My Best Birthdays Ever By Antonio Green Auto42376091@hushmail.com
Bb, Mb, incest, ws, mild scat, non, cons.
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Best Birthdays Ever -- Part 7 Playing Till It Hurts
From Chapter 6
I grab Daddy's semi-hard 8-inch pole and Uncle Mark's 7-incher. They start almost at the same time. Hot, wonderful, strong piss gushes from the two men I love the most. I wash myself with their wet heat and aim toward my mouth--two man cocks. Two gushing, fat man cocks. They lean forward and press the tips of their cocks into my mouth. I gulp as fast as I can but I'm not fast enough. Piss washes from my nose and oozes from around my lips. But I drink and drink more piss than I've ever had in my almost eight years. My feast goes on for a long, long time. But it's over all too soon. My two men--Daddy and Uncle Mark--both sit back on their feet.
Uncle Mark looks at me. "I think this changes a lot. Don't you, Jim?"
My Daddy grins and nods his head.
"Daddy, will you please fuck me?" I begged, my blond hair lying in a large puddle of pee. "Please. I need it so bad. And you, too, Uncle Mark. Please?"
Daddy sat quietly for a minute then shook his head. "One day, Trent, we'll both fuck you. But you're not ready yet. If we did it now, we'd damage you. Have patience. We love you and don't want to hurt you. But trust us, we'll get you ready. Someday we'll do it."
"But when, Daddy? When?"
NOW ON TO CHAPTER 7
I sat up and once again reached for the two things I wanted more than anything at that moment. My Daddy's cock in my right hand. My Uncle Mark's in my left. I softly rubbed the tips against my cheeks. At first their last drops of pee smeared my face, but soon the slick wetness was replaced by sticky ooze. I recognized the smell. It was a lot like Patrick's spunk but so much stronger smelling. And it wasn't shooting out like Patrick's did.
"Daddy, why do your penises drip like this? Is this how men do it? You know, cum?"
"No sweety," Daddy said. "It's called pre-cum. It drips out when we're sexually excited."
"You're excited now? Both of you?"
"Very!" Uncle Mark coughed. "Keep it up and you'll get more than you bargained for."
"I want it." I rubbed the two drooling pee holes against my lips. Stronger, so much stronger tasting than Patrick's. So much better.
"Daddy, Uncle Mark said you and him are getting married soon. Is he like the mommy?"
Daddy looked at me strangely. "What do you mean, Trent?"
"When I came into your room last night you had your penis in his poop hole. You were intercoursing him like in the books you've shown me with mommies and daddies. It's like you were the daddy and he was the mommy."
Uncle Mark laughed. "No, baby. We both like to intercourse. And I know you know the words. It's okay to say `fuck.' We both love fucking each other."
I slipped the tip of Daddy's cock in my mouth and sucked out a big wad of the pre-cum stuff. Then I did it to Uncle Mark. He moaned really loud.
"So you're both like the daddy, right?" I asked when I released my uncle's cock head. "So, can I call you Papa Mark instead of Uncle Mark?" I slipped his whole cockhead back into my mouth.
He pushed me away abruptly. "Hold up there, baby. Yes, please call me Papa Mark. I'd love that. But you almost made me cum, sweety. The first time's gotta be your daddy, though."
I smiled up at my Papa Mark. I opened as wide as I could and got the head of Daddy's cock in my mouth. It was like sticking a whole, small plum in there. I know because I did that once when I was feeling goofy. Then I forced a couple more inches in. I gagged and pulled back a bit. I wanted it all but knew I couldn't At least not then. So I began licking all around the head.
Daddy moaned really loud. So did Papa Mark, I guess cuz he liked what he was seeing.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet little Trent," Daddy muttered. "That feels so good. Mark and I have fantasized about this for a long time. But after we played `Trent games,' I tried to pretend I didn't. Now I'm doing it for real and I'm so glad we are. I'm getting close, little guy. I'll let you know before I shoot so you can pull off, baby."
I shook my head. I didn't want to pull off. I wanted him. I wanted everything he could give me. I shook my head again and sucked and licked even faster.
"I can't hold off any longer, baby. Tell him, Mark. Tell him to pull off. I'll drown him."
"He wants it, Jimmy. He really wants it. Give it to him. You won't drown him. He'll pull off before then. Give Trenty what he wants."
I don't know if Papa Mark's words encouraged Daddy or if it was just timing. But just as Papa Mark finished talking, I felt Daddy's cock stiffen even more. He pushed in slightly and it began throbbing.
"Awwww motherfucker. Shit. Fuck. Goddamn. Awwwwww shitttt fuckkkk take it my little cocksucker!"
I'd gotten used to Patrick's cumming in my mouth the few times he'd done it. When he did, it's like his penis squirted out his spunk. Daddy's cumming was way harder, way stronger. The first volley shot right to the back of my throat. I think I swallowed it without thinking but I'm not sure. Then it all got flying out of his cock and into my mouth. So strong. So thick. I was tasting Daddy like I wanted to. I couldn't swallow fast enough and I felt it go up the back of my nose. It felt like I was going to drown, but I kept swallowing. Finally Daddy collapsed away from me, his wonderful, hot Daddy cock still spewing his wonderful hot Daddy jizz all over my face.
I looked over to Papa Mark. He was flailing away at his hard-on like a mad man. I knew he wasn't going to last long so I scuttled around and pushed my mouth over his drooling tip. Two more strokes and he exploded into my mouth. His jizz tasted almost like Daddy's only a little sourer. One shot was all I got, though. His jacking on himself pulled his cock from my mouth and it spewed its huge load all over my face.
"Oh shit!" Papa Mark yelled. "You gorgeous, cocksucking, daddy-sucking little piss boy. Oh fuck I love this. Fucking take it, Trentster, our cocksucking little faggot."
I think he sprayed me on purpose. But that was okay because I got to taste it and I liked the feeling of all his hot, sticky splooge squirting on my skin. Instinctively, I knew that he was marking me. Daddy fed me; Papa Mark was marking me. I was theirs now. They'd both marked me with their pee. Now I had my Papa's cum splattering on me. I opened my mouth and let some of it drip into my mouth.
As Papa Mark spattered my face and yelled, I felt my Daddy's mouth engulf my hard little nail. Daddy was sucking it. Daddy was cocksucking me. He was cocksucking his cocksucking little faggot. Usually when Jamie and Chrissie and I suck each other it takes time to get all heated up enough so we cum. Not this time. Just about the instant I felt Daddy's lips close on my hard pecker, I could feel the feeling building in me. He was swirling my 3 1/2 incher around in his mouth, rubbing it crazily with his tongue, sucking it like it was a straw and he was trying to suck my sexiness right out of me. I felt his finger back there, touching my hole, tickling it. If he'd pushed it in--oh how I wanted it deep in me--it would have hurt with all the damage I'd done back there. But he knew just how to tickle and rub softly.
I don't know how long I lasted, but I know it wasn't long. Papa Mark's warm, wet cum splattering all over me. Daddy's warm, wet mouth sucking my dickie. The tingly, tickly feeling on my poohole. I started shivering, jerking, flopping around. My dickie started throbbing crazily and pee squirted out of it. Not much since I'd already peed, but enough where I thought that this maybe was how Patrick felt when he squirted.
Patrick: For all the wonderful feelings enveloping me, a small corner missed my 12-year old rapist. That small corner ached for him, not just because I wanted him to like me, love me, but because I wanted him to feel the love and joy and tremendous sexual fire I was feeling at that moment. I pushed those feelings down, deciding to ask my two newest lovers how to make it happen...but later. Right now I rode my orgasm as Daddy pulled off only to have a tickly mustached mouth replace his. I know I must have squirted some pee on Papa Mark's face, but he didn't seem to mind. I know I didn't.
Where Daddy's mouth had almost attacked my dickie, Papa Mark's mouth caressed it. That's the only way I can describe it. It was a soft, warm caress. His tongue hugged the full length of my flesh tube. At that moment, I learned that Papa Mark was an expert at what he did. He's the best cocksucker I've ever had wrapped around my dick--including my Daddy. Papa Mark let me soften slightly, then with magical, slow, intense movements brought me back up to full hardness. No, beyond full hardness. My dickie felt like it would rip through its skin. Daddy leaned down. His lips touched mine. His tongue played lightly between them, then gently pushed inward. Daddy kissing me. Papa Mark sucking me. Daddy's finger tickling, touching my rear hole so gently. I loved the gentleness. It made me feel so special and so horny. At the same time, I wanted them to be rough with me, to go faster, harder, deeper.
You know how in some stories they'll say something like "he sucked me for seven minutes and then I started to cum." That's bullshit. When you're having a good suck job--and the one I was getting right then was the bestest suck job in the world!--you don't know how long it is. All I knew was I was at the very edge of exploding once again and me and my dickie seemed to sit there for a long time. Then, while Papa Mark's mouth worked its magic, and Daddy's tongue was dancing inside my mouth and mine inside his, I felt Daddy's slippery finger push inside me slowly. Yes, it hurt from all the stuff I'd done to it. But it was Daddy inside me. My Daddy! And then...then he pushed my boy button.
"OH FUCK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. My dickie pulsed and throbbed and jumped and tried in vain to shoot out cum it couldn't make.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" I chanted in time with each pulse of my dry cum. Daddy's tongue pulled out of my mouth and next thing I know there's a new mouth on my squirming dickie. Daddy's sucking it and now Papa Mark has my balls swirling around in his mouth. I can hear a steady thwap, thwap, thwap coming from two places and as my cumming slows down a bit I can see through the haze two huge man cocks being beaten to submission by two large hands. I can feel my orgasm slow and start to fade. Thank god. I don't think I could have taken any more. Then another, harder poke at my boy place. And another and another. And another. Painfully hard, painfully horny. My orgasm builds once again. I'm screaming and crying and laughing all at once.
"Fuckin' fuck me Daddy. Fuck me, Papa. Fuckin shittin fuckin pissin shittin poopoo peepee caca shit motherfucker whore faggot cocksucking shit fuckers!" I can't believe the filth spewing from my mouth but it must have done something to the two men I love so much. They're both shooting their hot jizz all over my face, my chest, my tummy. All over ME...their sexy little boy.
I'm gasping for air and my head's swirling. Time around me seems to stop. The finger in me pulls out gently; I grab the arm and look through squinted eyes. Two fingers, not one. My Daddy's fingers. I pull them toward me. They're slick and tinged light brown but not nasty. I pull them into my mouth and suck on them like a titi-baba. So good tasting. My eyelids droop and close slowly, gray enveloping the warm feelings I'm floating in.
I'm gently rocked awake. Daddy is holding me in his arms like a little baby. Papa Mark stands beside him, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.
"We better get cleaned up, kiddo. What'd you think?" Daddy asks.
"Cleaned up?"
You have semen drying all over your face and hair. We all have dried pee on us. Truth be told, we smell pretty bad. We have to have breakfast, so we should clean up and get dressed first."
I nuzzle into Daddy's chest and sniff deeply. He does stink. I wiggle around in Daddy's arms and bury my head in Papa Mark's chest. He, too, stinks. They both stink of my pee.
"Do we have to?" I ask. "Can't we stay naked and stinky for breakfast?"
"Naked-stinky breakfast," Papa Mark says laughing. "Sounds righteous. Let's do it, Jimmy."
Daddy laughs and pulls me tightly against him.
"I guess so, sweet boy. But we'll have to clean up after breakfast."
As he carries me out of the bathroom, I have him stop by the double sized, full-length mirror. In the reflection, Daddy's holding this almost 8-year old. I know it's me, but the boy looks different at the same time. Something about the incredibly happy looking face. It glows with a deep sense of satisfaction. It looks older than I remember. It's my face and not my face at the same time. And it's crusty with dried cum! My Daddy and Papa Mark's Dried cum. There are even a few places where the cum is still a little glisteny and wet. I twist around a little. One, two, three, four globs of still wet cum sit in my long blond hair.
"Wow!" I say. "Your cum's the same color as my hair."
Papa Mark brings three small towels to the island in our kitchen where we eat breakfast normally and puts them on the seats of the stools. He explains that they're so we don't leave poop marks when we sit down. He also tells me that it's what nudists are supposed to do when they sit down.
"You see, your Daddy and I are both nudists. We spend most of our time nude when you're not around. We're really comfortable being nude. We also belong to a great family nudist club by Kane Lake called Cedar Lodge. We go there separately about once a month with the other one of us watching you. We can't go together very often because we don't like leaving you with Mrs. Rockwell for very long. But we love it when we do.
"So if you're comfortable being naked with us, maybe you could stay naked in the home and be a home nudist. And if you're interested, we could take you to Cedar Lodge."
Still holding me, Daddy sits on one of the stools.
"Would I have to be naked?"
"Not if you didn't want to, Trent," Daddy answers. "But there are quite a few other children there and they're all nude unless the weather's bad."
"Children? Boys and girls?"
Daddy and Papa Mark both nod.
"What if I get a, you know... What if Little Trent..." For some reason I'm all of a sudden embarrassed to say one of the words. They both laugh.
Papa Mark says, "Here you are, totally naked, having just sucked us both off, having just had an atomic cum, and you're shy about saying `boner.' That's okay, Trent. Most of the littler boys--those 10 and younger--spring stiffies all the time. Nobody says anything about it. It doesn't happen that much with the older boys probably because they're more aware of it. But if they do get a hard-on, nobody teases them or anything. We all just acknowledge it's normal."
"Do people do sex there?"
Daddy answers this one. "Not out in front of other people. But there are cabins where adults usually go or places in the tree that are secluded."
"Do kids?"
"We don't encourage it and we don't discourage it either. We just know it's going to happen. It's mostly just touching and masturbation. But we do know that the kids engage in oral, vaginal, and anal sex as well."
"What if you don't want to?" I asked, but it sounded so good and sexy that I did want to. And my rehardened pecker proved it.
"Don't get me wrong. It's not like everybody is having sex all over the place. It's just that people are free to do what they want, even the kids. There's no forcing. If you don't want to, then no one is going to make you. Don't worry."
Papa Mark spoke up. "Looks like our little guy likes the idea. Doesn't he?" He gave a quick squeeze to my peepee tip.
I giggled my response. Papa Mark--boy that sounded so good to me. I'd always felt like he was almost my father, too, since my mother left us and he moved in. I loved watching him cooking. When we'd come into the kitchen, all of our peepees were soft. Daddy's and Papa Mark's were both wrinkled up and smaller than I'd seen them before. But as we talked and Papa Mark cooked, his lengthened and was now hanging beefy and full over his big balls. I glanced at Daddy's. His was the same, a little hard even.
Anyways, Papa Mark served breakfast for us: pancakes, bacon, and juice. They got coffee. I got hot chocolate with marshmallows, real ones not the phony ones that come in some hot chocolate packets. Papa Mark made these pancakes the size of your head for Daddy and him. I got three smaller ones that look like Mickey Mouse. Daddy lifted me onto the stool between Papa Mark and him. It was a super duper breakfast, the best I'd ever had even though it was the same one we had almost every Saturday. And you gotta believe me when I tell you I was soooo hungry. Maybe sex stuff does that to you, I thought.
We didn't talk about the nudist place while we ate, but I kept thinking about it. I'd give my peepee a squeeze every so often. It felt so good to be able to do this in front of the two men I loved more than anything in the world.
Daddy and Papa Mark finished their breakfasts first. I still had the Mickey Mouse ears left. I always did that. I'd eat the big part of the pancakes and leave the ears for last. I was adding more syrup to the ears when Daddy spoke up.
"Honey," he said. I put the syrup bottle down softly. He always called me `Honey' when he had something serious to say. "This morning with you has been the most spectacular thing to happen to me ever. Know what I mean?"
I nodded. "Me, too."
"But as much fun as it was, I don't want you to ever feel you ever have to do anything like it again. Understand? Never."
My answer was instantaneous. I jumped from my stool. I lifted Daddy's dick up and slipped my mouth over it as far as I could.
"I wanna do it forever," I said, but it probably sounded something like `ah wha ahah aslad da' because my mouth was stuffed with big Daddy dick. Daddy didn't need to understand the words to understand me. Papa Mark either. Daddy sighed and his dick hardened totally in my mouth. I hadn't sucked him that much, but I could tell what was about to happen. He grunted and the first shot covered my tongue. I pulled his dick out and let the next three shot--big ones even though he'd already cum--splatter my face once again. Quickly I spun around and aimed his dick so that the next three shots and two dribbles landed right on Mickey's pancake ears.
I licked the last oozes off his dick and spun around and took Papa Mark's hard-on in my mouth. He lasted longer but not much. I swallowed two of his shots--I loved the taste of cum! He grabbed his dick, pulled it out of my mouth, and shot another two right across my nose and then creamed Mickey's ears with like four more thick wads. When he was done shooting, he squeezed the full length of his cock and forced out one more very thick ooze of cum. He caught it on his fingers and fed it to me.
"Yummer-yummers," I said, looking at the remains of my breakfast. Big splotches of man thick man cum swam in the golden maple syrup, some of it dripping down the side of the pancakes. Let me tell you something. It actually was pretty nasty looking. Only a freaky kid would want to come close to it, let alone eat it. I scarfed it all down, every bite of Mickey's ears, every drop of syrup, every splatter of cum. I wish I could tell you the cum was great tasting, but the syrup covered up most of the cum taste. Still, I loved eating my Daddy's and Papa's jizz that way.
I was in super nasty mode. I reached over and grabbed my empty Star Wars juice glass. I had to pee a ton but I was careful and filled the glass about a third of the way. I held it out to Daddy and Papa Mark with my `can't say no' look.
"I'll try not to flood the kitchen floor," Papa Mark said taking the glass. He added his own pee and handed the glass to Daddy. Daddy couldn't stop fast enough and some of his pee hit the floor. I took the glass and swallowed it all in one gulp. We repeated the process. This time Daddy and Papa Mark emptied the glass. When they were done, I knelt down and licked the little puddle of Daddy pee up off the floor. I'm glad Papa Mark keeps the place clean because it only tasted like pee.
I grabbed both their hands and dragged them to the bathroom off the kitchen. This one has a big spa tub. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror as I climbed in the tub. Daddy and Papa cum dripped down my already dried-cum crusted face. They knew what I wanted even without my telling them. I held Papa Mark's dick first. It was soft, long and firm. He put his hand over mine and we aimed it right at my super hard dickie which was sticking up against my tummy. His pee flew out in a big surge and splashed my dickie really hard. It felt so good, almost like I was going to have another orgasm. But I didn't. Just came close. He had a ton of pee, I swear. We aimed it at my chest and tummy. I wanted it in my hair and all over my face but I didn't want to wash the cummies off. Just as he was finishing, I opened my mouth and let the last splashes go in. I closed my mouth, swished the pee around and then pushed my lips against Daddy's lips. I opened my mouth and let Papa Mark's pee flow into Daddy's mouth.
"Give it back to Papa Mark, Daddy," I cried when I backed off his lips. He did as I asked and my two men shared Papa Mark's pee as they kissed. When they were done, Daddy told me to get on my knees like a doggy. I wondered if maybe...but then I knew if Daddy said `no' to fucking me, he'd stick with it. It didn't take long to know what he was going to do. He knelt between my legs. A grunt, a fart, and his stream pushed out as hard as Papa Mark's had. He peed right against my poohole! It tickled, tingled, and a little even got inside. I wanted to hold it inside me, but I couldn't. My hole had been loosened by all the stuff happened to it so my Daddy's wonderful pee squirted right back out.
"Oh Daddy, I LOVE your piss! I mean peepee," I yelled.
Then he was peeing all over my back and neck. So hot. So wet. So really, really stinky. I wished he could totally fill the tub with his pee so I could bathe in it. But I knew he couldn't. His stinky spray slowed then became a few drips. I was kneeling in a small puddle of pee, my Daddy's pee and Papa Mark's pee. I did what any filthy little almost eight year nasty boy would do. I bent down and began licking the pee up like I was a doggy.
"Look at that little piss hound, Jimmy. He's as bad as we were when we were young."
My Daddy laughed. "When we were young? He's as bad as you are right now!"
"Me? You're the piss fucker, dude."
I loved hearing my two men fake argue about being nasty while I lapped up their pee. It tasted different like this, different than it did coming from Chrissy or Jamie's dickies or from Daddy or Papa's cocks. Different than it tasted from a juice glass. But I felt so incredibly nasty doing it that my own dickie ached. I got to one small area that had been under my poop hole. It looked pretty much the same but it tasted different. Finally my tongue got tired and I couldn't lap up any more. I plopped down in the small puddle of pee remaining and humped it as hard as I could.
"Look at my little piss fucker," Daddy crowed. I could feel a few more squirts coming from both sides of me. I guess my two men had a little left. I shivered, smashed my peepee as hard as I could into the remaining pee.
"Help me Daddy," I moaned. "Play with my boy place."
Two hands pulled my cheeks apart. I long, thick finger pushed into my loose hole, curled downward, and stabbed at my little boy pleasure nut. I wriggled hard against the pee-wet tub and rubbed off a good, warm cum. It was a good one, not as strong as the one Daddy and Papa had given me earlier. But it felt so good knowing they were both doing sex with me. Someday, I thought, they'd both be fucking me with their long, fat men cocks. Someday.
I dozed off for a short while then Daddy gave my little boy prostate another poke and pulled out his finger. That woke me up. I stood up. I looked at my reflection in the large full length mirror once again. I was deliciously pee wet. My face was crusty with Daddy and Papa cum. A few wet wads still sullied my face.
"Daddy, Papa Mark, why am I so nasty?"
Papa Mark looked at Daddy. They both looked serious.
"I think it might be time to tell Trent about the study, don't you?" Papa Mark said.
Daddy nodded.
"You want to shower, Trentster?" he asked.
"Can I stay this way, Daddy? At least for a while. I like being this way."
"I agree it's time to tell Trent about the study. Mark, why don't you carry our piss baby into the familyroom. I'll get some plastic for him to stand on until he dries off. And I'll get the DVD."
Study? DVD? I had no idea what they were talking about, but maybe I'd find out why I loved pee, and poop, and poohole play, and sucking, and fucking so much. Maybe I'd learn why I was so different.
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To be continued
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