Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2012 20:34:30 +0000
From: auto42376091@hushmail.com
Subject: My Best Birthdays Ever - Chapter 2

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