Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 11:14:09 -0500 (GMT-05:00) From: dave Subject: Poor Sick Bastard Chapter 1 Though this story is fictional it is partly based on actual events that happened to me. This story should be placed in the bisexual incest section. None of the characters or their names are real and reflect nobody living or dead. This story is adult in nature and is meant for mature readers who wish to read stories such as this for entertainment. Poor Sick Bastard Chapter 1 Sometimes what you may think to be the worst possible thing that can happen to you turns out to be the best. I found that out the hard way. My name is Peter Southern and was thirteen at the time... Well thirteen in two months. I had been having some quick sharp pains in my side for a few days now and even though they were annoying they didn't hurt all that bad. Mom called them growing pains and said they will pass. Every now and then when I turned a certain way the pain would strike and I would wince slightly. On this one day I was in my math class and Mr. Anderson asked me to come up to the blackboard to figure out a problem. I was always one of those people who froze like a statue when confronted in public, so asking me to stand in front of the class and do a problem was almost like sending me to the torture chamber. I believe it's called topophobia or more commonly stage fright and I had it bad. I would sweat and quiver and then totally freeze just standing there like an idiot with mouth hanging open. Normally my teachers wouldn't ask me to go to the board because they knew of my phobia. Mr. Anderson was especially sympathetic to my plight and never would call on me, but this time he did and I couldn't understand why at the time. I slowly got up from my desk and started to make that hundred mile journey to the blackboard just ten feet away. Every eye was on me and I was feeling light headed. Normally this wouldn't start till I got to the actual center of the situation like at the blackboard it's self, but this time I hadn't even made it that far. That's when it hit and hit hard. I felt a sharp pain come and it was unbearable. It felt as though someone had jabbed me with a sward right in my back. My legs buckled and I fell to my knees crying in intense pain. The pain just grew and grew and as it grew so did my screaming and whaling. I remember the entire class starting to gather around. Oddly enough the teasing and giggling had stopped and was replaced with sympathy it seemed to me that they really cared that I was in such pain. Mr. Anderson was already leaning over me before that though. In fact he was trying to hold me up as I was on my way down. "Steven...Go to the office and have them call an ambulance right now!" I barely heard him order. "What's wrong with him?" Mary Gester asked. "I don't know, maybe his appendix." Mr. Anderson answered. That was the last thing I remember before my vision went blurry and then black. I had actually passed out from pain. They say that women experience the limit of pain that any person can endure before blacking out, so I guess I know what it feels like to give birth. The next thing I remember I was in the ambulance and hearing the sirens blaring. I must say that was a little exciting for an almost thirteen year old kid and I would have enjoyed it had I not been in such pain. As it was though I was just wishing we would just get to the hospital faster. I looked to my left to find Chris sitting on the bench in the ambulance. I was still dazed and weak, but I smiled because I was glad I had someone to comfort me. Then another sharp pain hit and Chris grasped onto my hand and started to tear up. "Aaaahhhhh!" "Don't worry man." He said. I'm here with you... Can't this thing go any faster? Can`t you give him something for the pain?" "No," The paramedic answered. "The doctor need to know where it hurts to figure out why it hurts." Then he placed an oxygen mask on me while another paramedic started an IV in my arm. In a while the ambulance stopped and I heard that shrill (Beep, Beep, Beep) as it backed up to the emergency doors. They pulled out my gurney and Chris walked right beside me holding my hand in both of his. The doctor met us in the hallway and said. "Put him in room four." "Where dose it hurt?" He asked. I tried to answer, but I was too weak. "I saw him grab at his lower right back." Chris responded for me. "Then he just collapsed. Mister Anderson our math teacher said that he has topo... topo?" "Topophobia?" "Yeah and he was called to the board, but didn't make it there." "Well I doubt that's the problem... Who are you?" "I'm his best friend Chris Walker." "Well Chris we're going to take good care of him. Why don't you just go sit in the waiting room for now?" "NO!!!" I cried. "I want him here with me!" "Ok, ok young man." A nurse said and brushed my head softly with her hand." "Ahhhhhh!" I screamed. "That hurts!" "That hurt when she touched your head?" The doctor asked. "Oh god yes!" I answered. "Chris come here I'm scared." Chris came to my side and once again took up my hand in his only he was crying more than I was. Next all my cloths were being cut off my body with a pair of scissors by a female nurses! The pain from even that was unbelievable and once again I passed out. When I woke again I was in a hospital room and the TV was playing. I looked around to find Chris was sitting at my side watching the TV and my mom was on the other side. I wasn't in pain anymore but was very sleepy. "Mom?" "Oh baby you're awake. How are you feeling?" "I feel better." I said. "What's wrong with me?" "They say you have what's called shingles." "Shingles? Am I going to die?" Mom laughed and said. "No baby. It's what happens sometimes when you have had chicken pox. Usually when you are older, but it hit you sooner than most." "The doctor calls it chicken pox with an attitude." Chris giggled. "Chicken Pox Two, The Revenge!" I started to laugh but a small pain crept back and made me stop. "Don't make me laugh." I groaned. The doctor came in shortly after and smiled at me. "How are you feeling young man?" He asked. "A little better I guess." "Yeah... You were one sick pup for a while there." He handed my mom a piece of paper and said. "Here is a prescription for pain. It's morphine so be very stingy with it because it's addictive." He handed me a sheet of paper with faces lined up. They were the smiley face with just circles and eyes and a mouth in various forms from a happy smile to one where you actually felt sorry for the face as it cried. "I want you to point at the picture that shows me how you feel at this moment." I pointed at the one in the middle of a face that was sad. "Good, well I need to trust you to show mom on this paper how you feel so she can decide to give you some or not." He said sternly. "I want the pain to be at least number eight here. Then it will start to work before it gets here to number ten." He said while pointing to the last face. "He can go home as soon as the nurse brings in the release papers for you to sign." He told my mom. "He'll start getting sores all over one side of his body and probably won't want anything touching him. Not even cloths." "What?" I asked. "Dude!" Chris said in sympathy. "Sorry son." The doctor said. "It's just how it goes sometimes." "I'll need a written excuse for his school." Mom said trying to ease me by changing the subject. "Not a problem. I'll write one up and the nurse will give it to you with the release papers." He said his goodbye's and left. In short order I was home and spending the rest of the day in my bed. Chris stayed beside me the whole time and even spent the weekend with us just to help out. I was really grateful that Chris was there because my mom was a single mom. She got pregnant with me at an early age at a party. Apparently because she never knew who my father was and the same held true for my eleven-year-old sister Tora. Mom said she named her Tora after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. She said Tora also came without warning. Chris being around was like a godsend because aside from working of which I had no idea what she did mom would also go out on dates. I really wanted my mom to get married someday because she was a beautiful woman and I hated to see her so lonely. Mom had arranged for her sister, my aunt Lillian to watch over me during the day when Chris had to go to school. Chris got permission from his parents to stay with me till I got better. He only lived a few houses away. As time went on and the sores came along I soon found myself exactly how the doctor said I would be. It pained me to let anything near my skin. I had sores all along my right side and even on the right side of my head and neck. Thankfully not my face or chest. I sure started to dread getting dressed. The night before I was in such bad shape that Chris stayed up all night trying to comfort me. The next morning mom had to help me to the bathroom because Chris was dead to the world. "Mom I can't stand this!" I cried. "I know baby." She held me while I wiped my butt which was bad enough, but now I was supposed to let her give me a sponge bath. I know she's my mom and all, but crap! "Baby can you stand right there while I change your sheets?" She asked as she slowly let go of me as if I were going to fall over like a house of cards. "Yeah mom I can stand ok." She quickly tossed the blamkets and sheets off my bed and made it back up again with fresh sheets. She then enveloped the sheets back and told me to get in. I slowly sat on the bed and she held out her arm to let me support myself so I could lay back. I grabbed her arm with one hand and her neck with the other and eased myself back to lay down. "Ahhhhh!" I cried out as my back touched my bed. "Lay on your other side hon." I lifted my legs off the floor and rolled over on my left side with my bare ass facing my mom. I grunted a little as my belly felt like my skin was dried up and crinkly. "Mom I can't stand the being naked around everyone. I feel like I'm on display. Mom thought for a moment and said. "Would it help if we all were naked?" Now normally I suppose I would have been thinking some odd thoughts about the prospect of seeing my mother's naked body, but you have to understand topophobia to understand fully how I felt. Add to that shingles and you have quite a mixture. "I don't know maybe." I said. "Ok" He breathed with a sigh and unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Then she slid her jeans down and stepped out. All this she did at the foot of my bed. I watched as she reached back and unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Without even trying to cover her tits with her arms like I had seen so many women do in movies she reached down and slid her panties off and stood like a Greek statue or a nude painting. She really was beautiful and she had some above average sized breasts, but beauty accepted I really was in too much pain to care. One thing that I'll say on behalf of shingles was that it sure seemed to cure me of my topophobia as long as I wasn't alone in the nude department. Chris slept in the twin sized bed next to mine and since I was facing him I could see his eyes were big as saucers and staring right at my mom in awe. She looked over at Chris and smiled. "Chris would you mind going nude as well?" "Oh... O, ok." He stammered nervously and rolled out of bed. All he had on were his briefs and shakily slid them down, but contorted himself so seeing his package was impossible. "Hon I know you have an erection and that's normal. Trust me, I've seen them before." Mom encouraged him. Chris then stood straight up and I saw his genitals for the very first time. His erection was about five inches long and circumcised like I was, but his dick leaned a little to the left whereas mine stood straight up. However I wasn't hard at the time. Just then Tora came in and gasped. "Mom! What are you doing?" "Remember when we talked about your brother not being able to wear cloths?" "Oh yeah." She sighed. "Remember how we agreed that we should go nude as well so he wouldn't feel so embarrassed?" "I remember." She said and pulled off her T-shirt and then her shorts. Tora was too young for a bra so didn't have to worry about her tits, but she shook a little as she lowered her panties. Soon enough though she stood there with her hands at her side. Except for her having long blond hair and a bald pussy instead of a dick she could have passed for a boy. I think she was still young enough to not feel that much embarrassment. It was then that I realized religion had it all wrong. When Adam and Eve were cast out of the garden of Eden God didn't give us shame. Shame wasn't natural in us. We had to learn shame. In no time I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I was naked even in front of the females of my family, though Chris was the only one I would allow to put ointment on me to sooth the pain. Often I found myself with an erection as well as Chris and was embarrassed, but mom would tell us that it was completely natural. I found myself glancing at everyone's private area trying not to be obvious. My mom had some nice breasts and some almost saucer sized nipples. Her pussy hair was trimmed to almost show less than my pubic hair or even Chris's who had less than me. Tora had absolutely no hair and barely even tits, but I still couldn't help but admire her pussy mound and wonder to myself how big of a dick could she take in there. Aunt Lillian was pretty close to moms size and shape, but she had a full bush. Almost so much that you couldn't see the crack of her cunt lips. It took a while before I could move around much, but I sure loved the chance to walk around when I started to heal. It's strange how you don't miss something till you lose it. I would spend some time in the living room watching TV and soon was even eating at the table. All in the buff of course. One day Chris came home after school and Lillian was getting ready to leave. He came up to me when I was on the couch watching TV and handed me my days homework. Then he started undressing as usual. When he did he sniffed and made a bitter face. "Dude you stink. Don't you think it's time for a shower?" I sniffed under my armpits and I have to admit I was pretty ripe. "I'm afraid." I said. "What if I helped?" He came back. "Well... We can try." We got up and I set my homework in the place on the couch where I was sitting. I still had to walk slowly, but in a while we were in the hall bathroom and Chris was running the water. "Here feel with your hand to see if it's the right temperature." He said. I put my hand in and it was a little too warm. I adjusted it and once I was satisfied I slid the glass door to the side of the shower nozzle so I could step into the spray at my own pace. Once I was completely in the shower Chris slid the doors to the other side so he was reaching in where the spray was. "Step forward when you're ready." He said while getting soap lathered in a rag. I slowly stepped under the spray and found that the water actually felt pretty good. Chris reached from the outside of the tub and got his hair wet a little, but the rag hurt too much. "Stop." I said as the rag was getting closer to the old sores. "That hurts." "Should I try bare handed?" He asked. "Yeah I think that would be best." He rinsed and rung the rag out and hung in on the rag mount on the shower wall. He then took the soap in hand and started to lather it up. Once again his hair got a little wet when he reach in and started to softly soap my back. He started at my shoulders and neck and softly avoided the old sores that were now becoming just red blotches from the scabs falling off in the water. "Pete I'm getting all wet. I may as well get in with you." "Yeah." I agreed. "May as well." He slid the frosty glass door closed till all I could see of him was his silhouette. Then he opened it from the other side like I did and stepped in the tub. Once he had closed the door behind him I couldn't help but notice he had no pubic hair anymore like I did even though I didn't have much. "You don't have pubes." I said. "No I couldn't stand it anymore so I wax them off." "You wax them?" I asked in awe. "Don't that hurt?" "Not if you do it right. You have to pull the skin tight when you yank the hair out." "But why not shave?" I asked. "I tried that, but when you shave it leaves bumps and itches. This way the hair grows back just like it did when it first started to grow hair. If I wax enough times it will never grow back again and that's what I want." "Oh." I said. "Well here wash my back." Once again he started to smear lather on my back with his smooth hands. He did both arms and armpits and then down my sides. The way he washed me felt really sensual and I was starting to get lost in it. My head drew back so I was looking up with eyes closed as he continued to let his smooth slippery hands glide over my back. When he reached my ass he sat on the floor of the tub so he was reaching up. He lathered his hands again and started to do each cheek one in each hand. He was able to rub a little harder down there because I wasn't as affected below the belt line. He traveled down my legs and back up once he reached my ankles. When he reached my ass again he lathered more with the soap and slipped his fingers between my cheeks and I felt his fingers caress my sphincter. I gasped not only that it felt good, but I wasn't expecting him to do that dirty job. However I didn't object I knew it needed to be done and I wasn't as embarrassed about my body as I had been. I think he slipped his finger in slightly, but I couldn't be sure. I felt his hands softly grip my cheeks and he gently indicated for me to turn around not only to rinse, but so he could wash my front. When I did I looked down and it was more than obvious that he had an erection as did I. I shrugged it off as just a thing and let him continue. The water on my back was hitting me a little hard, but it also felt like a massage. The spray of the water wasn't hammering me like I thought it would do. It even felt good. He lathered again and started at my feet because he was already down there. He even washed between my toes and the soles of my feet. Up he went one leg at a time all the while watching my dick in front of his eyes. I couldn't tell if it was because he was making sure he avoided it or because he wanted to. He spent a little while on my upper thighs and when he looked down his forehead brushed against my dick head. It throbbed from the feeling and bounced hitting the top of his head a couple times. His hands drew slowly closer to my crotch as they circled in a washing motion and I was thinking (Wax on, wax off) His thumbs brushed my hanging hairless balls. He looked up and when he did my dick was right at his open mouth. It actually was inside his mouth, but he pulled back slightly. His palms surrounded my dick and balls at the base and he gently rubbed. More like massaging that area with soap. It felt so wonderful I could have came right then. "Turn around and rinse." He said. I turned to face the stream of water and rinsed off. I turned back around and he re-grasped my dick instantly I guess to wash it again and make sure it was clean. That's when I noticed his hands were soap free, but still they were nicely wrapping my throbbing cock. Like before he looked down and when he did my dick brushed his forehead. Then he looked back up and once again his mouth was open and my dick went in his open mouth only further this time. My circumcision ring brushed his teeth and he slightly closed his mouth around it while looking at me in the eyes. I guess to see if I would object. I just gently smiled because it felt good and exciting. Without removing his mouth his eyes rolled back and his head tilted down. I felt his mouth accepting more of my dick inside. I felt pleasure after so long of nothing but pain. He was as gentle as he could be as his mouth began to fill with my engorged dick. I think he was still testing to make sure I felt no pain on my dick from the shingles, but the shingles never affected that area. Next he started to add some suction to his mouth as his lips reached my pubic bone and I was fully seeded inside. At the same time I realized that my best friend was gay (The word that came to my mind though was FAG) I heard myself whisper in ecstasy. "Oh that feels good Chris." As his head bobbed I looked past it to his dick and I swear I had never seen such a beautiful sight in all my life. His dick was bobbing with throbs of excitement with each bob of his head. I could see his lips surrounding my dick and he was loving every second of it. My eyes went back to his dick and the little globe of pre-cum nestled over the piss slit and just sitting there. Suddenly I felt my groin and legs tighten as the first unexpected throws of cum went rushing into his wanting mouth. After the burst of cum reached his tonsils I saw a steady rope of sperm burst free from his dick and he hadn't even touched it. It seemed to just arch for a while and fall on the floor of the tub in a long cum trail. When it was all laid out on the floor and I was thrusting another pulse of my cum down his throat. A rope of his cum came out at a higher arch this time. We continued pulsating cum at the same rate and speed and finally it all subsided to a quivering halt. It seemed like as I came in his swallowing mouth my sperm would travel down his throat and rush his digestive system and then bust back out through his dick. He continued nursing at my dick till it was so sensitive I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out of his mouth with a needy pop like a baby when you pull a bottle out of his still hungry mouth. I almost expected him to cry from the loss. Chris looked up at me lovingly and asked. "Did you like that? Did it feel good?" I desperately wanted to lie and freak out on him to protest my sexuality, but I fell into his beautiful blue eyes with pure love and said. "I loved it." Then I really shocked myself as I heard the words "I love you." Come freely out from between my teeth and lips. I even looked behind me to see if someone else had said that. All that was there was the shower spraying now cold water on my back. I turned the water off and said. "We better get out." When the shower door slid open I did a double take as my eyes fell on my sister and mother both standing there naked with mouths gaping wide open. Each of them also had their hands clutching their own pussies. "Mom!" She shook her head to get out of the trance she was in and said firmly. "Aren't you going to return the favor?" As if it were the polite thing to do. "Huh?" I asked stunned. "Well he made you feel good now you should do the same for him." Tora didn't say a word. She just had this shit eating grin on her face as she continued to play with herself. Nervously I got down on my knees as took Chris's bald dick in my shaky hand. I pointed the head of his now semi-hard cock at my nose and started to slowly inch my head forward. I ever so cautiously opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to quickly taste test it. There being no taste, just the feel of soft warm flesh I opened my mouth and thought (Even by just holding his dick I'm a fag just like him. Now I'm going to suck it. Oh well might as well accept it and even enjoy it if I can.) This is the honest to gosh truth. I couldn't believe it myself, but when I opened my mouth to take his dick in I looked at it and wanted it more than anything I ever wanted in my life! I think I always had a special feeling for Chris, but now it was not only love, but pure unbridled lust. Even with my own mother and little sister watching nothing could have stopped me from doing what I was about to do. I encircled my lips around his cock and it was the most natural thing in the world for me to start nursing on his boyhood. I even remember moaning in pleasure as I felt the form of his now rigid, yet soft member completely inside my mouth. As I sucked on him I marveled over how soft and smooth his now hairless cock looked and felt. I ran my fingers over and around the base of his dick as I continued suckling lovingly. His hips began to gyrate in all directions and his hands wrapped softly around my wet head as he began to fuck my face. "Ohhhh!" He moaned in ecstasy. It was odd to me how even though I was sucking and my dick was now not even being touched that I felt as though I was getting more pleasure than he was. In a strange way I felt sorry for him because I was the one having all the fun. I fondled his bald silky sack and played with his balls in my kneading fingers. They felt wonderful. (Ok so I'm a "FgAaGy".) I even tried to force myself to accept who I was by overlapping gay when the word fag crept in my mind again. I mean I wasn't going to call myself a name like that. Like the name that came to mind when I thought of Chris. I felt like a worm for even thinking it in the first place. "Uh....." He gave a quick grunt and thrust forward just once and stayed there and Suddenly he erupted into my mouth with his hot juices and I was left to ponder the question to swallow or not to swallow. His jets forced me to decide to swallow because I wasn't about to let go of that lovely meat of his. I Liked it too much. It was a sharp stinging sensation in the back of my throat and a bit salty, but I instantly loved every drop of it. "Done?" Mom asked. I guess Chris must have nodded because I know I didn't being too busy still sucking on his dick and unwilling to let go of it even though it was deflating in my mouth. "Good. Now kiss." I couldn't believe mom was telling me to do these things. I was in shock over even doing it, not to even mention that mom was not only for it, but was instructing me. I got to my feet and pecked his lips with mine. "No, no..." She insisted. "Kiss like it meant something to you." I closed my eyes when I saw he closed his and leaned in with him. Our lips tenderly touched and we embraced. his mouth pressed tighter to mine and he started to open his mouth and posh his tongue out. I relented and accepted his intrusion. I loved it! I loved him for all I was worth and I loved my mom for insisting. I'm not sure how long we kissed before mom said. "Good now come and eat and we'll set down some ground rules,."