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 12
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.
After dad and Barb had finished their little visit, they came out and we all went to McDonalds for dinner. By nightfall we were saying our goodbyes and Adam was gone. That night I didn't get called to the bedroom so Barb must have satisfied dad, who was acting a little secretive. He had me clean out the car before I could come in the house and by the time I was finished, he had gone into his bedroom and closed the door already.
The next day I went to Devin's house hoping Adam might be there. No such luck, but Devin was home and was ready for a trip into my mouth. No one else was home so we did it on his bed. He complained because I hadn't been around in a few days and told me he was "really horny". He sure must have been cause on his second thrust in my mouth he was already squirting.
I swallowed down his "baby juice" but he didn't let go of my head. Instead he told me to "keep sucking" to see if he could "get it up again". I didn't have anything better to do, and since Devin was relatively clean down there (by Devin's standards anyway, just a little piss flavor) I kept sucking, using my tongue to play with the floppy piece of extra skin. The dozen or so dark brown hairs above his peepee were tickling my nose and I was intrigued by their silkiness, such a contrast to the wirey hairs my dad had.
Within a few minutes he did start to stiffen again and he pulled my face tight against his groin. "Um...ummm...ummmm" he grunted as his peepee was pushed to the back of my mouth. I sucked even harder and used my tongue to swirl around that purple head, visualizing it in my mind as it expanded and prepared itself to send forth Devin's discharge. And it did so very soon, Devin crying out as it started flexing and shooting his runny "juice" right into my throat.
After he let go of my head and I finished swallowing, we went out and played some. Twice more that day he used my mouth. The first time was after he took a piss behind some bushes (after which he pulled me in to "show me something" then pushed me to my knees). Apparently he was so caught up in the thought of getting sucked that he hadn't even fully finished peeing and I got a shot of his piss in my mouth as I took him in and started sucking. No big deal, I had swallowed piss before.
The second time was right before I went home. This time in his backyard, behind the shed. I could actually hear some kids playing in the next yard, just a few feet away and blocked by a rickety wooden fence. As I kneeled in the grass, my head moving up and down in Devin's groin, I wondered if those kids ever did such things. Did they ever suck on each other's peepee? And if not, what they might think if they happened to look over and see a little boy sucking the peepee of an older boy? Would they think it was gross? Would they think it was normal? Natural? And as Devin started to raise up on his toes, the sure sign that he was ready to squirt in my mouth, I actually asked the same question of myself. Was this normal? Was it natural? And as my throat muscles started bobbing, carrying my saliva and Devin's fresh "baby juice" into my tummy, I wasn't sure anymore.
The next day I was woke up by Devin, who said my dad let him as he was leaving. Man, a few days without a mouth must have really put Devin over the edge cause here he was, ready again. "I want to try something different" he announced as he dropped his shorts to the floor. His peepee was already stiff and it led the way as he climbed up on the bed and straddled my chest. "What are you doing?" I asked as he worked his knees up onto my arms, pinning me in place. "I told you, I want to try something different. Stop wiggling" Devin replied as he leaned forward, his ballsack rubbing against my chin.
Well the weight of the bigger boy on my arms didn't give me much choice but to stop wiggling cause it seemed the more I struggled, the more I was being pinned into the mattress. "What are you doing?" I asked again as Devin seemed to settle in. "I want my butthole licked like you licked Adam's" he replied. "I wiped really good this morning and I aint takin no for an answer" he added as he shifted his lower body around so that his balls were draping over my nose and his butt cheeks were right above my mouth.
I was a little panicked. Not at the thought of having to lick Devin's crud hole, but because I was pinned down and my arms were hurting bad. "OK, I'll lick you" I cried out, "But you are hurting my arms, please loosen up". Devin, who by now was rubbing his stiffness with one hand, the purple head poking out just inches from my eyes, stopped, looked down and said "Really? You promise?" "Yes" I said, "Just loosen up a little".
Devin shifted his weight, still pinning my arms, but his knees were now pushed into the mattress instead of my arms. The pain started to subside just as he sifted his rear end, grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands, spread them open and started to lower himself onto my mouth. From the position I was in it was hard to tell for sure but it did seem as if he was mostly clean back there. I could only see a few streaks of brown across the inner folds of his cheeks and the smell, while powerful, was not overwhelming.
I extended my tongue just as his butthole landed across my mouth and his ballsack draped over my nose. I closed my eyes as I began licking around the smooth opening, the by now familiar tastes of dirty butthole were alive on my tongue. Devin, who was now uttering a soft, but near constant moan, actually started bouncing his bottom on my mouth as I lapped away, finding that my tongue slipped right inside the little hole as I swirled back and forth. There must not have been much, if anything inside there because I didn't notice any change in the taste, even though I was now pretty much up and inside Devin's poop canal.
With his ballsack crushed against my nose, all I could smell was the pissy, sweaty flavors down there as I continued swirling my tongue inside Devin. He had released his hands from his butt cheeks and was now rubbing his stiffness, still moaning and squirming back and forth on my tongue. I could actually feel his butthole tighten and loosen several times as his hand rubbed faster and faster, right there before my eyes. His moaning was getting louder and more ragged as he started pushing his butthole harder against my mouth. His lower body was now shaking as he suddenly cried out and arched his back, his butthole crushed tight on my mouth, and I watched three jets of baby juice squirt from the purple tip of his peepee.
The hot, runny sauce splashed across the top of my head and down my face as Devin continued crying out. Suddenly he pulled his butthole from my mouth, shifted his groin a little lower, and presented his peepee, still a little stiff but starting to soften, to my lips. I opened my mouth, took the tip inside and sucked a tiny bit more of his cum out of him before he just as quickly ejected himself and rolled over on the bed onto his back, panting like he had run a foot race.
"Oh man" he said as I used my fingers to wipe up the gooey mess of cum that had landed on my face. "That was better than buttfucking" he continued as I licked the goo from my fingers. "Don't ever do that to me again" I snapped. I was angry. Not at having had to lick his butthole, but because he had held me down and forced me. "But I cleaned it" Devin said in protest, looking hurt by my comment. "I don't care" I replied, "I don't like being held down. You should have asked me first."
Devin left a short time later and I stayed home the rest of the day. He called after lunch and tried to apologize, but I hung up on him when after that he asked if he could "come over for a quickee". What a jerk. First he forces me to lick his butthole, then he wants to come back over and get sucked because his peepee is stiff. I was content to have some peace and quiet by myself. Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long. That afternoon when my dad got home is when the shit hit the fan. Almost literally.
He called me into the livingroom and had me sit on the couch. Popping a videotape into the vcr, he said "I want you to watch something". There on the TV was my bedroom. Someone, my dad I assumed, was fiddling with a video camera and was pointing it towards my bed, where I was laying, asleep. After adjusting the zoom so you could see just the bed, the movement stopped and all you could see was me sleeping. What the heck was this all about I wondered, just as dad started to explain.
"I thought it would be nice to do some home video so I hid my little camera on your dresser" he said, a little sly, con-man smile appearing on his lips. "Why?" I asked, a little queasy inside. "Keep watching" dad replied. He fast forwarded a little bit until I started to stir on the bed and then slowed it down. I could hear muffled voices coming from the "movie" but couldn't quite make out the conversation. I watched myself get out of bed and leave the room.
"Hi sleepy head" I heard coming from the TV. Oh crap. Oh crap. That was Adam's voice. It may have been muffled but I could definitely make it out. My mind was now in a total fog. My dad had hidden a camera in my room the day that Barb and Adam had been over. The day that Adam and I had gone into my room together. The day I had feasted on his dirty butthole like it was a gourmet meal. No wonder he had been so anxious to head to his bedroom with Barb, leaving me and Adam alone. No wonder he had acted all secretive that night, making me clean out the car before I could come inside. He was retrieving the camera from my bedroom and didn't want me to see. But there was plenty for him to see.
And it was all captured right there on tape and being played out before my very eyes. Adam face down on my bed. Me prying apart his buttcheeks, then licking, munching and chowing down on his little private hole. The sounds of my slurping mouth and Adam's muffled moans were further testimony of my actions. The look of absolute pleasure on my face each time I pulled away from the two soft mounds of butt flesh. The sheer passion that was apparent as I locked my mouth in between those same mounds, sucking away so hard that it was impossible to deny my pleasure. Then, as if the visuals weren't enough, afterwards Adam and I were engaged in conversation in which I even admitted it had been dirty back there and that I had "liked it". Oh crap.
"Sure looks like you were having a pretty good time" dad announced as he turned the TV off. I was still in a fog. How could I deny that? I had licked a very dirty butthole and enjoyed it. The proof was right there. How could I even begin to explain my feelings for Adam? How it wasn't about eating poop, but about being engaged in that act with Adam. Sweet, cute little Adam. I started nervously chewing on my fingernail as I looked up at my father, now standing in front of me as I continued sitting on the couch.
"That was some pretty hot stuff Bryce" he said as he grabbed at his crotch and his fingers began tugging his zipper down. "You got me all worked up, how about a quick suck before I explode in my pants?" he added as he yanked his underpants down and his stiff peepee popped in front of my face. "Now? Here?" I asked, still unsure what exactly was going on, but suddenly very paranoid about whether or not I was being set up somehow. "Yup, right now" dad said as he rubbed the pliable head of his peepee across my lips, "open up, otherwise I am gonna haul you into the bedroom and stuff it in your ass, would you rather have that?"
"No" I muttered as I opened my mouth and he pushed about half of his peepee inside. Closing my mouth and my eyes at the same time, I began sucking on the stiffness. This was a new position for my dad and me. Usually he was laying down on the bed and I was hunched over him. In this new position, with me sitting on the couch, he was more in control and as he thrust his hips back and forth, was able to slide his peepee all the way in to the back of my throat. "Uh, uh, uh" he moaned out with each thrust, his ballsack actually whacking me on my lower chin as he did so.
"Uh...oh that is nice Bryce, uh, uh, you are really, uh, good at this shit huh? Uh, uh, uh...watching you eat that little shitbox was hot huh? I can't wait...uh, oh, uh, until, uh I can, uh I can see it again, uh, Uh, UHHH" he cried out as he pushed himself into my throat, held my face to his groin and began spitting his "cum" into my mouth. I was gagging and swallowing at the same time as he held my head tight and spurted the thick, salty cream right into my throat. I couldn't breathe and was struggling and just as I thought I was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen, he pulled back just a tiny bit. I was able to get some air in through my nose as his peepee spit out several more volleys just before he withdrew from my mouth. As I finished swallowing the remainder of his discharge, and continued gulping for air, dad just stepped back, pulled his underwear and pants back up and said "Now we need to talk".
With that he sat down on a chair across from the sofa and started in. First he reminded me of our conversation several days earlier about making money with a movie that showed me eating a turd. Then he explained that the movie I saw wasn't what he had in mind, but that he had taped it as "proof" that "eating some shit" was something I could do. He basically decided that since I had licked Adam's dirty hole, that somehow equated to me eating a whole turd and that somehow I couldn't disagree, what with me on film doing what I was doing. I saw what he was getting at with his twisted con-man logic but decided not to even bother trying to argue with him. I knew it was useless. He then went on to inform me that he had decided that Adam and I were going to "star" in his movie, with me being the "eater" and Adam providing "the turd".
When I asked him how he was going to keep Adam from telling his mom, he dropped another bombshell by saying "Barb thinks the whole thing is a good idea". It seems she had known all along that Devin had been "buttfucking" her son, but because it gave her the freedom to come and go as she wanted (having a free "babysitter") she didn't see the harm in Adam having to "put out" a little bit for the hassle. He further informed me that he had shown her the "movie" of me and Adam and that she was quite excited about the prospect of making some "cash", especially since all Adam had to do was "take a shit".
"You showed her the movie?" was all I could think to ask. I was horribly embarrassed at the thought that she had watched me munching her son's dirty butthole. "Why would you do that?" "Well" he began, "It started when she and I were talking about the two of you sleeping together when she and Adam stayed over that one night. She mentioned that Adam and Devin slept together at Devin's house and, well, one thing led to another and she told me about Devin getting off in her kids butt. I told her that Devin must be quite a stud cause he was porking your ass also and suggested that maybe we could somehow use the sex stuff to make some money. She was definitely up for that and next thing you know, I have a movie of you with your face stuffed in that kids shit hole. So I went to her and explained what Mr. Frish said about making money with a shit eating video. She was in."
I was numb. I don't know why I was surprised; my father had already used me to make money from Mr. Jarkot by "renting" me to serve as a slave to his butt head sons. I also assumed that Mr. Frish had paid (something more so than the fact that my father had been allowed to buttfuck Dima as a part of the agreement) him for my services at the hotel as well. So why was this any different? My dad was a con man and was always looking for a quick buck. Apparently I was just another source of money for him now. But still I was dumbfounded, and as I lay in bed that night thinking about what had taken place, reliving the "movie" over and over in my mind, I was numb.
The thought of eating one of Adam's turds wasn't the troubling part. Heck I had already had a taste of what he had back there and had even fantasized about the very act. What was really troubling me was that I thought what Adam and I shared was private. Just between him and me, something special. And now it was going to be forced upon me. Something that would take place on someone else's terms. Something that would not only not be a private act between Adam and me, but which would be shared with anyone who got a copy of the "movie". I was going to be enduring the same embarrassing indignity that "Butch" had experienced when he was filmed eating his "brownie". I didn't want the Matt Jarkot's of the world getting excited by watching me "eat a turd". I didn't want my special moments with Adam ruined. Unfortunately, just as had been the case with the Jarkots and the Frishs, I didn't have a choice.
To be continued.