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 5
The next few weeks, leading up to another summer break from school, were relatively calm. Devin was taking me up on our "deal" at least once a day during the week and multiple times on the weekend. Unlike my ordeal with Bobby, once Devin squirted his "baby juice" and I swallowed it down, he was usually sated for a few hours before he was demanding another trip into my mouth. Whereas Bobby would usually have kept my face buried between his legs between suckings, licking his ballsack, thighs and the rest of his groin, Devin only asked for that a few times. Most other times we would finish the sucking and swallowing, then play and do other, normal boy things.
One afternoon though, shortly after I had finished him off, Devin asked me to lick his butthole. This took me a bit by surprise so I asked him what he meant. He informed me that Adam had apparently divulged that I had licked his butt (and although I never had told him not to, I was a little peeved by his indiscretion. I guess I wasn't thinking that a kid who had just had his fifth birthday wouldn't have known that was a secret) and since I had done it for Adam, would I do it for him. Well I really didn't want to go into the whole story about WHY I had done that to Adam, which would have been my explanation as to why I absolutely didn't want to do that to Devin. That and the fact that I knew Devin had a dirty butt. A really dirty butt. Heck he would take a crap outside and never even wipe himself, just as natural as could be. Plus, when I was licking his balls on those rare occasions, the odors of his butt wafting into my nostrils were a constant reminder to me of his lack of attentiveness back there.
So, when I politely declined, I was hoping Devin would just drop the subject and be done. He didn't. Instead he started begging me to give it a try, "just once" and promised that if I did, he would give my peepee a really good sucking. Before I could even respond, Devin had dropped his shorts and jumped up, facedown on my bed. Raising his hips, he grabbed his buttcheeks with both hands and spread them apart. "Come on" he asked, "Just this once, then I'll do you real good".
Walking over to the bed, I peered inside the deep well of his butt cheeks. I immediately knew that there was no way that my mouth would be going into that cesspool. I mean, come on. Devin was almost thirteen years old and his butthole was a mess. Clumps of dried poop were caked all around his butthole, smears streaked across both cheeks and there wasn't a hint that this butt had seen a bathtub in days. Just the thought that I was as close to that mess as I was when I was sucking him made me shiver a little. "Sorry man, I can't do that" I muttered, walking from the bedroom.
I did see Adam a few times over those ensuing weeks. Never during the week but sometimes on the weekends. He would always break into a big smile and come running to me, throwing his arms around me in a big hug and giving me a kiss on the cheek. He had just turned five, apparently the magical age in his family, and now was wearing shorts, not just underwear, when he came to visit. I loved giving him a big hug back and holding his little body in my arms, squeezing extra hard as a sign of my affection. I would then always carefully question him, making sure that Devin was keeping his end of our "deal". Adam assured me that he was.
On those occasions when we had a little privacy, I would sneak Adam's shorts down and give him a quick suck, hopelessly addicted to his cute little peepee and the delightful flavors of his dried urine residue. After he would squeak out his boy orgasm, I would spin him around for an inspection of his butt hole. The bluish purple bruises appeared to be fading, although he was still sporting a bit of a gap at the actual opening. Before pulling his pants back up, I would take a quick sniff of him back there and run my tongue up and down the inside of his crack a few times, much to his (and my own) delight. Man I really liked this little kid.
So things were moving along quite nicely as school broke for the summer. And after a particularly fun day at play, I sauntered back to my house, a fresh load of Devin's "baby juice" tucked away in my tummy. When I arrived at the house, I found that dad was gone for the evening. Heck, I didn't mind, at least I wouldn't have to work my mouth muscles again this evening! I hopped into the tub and took a long bath, walked down the hall exhausted and flopped down on my bed naked, not even bothering to put on any underwear. The coolness of the ceiling fan blowing over my backside was comforting and I quickly fell asleep.
When I woke up suddenly, I was started by the realization that something wet and slimy was pressing against my butthole. The light from the hallway provided just enough illumination for me to see. As I looked over at the nightstand, there laying on top was the second bottle of lotion that Devin had brought over two weeks before but had never used. Well, it was in use now as evinced by the fact that half of it was missing and the cap was laying next to it. I assumed that the missing lotion was now smeared over the probe that was pushing forcefully against my butthole. Apparently dad had returned home, found my naked body sleeping on my bed and decided it was time for another trip inside my bottom.
"This is for your own good" he muttered into my ear as he pushed himself inside me. My own good? I thought. How in the world can this "ow, owww, owwwww" be for my own good? "OOOWWW". Pushing my face into the pillow to stifle my vocal displeasure, dad sunk his peepee in the rest of the way and then began the in and out thrusts with his hips. Once the initial shock wore off, I realized that, although still incredibly painful, the burning sensation in my butt went away fairly quickly this time and so the discomfort wasn't nearly as bad as the first time he "butt fucked" me.
That was a really good thing because dad lasted much longer this time. I could smell alcohol on his breath as he panted in my ear. His thrusting back and forth in my butt was a steady, even pace. The repeated "slap, slap, slap" of his groin against my butt cheeks and the ragged grunts from his mouth that accompanied each thrust were the only sounds in the room as my whimpers slowly died down. Dad kept at it for a good ten minutes and at this point I was feeling more pain from the sheer weight of his body laying against me than from the slippery prong pumping back and forth in my bottom.
Just as I began to wonder how much longer this would go on, the speed of his thrusts began to increase. The "slap, slap, slap" sounds started getting closer together and his grunts, "uh, uh, uh" were getting louder in my ear. After another twenty or so pumps, he grunted real loud "UH, UH" and pushed really deep, held it a second or two, then pulled back and pushed full force into me. "AH, Ah, ahhh, ah, ah" he moaned, jiggling his hips as he did so. The warm wetness that I knew was his "cum" was once again spreading across my insides. This time I didn't even care, I was just glad that it was over.
"Someday soon you'll thank me for opening you up" dad muttered as he pulled out, got up and walked out of my room. I lay there for a few minutes trying to think how or why I would ever thank him for using my butthole for him to get his sick, unnatural pleasure. I then contemplated a trip down the hall to the bathroom to clean up but was really tired and my back and butt were aching. Instead, I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a few tissues and wiped then across my bottom, a halfhearted effort to clean the lotion and "cum". Tossing the tissues on the floor, I drifted back off to sleep.
Morning arrived before I knew it and dad was shaking me awake. "Get cleaned up" he ordered, "and come see me in the kitchen". With that he left the room. Shaking the sleep out of my eyes, I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped inside. There was "cum" running down the inside of my leg and my butthole felt like a sticky mess. I cleaned myself really good, thankful that the pain seemed not as bad this time around. Finishing up, I went to the bedroom and got some clothes on before heading to the kitchen.
Dad was finishing some toast and drinking his coffee so I grabbed some cereal and sat down. I ate in silence for a few minutes before dad cleared his throat and spoke. "Do you remember Mr. Jarkot?" he asked. Mr. Jarkot, (it was actually pronounced jar-ko) how could anyone forget him? He was the only person I knew who was shadier than my dad. They had worked some money making schemes together in the past. Apparently they had known each other from years before and although Mr. Jarkot lived a couple hours away, they would still hook up from time to time.
Mr. Jarkot was an intimidating man. He was tall, taller than my dad, and very muscular. He kept his head shaved and rarely smiled. When he got mad, he got REALLY mad and would slam his hands on the table and yell really loud. I was always very intimidated by Mr. Jarkot and made myself scarce when he visited. "Yes" I replied, "I remember him". "And you remember his boys?" he continued. His boys? How could I forget them?
Matt and Oscar. The first twins I had ever met, although they really didn't look like twins. Matt had blond hair and Oscar had dark brown. They were a sharp contrast standing next to each other. They were both good looking boys, but their good looks did not spill over to their personalities. They were little terrors. They had accompanied their father on a visit to our house one time and they were hell on legs. They broke my stuff, bossed me around (they were two years older than me so I guess they felt they could) and were just a general pain in the butt. The visit was just a few hours but it had seemed like days at the time. "I remember them" I said, inwardly a little worried about where this conversation was going.
"Well Mr. Jarkot and his boys are spending a few days in a cabin a few hours from here and they want you to join them. Since you are out of school now, I figured that would be nice" dad announced. Nice my butt, I thought to myself. Spending a few hours with those kids had been torture, let alone a few days. "Why me?" I asked, although somewhat afraid what the answer might be. "I'm glad you asked that Bryce, it helps me get to the point" dad responded, starting to sound like the con man that he was. "It seems that Mr. Jarkot's boys are getting to the age where they are getting curious about, um, sex stuff". Oh crap, here we go. "Mr. Jarkot and I were talking about it the other night and I mentioned that, with all your experience and all, that maybe you could show them a thing or two". Bingo. There it was. Oh, it was sugar coated, but I knew right away what was coming.
"I'd rather not dad, I mean that's nice and all, but I'd rather just hang out here" I said meekly, with just a little glimmer of hope that there was some way to save myself. "It'll be fun Bryce, hanging out in the woods, campfires and all" dad replied, still trying the con technique. "Maybe next time if that's ok" I said, still hopeful. Dad looked at me a few seconds before he responded, his voice raising. "Well it's not ok. I have a deal with Mr. Jarkot. Hell, he already paid me so get in your room get some clothes together and get your ass back here in ten minutes".
I was shocked. All I could think about as I walked to my room was the words "he already paid me". I kept repeating them over and over in my head. "Paid?" My father was "paid" to have me "show them a thing or two"? He had rented me out to do sex stuff? With those two little jerks? How in the world did that happen. Paid??? As I threw some clothes into a grocery bag, my mind was ablaze with escape. I could run away, maybe stay at Devin's? Or I could hide in the woods a few days until this thing blew over, maybe sneak food from the house during the day when dad wasn't there. That certainly sounded reasonable and a heck of a lot better than being with those two.
Grabbing my stuff, I headed to the door. Unfortunately, my delivery from this episode was thwarted by the presence of my father in the hallway. "Let's go" he barked. Defeated, I followed him to the car and climbed in. We drove in literal silence the entire way there. For two solid hours, not one peep was uttered. I knew by now that further protests were useless. Heck my father was never going to give money back so I figured why waste the energy trying to convince him otherwise. And to this day, I have no idea how much my father got for renting me out, but I do know that no amount of money could have been worth it.
We drove deep into a wooded area several towns from my home and arrived at a very secluded cabin just after lunch. Mr. Jarkot met us as we pulled up. Dad didn't even come in, just chatted with Mr. Jarkot in the driveway before telling me to "have fun" as he got into the car and drove away. Clutching my bag, I followed Mr. Jarkot up the steps and into the front door. Matt and Oscar were watching a movie on the TV and when we walked in, Matt looked over and asked his dad "Is he our slave?" Slave? My father rented me out as a slave? Mr. Jarkot chuckled as he said "Just hold your britches boy, me and Bryce got some talking to do" and he led me into a bedroom and closed the door.
As Mr. Jarkot sat on the bed, he motioned to a chair off to the side. "Sit down" he instructed, "we need to talk". I quietly took my seat as he continued. "I'm not really sure what your daddy told you about what our deal was, so I will explain it nice and easy. You see, my boys are curious, just like most boys, about sex stuff. Now me and their mama don't hide nothing from them, they've seen us doing all kinds of fuckin and suckin, but they aint never had a chance to try any of that out themselves. They been askin lots of questions lately though and I'm kinda concerned they might try doin something with each other. I can't have no son turning into a fag (a word I had heard before but wasn't entirely sure of the meaning) sucking on another boys cock or getting his butt screwed (cock, I knew. Screwed was reminiscent of Adam's comment to Devin so I was pretty sure I knew what that was too) you with me so far?"
When I didn't reply, I guess he figured we were on the same wavelength, because he continued on, saying "Now I mentioned to your daddy this little situation and guess what? He told me that you were already pretty good at that fag stuff. Apparently you could suck the chrome off a bumper huh?" I silently cursed my father. Without waiting for a reply, he went on. "Now I figured that would work out pretty good. My boys would get some education, get their questions answered, and your daddy could make a little money at the same time. So here's the way it works. First all, I brought a few videos along to help with the process. We'll start out watching the video, to give the boys a general idea what is gonna happen. Afterwards, you can act out the video with each one of them. Of course you will have to play the girl part".
With that said, he stared at me, a stern look on his face before he started up again. "Now I realize that my boys can be a little rambunctious (A little?) but this is a special treat for them. I paid your daddy a lot of money and I expect that you won't give them, or me, any trouble while you are here. I know what is in store for you and you probably won't like some of it, but I'll warn you, I expect obedience". As he said this, his hand reached down and he unzipped his pants. Opening the front, he slid his hand in and hauled out his own peepee. It was partly stiff and appeared to me at least two inches longer than my dad's and about a third as much fatter around. "Your dad tells me your not real keen on having a big cock stuffed up your ass. If you refuse any of our requests, I'm gonna take this belt" he said shaking the thick brown strap of leather around his pants "and use it on your butt. Then" he continued, "I will take this cock and stuff it right up inside you and pound you until your shit hole is torn in two. Understand?" I nodded.
"And another thing" he said, "I have owned this cabin for six years and know these woods like the back of my hands. There is no way you could get away from here without me finding you so don't even think about trying to run away. If you do, I will find you, and when I do, I will beat you to within an inch of your life before I dump your ass in the middle of nowhere and leave you to die. Do we understand?" What choice did I have? Dropping my head forward dejectedly, I whispered "Yes sir". "Good" he said, smiling again. "I have our first movie right here, let's go join the boys".
The first movie Mr. Jarkot chose was titled "Oral Fun". I must admit I was quite intrigued as I watched my first ever pornographic movie, quite amazed at the oral talents of the various people. Women with very large breasts were slobbering all over the biggest peepee's I had ever seen in my life. They were sucking these gigantic peepees all the way into their throats, and then licked all around the hairy nutsacks before sucking the peepee back in again. And when the men would "cum", there was so much that I thought the ladies would drown, their mouth hanging open as squirt after endless squirt poured inside. Then the men would put their mouths between the legs of the ladies and lick their hairy privates until the women would cry out.
The boys sat on the couch, very attentive to the movie, only snickering occasionally. They didn't seem nearly as rowdy as when I had met them several years before. They were each dressed only in a pair of shorts. Matt's were blue with a white stripe and Oscar's were brown with a red stripe. Matt's shorts were so tight that they looked like they had been painted on his two, firm buttcheeks. They were both very obviously excited and were rubbing themselves throughout the movie. Mr. Jarkot provided commentary, explaining all about how the women were "sluts" and were "deepthroating" the men's "cock". When the "cum" squirted out, he went into great detail about "sperm" and how babies were made. And then as the men licked the women between their legs, Mr. Jarkot explained about "eating pussy" (although it looked more like licking than eating to me).
The movie was only around fifteen minutes long and as soon as it was finished, Mr. Jarkot asked "Well, who wants to go first?" Both boys jumped up and said "Me" at the same time, so it was decided that Oscar, who was technically the "older" of the two (he came out a minute before Matt apparently) would get to go first. I knew full well what was expected of me, so I got up and started walking to the bedroom. Oscar was right behind me as Mr. Jarkot shouted out "Make sure you do it right. Be a good little slut".
Once inside, Oscar stood staring at me, and me at him. He had short brown hair, a little wavy, and had a nicely tanned, thin body. There was no hair on his arms, chest or legs. His brown eyes twinkled and he started smiling as he said "Man this is going to be great, huh?" "For you I guess" I muttered in response. Oscar didn't pay much attention to my downcast demeanor as he quickly slid his shorts and underwear down and hopped on the bed. His peepee was very stiff, and larger than mine, but not as big as Devin's (the boys were a year younger than Devin but were also a much smaller build, in fact, they really weren't much bigger than me and I was two years younger than them. I guess it had something to do with them being twins). There was no extra skin on it and just a few dark hairs right above his peepee, none on his balls or anywhere else.
He yanked on his peepee a few times before he laid back, spread his legs, which were dangling over the side of the bed, and said "Ok slut, suck me". I didn't really appreciate being called a "slut". I was a boy, not a girl, but I figured arguing would only cause trouble, so I shuffled to the edge of the bed and sank to my knees. I could see that Oscar was tan all over, his groin area just slightly lighter than the rest of his body. The head of his peepee was light purple in color and was just a little thicker than the shaft. His hairless ballsack was as light as the rest of his groin and I could see two nice sized eggs protruding at the bottom.
Mimicking the "sluts" in the movie, I began by licking first one, then the other side of Oscar's groin. Thankfully, he was relatively clean, just a little flavor of dried sweat. I licked all around his ballsack before taking it into my mouth and sucking on the eggs for a minute. Oscar leaned back and groaned as I released the fleshy pouch, raised my face to his peepee and slid my mouth down to the base. The effect was immediate. "Oh shit" Oscar exclaimed just as his lower body tensed and his peepee sent forth three very powerful squirts in the back of my mouth. His very runny "cum" had almost no flavor to it and I quickly swallowed it down. "Uhngh, ungh" Oscar continued as a few more dribbles spilled onto my tongue.
I pulled my mouth slowly up, sucking up and swallowing down the remaining discharge before sitting back and looking up at a very content Oscar, who was still laying back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. "That...was...awesome" was all he managed to spit out in between breaths. We had been in the bedroom less than five minutes total. "That was easy, maybe this wont be so bad after all I thought to myself". Oh, how wrong I was again.
Mr. Jarkot opened the door even before Oscar could get up and grab his shorts. "How are things going?" he inquired. "That was great" Oscar exclaimed, "he swallowed my sperm real good". Still laying back on the bed, he had a wide smile and wasn't the least bit inhibited about being naked, and freshly sucked, right in front of his father. "Outstanding" Mr. Jarkot replied "Did you practice licking pussy yet?" Licking pussy? How was that supposed to happen? Neither of us had a "pussy".
Apparently the quizzical expressions on our faces confirmed to Mr. Jarkot that we had no idea what he was talking about so he started to explain. "Well, technically, neither of you have a pussy like the girls in the movie" he said, "but that doesn't mean that Bryce can't lick the hole you do have". I knew right away what he was talking about. Oscar needed a roadmap though so Mr. Jarkot continued on, explaining how good it felt to get "the man's pussy" licked. Before he left the room, he again cautioned me to "do it right" and reminded me about how the men in the movie had not just licked, but had sucked on and put their tongues deep inside the "pussy", and that I should not stop until Oscar had another orgasm, just like the "sluts" had.
Shit. Literally and figuratively I guess. Here I was having to lick another butthole. Unlike Devin, who I just flat out refused, or little Adam, whose butt I licked because I loved him so, this butt, and the one belonging to Matt, were going to get licked whether I liked it or not. "Man I hope he's clean" I thought as I turned back to the bed. As I again dropped to my knees I thought about Mr. Jarkot's comment about making Oscar "cum" again. I remembered that Adam had an orgasm pretty quick when I had licked his butthole, but also realized that Oscar had just "cum" in my mouth. Unfortunately I was pretty sure, based on my experiences with Bobby, it was going to take him some time before he was ready to "cum" again.
I grabbed his legs and pushed them up towards his head. As I did, his lower body started to fold and his bottom came into view. "It's not so bad" I thought to myself, peering between his open buttcheeks. Although it wasn't spotless, it was much cleaner than the mess in Devin's butt had been. Just a few streaks across the cheeks and a brownish film around the tight hole. I looked up. I could see that Oscar's peepee was still wet from my earlier sucking, but it was now soft, laying gently across his groin. Looking up further, I saw Oscar was staring straight into my eyes, a sneer on his lips as he spoke. "Lick the pussy, slut" he ordered.
Leaning forward, I could clearly smell a "poop" odor, although it wasn't overwhelming, just enough to remind me that this was the hole that "poop" comes from and now I would be licking it. I stuck my tongue out and swiped at the folds of the butt cheeks. Just like Adam had been, Oscar was startled by my tongue and his lower body clenched up. By now he was holding his own legs up and I was able to use my hands to pry his cheeks apart and began licking up and down the length of his crack. Just like with Adam, the streaks of poopy were washed away pretty quickly, as was the brown film around his butthole as my tongue swiped across it like a washcloth.
When it was sufficiently clean, I put my mouth directly on the hole and started sucking. "Mmmmm, oh yeah, mmmmm" Oscar moaned out as the tip of my tongue pierced the tight ring. "Oh that's, ohhh, that's really good" he croaked out as my tongue plowed deeper inside his butt canal. Sucking and licking, probing and swirling, I got a pretty good rhythm going and realized it wasn't too bad. At least he was relatively clean, the bitterness of his poop flavors now long gone, all I could taste was his flesh as his bottom squirmed back and forth on my face.
Oscar continued his quiet moans of pleasure as one minute turned to two and two turned to three. Licking, sucking, probing and swirling, the obscene slurping noises of my mouth against his butthole were pretty loud. After around five minutes, my jaw was beginning to get tired, but I noticed that his peepee had finally stiffened once again and he was starting to use his hand on it, stroking it up and down very slowly. Still, I licked and sucked and within another minute I could tell he was getting close. His legs were starting to tremble, his moans were getting louder and his hand was now flying up and down on his peepee pretty fast.
Very suddenly, Oscar cried out "Oh fuck, Oh fucking shit" and his bottom clenched tight again, his butthole squeezing down on my tongue. Pulling my face away, I could see the squirts of clear "cum" as they fired up out of his peepee and onto his chest. Three quick blasts were followed by a series of dribbles onto his hand. When he was finished, his legs dropped down and his hand, covered with "cum", lay motionless across his softening peepee. He was panting again as I leaned forward and began cleaning his hand, groin and chest with my mouth, sucking up the tasteless, gooey mess.
After I finished cleaning Oscar's discharge off his groin and chest, he quickly rose, retrieved his shorts and underwear and departed, not even bothering to put his clothes on. Mr. Jarkot and Matt entered the room a few moments later. Matt had already disposed of his shorts, presumably in the living room, and was standing naked next to his father, sporting a stiff peepee and an anxious look. "One down and one to go" Mr. Jarkot said, slapping me on the back. "I didn't really think about it before, but why don't you go ahead and strip down yourself" he directed. "No need for clothes here, it's just us guys and it will make it a little easier as time goes on".
"A little easier on who?" I thought as I pulled my shirt over my head, slid out of my shorts and underwear and Mr. Jarkot collected them from me. "I'll keep these safe with the rest of your clothes" he remarked as he turned towards the door. "And remember, do Matt really good" he said as he patted his own groin, grinning at me. And as he closed the door, there I stood, feeling awkwardly out of place. Sure Matt was also naked, but he was excited, as evidence by his stiff peepee. My own peepee just lay down between my legs, just as dejected as I was, perhaps understanding that this wasn't about my pleasure. I was here as an instrument to someone else's pleasure. And now, without my clothes at least, I felt all the more vulnerable in that role.
I looked at Matt. Although they were both relatively "good looking" boys, Matt was, I thought, the cuter of the two. His blond hair was short, but thick and course. He seldom smiled, and more often than not had a more serious look on his face, which I guess made him look meaner than his brother. His skin was lighter than Oscar's, although he was still tanned, but the lightness of his groin was more of a contrast to the rest of his body than Oscar's had been. I couldn't see any body hair, not even any above his peepee like Oscar had. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned his slender body all the way back and spread his legs. His peepee, which was about the same size as Oscar's, was laying tight against his abdomen. His ballsack, smooth and crinkly, dangled below, resting on the bedsheet.
I walked to the bed and slid to my knees. My jaw was still aching from all the action on Oscar's butthole, and so I thought I might try a different approach this time. I figured if I could get him to "cum" quicker by licking his butthole first, sucking leisurely on his peepee for the second orgasm would be easier. Grabbing Matt's smooth legs, I hoisted them up to reveal his bottom. Not much different than Oscar's had been although not quite as clean. The same brownish film around his hole, but much more in the poop smear department across the butt cheeks. The odor wasn't much different, not overwhelming, but it was a butthole and it did smell like one.
I started by licking along the butt cheeks, the bitterness of the poop smears immediately identifiable in my mouth. Matt was not nearly as jumpy as Oscar had been and barely moved as I licked, cleaning across the inner folds and down into the valley below. When the tip of my tongue hit the brown hole, he did shift his hips a bit and make an "oh" sound but then he remained mostly quiet and almost completely still as I progressed. Licking all around the hole it was soon a glistening bright pink ring of flesh. Locking my lips on the little ring, I applied my sucking pressure and slid my tongue inside. Once again, his hips shifted and Matt made some very low moaning noises, but he continued to maintain his composure. It was when I started swirling my tongue around just inside the tight hole that he actually started reacting, both vocally and physically.
I felt his lower body start slowly stiffening as my tongue continued burrowing inside. I knew he had to be close because his low moans were starting to get louder and a little more ragged. "Oh...ohh....oh...OHHhhh" he moaned and with that, my tongue as far inside as I could push, I pulled it straight out and sucked as hard as I could at his butthole ring. That was all it took. Matt cried out, and without even touching his peepee, it erupted, sending squirt after squirt of his "cum" splashing across his upper body.
After waiting for him to "come down" from his "cum up" (well I thought it was funny anyway) I stood up, bent over his upper body and began cleaning the clear liquid from his chest. The runny juice had squirted clear up to above his nipples. It appeared to be the same consistency as Oscar's had been, mostly clear, a little gooey, but it had a slightly sweet tasting flavor whereas Oscar's had been virtually tasteless. I dutifully licked it up with my tongue, swallowing it down as I went and within a few moments, it was all gone.
Kneeling back down between his legs, I spread them open and began licking up and down the inner folds of his thighs. I knew I was going to have to get him off again, but figured that his peepee would be too sensitive right away to start sucking again so soon (Bobby and Devin both had complained because they couldn't stand being sucked right after they squirt their "cum"). Matt's groin had a bit more "flavor" than Oscar's, just the slightest traces of stale piss, mixed with dried sweat. Again, these tastes disappeared within a few licks. The flesh of his thighs and inner groin were baby smooth and not at all unpleasant, so I didn't mind the licking there while I waited for his peepee to recover sufficiently for a suck job.
Moving to his ballsack, I once again licked all around the sticky flesh before sucking the two little globes into my mouth. Matt squirmed just a little as I did so, once again making barely audible "ummmm" noises at the same time. I could see that his peepee was beginning to stiffen a little, so as I let his balls fall from my mouth, I shifted upward slightly to the fleshy tube and sucked it in. It was still far from erect, and it was a unique experience feeling it actually stiffen and lengthen as I sucked away at it. My jaws were still quite sore from the prolonged actions on Oscar's butthole, so I did a leisurely suck while rolling my tongue around the spongy head and down the tubular shaft.
After a minute or two, Matt had stiffened fully and I found myself bobbing up and down on his erectness. Slowly at first, I built up my speed over the next few minutes until the slurping sounds of my mouth rapidly sliding up and down were clearly audible and more than drowned out his whimpered responses. With very little outward notice, Matt very suddenly "spermed" in my mouth. I literally didn't even know it was happening until I felt the jets splashing at the back of my throat and tasted the sweetness of his juice. There were no vocal noises, no stiffening of his thighs, just one second I was sucking away and the next I had a mouthful of "cum" that I was quickly swallowing down. When he finished spraying, Matt merely moved his hand to the back of my head, pushed me down full on his groin for an instant, and then slowly lifted my face from between his legs. I sucked the residue of his discharge as he did so and when my mouth cleared his softening peepee, I swallowed once again, and was done.
Afterwards, we returned to the living room. Oscar and Matt made no effort to redress, and I had no idea where my clothes were, so we sat there naked as Mr. Jarkot (who was still dressed) quizzed the boys on how their "first blowjob" felt. They both seemed quite happy with how things transpired and chatted unabashedly to their father about the "tingly" feelings they got as they were "cumming" in my mouth. Matt was especially enthusiastic about having his butthole licked and said "I can't wait for him to do that again." He went so far as to suggest that "Maybe after I take a dump, Bryce's tongue could be my toilet paper!"
This, to me was the ultimate revulsion and I was thoroughly disgusted by even such a thought. What would make someone even think of such a thing? How sick a person would have to be to even think that another person would lick their freshly vacated butthole. Surely, I thought, Mr. Jarkot would admonish his disgusting son for even making such a revolting statement. But as I sat there, in all my exposed nakedness, I was shocked when Mr. Jarkot, far from taking exception to Matt's comment, actually responded by saying "I bet that would feel really good son, but I bet there is something even better". Even better? Better in the sense that licking a dirty butthole is less better? I was confused, shocked, revolted and fearful, all at the same time.
To be continued.