This story details the fictional 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
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Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 11
Mr. Frish gave us some soda and we relaxed a bit before my dad finally returned with Dima, who was looking quite worn out. "Bryce was wonderful" Mr. Frish told my dad before asking if everything had gone well with Dima. "Oh yes" my dad responded, "I gave Dima three nice loads and he was incredible". "Very good" Mr. Frish said "and you plugged him afterwards?" "Just like you asked" dad replied. Plugged him? What in the world was that? I wasn't sure at that moment but would find out quick enough.
Mr. Frish began speaking to Dima and Sasha in their language and Sasha quickly jumped off the couch and went and sat in one of the livingroom chairs, leaning forward. Dima gingerly walked over to the chair, slid off his shorts and underwear and presented his butt to his little brother, who giggled as Dima bent over. I soon saw why he was laughing as Mr. Frish walked over and started pulling at something in between Dima's butt cheeks. The angle I was at prevented me from seeing the actual extraction, but when Mr. Frish's hand pulled free of his son, I could see that he was holding a black rubber device, that indeed looked like a "plug". It was flat on the bottom and had a short, tubular end that I assumed had been shoved inside Dima's butthole.
Sasha giggled again, but his emotional display was short lived. He stopped smiling when his father presented the rubber device to Sash's lips and shoved it in his mouth. Again, I am no rocket scientist, but my stomach did a little twist when I realized that the rubber thing had been crammed inside Dima's butt and was no doubt coated with not just Dima's butt residue, but also my father's "cum" that had been squirted in there. Sasha was now sucking on the "plug" like a baby sucks a pacifier. Thankfully (or so I thought at the moment) his father pulled the "plug" out of Sasha's mouth pretty quickly, then tossed it on the floor.
What happened next I guess I should have expected, after all there was Dima still bent over, his butt cheeks right next to Sasha's face, but it didn't fully register right away. In fact, because of where I was sitting, it didn't quite click until after Sasha's face disappeared behind Dima and I shifted myself to the other end of the couch. Dima was holding his butt cheeks open with both hands and Sasha had pushed his mouth to Dima's butt hole and was sucking away.
"I gave Dima three nice loads" I recalled my father saying. Wow. Three loads of "cum" had been pumped into Dima's butthole and three loads of "cum" were now being sucked out of that butthole and into Sasha's mouth. That seemed incredibly gross to me. Sure, I had swallowed "cum" before, and yes I had licked a butthole, even had a load of poop pushed into my mouth. But mixing the both of them together seemed somehow sicker than just one or the other.
Sasha was quite the trooper, no doubt he had done this before. With nary a complaint he sucked and licked and slurped the runny sauce out of his brother's butt. I felt so bad to be watching him do all the work that after the first minute, I walked over and knelt in front of Dima. His peepee had stiffened from the pleasures his brother's mouth was no doubt giving his backside and the bright red head was poking out of the tip of the extra skin. Dima cried out as I leaned in under him and took the stiffness into my mouth and began sucking, mere inches away from the slurping and licking taking place on the other side of Dima's body.
"Wow" I heard my father say just as Dima cried out once again and I felt a burst of salty sweetness squirt to the back of my mouth. Sasha was still slurping away and I swallowed down that first blast just as two more jets of "cum" erupted into my mouth. Dima cried out one final time as the last dribbles of his orgasm pooled onto my tongue. And just as I pulled my mouth away, he released his own buttcheeks and fell forward onto his hands and knees. I was now face to face with a smiling Sasha, so I leaned forward and kissed those beautiful full lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth, my own saliva mixed with the remnants of his older brother's "cum".
"Wow" I heard my father say again as Sasha and I swished the runny juice back and forth, before we finally separated and swallowed. That was really a magical moment for me. Just like the special feelings I had when Adam and I were alone, truly loving each other, this intimate moment with Sasha was really pleasurable for me. I didn't feel like I was being used, just loved. And I wished at that moment that it could always feel that way. Of course, it didn't. My father had to fuck it up.
"Damn that was hot" I heard him say before he abruptly grabbed me by my underarms and hauled me to my feet. "Can we use your bedroom?" he asked Mr. Frish, not even bothering to wait for an answer as he drug me into the room and closed the door. It had all happened so fast, so suddenly that I felt like I was in shock. How had something so sweet turned into this frantic, blurry moment so quick I thought as dad pushed me on the bed and quickly unbuttoned his pants, pushing them and his underwear to the floor.
He grabbed the tube of "K Y" sitting on the nightstand and squirted in onto his peepee, which was stiff as a board. "Dad" I said "What..." "Shut up and lay down" he ordered as he pushed on my back and climbed on the bed behind me. "Dad" I started again but was cut short by his next sentence. "Listen" he said as he manipulated his peepee between my butt cheeks with his one hand as the other pushed down on my back "you are getting fucked, whether you like it or not. If you want to scream and fuss so that everyone out there hears you, I don't care. Now quit struggling or else I'll have one of these boys shit in your mouth like Matt Jarkot did. You want that?"
Damn. He knew about that. Stupid Mr. Jarkot must have spilled the beans. The mere mention of the vileness of that act caught me by surprise and I stopped struggling and just collapsed into the bed. "Good choice, now take it like a man like Dima does" dad muttered as he pushed the head of his peepee tight against my hole and, aided by the gooey "K Y", slid inside. I mashed my face into the pillow and muffled my cries as he continued to push and the fullness of his entry spread inside me.
He did not stop pushing until his hips were tight against my bottom and he was deep inside. Then the pumping began. Very forceful, very intense and almost the full length of his stiffness, his hips "slap, slap, slapping" against me as he rapidly plunged back and forth. Thankfully, he was excited enough that it didn't take much more than 20 or 30 thrusts before he was grinding his groin into my backside and the wetness of his "baby juice" was spreading deep inside me. A warmth that carried no comfort, an unnatural feeling inside me that was a testimony of the unnatural act that was being forced upon me.
Dad collapsed on me as his peepee softened and slid out of my hole. Within seconds, his deep breathing convinced me he was asleep. I struggled to slide from under him, and once I was free I went into the bathroom, cleaned my bottom with toilet paper and then splashed some cool water on my face to mask my red, teary eyes. I then realized that my clothes were in the livingroom and was immediately embarrassed at the thought of having to walk out of the room naked, having just been used by my father. I'm not really sure why I was embarrassed, after all we had all been engaged in some pretty open stuff with each other, so I guess it was just the thought that they all knew I had just been "butt fucked" in such a frantic moment.
Embarrassment aside, I walked into the livingroom. Mr. Frish was fiddling with his camera and Sasha and Dima were sitting on the couch together, rubbing each other's peepee's. When he saw me walk out, Sasha jumped off the couch and ran over to me, his stiff peepee sticking straight out and leading the way. "You are okay?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around me, his stiffness now poking into my upper leg. "Yes, thank you" I replied, hugging him back and running my hands down the soft skin of his back and down to the silky smoothness of his bottom.
"Where is your father?" Mr. Frish asked. "I think he fell asleep" I replied. Mr. Frish laughed as he turned to Dima and said "You must have wore him out". Dima just smiled and wiggled his bottom against the couch. "Let's watch TV" Sasha suggested as he led me to the couch. Dima used the remote and soon the three of us we watching the Disney Channel. How weird I thought. Just moments earlier one of us was licking "cum" out of a butthole, one of us was sucking "cum" out of a peepee and the third was the person in the middle. Three kids, all twelve and younger, swallowing cum one minute, watching cartoons the next. And it was beginning to seem natural. The unnatural natural.
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.
To be continued.