Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 19:57:35 -0700
From: Dickie <dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: Nasty Games  (Gay incest)

Copyright: This is my story! So there!

Disclaimer: I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT!

Real Disclaimer: This is a short story based in truth but is a work of
fiction. If you can't tell the difference between fact and fiction please
don't read this. If you get any ideas about molesting a kid by reading
this story then please stop reading this story. If you are underage and
not allowed to read such stories as this one then please leave, you don't
need this. If you are a closet pedo and find the only release you can get
is by reading things like this, then by all means please read, it's
better then actually molesting someone.


Nasty Games
By Dickie


I remember my first experience with sex; it wasn't anything
traumatic, in fact it was fun to have an older boy who liked to play with
me. It happen while visiting my uncle's farm in the summer, my
brothers and I would take turns in the summer to go and work on his farm
we would take a week or two each. This was my first summer visit since I
just turned six, I was to help my Aunt more than my Uncle, I was too
small for anything heavy or hard. Besides my Uncle was too busy to
baby-sit me, so my work was at the house most of the time.

My cousin was eleven, a big boy to me, he had the same brown hair I did
and with the sixties style all the boys wore. He was a solid child from
all the hard work he did, his face was so round and his eyes so slanted,
he looked more like an elf than a farm boy. I found out some years later
that my Uncle and Aunt adopted him, and of course at the age of six much
like now with all boys, when I looked at him my eyes went first to his
butt. He wore tight blue jeans, most cloths were tight then, those were
the good old days. The back pockets of those jeans would accent his butt
making you to want to bury your face in those cheeks, or spank them raw.

One of my chores was to run my Uncle and cousin's lunches out to
them in the field. One day I came running out to the field with their
lunches, not paying attention to what was going on around me, just
daydreaming. I was wearing an old worn out tee shirt and a pair of summer
shorts from last summer, which I shouldn't have been wearing
because they were at least a size too small. They hung tight to my legs
and would ride up my thighs to the point you couldn't see the pant
legs anymore and my small butt cheeks would push out from underneath. I
came up on the tractor, it wasn't running, and I felt that they
must be on the other side. As I approached I heard the slapping sounds; I
walked slowly around the tractor and saw my Uncle spanking my cousin. My
cousin Billy was over my Uncle's knee with his pants and underwear
down to his feet. I saw the red glow from his plump bubble butt, and
heard him crying that he was sorry, he was kicking or screaming just like
my brothers and I do when we get a spanking.

My Uncle turned his head and saw me standing there with their lunches.
"Come here Dickie." His voice wasn't mad or angry like the other
adults in my life who spanked me. In fact as I remember it almost all
adults who spanked me hard would be yelling, but my Uncle was real quiet
about it.

I took a few steps closer, my eyes never leaving Billy's
butt. `My God.' I thought. `That is so neat.' I
always liked watching other kids in school and day care get spanked, it
is and always will be my hang up. My slow steps must have told my Uncle
that I was scared, because he kept his voice real clam.

"Come on Dickie. I'm not mad at you."

"What did Billy do?" My voice was almost a whisper. One of my
uncle's hands was stretched out to me while his other hand was
resting on Billy's butt, rubbing his sore baby smooth bottom.

"Billy didn't do as he was told this morning, so now he's get
a spanking. Isn't that right Billy!" With each word that was spoken
another hard slap hit his rear.

Billy had his arms wrapped around his father's lower leg and his
hands tightly holding on to each other, that way his hands wouldn't
fly back to protect his bottom. With each slap Billy would jerk and cry.
" I'm sorryy paw! Please I-I'm soorryy!" But all that bought
him were more spanks.

My uncle took the lunch sacks from me, and then put his right hand out
and around my waist to draw me in closer. I stood next to my Uncle
looking down at Billy's sore bottom. Boy was it red!

"Put your hand it Dickie." My Uncle told me, wanting me to feel
Billy's bottom. I placed my hand ever so lightly on Billy's
butt; I've always loved the way that felt, soft yet firm. It felt
hot. I began to rub Billy's bottom, he just lay there sobbing, I
guess he was grateful there weren't any spanks right then.

"Now how does that feel?"

"It feels hot." My voice was a bit shaky, in my house if one boy got
spanked we all got spanked, I was afraid I would be next.

"That's right. And I'll do the same to you if you don't
do as your told. O.K.?" He was talking real slow and clam, to be sure I
understood and that there would be no questions about it later.

"Now you head back to the house and tell your Aunt we'll going to be a
little late for supper.
Because"-SLAP!-"someone"-SLAP!-"forgot"-SLAP!-"to"-SLAP!-"fuel"-SLAP!-
"the"-SLAP!-"tractor"-SLAP!-"this"-SLAP!-"morning!"-SLAP!

With the last spank I turn and ran like the Dickens for the house; I
could hear Billy crying how sorry he was all the way across the field.
When I entered the house my Aunt was in the kitchen cooking something, I
was out of breath when I ran in, it took a few minutes for me to calm
down enough to speak.

"Uncle John said that they were going to be late for supper!" This was
said with an air of urgency in my voice, my Aunt stepped over to me and
kneeled down so we were face to face.

"What's wrong honey?" She placed her hand on my shoulder to calm me
down.

"Billy's getting a spanking!" I told her as if this was the most
exciting thing around.

She just smiled at me. "What did Billy do wrong?"

"Uncle John said he forgot to fuel the tractor!" I was so excited by what
I had seen, a bare bottom being spanked and I got to touch it! As well as
getting away before I got spanked.

"Oh that poor boy, he knows it's his job to get that damn tractor
fueled and ready in the morning. So what did your Uncle tell you about
that?" All the while her hand was rubbing my back to calm me, her hand
did rest more than once on my bottom and pat me there.

"That I should do as I'm told or I'll get a spanking too!" My
eyes were as wide as saucers.

"That's right dear. Now the laundry is done, so after you've
eaten your lunch, I want you to start folding and putting the laundry a
way. O.K.?" She said this with a little pat on my bottom.

"Yes em." I sat at the kitchen table and ate the sandwich and milk that
was waiting for me. When I finished I took my plate and glass to the sink
like a good boy; the last thing I wanted was to get into trouble for
leaving the dishes out, and Uncle John spanked hard from what I had seen.

I was in the laundry room folding and sorting the clothes; well folding
and sorting as best as a six-year-old could do, when I heard something
outside the window. I stopped and walked over to the dirty clothes
hamper, stepped up on it, I got on my knees and looked out the window. I
was leaning out the window looking for what I had heard when I saw my
cousin lugging a big can of fuel from around the side of the house. I
guess that he was taken the fuel out for the tractor, and he was having a
hard time with the weight of the can, he stopped by the window for a
breather.

"You ok?" I asked in a low whisper.

Poor Bill didn't know I was there, the kid jumped scared. "Oh
it's you. Yeah I'm ok." He wiped the sweat from his face; I
could still see the streaks the tears left behind.

"When can we go play?" I was standing on my knees on top of the clothes
hamper, bent over the windowsill, leaning out the window to talk to
Billy.

"I guess when Paw and I finish the field. Won't be until after
supper though." He looked over at me knowing it was his fault they had to
work later now. " I'm sorry Dickie. I know you wanted to go play in
the barn."

"That's ok." I wasn't allowed to play in the barn without
Billy or someone older there, we use to jump from the loft into a pile of
hay it was the greatest game I knew. "You think we could do it after
supper?"

"I guess. If I can stay outta trouble. I better get this can to Paw
before I get another spanking." With that Billy picked up the can and
began to lug it around the house and back out to the field. I watched him
walk away, my eyes still rested on his butt, wondering if I would be able
to touch it again.

SLAP!

A hard slap against my bottom woke me up from my daydreaming. I turned to
see my Aunt standing behind me with her hands on her hip, and a stern
look on her face.

"Honey your suppose to be folding the clothes!" She said this leaning
down to look me in the face.

"I'm sorry. I was just--"

"Daydreaming?"

I had turned around to face her and was rubbing my bottom, being very
much afraid.

"Now honey your mother told me you have a bad habit of daydreaming when
you should be working. Now I don't have time for this." My Aunt
hadn't seen Billy she had thought I was just hanging out the window
daydreaming, but every time I tried to tell her, she hushed me. She
turned and walked over to a chair that was in the corner as she sat down
she monition for me to come over to her. I knew what was coming and I was
not too happy about it, I got down on the floor and walked to her, tears
were beginning to form.

"Please don't." I begged.

As I got to her, she picked me up and laid me across her lap. I felt her
fingers slide under the elastic band on my tight shorts, she pulled the
seat of my shorts down to expose my bottom. She laid her hand on my
bottom and spoke in a stern voice. "Now your going to learn everyone has
a job here, and when you or Billy don't do your job, you get a
spanking."

"Yes em." I was already crying.

SLAP! I jumped. The slap did hurt but not near as bad as when my mom did
it.

SLAP! I was bawling not so much that it hurt, but I was being spanked,
and that was enough.

SLAP! Although the slaps did sting they didn't bite that badly and
my buns were beginning to warm up.

SLAP! They were beginning to hurt a bit more now and I was worrying how
many more there were.

SLAP! The last slap landed in the center of my bottom and was the hardest
of the five.

"Now do we understand each other? Or do you need some more?" She spoke as
her hand was rubbing my warm butt.

"N-No more please." I was lying there sobbing wishing that there
weren't going to be anymore.

She pulled my shorts back up and put me on the ground. "Alright then. You
get back to your chores and let me know when you're finished."

Sniff "Yes em." I turned and went back to folding clothes, with my warmed
buns as a reminder to do my work then play.

She stood up and left the room. Ever since I can remember I've
always loved cool air on my butt after a spanking, the cheeks were always
sensitive to the cool air when they were warm. This was no exception; my
buns were warm and getting warmer in my shorts. I look through the door
and saw my Aunt going upstairs, I then pushed the seat of my shorts down
to feel the cool air coming though the open window. I kept one eye on the
stairs just in case she came back down so I could pull them back up
before I was caught. I continued to fold the clothes for sometime my butt
had almost cooled completely down, when I heard.

"Do you always fold clothes with your butt hanging out?"

I jumped and practically screamed. I turned in shock trying to pull my
seat back up, and saw Billy looking in the window. "You scared me!" I
cried out.

"Shh! Where's mom?"

"Upstairs."

"Come here."

I walked over to the hamper again and got on it to be closer to Billy. He
had stood up on a box outside the window so his face was higher than last
time.

"Turn around." Billy spoke in a whisper. "Watch for mom."

I did as Billy had said; I had to bend a little to see across the house
to the stairwell. I felt Billy pulling my shorts down; I liked it when
the older boys at school played with my butt that's what I thought
Billy wanted to do.

"So why were you folding clothes with your butt out?" Billy asked while
his hands were rubbing my cheeks.

"Aunt Sally spanked me. She said I was daydreaming and not working." I
said trying for some sympathy. "And the air helps my butt cool off."

Billy stepped up on his toes and kissed my butt, I just giggled.
"That's weird." I said in a whisper. He then began to lick my butt
cheeks; he would start from the base of my cheeks and move up. Sometimes
he would go from side to side; he kept moving closer to my crack. Then I
felt his tongue squeeze between my crack and lick straight up, I was in
heaven. Nobody and I mean nobody has ever done this to me and I must say.
I LIKED IT!

Just then I heard Uncle John call Billy. "Billy come on son we got work
to do."

Billy pulled away from me and slapped my moist butt. "Gotta go bye." He
jumped down off the box he was on ran around the house. I jerk my shorts
up just before I saw my Aunt coming down stairs, I jumped down and went
to my chores before she saw me.

Sometime later I had finished the laundry and place the clothes in their
respective rooms, I walked back down stairs and told Aunt Sally I was
finished. She then gave me my coloring book and told me to go out on the
porch and color for a while, she would be with me in a little bit. When
she came out we did other chores outside like weeding her garden and
raking twigs, just basic yard work, every once in a while she would go
inside to check on supper.

After a few hours of outside work I heard the tractor getting closer,
Uncle John and Billy must be finished I thought. Just about then, they
came around the corner of the house riding on the tractor; they were
covered in red dirt.

The soil in Oklahoma is all red clay, if you worked a farm there you knew
when you went home after plowing the fields, you would be bringing most
of the field in with you. They were covered from head to toe in red dirt,
just clean spots around their eyes. They stopped the tractor by the barn
and began to walk towards the house laughing and just being happy to be
together; I guess Uncle John wasn't mad anymore. Just then my Aunt
came running out of the house with a broom in her hands yelling at them.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN MY HOUSE LIKE THAT!!" She took a
few swings at them. Uncle John and Billy kept dodging her swings and were
laughing at her. I had walked up to watch the fun.

"But honey don't you love us? Don't you want a kiss?" My
Uncle said with his arms stretched out.

"Yeah mom I wanta hug" Billy was doing the same.

"GET BACK! I swear I don't who needs a spanking more." She stood
her ground.

My Uncle saw me. "Come'er Dickie and give your old Uncle John a
hug."

My aunt grabbed me a pulled me behind her. "If you touch this child as
dirty as you two are, I swear you'll both sleep in the barn! Now
git to the barn and shower off that dirt before I take a hose to the both
of you!"

My Uncle picked up Billy and threw him over his shoulders and carried him
off to the barn, with my cousin kicking and yelling between laughs. Uncle
John slapping his upturned butt once in a while causing red dust to fly
everywhere. My Aunt told me to finish my chores and I went back to
weeding her garden, she went into the house and brought out some clean
clothes and took them to the barn. All of a sudden I heard her scream I
stood to look and saw her coming out with the front of her dress wet.

"I swear I don't know who's more child John or Billy!" She
stormed by into the house without even looking at me.

Later Uncle John and Billy came out of the barn all clean and laughing,
Billy was rubbing his butt a bit, I found out later Uncle John had play
spanked him in the shower. Uncle John did that sometimes when we would
wrestle, it was just a game. Billy came running over to me and tackled me
on the grass and began to wrestle me. My Uncle went into the house.

We rolled back and forth on the ground till finally I was face down on
the grass and Billy was on top of me, he had my hands pulled up in front
of me holding them to the ground, while he laid there grinding his hips
into my butt. He would push down then I would push back up.

"Do you give up?" He asked in triumph.

"I give! I give!" I yelled half laughing. He then would push down; I
would push back up.

"What do you give?" He whispered into my ear. Again he pushed down and I
pushed back up.

"What do you want?" I turned my head to see him. Again we pushed against
each other, I didn't understand what we were doing I just knew I
liked it.

"I want your butt." He said this seemingly unsure of himself, again we
pushed back and forth.

I busted out laughing "You can't have my butt! My legs will fall
off!"

Billy rolled off me laughing. I climb on top of him, he put his arms
around me and I felt as if I had the bestest friend in the world right
there. I would have done anything for him, or let him do anything he
wanted to me. Billy had brought his hands to my butt cheeks and squeezed
them; I just giggled and let him play with me.

My Uncle called out the door. "Come inside and get cleaned up for dinner
boys."

We jumped up and ran inside the house but before we could get up the
stairs to wash up, my Aunt yelled at us. "Billy! You two stop running in
this house!"

"Yes em" We both said together and walked the rest of the way up stairs
and to the bathroom to wash up.

Once inside the bathroom, I move over a stool to stand on to wash my
hands, this put my head even with Billy's and my waist even with
Billy's waist. I began to wash my hands and as I leaned over I felt
Billy's hands on my shorts again.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a low whisper not wanting to be heard by
anyone else.

"Sshh! Just listen if someone comes. Ok?" Billy whispered as he pushed
down my shorts.

"Ok."

I felt him pull my waist to his jean-covered crouch and he began to hump
me there in the bathroom with the door open. I could look in the mirror
and see him looking down at my butt. He pushed me forward a bit to get a
better view.

"Did you like it when I licked your butt today?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yeah! I thought it was great! Will you do it again?" I was getting
really excited.

"Yeah. But later, right now let me do this." He reached down and unfasten
his pants and opened them up and brought out his small dick. He began to
rub the little hardon up and down my crack. Then he pressed it up into
the crack but not in me, and continued to hump. Within a few seconds he
began to shutter and shake.

"Are you ok?" I had no idea what was wrong.

"Oh Yeah! That was great!" He whispered. "After super we'll go play
in the barn. Ok?"

"Alright."

"Hey! You boys stop playing up there. Come down for super." Aunt Sally
was calling up to us.

We quickly ran down stairs to supper, and just as fast, ate our dinner.
After supper we ran outside to the barn to play around. As we entered I
ran across to the ladder that led to the loft and began to climb. Billy
was right behind me with his face bumping into my rear as I was going up.
We would stand on the side of the loft and jump into the pile of hay on
the floor. It was a wondrous feeling to jump off and land on the soft
hay, then roll around jump out of it climb back up and do it again and
again.

After quite a few minutes of this we could barely stand up, we had worn
ourselves out. I made it back up on top of the loft and fell to the
floor, Billy fell on me. We were laughing so hard I couldn't see
straight, Billy grabbed me and picked me up and carried me to a bale of
hay and sat down with me over his knees; all the while laughing.

"Now you've been a bad boy. I gotta give you a spanking for jumping
off the loft." Billy said in a stern voice that kept on breaking up into
a laugh. He then grabbed my tight shorts and pealed them all the way down
to my feet and took them completely off, leaving me bare from the waist
down.

"What if someone walks in?" I was a little afraid of being caught like
this.

Billy pointed to a crack in the wall that you could see the house
through. "Just keep watch."

Smack! " You've been a bad boy." Smack! And bad boys need to be
spanked. Smack!

The swats didn't hurt at all they were just play swats, I just laid
my head to the side a let Billy play with my bottom. My buns had become
so warmed by his slaps, and the occasional rubbing I could have stayed
there all day.

"Dickie?" Smack!

"What?" Smack!

"Do you like being spanked?" A small rub.

"Sometimes. But not real ones." Smack!

"Me too." Smack! "My dad always spanks me, sometime there're nice
like these." Smack! "Does anybody ever do nasty things to you?" A small
rub.

"Like what?" I turned my head to see him; his eyes were clued on my butt.

"Oh you know, like stick something inside your hole." With this he spread
my cheeks and poked his finger at my anus, it made my cheeks tighten up.
"Or maybe put their dick into your mouth?" Now his finger was pressing
past my butt hole. "Or even lick your butt?" He removed his finger and
swatted my butt again.

"You did that today." I said with a smile remembering the feeling. Smack!

"What about the other stuff?" Smack! Now my but was getting hot.

"No. Did somebody do stuff like that to you?"

Smack! "Yeah. All the time." Billy's voice trailed off as if in
deep thought.

"Are you going to lick my butt again?" I was getting happy at this idea.

This seemed to brighten Billy up. "Ok. But you have to take 5 really hard
spanks." Billy said this with mischievous look in his eye.

"Do I have to?" I didn't like the hard ones.

"Yes."

"Ok. But make them fast."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

My eyes were closed, those spanks did really hurt but I bit my lip and
took them, I didn't want Billy to think I was a crybaby. He then
got up and moved behind me, I was laying on to of the bale looking out
the crack in the wall keeping watch. I felt his hands on my slightly
warmed cheeks and then I felt his tongue start from the bottom of my butt
and move straight up to the top, then he would move over a little and do
it again. Shivers were going up and down my back I couldn't stand
it, the sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt before. He would
rub his face back and forth on my buns then he would start licking some
more. Then he finally made it to my crack, I felt his tongue press passed
my cheeks and work all the way in to the base of my crevasse and would
move his tongue up to the top of my butt. I was pushing my ass back at
him wanting more, and he would replace himself at the bottom of my butt
and do it again. Sometimes he would lift his face and spank my moist butt
hard, then he would start licking again, I was going APE SHIT! This was
the most amazing thing I had ever felt.

"Dickie?" Billy looked up from my butt, and I looked back at him.

"What?" I was shaking I was so excited.

"Can I stick my dick inside? Please! I want to know what it feels like.
Please!" Billy was begging he looked like he was in pain.

"Are you going to pee in me?" Honesty I really thought that was what dogs
did when they stuck their dicks inside each other.

"NO!" I guess Billy couldn't believe I thought he would do that.
"It's just that everybody sticks their dicks in me and I've
never got to do it. Can I please? It's not that big. It won't
hurt hardly at all. Please?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Ok. Sure." I turned around to look out the
crack in the wall. At this point the kid could have asked me anything and
I would've said yes. Besides at the time this was all a game to me.

Billy stood back on his knees and pulled his pants down and aimed his
little dick to my hole, it slipped right in real easy. Billy was only
eleven so his dick was about the size of a finger and it didn't go
in very far, in fact it felt no different than having my temperature
taken, he had to keep himself pressed up against me or the little thing
would fall out.

Billy's breath was shallow and he began to shiver as soon as he had
entered me. "Oh man!" He said as he exhaled. "This is what it's
like? No wonder people been doing this to me all my life." With his hands
on my hips pulling us together as tightly as he could he leaned over to
my ear and said. "This is the greatest feeling in the world, Dickie.
Thank you." Then he continued to lightly fuck me. Within a few minutes he
had another dry orgasm, he fell on top of me then slipped back down to
rimming my ass.

Up to this point in my life the only things I had done with my body or my
friends' body's was to play doctor or teacher. We would spank
each other and touch and feel each other, but now this new game I just
learned was going to be my favorite.

Just as the sun was setting we were called inside to get ready for bed, I
went to bed first at eight, and Billy went to bed at ten. That night I
woke up, Billy was laying next to me and he had pulled my pajamas down
and was rubbing and finger fucking my butt. He asked me if he could stick
his dick in me again and I said he could. So ever so quietly Billy
removed his pajama bottoms and underwear and began a slow quiet fuck.
Having Billy's weight on top of me and with the slow rhythm we had;
it was the most relaxing thing I had ever felt. After Billy had his third
orgasmic thrill of the day he rolled off of me and lay down on his
stomach still bare from the waist down. I crawled under the sheet and
looked at those beautiful globes and rested my head there, occasionally I
would stick out my tongue and taste his butt cheek, it was from here I
fell back to sleep. Half naked and with my head on his bottom I slept the
rest of the night away.

This was my introduction into sex or Nasty Games.

What do you think. Should I see a shrink?

Or should I just spank the monkey again?

Dickie

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