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 7
I was awakened the next morning very early. The twin jerks were still asleep in bed, me on the floor when I felt someone nudging me. I looked up and saw Mr. Jarkot standing over me. "Come on" he said before turning and walking from the room. I quickly jumped up and walked out behind him. He was wearing only a pair of brown boxers and as he walked towards his bedroom, a feeling of dread started creeping over me. Once we were inside, he closed the door and said "All this sucking and fucking has me worked up. I've got some morning wood that needs some attention." That said, he slid his boxers down and that huge (OK, maybe not huge compared to the guys in the movies, but definitely at least eight inches long and relatively thick) peepee popped out, stiff as a board.
"Please, please, please" I thought to myself, "please don't let him stick that thing in my butt", my butt cheeks starting to tighten at the thought. Looking up at Mr. Jarkot, with a face that must have been silently screaming in horror, I tried to be calm, very quietly saying "Sir, you told me if I was good, you wouldn't stick that in me." Mr. Jarkot smiled and said "No, I told you I wouldn't stick it in your ass, I didn't say anything about your mouth. Let's get on the bed together and maybe we can take care of this before the boys wake up." And as he finished speaking, he climbed onto the bed and lay down flat on his back.
I was a little wary, but profoundly relieved that he didn't want to "buttfuck" me. In fact, he actually sounded much more gentle as he spoke, nothing like the gruff, cruel person I was used to. As I climbed up onto the bed, I thought this was going to be difficult, given the size of his peepee, but still manageable. I climbed in between Mr. Jarkot's legs and was just getting settled in when he said "Swing around the other way". The other way? That was odd. If I turned the other way my butt would be right in his face. "Turn your body around and lay on my chest" he said, apparently sensing my confusion. So I switched my body around, climbed up on his chest and stomach, and put my face between his legs.
I grabbed onto his stiffness, using both hands to lift it away from his body. As I did so, he was using his hands to split my legs so one fell on either side of his head. My butthole, with the repeated injections of his twin boys' "cum" sealed safely inside, was now clearly on display, mere inches from Mr. Jarkot's face. At first I was a little embarrassed at being so exposed, but then thought, hey, this guy watched as I licked his son's butthole while he was bent over the dining room table. What could be more embarrassing than that?
With that in mind, and hopeful to get this over with, I leaned over, opened my mouth and took the head of his peepee inside. "Um, that's nice" Mr. Jarkot said as my lips stretched around the plump knob and I swirled my tongue over the tip. He must have just showered because all I tasted was fresh skin with just a mild soap flavor. As it slid in, I quickly realized that there was no possibility that the whole peepee was going to fit in my mouth, so I decided that if I worked just the top portion, I could still make him get his orgasm, without choking myself in the process. With that in mind, and still swirling my tongue, I began sucking on the large head sliding my mouth ever so slightly up and down on around a quarter the of shaft.
As I lay there working, the occasional slurp and sucking sounds noisily confirming my efforts, I could feel Mr. Jarkot shifting his body behind me as his hands lightly grabbed my little butt cheeks and spread them apart. Darn, I thought, I hope he doesn't change his mind and expect a visit back there as well, but kept at my work, vigorously licking, sucking and slurping at the prong stuffing my mouth. "That's really nice" Mr. Jarkot said, his hips shifting a little on the bed. I assumed he meant my oral manipulations were nice, but his next comment made me believe his thoughts were in fact focused elsewhere. "You have a really nice butt, Bryce. No wonder your daddy likes sticking you back here" he said. Darn it, I again thought, doubling my efforts with my mouth, hoping he would "cum" soon.
You could have knocked me over with a feather though, with what happened next. Mr. Jarkot shifted again and I suddenly felt his hot breath blowing against my exposed butthole. He had moved his head forward and his mouth was right next to...oh my gosh...was that his tongue I felt back there? I would swear that I felt his tongue, or something that sure felt like a tongue, swipe my backside, right down beneath my butthole and above my ballsack. I was so shocked that I actually stopped my head movements and froze, a quarter of Mr. Jarkot's peepee still stuffed in my mouth. Then it happened again and then a third time. There was no mistaking it. Mr. Jarkot was licking me.
"Keep going honey" he instructed me. Honey? Not slut? I wasn't sure for a minute that I was in the same house I came to yesterday. And as I resumed my sucking, I felt his hands release my buttcheeks and then grab my upper legs. With his peepee stuffed inside my mouth, Mr. Jarkot lifted my thighs ever so slightly, shifted my body a bit backwards, and then set my groin area down right on his face, at the same time taking my limp little peepee into his mouth. "Holy crap" I thought, Mr. Jarkot is actually sucking my pepee. And suck it he did, my little wand quickly stiffening fully as he sucked with such intense pressure that I thought he was going to yank it out. And now it was my hips wiggling under the immense pleasure that I was feeling, almost unable to concentrate fully on the suck job that I was supposed to be tending to.
It didn't take long for Mr. Jarkot's efforts to provide for my little kid orgasm and very soon, my butt cheeks were clenching, my toes were curling and my eyes were closed as he brought me the very same ecstasy that I had repeatedly delivered to his boys (minus the squirts of course). And just as I was at the height of my own pleasure, Mr. Jarkot achieved his own, sending spurt after spurt after spurt of his "baby juice" to the back of my throat. It came so fast, and there was so much, that even after swallowing the thick, salty sauce three or four times, it was still running out the corners of my mouth and down onto his ballsack.
When he finally finished squirting, his peepee almost immediately started to deflate and quickly became soft in my mouth. As I raised my head, allowing it to plop back down on his stomach, Mr. Jarkot removed his own mouth from my peepee and set my hips back down, again shifting me ever so slightly so that his face was once again staring straight at my buttcheeks. "You have a really nice butt" he said again, so quiet that I wondered if he was actually talking to me or just thinking out loud. "Thanks" I replied meekly, still hoping that this wasn't headed down another path. "What does your dad use for lube when he fucks you?" Mr. Jarkot asked. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. This was not looking good. "Um, lotion" I said. "Lotion?" he replied, "Hmmmm, I have some lotion here at the cabin. I never even thought about lotion as a lube, I always use K Y with my wife's ass".
This was getting worse and just as I was about to start pleading to be spared, I got another surprise. Actually, it was more than a surprise, it was an absolute gift from heaven. "You know" he started, "Since you are only ten and you are able to get your father's cock inside you, and since Oscar and Matt are older than you, I bet they could handle mine, don't you think?" Did I think? Did I think? Could it really be that simple? Could I really send the two jerks to "buttfuck hell" right here and now just by agreeing? Flashes of images of Oscar and Matt laying beneath their father's body, screaming into their pillow while their dad stuffed his club into their stupid, fart-in-my-face buttholes were dancing in my brain.
But instead of an outright endorsement of such an ordeal, I turned my head, shifted my body off Mr. Jarkot's chest and stomach and, now facing him directly, said "Well, it does hurt really bad". Mr. Jarkot nodded and smiled as he reached out and stroked my face with his big, rough hand. "I'm sure it does Bryce, but maybe sometimes my boys have to understand that it's not always about their pleasure, huh?" That said, he got up from the bed and started dressing for the day. "This little meeting we had this morning is just between you and me, understand?" he said as he buttoned his shirt, the gruffness once again back in his voice. "Yes sir" I replied as he walked towards the door and out into the livingroom. He stopped very suddenly, turned to me, stood silent for a moment, then blurted out "You won't be too happy with the two movies today, especially the second one. Don't freak out when you see it, I'm not gonna make you do all of it, Ok?" "Yes sir" I mumbled in response as he walked away. My mind was now reeling, wondering what freaky things could possibly be in store for me.
Breakfast wasn't bad, although I did have to endure two fresh loads of "butter" on my toast. This time I had to suck Matt while Oscar used his hand and Matt almost forgot to pull out as he was "cumming" and the first squirt actually landed on my face before he was able to steer his peepee over my plate. "Looks like your ready for a full day" Mr. Jarkot told him laughing, and as he did so, he reached over and gave Matt a playful slap on his naked butt, followed by a little squeeze. Matt jumped and shot a quizzical look at his dad. I had to force myself not to smile as I got up off my knees, wiped Matt's cum from my face and sat down to eat.
After breakfast, the first movie was called "Watersports". What in the world kind of water sports did we have here, I thought. There was no lake or anything, no boats, and what the heck kind of sex stuff could you do in the water anyway? Well my thoughts weren't a mystery for long and I quickly discovered that you didn't need a lake for "water sports". The movie itself was quite unique. Not just because of the oddity of the main theme, but because the actors were young boys. "Kiddy porn" wasn't a term I was familiar with at the time. But that was exactly what this movie was. Kiddy porn. A little boy with light brown hair around my age and his "brother", who appeared to be around 12 or so, were the stars of the movie. The younger boy was slim and had very light colored, baby smooth skin. The older boy wasn't much heavier and had just a small patch of hair at the base of his peepee.
The movie started out with the two of them "waking up" in their respective beds one morning. As the younger boy was stretching his arms in an exaggerated "just woke up" style, the older boy called over to him. "Hey Jimmy, come over here and take care of this" he said, pulling down his covers and pointing to his stiff peepee. The little boy giggled and scampered over to his brother's bed and, shucking his little white underpants, climbed up. The older boy was already naked and as he lay back, Jimmy immediately put his face between his brother's legs and began noisily slurping up and down on the stiff peepee.
Aside from the ages of the boys, this stuff looked pretty tame to me, and I started to wonder when the water stuff was going to happen. Maybe, I thought, they would take their play into the bathroom and do something in the bathtub while it was full of water. In the meantime, Jimmy was still sucking and slurping on his brother and after a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close. Very suddenly, the older boy grabbed Jimmy by the hair and lifted him off his peepee. Grabbing the stiff prong with one hand, he yanked up and down on it while holding Jimmy's head by the hair with his other hand. We had seen similar incidents in the other movies and so we weren't surprised when big brother's peepee began squirting "cum" into Jimmy's face, and right into his mouth, which was hanging open and appeared ready for the creamy visitor.
The squirts didn't last too long and as soon as they finished firing, big brother stuck his peepee right back into Jimmy's mouth, who quickly began sucking the tip. I guess he was getting the remaining dribbles out, and at the same time you could see his throat muscles bobbing up and down, clearly indicating that he was swallowing down his big brother's "cum" offering. After about half a minute, big brother pulled out and, as he reached down and grabbed Jimmy by the armpits, hoisting him up so his head was on the bed pillow, asked "Did you like your cream filled donut Jimmy?" "It was good" Jimmy peeped in reply, licking his lips and opening his mouth. "See?" he said, "I swallowed it all down". "Good job" big brother said, "Next time maybe you can give me a brownie for breakfast. But for now, I have some lemonade for you."
We all watched, waiting and wondering, as big brother positioned himself astride Jimmy's chest, aiming his limp peepee, still shiny with Jimmy's spittle, over the little boy's mouth. "This cant be" I thought to myself, suddenly realizing what "lemonade" meant and how it might be applied to the "water sports" title. Almost as soon as I figured it out, Matt apparently did as well. "Holy shit" he said, "he's gonna piss in that kid's mouth". Yup. That is exactly what followed. Jimmy's mouth stretched wide open, his eyes closed, big brother placed his peepee at the opening and a golden trickle of piss slowly built into a healthy stream. And it was all flowing right into Jimmy's mouth.
Big brother pissed for quite a while, quickly filling little Jimmy's open toilet-mouth almost to the top before Jimmy was forced to swallow down the first deluge. The steady stream almost filled the opening once more before it slowly died down to a trickle and Jimmy swallowed again before closing his mouth around the dribbling peepee and sucking the rest of this piss right out of his brother before the screen went blank. The whole "movie" had lasted only around ten minutes or so.
Mr. Jarkot, who had been silent during the showing, now turned to his boys and said "Ok, you can either try this out now and watch the rest later, or you can watch the second half of the movie now and try both things at once". Matt jumped up immediately and announced "I gotta piss right now" and, instead of walking to the bathroom, or the bedroom for that matter, walked to the chair I was sitting on, pushed his groin forward and said "Open up slut fuck and get your lemonade".
Crap, I thought. This had happened so quick I hadn't even had a chance to think about the fact that it wasn't just Jimmy who had to drink piss, it was me as well! I had been so engrossed in the grossness of the movie that I forgot that it was merely a prelude to the expectations that I would be providing similar service for the boys. And while I had certainly tasted piss flavors on the various groins I had serviced, some more so than others, this wasn't about dried and stale piss residue. This was going to be straight from the fountain and the thought really wasn't appealing to me, especially when the fountain belonged to this butthead.
There would be no reprieve from Mr. Jarkot on this one apparently. He merely provided some guidance that I should "close your mouth around Matt's cock to keep any from spilling on the carpet". "Of course...wouldn't want any piss on the carpet" I thought, "not when there's Bryce's mouth available". Man these people were freaks. I couldn't wait for my father to get here and get me away from them.
So I leaned forward, put my hands on Matt's hips and took his peepee into my mouth. I wondered, if I sucked it all the way to the back, maybe I could swallow the piss down before I had much of a chance to taste it. I got my answer out quick enough, because almost as soon as his peepee was nestled deep in my mouth, Matt grunted, giggled and let loose, and a wild stream of warm, salty spray began splashing in my mouth. I was startled at first by the volume. I'm not sure if I was expecting something similar to the runny squirts of "cum" or what, but this was definitely much more than any "cum" load had been.
I swallowed quickly, almost as an instinct and before I could even think about it. The piss kept coming though and as I continued gulping it down, I quickly became aware of the flavors that accompanied it. As I said before, it was very warm and salty. Much saltier and stronger than the dried piss I had tasted before. But my idea about keeping him in the back of my mouth, swallowing quickly before I could dwell on it, served me well and I was able to finish him off without gagging or throwing up. Almost as quickly as the stream started, it ended, just a few stray drops leaking onto my tongue as I sucked away, Matt's peepee now starting to stiffen as I did so.
"That was wicked cool" Matt exclaimed as he grunted one last time, trying to force the remainder of his bladder juice into my mouth, actually squeezing out a little fart at the same time. The three of them started laughing as he did so and I just pulled my head back, again disgusted at the sickness of these people. "What are you doing?" Matt asked. "Finish" he added, thrusting his now stiff peepee back into my face. So I leaned forward and again began sucking him, sliding my lips up and down his stiffness for a minute or two until he finished up, adding his "cum" to the "lemonade" now sloshing around in my stomach.
"You ready for a go Oscar?" Mr. Jarkot asked. "I already pissed this morning so maybe I'll wait" the boy replied. "Ok, how about you get something to drink before I restart the movie, so you'll at least have some built up for later" Mr. Jarkot suggested. "Alright" Oscar replied, heading for the kitchen "But I do want a blowjob real quick" he added, returning to the living room a minute or so later with a full glass of juice and a stiff peepee standing directly in front of me. I obediently leaned forward and took him in my mouth. The weird thing was I had somehow accepted my passive role and wasn't even hesitating anymore. I just did what was expected of me, not even concerned that we were right there in the open living room and everyone was watching the "little slut fuck" do his job. As I bobbed up and down and thought about this, I was becoming a little concerned that maybe the weirdness of these freaks was rubbing off on me.
Oscar didn't take too long, so that was good and the only thing different from the other times I had sucked him was that Mr. Jarkot actually took a direct interest in what was going on. Before, when something would happen in front of him, he was usually pretty causal about it, going about his own business, almost as if a ten year old sucking the peepee or butthole of his twelve year old sons was just as normal as could be. This time though, he stood right next to Oscar and, when I would glance up, I could see that he was staring, not only at my mouth sliding back and forth, but was stealing glances at Oscar's backside.
My hands were wrapped around Oscar's hips, one on each buttcheek. Just as Oscar started groaning, his peepee flexing out its runny sauce into my throat, I felt Mr. Jarkot's hand as it brushed against my own. I could feel that he had started squeezing Oscar's buttcheek as Oscar was quirting his "cum" and his fingers were now sliding right into Oscar's buttcrack. As I finished, swallowed and pulled away, I heard Oscar ask his father "What was that about?" "Oh, nothing", Mr. Jarkot responded casually, "You have a nice butt and I thought I would help out a little is all". "Oh, thanks" Oscar replied, unwittingly. If only you knew, I thought as I swallowed again. If only you knew.
To be continued.