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 3
Well I did eventually have an opportunity to do some stuff with Adam, but not as quickly as I would have liked. He hadn't visited Devin's house in a while and it would be a while more before he made it back again (more on him later). In the meantime, a routine was forming again that involved my day and nighttime sucking activities. Nights were still all about dad, who was still demanding daily trips between his legs. Daytimes were also becoming a little more frequent. Apparently Adam's prolonged absence from the scene had caused a stirring in Devin. Whereas before it had been several weeks between episodes, now almost every time we ended up someplace private, he was pulling his shorts down.
At first, he would always start by taking a leak. I guess that was what he used to open the door. Whip it out on the pretext of taking a piss and finish up by stuffing it in my mouth. But when we found ourselves in places where a piss was out of the question (like his garage) he would just pull his shorts down and say "Wanna?" His peepee would already be stiff or well on its way and I never once turned him down. I would just slide to my knees and put my face in his groin. Apparently, that was my role in this life and I was becoming used to it. Most times the strong piss smell and taste were pretty prevalent, but after a while, I became so used to it that I didn't even pay much attention. Heck, by the time I was swallowing his "cum", his peepee was pretty clean from my sucking anyway.
I was still curious about how purple the head of his peepee was. I would always stare at it a few moments before I would pop it in my mouth, imagining his "cum" squirting from the tip and splashing into my throat. I would also always spend a few seconds with just that head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it a few times before starting in on my sucking and slurping. One day, just as I felt Devin was ready to unload, I did pull my head up enough until just that purple head was between my lips. Sucking with just my lips, I could feel each of the jet like propulsions of his squirts as they exited his peepee hole and sprayed up and into my mouth. It was actually one of the neatest moments of my sucking life so far feeling the splashes of his juice against the roof of my mouth, across my teeth and down onto my tongue.
And so time went on and those very scenes played out over the next several weeks. If we were in a particularly secluded area, sometimes Devin would initiate our play by getting down on his knees and sucking my little peepee. Bobbing back and forth across my stiffness, he would turn my legs to putty in a few short minutes and I was seeing stars again. But mostly it was me on my knees, doing the sucking and the gulping, somewhat content to play the passive role. And while it never arose to the frequency of my activities with Bobby, it wasn't uncommon for me to be sucking and gulping down a load of Devin's "cum" two or three times a day on the weekends and then at least once in the afternoons after school during the week. I even showed him how I could lick his balls and groin area and he liked that a lot as well so we incorporated that into the event when time would allow. Of course at night, I was still making the trips down the hall to my dad's room.
Things took a sudden turn for the worse one sunny Saturday afternoon. That morning, Devin and I hooked up as usual and I had taken care of him pretty quickly. After that we were bumming around, not doing much of anything, when he asked, almost in passing, "Have you ever been buttfucked?" "Buttfucked?" I thought to myself, what the heck is "buttfucked?" I sat thinking for a minute and remembered one time when Devin had said something about "fucking" my mouth. That was what he did, he said, when I was sucking him. So based on that pretty graphic visual in my mind, I figured that "butt fucking" must mean fucking the butt. Heck I had done that plenty of times. My dad used to slide his peepee in my butt crack all the time before the whole sucking thing came up. Shoot, that was even easier than sucking, all I had to do was lay there.
Assuming I had figured this one out, and being a little proud that I didn't need someone to explain something, I told Devin, matter of fact, that I had. "Did you like it?" he asked. "Oh yes" I quickly responded, "It feels good" I added, recalling in my mind how my dad used to rub up and down on my stiff little peepee while he rubbed his own bigger peepee against me. Devin didn't ask who I had done it with so I guess he assumed it must have been with Bobby (I had never mentioned anything to him about what was going on with my dad). His next question was no surprise though. "Can I do that with you?" he asked rather excitedly. "Sure" I responded, "but we can't do it here". And we couldn't. We were literally walking down the street with a row of houses down each side. "No, not here" Devin said laughing, "at your house. I have to get some lotion from my house and I'll meet you there in ten minutes".
So Devin headed towards his house and I walked back to mine. "What the heck does he need lotion for?" I wondered to myself as I walked in. Dad was gone for the day so when Devin arrived a few minutes later it was just the two of us. "Let's do it in your bed" he suggested so we walked to the bedroom, Devin shucking his shorts as soon as we entered. I removed my own shorts and underwear and climbed on the bed, laying on my side. Devin was already stiff as a nail, his purple head poking out from the flap of skin and he was fumbling with a little plastic bottle. I could see that it was in fact lotion, the little bottle kind that you would get at a hotel or someplace like that. "What's that for" I asked as he squirted some onto his fingers. "It's to make my dick slippery" he responded as he began smearing the white cream all around his peepee. "Wow", I thought to myself. I bet that makes it feel much better sliding back and forth between my cheeks. Devin really did know a lot about these things.
"Roll onto your stomach" he said as he finished, wiping his hands on his shorts which he then tossed to the floor. I was used to doing this on my side, but didn't argue, just did what he said as he climbed on the bed and positioned himself behind me, on his knees. He grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and spread them apart and then leaned down and forward. I could feel the coolness of the lotion as the tip of his peepee made contact with the inner folds of my butt cheeks. But instead of leaning further into me and allowing his peepee to slide up between my cheeks, he pushed straight down and I could feel that purple head pushing against my butt hole.
"Gross, his peepee hit my butthole" I thought as I shifted myself a little to help Devin guide himself further up. When I did so, he did slide up my crack but, instead of thanking me, he said "Don't move, you made me miss". So I held still as he let go of one of my cheeks and I could feel him again lining his peepee up. When the tip hit my hole again, I shifted again, trying to help him out. Apparently Devin didn't know a lot about this, because all he had to do was lay down and it would have laid right down between my cheeks. Instead he was trying too hard, or at least that's what I thought. When I shifted again, Devin got a little angry, more frustrated that anything else, and told me "Stop moving, you are making it slip out".
Then he ordered me to use my own hands to pull my cheeks open, so I reached back and spread them as wide as I could. How he could miss that target, I had no idea. This time, with both hands free and my butt cheeks spread wide, he was able to direct his peepee back inside. But the idiot missed again. His peepee was still hitting my butthole instead of laying between the cheeks. Just as I was about to say something, I felt Devin's hips pump down, and the head and around two inches of his peepee slid right down into my butt hole.
"Ow. Ow. Owwwwww" I cried out as I quickly let go of my butt cheeks and Devin speared the rest of his peepee right down into my hole. "What are you doing" I cried out. There was an awful pain in my bottom that was worse than any poop coming out had ever been. "I'm butt fucking you" Devin responded as his hips started pumping up and down, causing his peepee to slip back and forth inside my hole. "Stop, it hurts" I said as I tried to raise up. "It feels good silly" Devin responded as he pushed down on me, using his bigger body to hold mine in place. Well, it did not feel good to me and as I lay there, Devin's hips slapping into my butt cheeks, his peepee sliding back and forth in my hole, I cursed myself for my ignorance. If "mouth fucking" meant the peepee went into the mouth, "butt fucking" must mean it goes into the butt, not the cheeks. Duh. How stupid was I?
Pretty soon the sharp pains started to die down, but there was still an ache in my bottom as Devin continued his thrusts in and out. He was now laying full down on me and his face was pressed against the side of my head, his hot, ragged breaths panting across my ear. Somewhere down between my legs I could hear a wet, slurping sound, the sound of a lotion coated peepee slipping in and out of my butt hole. My butthole, for crying out loud. Why in the world would anyone want to stick their peepee into a hole that poop comes out of? And as Devin kept at for quite a while, I lay there, confused as heck, but resigned to this fate I had unwittingly created for myself, anxious for it to end.
"Oh man, your butt is tight" Devin whispered between breaths and as his thrusts increased and became a little more frantic, he announced "I'm gonna shoot my baby juice in your butt. Right, Uh, in, uhh, your butt". Three more thrusts followed, then he held himself deep inside for a few seconds. Then he thrust a couple more times and finally held his groin tight against my butt, wiggling his hips a little side to side as he groaned in my ear. I cried out again when he pushed deep. There was a new pain that opened up way inside me as his peepee pushed farther than it had before. And as he held himself tight against me, I could feel a warm sensation deep inside my butt. A wet, foreign feeling that felt like it was slowly spreading inside me. There was no doubt Devin's "baby juice" was being injected deep, very deep, into my hole.
I just lay there, not even looking his way as Devin climbed off me. "Holy shit that was good" he exclaimed as he shuffled around the room looking for his shorts. "I thought Adam had a tight hole, but yours was practically choking my dick" he laughed as he walked towards the door. "I gotta get home for dinner, I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we can do that again, OK?" he finished as he walked out the door. I heard the front door slam and continued laying there, almost afraid to move. My butt hurt something fierce and I started crying as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up suddenly. It was dark out, but the hall light was shining in through my open bedroom door. I quickly realized I wasn't alone as I felt a pair of hands prying my butt cheeks apart. "What did you do?" I heard my father ask. Turning my head to the side, I saw him standing next to me, dressed only in his underwear, and peering down at my exposed butt hole. "Devin butt fucked me" I replied, rather sheepishly, very embarrassed at having been discovered this way. That was mistake number one, although I wasn't sure what else to say. I was laying there, face down and naked, lotion (and no doubt "cum") smeared all around my butt hole, what other explanation could there possibly be? There was a long pause. "Are you ok?" he asked next. "Yes" I said, hoping he would let me be and just go away. That was mistake number two.
Dad let go of my cheeks and slid his underwear to the floor. His peepee was stiff and poking straight up. Darn. This was really bad timing. I really was in no mood to do any sucking tonight after having just been "butt fucked". So I laid my head back down on my pillow. Hopefully he would get the hint and leave me be. Instead, I watched, a feeling of dread coming over me, as he reached over and grabbed the little bottle of lotion still sitting on the nightstand. Squeezing the little plastic bottle, a gob of the cream squirted onto his hand. He then began smearing the lotion all over his peepee after it was sufficiently coated, he reached over and spread my butt cheeks once again. Using his index finger, he smeared some of the slippery stuff onto my hole and then slid the finger right inside me. I jerked as he did so and started to raise up from the bed. "Dad, I don't want to" I started to say, but he was having none of that. "Lay down and be quiet" he ordered as he climbed onto the bed behind me and pushed his free hand down on my back, pushing my head back onto my pillow.
After hopping on the bed and pushing me down into the pillow, dad wasted no time in mounting me from behind. He pulled his finger out of my butthole and immediately replaced it with the tip of his peepee. Having just gone through this very event with Devin, I knew what was to follow so I tried again to raise up and wiggled my hips, trying desperately to prevent his penetration. It was no use. Dad merely pushed his hand harder against my back, realigned his peepee and pushed. Hard. The first scream went into my pillow as three inches of him slid into me. The second scream, eerily familiar to the shriek I had heard from Bobby months before, was more vocal as I turned my head to the side to breathe. As I did so, two more frantic pushes from dad buried the rest of his peepee into me and he pushed my face back into the pillow and lay flat against my back.
As I lay there, whimpering into my pillow, my body and legs locked in place by the sheer weight of my father against my back, the images I had seen of Bobby's thin legs sticking out from under my father flashed back into my mind. Bobby's cries weren't because dad was rubbing against his butt after all. Bobby had been "butt fucked" by my dad, just like I was being "buttfucked" right now and now I knew why he had cried so much. My butthole felt like it was on fire. It had stretched so far that it was causing a horrific stinging, burning sensation that was only intensified as dad began sliding himself in and out.
I'm not sure if it was because my butt was so tight, or if it had something to do with the struggles and crying, but dad didn't waste much time and thankfully didn't last near as long as Devin had. Just as soon as he had me locked in place, he began pumping his hips, sliding his peepee in and out and in and out very rapidly. After about twenty thrusts, slap slapping against my bottom, his ballsack smacking up against my own, he cried out himself, and then I could feel that warm sensation as he unloaded deep inside me. It felt like the wetness was spreading far deeper than that of Devin's. "Uh, Uh, Uhhhhh" he groaned into my ear as his body shook violently before he collapsed on top of me, his dead weight making it very hard to move or even breathe.
After a moment or two, I could feel his peepee begin to soften and slowly begin to slip from my butthole. I was still in incredible pain, but at least the worst of it, the burning sensation, was starting to subside as he got up, grabbed his underwear and walked silently from the room. I laid there sobbing, aching between my legs and all the way up to my back and shoulders. After a bit, I can barely remember slowly getting up and hobbling to the bathroom, "cum" running down the inside of my leg. I tried my best to clean my bottom. More than a little of the lotion and "cum" was swapped up with handfuls of toilet paper, which I tossed into the toilet. I then gingerly reached back to feel my butthole and was shocked when, instead of the tight little ring I was used to, I discovered a gaping, very sore hole that I could literally slip not just one, but two fingers right into.
I returned to my room where I retrieved my own underwear, which I slid on before climbing slowly into bed and pulling the covers over me. I was still sobbing and couldn't get over how my butthole had been grossly enlarged by these past two events. I was horrified at the prospect of living the rest of my life with a butthole so big that it wouldn't even hold my poop inside. All because stupid me let Devin have his way, thinking I was going to get my peepee rubbed real nice and some "cum" in my buttcrack. Instead, my insides had been rearranged, coated with "cum" and now I had a butthole the size of a quarter. I am such an idiot. And those were my thoughts as I eventually, thankfully, drifted off to sleep.
I slept late the next morning and when I finally did get out of bed, dad was already gone. I again hobbled to the bathroom, where I pulled down my underwear to inspect my damaged hole. To my surprise and great relief, it had closed up almost completely, although it was still quite painful, especially when I used my fingers to check for damage. I sat in the bathtub for a while, allowing myself to soak in the warm water, which did help the pain a little. As I exited the tub and dried myself off, I collected my underwear and started to head back to my bedroom. Walking down the hall, I glanced at my hands. There in my hands were my underpants. There in the bottom of my underpants was a drying wetness that had caused a very noticeable, very brown round stain.
End of part 3 To be continued.