched so that Chris didn't need to go slow. Chris shoved his cock in, as far as it would go, and then started pounding fast and hard. I could hear his stomach slapping against his Mark's ass. Mark loved it. 
   I wasn't going to suck Mark's cock since there was still dried shampoo on it, and it had been inside my butt. I wet my hand and began to lather the dried shampoo up and down Mark's cock. Mark climaxed and squirted into my hand. But Chris wasn't done with his brother yet. I let go and Chris continued to pound. Mark continued to grunt and thrust hungrily back against Chris. After several minutes, Chris cried out and shoved deep and Mark grabbed his own cock and immediately squirted again. 
   
   It's been over a year now and Chris, Mark, and I play with each other almost every day. We are still experimenting with everything we can think of.
   I still don't think that we're gay. I would give anything to see a real live naked woman. I can't wait till I get to stick my cock in her asshole.
