Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2013 19:07:29 +0000
From: auto42376091@hushmail.com
Subject: Best Birthdays Ever - Chapter 4

My Best Birthdays Ever
By Antonio Green
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Bb, Mb, incest, ws, mild scat, non, cons.,

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Best Birthdays Ever -- Part 4
Three Boys' Stories

From Chapter 3

I fell on top of Patrick. I maybe even might have even hurt him a little
bit. I gave him a huge hug and put my face about an inch from his.

"You aren't a cunt. I want you to do it. You know, to fu..." funny thing, I
said it before, but now that I was all F-ed out, I couldn't use the word.

"I dunno. Don't think I can," he said really sad, like. "If I do, I'm
afraid I'll be just like the asshole. I'll end up hurting you."

"I don't believe it. I don't know who this guy is, but I bet you aren't
like him at all. What do you think, guys?"

Patrick sat up and moved me around so that I was sitting in his lap. His
boner was rubbing against my crack, but it didn't feel sexy-like. It was
more sweet or comforting. Jamie and Chrissy moved next to us. Jamie smelled
a little bit like pee, but not too bad.

"Jamie knows some of this. Not a lot. Here's the true shit. Sorry, story.

"The asshole is my father. Or at least he says he is. I don't look nothing
like him. And I hate him. He started in on me before I can remember. Doing
stuff, you know. Dirty stuff. I hate him so much I never want to be like
him but, fuck it all, I'm turning out just like him.

"So you guys wanna hear more or you just wanna dump me like everyone always
does?"

NOW ON TO CHAPTER 4

You're probably wondering where the whole thing about my best birthdays
will come in. Soon. Don't worry, I'll get to it soon, maybe even in my next
chapter.

But one thing I didn't tell you about is how I'm writing this and being
only 12 years old. Now, I love to write and I'm a good writer. But, hell,
I'm 12! So one of my birthday presents from Daddy is a writing coach. He's
a real writer himself and writes great books! He helps me a lot getting
down what I want to say and making it so it doesn't sound totally dumb. But
he helps me get it in my own words.

How's he feel about what I'm writing? That's part of the story, too, and
you'll read about that when I talk about my bestest birthday, which
happened this year. (I know there's no such word as `bestest,' but
Gary--that's my coach--says it's okay to use words like that because that
makes the writing genuine and in my voice. Cool, huh?

The reason I bring Gary up is this. I remember so much of what went on
because right about that time I started keeping a journal (although I
called it a diary back then). What I'd written down wasn't too good, but
that's how I remember so much of what really happened. Anyway, I wanted to
tell you what Patrick and Jamie told us that day before my eighth birthday,
but I didn't know how to do it. I wanted to do it like they were talking,
but Gary suggested I switch POV. That's point of view. He said it's tricky
and can sound "hokey." (That's the word he used. It means kind of
phony). So I'm going to it that way and let them tell you what they all
said. Hope it works out okay.

So here goes...

After Chrissy and I finished fucking the big boys, we all collapsed on the
old mattress to catch breath. I kind of dozed off I guess because next
thing I know Jamie's shaking me. Seems like we'd all been sleeping. Jamie
explained sex does that to you, makes you tired. Tired, yes, but I felt so
good, too. And horny again. I was totally boned up.

I looked to my left. Chrissy and Jamie were both lying down like I was and
just like me, they were boned up too. I turned my head to the
right. Patrick was sitting up. Where the other two boys looked happy and
horny, Patrick just looked sad. Of the three of us, he was the only one who
was soft. It's the first time I got a chance to really look at his dink
soft. All the other times I'd seen it, it was hard. Like I told you before,
when my dink used to get soft, it became a little button sitting on top of
my tight, ping-pong sized ball sack. When Patrick's got soft, it didn't get
much shorter, just skinnier. It hung down, flopping over his droopy-down
ball sack, its head completely covered by its squiggly looking skin. I know
this sounds weird, but it was kind of sweet looking. So was its owner.

Patrick still kind of scared me. I'd seen how quickly he could go from nice
Patrick to mean Patrick. But for the first time in my life I felt like I
loved another guy. Well, other than my Daddy and Uncle.

Patrick was the first of us to speak. "Well, you guys are still here. Do
you wanna hear about me? About the asshole who claims he's my father?"

The three of us nodded in unison.

"Okay, but I wanna hear about how Jamie and Christian got started first."

"No," Jamie said, "we want to hear about you. Right guys?"

Patrick shook his head. "I don't really wanna do it so if you guys go
first, maybe I won't be such a pussy. And we all know Trent don't got much
to tell about. You guys go first."

"I started it," Chrissy said. This surprised me because Chrissy was such a
quiet, `good boy' in school. "And it was a long time ago. You tell it,
Jamie."

"You know how sometimes when a baby's born the older kid hates him? Well,
that wasn't what happened when Chrissy was born. I was only 3, so I don't
really remember it much, but mom and dad tell me I was a really good big
brother. They tell me I'd carry him around, help feed him, play with
him. That sort of stuff. Hell, I even helped change his diapers. That I do
remember. He had some poopy diapers, let me tell ya! I don't think we've
ever really been like some brothers I know. You know fighting all the
time. We fight, of course, but not bad.

"So you see, I really love the guy, even if he farts too much." Chrissy
slugged his brother on his naked arm. "So when I was maybe 7 and Chrissy
was 4, mom let us bathe together. Chrissy had this habit of peeing almost
as soon as his butt sat down. At first it grossed me out, and I'd complain
to mom about it. She'd sit Chrissy on the pot and tell him to pee. The
little shit would lie and tell her he'd done it and then she'd help him in
the tub. Then as soon as she'd leave: it was a big pee fountain and a
giggling little boy.

"I just got used to it. In fact, I even thought it was kind of cute. And
that's how our story starts..."

***********

JAMIE'S AND CHRISTIAN'S STORY...

One time when I was 8 and Chrissy was 5, I got in the tub and then Chrissy
climbed in. Now back then, I was so used to seeing him naked that it didn't
mean anything to me. His peepee was just a little part of his skinny
body. I'd discovered how good playing with mine felt, but I didn't make the
leap to thinking it might feel good to Chrissy. Sure, I'd seen him humping
on the floor when he was watching TV. All the time, in fact. But it didn't
mean much to me. And sometimes when he'd pee in the tub, his peepee would
be chubby but it never seemed to get super hard like mine did. When mine
got supper hard, I loved rubbing and pinching it. I hadn't learned how to
really jack off, not to the good feelings. But I sure loved the way playing
with it felt. But there's no way I would have thought Chrissy felt that
way.

So this one time when Chrissy was 5 I'm in the tub and he comes into the
bathroom. By then, mom thought he was old enough to get in and out on his
own if I was there. He's in his Sponge Bob underpants and strips them
off. Talk about skid marks, Chrissy always had them bad. I mean, even worse
than any you could imagine. He's still not that clean back there, even with
my help. [Chrissy socked Jamie's arm again but he was laughing.]

So Chrissy's peepee is chubbed up more than usual. He grabs it and starts
pulling on it like I do. I couldn't believe my little brother knew this
stuff. His little dick is so hard with just a couple of jerks. It's
sticking straight out from his tiny, crinkled ball sack. This was the first
time I'd really looked that closely at his boy stuff or at least paid
attention to it that closely since I'd helped diaper him. He was cute down
there and I was surprised I thought about him that way.

So I help Chrissy step into the tub, his peepee sticking straight out at
me. I expect him to slip down into the water like he normally does. But he
doesn't. Instead, he grabs it and strokes it a couple more times then he
starts pissing. ON ME! He's giggling so hard he's having trouble
controlling it. His piss is flying all over, mostly on me but some goes in
the tub and some even splatters on the floor.

My first thought is to get really angry. But I can't. Not with my own
dickie as hard as it's ever been. Something about what he's doing is
turning me on. I'm going to yell at my little brother to tell him to
stop. I bet you can guess what happens. As soon as he sees me open my mouth
he aims at it and aims good. When his piss hits my mouth, I'm going to shut
it but Chrissy does something that stops me. He moves right up to me and
has his spewing little peepee spraying right into me. I do close my mouth
but softly. I'm shocked beyond belief. I have another boy's peepee in my
mouth--my brother's peepee. And it's filling my mouth with pee. I
swallow. Fuck it! I can't believe he's doing this and I'm liking it. I
don't realize it at first, but I'm pulling madly at my own little
dickie. Finally, the piss slows down and Chrissy pulls out and finishes by
spraying the last at it right at my face.

He steps back. He's got a funny grin on his face. He's still the same,
sweet five-year old brother I love but something's changed.

Then Chrissy sits down in the tub and says, "Your turn."

Well, you know how I said mom usually made Chrissy pee before he bathed. I
usually did that too, but lately I'd been enjoying the feeling of holding
my pee a long time so I hadn't gone before getting in the tub. But now I
did have to go...real bad. I guess it was seeing Chrissy go that pushed me
over the edge. I thought about it for maybe like a second and I stand
up. I'm still super hard and my bone's sticking straight up. But in those
days I could piss with a boner so I aim it down and push a little. At first
only a couple of drops dribble out. Maybe I'm suddenly pee shy. But that
doesn't last. After the first couple of dribbles I push a little harder,
fart, and the piss flies out of my pee hole. I wasn't really aiming, but it
hits Chrissy right in the face. He opens his mouth, letting it run down
into his mouth and scoots forward on his butt until his mouth is right at
my pee hole.

My piss is splashing hard into his little mouth. It looks wonderfully sick
the way I can see it bubbling around in there. It's easy to see because
Chrissy recently had lost his two front teeth. Then he returns the favor
I'd given him. He closes his mouth around my pissing boner.

Fucking A! I'd never felt anything like it. The piss filling his warm
little boy mouth. His letting it sit there and then gulping it down. Him
sucking while he swallowed. Fuck it felt so good. I didn't want my piss to
stop since I knew he'd let my dick loose from his mouth when it
stopped. But I couldn't keep pissing forever. Eventually it did stop and I
expected Chrissy to let go. But he didn't. He kept slurping and sucking on
it. He gulped like he was trying to swallow my dick down into his
tummy. Then he started moving his lips on it, pulling back, pushing
forward, gulping. I could feel the tip of my dick at the back of his
mouth. Ever gulp squeezed it.

Pretty soon he was moving his big blond head as fast as he could. I thought
I'd fall over. I'd heard some of the bigger boys at school us the term
`blow job' by then, but I had no idea what it meant or that my little five
year old goody-goody brother was giving me one. His sucking and fucking his
mouth on my dick brought me to the point I'd brought myself with my solo
jacking. But he didn't stop like I had always done although I muttered for
him to stop. He kept it up. Then it came. Or actually, I came. For the
first time. My little dick shook like crazy and I dropped to my
knees. Chrissy would not let go, though. He kept sucking and fucking his
mouth on my dick. It was so sensitive, I thought I'd explode. I tried
pushing his head away, but Chrissy would not stop. He kept sucking and
moving on me and it came again. The explosion. Fuck man. He brought me off
three times before I could push him off.

I looked at my sweet, innocent little brother. Where the fuck had THAT come
from? How did he know how to do that? I wanted to ask, but al I could croak
out was "Don't you dare tell mommy!"

"Course not, Jamie. You're my bestest big brother. Can we do it again?"

I shook my head `no.' Then nodded `yes." Then shrugged my shoulders. "I
don't know. Maybe."

I bathed Chrissy fast that first time. When we were done, I wiped all the
piss off the floor and got us both dressed in our PJs. When we came
downstairs to the living room, mom mentioned that we took a long time. I
think I blushed but told a lie about playing with our tubby toys. Boy had
we ever played with our tubby toys!

I wasn't sure how I felt about what went on. I wanted to talk to Chrissy
about it, but he acted like nothing had happened so I kept my mouth
shut. Then the next bath time it happened all over again. This time I made
sure I had a full bladder. I didn't pee for a long time and by when bath
time rolled around, I was dribbling into my underwear. We did exactly the
same thing only this time I started the piss play. After Chrissy got me off
the first time, I pushed his head back and stood him up. I wasn't crazy
about the way piss tasted but I felt I had to drink all of Chrissy's this
time. So as soon as he started pissing, I slipped my mouth over his dickie.

I tried sucking on him like he'd done to me the bath before. I didn't know
if little boys could get the great feelings he'd given me and that I'd
given myself in bed every night since our first bath games. But I wanted to
try. And boy did it work! He had his first cum in my mouth while he was
still pissing. It was wild having his piss squirt, stop, squirt, stop,
squirt stop just like Patrick does when he cums in my mouth. Only it wasn't
cum of course. It was Chrissy pee!

We never said anything about what we did in the tub. We both knew it had to
be `our secret.' I guess we had three more bath times like those before
Chrissy took our play to a new level. It's funny. It was one Friday
night. Mom said we didn't have to bathe since we'd just get dirty the next
day anyway since it was Saturday. We both were disappointed but didn't say
anything.

Since Chrissy was only 5, he went to be an hour before I did. Chrissy and
me each have our own rooms, but he sleeps with me when he has a nightmare,
so I wasn't surprised when I found him asleep in my bed. I got into my PJs
and slipped in next to him. Only he wasn't wearing his PJ bottoms. I could
feel his skinny little butt and his bottoms were wadded up between his
legs. For the first time outside the bathroom I did something I'd thought
about doing since we started our bath play. I reached around and touched
his little dink. It was bone hard. I popped a bone as soon as I touched
his. I started rubbing it and snuggled up against his naked rear end.

"Jamie," his soft little voice whispered, "I'm awake. You wanna play a new
game I just learned?"

`Just learned!' So someone had been showing my little brother all this
nasty stuff. I was really pissed that someone was doing this. I'd had the
`good touch-bad touch' talks at school and this was a `bad touch' for
sure. But at the same time, I loved what we'd been doing so I wasn't sure
how to feel.

"Who's been showing you this stuff?" I whispered.

"Bobby," Chrissy whispered back.

Bobby was Chrissy's kindergarten friend so I guessed it was okay if he was
teaching Chrissy this nasty play. I didn't think to wonder who was teaching
Bobby.

"Okay, Chrissy. What do we do?"

"You gotta take off your PJ bottoms."

They were off in a flash. While I tossed them on the floor, Chrissy was
scooting around in bed and slid down between my legs. So, I thought, this
was the new game. He was going to suck me in bed. Sweet. But after a few
minutes, he moved from between my legs, pulled all the covers back, and got
on his knees.

"You gotta poke me there," he said pointing at his rear end.

"There? You mean where you..." I couldn't finish.

"Yeah, It's called poopoo poking and it feels real good."

"But you poo from there and it'll get all over my dick."

"It's okay. Bobby and me do it a lot. I'll clean you up after."

"I dunno. I don't know if I want you to do it to me."

"Don't have to. Bobby and me both do it but I like getting poopoo poked
bestest. Please, Jamie. Please."

He put his head down and looked at me though his legs. He reached up and
pulled his skinny little cheeks apart. Now I wished we'd had a bath.

"Yucko," I said. "You're poopy back there."

"I know. Bobby likes it that way. Me too."

I guess five year olds can be kind of gross.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Spit on my hole and spit on your peepee. Then push it in."

Sounded easy. I leaned over and spit right on Chrissy brown-ringed hole. I
could smell him. Somehow though, it didn't smell that bad. Then I hocked a
loogie and let it drop on my super hard boner. I lined it up as best I
could and tried to push it in.

"You missed, silly," Chrissy laughed. He let go one of his butt cheeks and
grabbed hold of my dick. He lined me up.

"Now push!"

I did. FUCK!

I know I'm not really big right now, but back then I was even smaller
around. My pointy tip popped right in. And fuck did it feel good. Chrissy
was right. It felt wonderful. Tight, warm. A little gooey. I thought that
must have been some poo left inside.

"Keep doing it. Like we do in our mouths."

I pulled out but too far. My dick slipped out but I knew where I wanted
it. I jammed it back in, maybe a little too hard.

"Owie! Owie. Not so hard," Chrissy whimpered.

I slowed down a bit and took care not to pull all the way out. Chrissy was
moving with me, building our pace up. Once we got started, the fuck rhythm
came naturally.

"Rub my peepee, Jamie. Please."

I reached around and began jacking his little spike. It was so tiny and so
hard it made me feel like a real perv. And I loved it. Chrissy must have
loved it too cuz he started squealing softly. Next thing I know, his
butthole is squeezing my dick. Hard. Real hard. On and off. He's having a
cum just like in the tub. It slows down and stops. I stop at the same time.

"Don't stop, Jamie. Keep fucking me!" I can't believe my little bro just
used the `F-word.' I didn't even know that's what we were doing. But I knew
what he wanted so I got back to poopoo poking him, to fucking his tight
little boy asshole. I lost count of how many cums he had. But I had three
inside him.

Finally, we collapsed on the bed, both of us fucked out.

After a couple of minutes, I turned and faced his pretty little, toothless
face. He was smiling a mile wide smile.

"Where'd you learn that word?" I asked.

"What word?" Chrissy answered.

"You know. The `F-word.' You said it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Promise not to tell."

"I guess."

Gotta cross your heart."

By now I was really curious so I crossed my heart.

"Bobby's brother Frank does all this stuff with him. And with me too."

I was pretty sure I knew who this kid was. There was a Frank in fourth
grade.

"How old is he?"

"Nine. Almost the same as you."

Same Frank. Sometimes he acted tough.

"Does he hurt you guys or do it mean?"

"No. He's nice but also kind of swears and stuff. Bobby knows all the right
words."

"Like what?"

"Promise you won't tell?"

I promised.

"Fuck. Shit. Cock. Dick. Cunt. Pussy. Twat. Piss. Fag. Cocksucker. He says
we're his favorite cocksucking fags."

I wasn't sure I liked this older boy treating my brother like that, but
there wasn't much I could do. I looked down at my now limp dick. It was
well smeared with Chrissy poop. I pointed at it.

"You said you were going to clean it. Go get some toilet paper." Chrissy
shook his head `no.' "A deal's a deal. Go get some TP and clean your poop
off my peepee." I wasn't about to start using the big boy words with my
little brother.

Chrissy shook his head `no' again but started moving around on the bed, so
I thought he was going to do what I'd asked. Instead, he dove down onto my
dick and slurped its full, soft filthy length into his mouth. He swished it
around in his spit and slurped and gulped. I couldn't believe what he was
doing.

"You gonna kiss mommy with that mouth?" I asked. He pulled off my dick and
smiled.

"I'll brush my teeth first, doodoo head."

I slugged him softly in the arm.

"Isn't that real yucky?" I asked.

"Nope. I like it. I clean Bobby's and Frank's both. Only Bobby will do
me. Frank says little boys gotta do the dick cleaning. And he says only big
boys get to fuck. Little boys get fucked. But it's okay for little boys to
fuck each other. Promise you won't tell mommy I said the words."

I promised. And I was hard once again. I wasn't so sure about getting
fucked, but I sure wanted to have another go at Chrissy if he'd let me. He
did. Two more cums inside him.

The next day, dad took me into the kitchen. I knew he knew and would be
pissed. All he said was that brothers sometimes played with each other and
he hoped I didn't do anything Chrissy didn't want to do. If he only knew!

Well, guys, there's a lot more to tell. Like how Chrissy and me did
something sexy every day. How we drank each other's pee first thing in the
morning. How I get to fuck little Bobby. How Frank and I fucked them both
then fucked each other. And how my first taste of cum was Frank's but it
was the day before he and his family moved away so he never got to cum
inside me. That was right at the end of summer. I was pissed. Then Pat
moved into their house and I got a new friend.

Right, Pat?

***********

"Is all that true, Christian?" I asked my second grade friend. "You did all
that? And say those words?"

I was astounded. Like I said, Chrissy is the class good boy. He never does
anything wrong and never even says "poo" in class. And he looks so young, I
couldn't believe he did all the stuff Jamie had just told us.

"Yeppers. I'm a slutty fuck hound. I think I'm gay but Jamie says I'm too
young to know. I just know I love getting plugged and I love sucking cock
and I love all that shitty fuck fuck stuff."

I turned toward Patrick. Jamie's story had got his cock hard and drooling.

"You want to do me now?" I asked.

Patrick glared at me. "Stop it, fuck face. I said I ain't gonna do you
again. Never! So shut the fuck up."

Ouch! I'd awakened bad Patrick again. When his face settled down I said,
"Sorry Patrick. Do you want to tell us your story now?"

"You first!"

"Not much to tell," I answered. Other than jacking off, all I've ever done
was with you guys. But I loved it, even the ra... Even the first time with
you and Jamie. And I hella want to do more. Okay. Now you. Please?"

Patrick's face flashed anger, sadness, hatred, softness, and then sadness
once again.

"I'm sorry I got pissed at you again, Trent. I really like you, dude. More
than you can know. It's just... Well maybe you'll understand when I tell my
story."

Patrick took a bunch of deep breaths, kind of like I do when I'm going to
dive to the bottom of the deep end of our community pool. Then he began
talking, his voice barely audible...

*********** PATRICK'S TALE

Ya know how I told ya I didn't think the asshole who says he's my dad
really is? Here's why I think that.

You all remember the first time you ever sucked a cock or got
sucked. Right? I mean Trent's was just a few days ago. And Jamie, you just
told us about how you and Christian started. And Christian knows the first
time for him.

Well, I don't remember. It seems like all my life I've been sucking cock. I
can't even remember the first time mine got sucked. It always seemed to be
happening to me. It was natural like. That's one of the reasons I don't
think the asshole really is my dad. I mean think about it. I been sucking
his nasty smelling cock since forever. That just ain't natural.

And I don't even remember the first time I was sucking other guys off. Men
and boys. The asshole says I was two and he's even got movies and pictures
of a little kid who he says is me. I believe him cuz he's shown me a bunch
of movies and pics with the same kid. That kid's getting older and older in
the movies and ya know he starts looking like me and then it is me.

What sort of real dad would do that? And he don't look nothin' like me. I
mean, look at me. I got real white skin and I'm fuckin' skinny. He's real
dark, like he's Mexican or Italian. And he's hunky. I got blue eyes. He's
got brown. There ain't no pictures of me before I was 2. The sucking one's
the first one he's got. And no pics of my mom. The first time I asked him
about her I was maybe five. He punched me in the stomach. Another time he
slapped me. And the last time I asked him I was nine. I was naked and he
grabbed my balls and twisted them so hard I puked. I don't ask no more.

I only got one pair of underpants like you seen. It's not that the asshole
don't have the money for them. He's got tons of money. He buys a new SUV
and pick-up every two years. He' s got a great home theater system to watch
his fuckin' little boy porn on. He just won't buy me anything including
underpants until the one pair I got is all ripped up or it's way too
small. Is that how a real dad acts? You think I like having skid marks? No
one teases me about them. I'd smash them if they did. But I know they talk
about them behind my back. But if you didn't wash your underpants except
once a week and then in the toilet, you'd have shit streaks too. And the
asshole says he saves money on me by not buying toilet paper. I gotta wipe
myself with my fucking hand!

Like I said, I don't remember the first time I sucked cock. I don't even
remember when I started drinking his piss or when he started playing with
my asshole. Pushing his fingers in me. But I remember the first time I got
fucked. I was five. You'd think the first time I was raped it'd be the
asshole. But it wasn't. Some other guy did it to me. It was one of his
friends I'd been sucking forever. It's funny but I'd never been naked with
this guy so when he took off all my clothes I thought something was going
to happen. I was scared. And I shoulda been.

He fingered my hole just like the asshole did. Then he put this cold
slippery stuff in it. It was cold but it made him fingering me feel
better. I remember getting a boner and him teasing me. He told me I'd "lose
that little boner real fast real soon."

The asshole was filming the whole time. The man--the asshole called him
Doug--threw me on the bed on my back rough. Climbed up there and rammed his
fucking cock into me as hard and deep as he could. I don't remember
anything right after that but I've seen the movie tons of times so I know
what happened. I screamed so fucking loud then passed out. I came to when
he started slapping me.

I couldn't believe how much that fucking hurt. He took fuckin' forever to
cum. He'd pull out and rest then put me in a different position like on my
knees and ram in again. When I was on my back, he'd spit at me and twist my
balls or bite my nipples. He took 23 minutes until he finally spermed in me
with this wild yell and pounding me awful.

Once he got off, it was the asshole's turn. He put the camera on a stand
thing and filmed while Doug made me suck his limp, bloody, shitty cock
clean. The asshole was bigger than Doug so the whole thing hurt just like
the first time. After I'd licked Doug's cock clean, he got down and filmed
the rest of it.

They both did me again. One each. The whole movie is over two hours
long. At the end, Doug takes out this big wad of bills and counts it out to
the asshole. Two-fucking-thousand dollars. Asshole'd sold my ass cherry for
$2,000! No way a real dad does that.

Since then, I've been his little whore boy. That's what he calls me. It's
mostly men. But somtimes some of the men bring over boys. Some are
older. Some younger. I guess they're whore boys, too cuz we're made to
perform for the men.

He makes me do weird stuff too. Like he's got these four posts in the
basement. He stretches me out on them and guys will fuck me while I hang
there. My arms feel like they'll pop out of my shoulders.

Sometimes he won't let me use the toilet. I try not to do it, but I end up
pissing my pants. And worse. You can guess. He kept me like that for five
days once. This was right before we moved here this year. I had to wear the
wet and shitty pants for five fucking days. He kept me in the basement so I
wouldn't get anything important dirty. I fuckin' stunk. And itched. You
can't imagine how bad I itched. Twelve years old and I had little boy poopy
pants. That's what the asshole called them. He's got a movie of it that
he's edited to show every time I go in my pants. He says it's a best
seller. Oh, yes, he sells movies of my being raped. The other boys, too.

He and the other men tie up my balls until I'm afraid they're going to fall
off. And they torture me other ways too. Sometimes they have the boys that
are there do those stuff to each other.

Another thing. He wants to keep my asshole tight as can be. He gives me a
big enema and makes me hold it as long as I can. I have to jump around,
dance, do exercises. If I lose anything... Hell, you don't wanna hear about
that.

So now you see why I don't think the asshole's really my dad. And why when
I started raping you, Trent, I got scared. I don't wanna be like him. I
don't know if I can control myself with you. I like you so much but
something about you makes me want to hurt you like I get hurt. So there
ain't no way I'm ever going to fuck you again.

Sorry. Just ain't gonna happen.

***********

We all sat there silent for a long time. Jamie, Chrissy and I had lost our
hard-ons. But the funny thing was, as awful as Patrick's story had been,
his four and half inches stood straight out from his tummy and it was
leaking a lot.

I touched his shoulder, "Can I at least suck you?"

Patrick looked at me, his face blank. He nodded `yes,' and I slithered over
between his legs and slurped his cock into my mouth.

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To be continued

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