Part 3 - Discovering myself
I finally got home. I had been orally raped, first by 17yo Vitor and then by Vitor's 15yo brother Miguel and his buddy Luis, my two "favourite" bullies. As I came in, I ran straight into the toilet, trying not to let anyone see me.
I eagerly looked myself in the mirror. I could notice my lips were a little swollen from the three mouth rapes I had just endured, but apart from that, I seemed ok. I think I was almost surprised that my looks had not changed from the disgusting things that had happened to me. I gargled with mouthwash again and again and then took a long hot shower, desperately hoping to cleanse the taste and the smell that reminded me of what I had just suffered, but the memory would be much harder to erase, even if I tried not to think of what would be waiting for me the next day.
Mom was already calling me for dinner so I had to rush out of the shower, dry myself quickly and run to the dinner table. Fortunately, my parents didn't suspect anything, neither could my brother Carlos imagine that his own kid brother had been mouth-raped first by his best friend Vitor and then by two more horny teen cocks.
After dinner, I decided it would be best to go to bed early and try to sleep off the memory of what had happened. After washing my teeth (for much longer than usual, still remembering the events of the day) I stripped the shorts and tshirt I had quickly slipped on for dinner and picked up my pyjamas.
That's when I happened to notice myself naked in the mirror. I stopped, strangely surprised by the sight, as if I was seeing myself for the first time. I left the pyjamas on the bed and touched myself in front of the mirror, feeling my silky skin and pale-white body, still perfectly smooth. I turned myself around, twisting my head back to look at my round plump behind. Did it really look girlish, I thought. Why had they picked on me? Could it be that there really was something wrong with me? Could they be right when they said I was a sissy? Or... a faggot?!
I remembered how they had made me spread my buttocks and show them my arse and I did the same in front of the mirror, wondering why it turned them on so much to see it. Bending slightly forward and pulling my cheeks wide apart, I could see my pink rosebud at the centre of my white round globes. I touched it with my fingertips and felt a strange tingle that made my arse ring twitch in and out, just like I had done for Miguel and Luis.
I pressed the tip of my finger against the little ring of lips. At first they felt painfully dry, but with some spit on the tip of my finger I managed to press it in a little. I'm not sure why I did it, perhaps I just needed to know how it would feel to have a cock pushed inside me, though, in reality, the little pain I was experiencing from my finger could hardly prepare me for the real thing. I was certainly afraid of the thought of Vitor fucking my hole, but I don't think I actually considered that it would happen, or fully realise what that would mean. My imagination didn't go that far...
After maybe a couple of minutes pushing my fingertip in and out, my sphincter seemed to be more relaxed and I managed to push my whole middle finger inside. The pain was now more like discomfort and at the same time, that strange tingle I felt before was now much stronger and seemed to be coming from deeper inside me. It even felt good in some way I couldn't really explain.
I suddenly realised my little boy-cock was rock hard, as I had never quite felt it before. Still pushing the finger in and out, I touched my dick with my free hand and the feeling sent a heat wave all over me. I closed my eyes and moaned under the spell of these strange pleasures I was discovering: first the awakening of my anal sensitivity and next my first conscious masturbation.
I was totally lost in this exploration of my barely pubescent body when something suddenly startled me and made me open my eyes. I had been so engrossed in my thoughts and feelings that I hadn't realized my brother had entered our shared room. He was just standing there, staring at me, and he was rubbing a huge lump in his boxers.
At first, I froze, and then I jumped in shock as a tidal wave of embarrassment made me feel like I was blushing from head to toe. I grabbed my pyjamas and I quickly slid into them, with my back turned to Carlos. Strangely, he seemed just as startled by my sudden reaction and tried to conceal his own erection that made his shorts tent high away from his crotch.
I felt some comfort as I slid quickly under my bed covers and faced the wall, away from him. I was sure he was going to start mocking and teasing me like he always did, but this time he did nothing of the sort. I heard him get into bed and the light was turned off, making me sigh with relief.
For a couple of minutes our room was silent. Then I heard this regular rustling sound coming from his bed and I also noticed his breathing getting heavier. I am sure I must have heard all of it before (after all, Carlos was 17, 5 years older than me, and we had shared the same room since I was a little boy), though only this time I started to realise what it meant. I looked towards his side of the room and the glare of light in the hall shinning under the door was enough for me to distinguish the humping movement under the covers has he worked on relieving the raging hard on triggered by the sight of my naked body in front of the mirror.
The excitement I was feeling before Carlos surprised me came back. I rolled on my belly and pulled my pyjama shorts down my thighs, getting my arse naked under the protection of the covers. I caressed again my own smooth firm buttocks but I didn't touch my hard pecker. I realised that as it rubbed on the sheets the friction of the cloth on the circumcised gland felt even more fantastic than my hand. I eagerly moved my hips to enjoy that new delicious sensation and I heard my brother moan and the rustling noise from his bed increased. I froze still, realising he too could make out the movement under my covers. I was ashamed that my brother could figure out what I was doing, but I was too aroused to stop. I tried to pick up the friction of my cock on the sheets more quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice it.
At the same time, I slid my hand along my arse crack and once more pushed a spit-wet finger in my eager hole. He must've noticed something, because his breathing got heavier again. Just as my finger penetrated my hole, with only a little of the discomfort I had felt before, my sphincter immediately clenched tight on it and I felt something like an electric shock run deep inside me. I moaned out of control, before I could silence myself by biting hard on my pillow. My little dick must've shot only a few drops of seminal fluid, but my whole body shook and I even felt tears in my eyes, under the rush of the first orgasm in my still budding puberty.
As I finally calmed down, my curiosity led me to touch the wet stop on the sheets where my little cock had spewed my first boy-load. I took my fingers to my mouth and tasted it. The taste wasn't as strong and salty as the cum I had had in my mouth that day. I slid down to the wet spot so I could taste directly. Most of the product of my first little orgasm had already soaked into the sheets, but by licking the stain, I still managed to savour it a little more.
At the same time, I heard Carlos grunt and gasp just I had heard from Vitor, Miguel and Luis that same afternoon. I knew he too had shot his load and somehow that made me feel closer to my brother than I had ever felt, as if our almost simultaneous orgasms had created a strange complicity between us.
I finally fell asleep, after a day so full of mind-blowing events.