My Best Birthdays Ever By Antonio Green Auto42376091@hushmail.com
Bb, Mb, incest, ws, mild scat, non, cons.,
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Chapter 2
FROM CHAPTER 1
In the middle of Jamie's yelling, a loud, ear piercing shriek filled the shed.
I twisted around enough to see the source of the screaming. A tiny blond boy with long, almost girlish white blond hair was screaming his lungs out, screaming and crying.
So this was who Jamie had meant when he said I was as tight as `Christian.' I knew him. He was in my class at St. Regis. He was eight years old, a little older than me, but for some reason he wasn't growing like the rest of us. He looked like a kindergartner and because of that was teased by the other boys. He was even less popular than me, but I never teased him even though in grade school pecking order I could have. Now there he stood, looking at his brother jamming into my ass. And me enjoying it. I was sure my life as I knew it was about to end. My Daddy and my Uncle would hate me. All the kids at school would hate me. I'd been caught!
"Jamie!" he shrieked, sounding for all the world like a little girl. "You hate me! You hate me! You said that was just for me. Now you'll never fuck me again. I know it. You'll only want to fuck Trenton. Not me."
He collapsed to his knees, sobbing his face buried into his hands.
What had I gotten myself into?
NOW ON TO CHAPTER 2
Dang! My classmate Christian had seen Jamie pounding my butt. Even though these guys had forced me, I was enjoying it. And I bet I looked like I was enjoying it, too. I was totally busted. There's no way he's not going to tattle on me to the other guys in our class. Nobody liked him even more than they didn't like me. So to push me down, he'd tell on me. For sure.
Jamie slowed down his pumping. I figured maybe he needed to rest or something like I sometimes had to do after I got the feeling. And Jamie had said he'd cum--I now knew for sure that meant get the feeling--that he'd cum four times. So maybe he slowed down cuz of having to rest. Or maybe because my classmate was in the doorway, on his knees bawling like a little baby.
"Aw, come on, Chrissy, don't cry," Jamie said, standing up. When he did, his dickie popped out of my hole. He was still super hard. "You know I love you. You know I'll keep fucking you anytime you want. I did you this morning, didn't I? Three times before mama called us."
Christian took a deep breath and wiped at his face. "Then why you want to do it to Trent? Ain't I good enough?"
"Aren't! Don't say ain't. It isn't proper." That was weird because I'd heard Jamie say `ain't' a lot. "Well, little guy, at my age you're horny all the time and if I could I would fuck all day. I'd fuck you all day but you're at school and stud Cubs and stuff. So, Trent was like right there. Plus, Patrick had never done it before. He's even hornier than I so I convinced him to try fucking. He didn't want to at first. Said it hurt him too much when he'd gotten fucked, but I convinced him to try it on Trent. So we got kind of carried away, I guess."
By now Patrick was standing stark naked beside Jamie, his peener still hard and only partially cleaned by my mouth.
"You mean you fuck your little brother?" he asked Jamie.
"Yeah," the brothers answered at the same time.
Quotation marks when you start?"
"About two years ago or more," Jamie answered. "I was about 9-1/2. Chrissy was six. Just turned six. He'd had a sleepover the night before with two of his buddies for his sixth birthday. He came into my room, climbed into my bed like he oftentimes does, and asked me if my peter ever got hard. I asked him why. And he said because he and his buddies had fun games playing with their hard peters."
Patrick sneered. "I told you were a faggot."
Jamie just shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
"So I asked him what games and he told me they played soda straw' and doggies in the road.' I had no idea what he was talking about, but I told him that my cleaner didn't get heart a lot. I asked him if you want to play those games with me. He said yes he did. We started with soda straw' which I'm sure you can guess was him sucking me and me sucking him. `Doggies in the road'? He let me fuck him the first time and it felt so good. After that, we've been doing it as much as we can. And the hornier I get, the more he wants me."
"You're both fucking queers," Patrick said, his voice filled with contempt. "Did it hurt him the first time?"
"No. Not at all. My dick was pretty small back them. [Still is,' Patrick teased.] told me he'd been putting stuff in his butt for a long time. So it went easy. It didn't hurt like you said it did for you."
Jamie turned to his tiny brother. "Can I make it up to you? I'm still hard. Can I do it now? And let these guys watch?"
"Whyn't you have Patrick fuck me, then," Christian pouted,
"Cuz he's too big for you. I didn't want him to hurt you."
"Did he hurt Trent?"
Jamie and Patrick looked right at me. I wasn't sure what they wanted me to say, so I told the truth.
"A little at first, Christian. Just a little. But I've been playing with my pooper for a long time, putting stuff in and stuff. Sounds like you used to do that. So I'm kinda used to things the same size as Patrick up in me. How about you? You ever put something as big as that in you?" I poined at Patrick's dickie that was now completely boned and sticking up.
"Uh huh," Christian said, nodding his head. "Besides Jamie's peener and my finger, I've put skinny Sharpies in me."
It was time to ask the only question that really mattered.
"You gonna tell on me, Christian? You gonna tell anyone at school?"
He shook his head.
"No. But you gotta do something."
"What?"
"You gotta be my friend. You don't have to tell anyone at school, but you have to be my friend."
"Of course I'll be your friend, Christian. And I don't care if the buttholes at school know it."
Christian smiled. "One more thing. Call me Chrissy. That's the name I like."
Jamie lifted Christian--no, I mean Chrissy--off his knees. He hugged him tightly to him.
"I'm kind of mad at you, Chrissy. You know you're not supposed to come in here if the door's not locked and it's closed."
"But you guys were making so much noise. And you were saying all the bad words you don't want me to say like cocksucker' and fuck' and shit' and prick' and..."
"Tell you what, Chrissy. You can say them but only in our fuck fort. Okay?"
"Yeah! Only in our FUCK fort!"
"What you wanna do, kid," Patrick asked.
"I want you to fuck me, okay" He pointed at Patrick. "And I wanna suck Jamie's COCK cuz it's got SHIT on it. And I like sucking his COCK when it's got my SHIT on it." He was saying those words extra loud.
"You sure, Chrissy?" his brother asked. "Pat's dick is pretty big for a little guy like you. And he can be rough."
"But he fucked Trent, so I want him to do it to me."
Jamie looked at his fuck buddy. Patrick shrugged his shoulders.
"I dunno. I told you that when it got done to me at first it fucking killed me. But his cock's hella big. It still hurts sometimes when he's drunk and don't use the lube stuff. I'll try to be not that rough."
Jamie smiled and pulled Chrissy tight to him. He bent down--Chrissy's that small--and licked the clear snot that'd dripped from the little boy's nose while he was crying.
"What ya waiting for, faggot?" Patrick snarled. "Get naked like these fags here."
Chrissy stripped quickly, leaving his socks on. His peener as he called it was incredibly hard and incredibly cute. He was cut like his brother and his dickie stuck straight up in the air. The head was a light purple and really pointy, not rounded. And dam it, it was longer than mine, about 2 or 1-1/2 inches.
Here's how I wanna do it," Patrick demanded. The asshole faggot Trent stays on his back. You [pointing to Jamie] get on your knees over the faggot Trent and face his legs. And you faggot Chrissy, you get between faggot Trent's legs on your knees like the faggot puppy you are. I want you to lick your brother's faggot cock clean while I fuck you. I also want you to suck my real boy jizz out of Trent's faggot asshole. Got that?"
While Patrick was bossing us around, the rest of us got into the positions he'd ordered. Chrissy looked at him when Patrick gave the last command.
"What's jizz?" the little guy asked.
"It's the baby makers I shot into him. My sperms. If Trent were a girl instead of just acting and looking like one, he'd be pregnant with my baby."
Chrissy looked at his brother. "Can boys get..."
"Nah. Don't worry about it. Pat can't make a baby in you."
Jamie scooted closer to Chrissy's mouth so his brother could start sucking on him. The dick wasn't that bad. Just a couple of stripes and spots of brown, but I wasn't sure how he'd take to sucking it off his brother's dickie. Even though he said he'd done it to his brother, I wasn't sure he'd like having my poop taste in his mouth. But the way he dove onto his big brother's cock, it looked like he liked it.
Patrick moved into place between Chrissy and my legs.
"Please be gentle," Jamie pleaded. Patrick snorted.
"OOOOO it tickles and's cold," Chrissy moaned. I looked around Jamie's upright body. Patrick had knelt back on his heals and was putting the slippy stuff on his super hard dick.
"You ready, faggot baby?" Patrick snarled at Chrissy. Chrissy nodded eagerly.
"Okay, then, get down and start sucking my man sperm out of faggot Trent's asshole. Jamie, hold his head there. Make sure he don't pull away. If he doesn't, I'll hurt him so bad you'll be able to feel it."
I could feel a wet, round fleshy tongue probe my hole. I'd never even thought about this let alone had someone do it to me. I don't know if you ever had this done to you, but it's fucking awesome. It was kind of embarrassing, especially when I farted out some of Patrick's sperms right into hiss mouth. But, well, I couldn't help it.
Patrick moved into place closer to Chrissy's hole. Jamie held his brother's head at my hole. Then the Patrick pushed hard.
I could feel Chrissy screaming into my butthole. I kind of tickled but it was hella scary, too. I could feel him trying to pull away but Jamie's hands held him in place.
"Take it easy, dude," Jamie pleaded, tears in his voice. "Please don't hurt him."
Patrick grunted then said, "Let go of his head. I wanna hear this."
He did and Chrissy started yelling, "Stop. Please. Not so fast. Slow down. Let it feel better. Please."
Patrick then shoved real hard. I think he got all the way in because Chrissy started shrieking and crying.
"Nobody waited for waited for me to feel better," Patrick shouted and started pounding really hard. Funny thing, he was crying harder than Chrissy. In fact, pretty quick Chrissy stopped crying and was grunting and moaning with every hard shove into his hole. He was liking it! But Patrick acted like a crazy kid. He acted like it hurt him! Since he'd cum inside me not too long ago, he took a long time to cum. Maybe 10 or 15 minutes. During that whole time, Chrissy was going back and forth between my leaky butthole and his brother's now clean cocklet.
I wanted to make my little classmate feel good so I stretched for his peener. I guess it must have already felt pretty good cuz when I touched his hard nail, he shook and jerked around with an intense, dry cum. Patrick must have felt it. He slammed hard into the boy's rectum and held him tightly by the hips while he orgasmed.
He held Chrissy in place for a moment, then stood up suddenly, pulling his softened cock out of Chrissy's hole.
Patrick moved away from the mattress, keeping his back to us as much as possible. He quickly pulled on his underwear and jeans, picked up his shirt, shoes, and socks and stormed to the door.
We all looked at each other. Chrissy was panting, still coming down from his orgasm.
"Goddamned motherfucking faggots. I hate you all," Patrick screamed. But even through the yelling, you could hear his tears.
Strange, strange dude.
To be continued