Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2024 09:41:18 -0500
From: Bryce Writer <brycewriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 5

 This story details the fictional early sexual experiences of a young boy
named Bryce, as told by him.  It is a continuation series with a number of
chapters that touch on many topics, including M/b, t/b, b/b, incest,
masturbation, oral, anal, ws, scat, and forced sex, although not every
chapter will include all topics.  If you are offended by any of these
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Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 5

   The next few weeks, leading up to another summer break from school, were
relatively calm.  Devin was taking me up on our "deal" at least once a day
during the week and multiple times on the weekend.  Unlike my ordeal with
Bobby, once Devin squirted his "baby juice" and I swallowed it down, he was
usually sated for a few hours before he was demanding another trip into my
mouth.  Whereas Bobby would usually have kept my face buried between his
legs between suckings, licking his ballsack, thighs and the rest of his
groin, Devin only asked for that a few times.  Most other times we would
finish the sucking and swallowing, then play and do other, normal boy
things.

   One afternoon though, shortly after I had finished him off, Devin asked
me to lick his butthole.  This took me a bit by surprise so I asked him
what he meant.  He informed me that Adam had apparently divulged that I had
licked his butt (and although I never had told him not to, I was a little
peeved by his indiscretion.  I guess I wasn't thinking that a kid who had
just had his fifth birthday wouldn't have known that was a secret) and
since I had done it for Adam, would I do it for him.  Well I really didn't
want to go into the whole story about WHY I had done that to Adam, which
would have been my explanation as to why I absolutely didn't want to do
that to Devin.  That and the fact that I knew Devin had a dirty butt.  A
really dirty butt.  Heck he would take a crap outside and never even wipe
himself, just as natural as could be.  Plus, when I was licking his balls
on those rare occasions, the odors of his butt wafting into my nostrils
were a constant reminder to me of his lack of attentiveness back there.

   So, when I politely declined, I was hoping Devin would just drop the
subject and be done.  He didn't.  Instead he started begging me to give it
a try, "just once" and promised that if I did, he would give my peepee a
really good sucking.  Before I could even respond, Devin had dropped his
shorts and jumped up, facedown on my bed.  Raising his hips, he grabbed his
buttcheeks with both hands and spread them apart.  "Come on" he asked,
"Just this once, then I'll do you real good".

   Walking over to the bed, I peered inside the deep well of his butt
cheeks.  I immediately knew that there was no way that my mouth would be
going into that cesspool.  I mean, come on.  Devin was almost thirteen
years old and his butthole was a mess.  Clumps of dried poop were caked all
around his butthole, smears streaked across both cheeks and there wasn't a
hint that this butt had seen a bathtub in days.  Just the thought that I
was as close to that mess as I was when I was sucking him made me shiver a
little.  "Sorry man, I can't do that" I muttered, walking from the bedroom.

   I did see Adam a few times over those ensuing weeks.  Never during the
week but sometimes on the weekends.  He would always break into a big smile
and come running to me, throwing his arms around me in a big hug and giving
me a kiss on the cheek.  He had just turned five, apparently the magical
age in his family, and now was wearing shorts, not just underwear, when he
came to visit.  I loved giving him a big hug back and holding his little
body in my arms, squeezing extra hard as a sign of my affection.  I would
then always carefully question him, making sure that Devin was keeping his
end of our "deal".  Adam assured me that he was.

   On those occasions when we had a little privacy, I would sneak Adam's
shorts down and give him a quick suck, hopelessly addicted to his cute
little peepee and the delightful flavors of his dried urine residue.  After
he would squeak out his boy orgasm, I would spin him around for an
inspection of his butt hole.  The bluish purple bruises appeared to be
fading, although he was still sporting a bit of a gap at the actual
opening. Before pulling his pants back up, I would take a quick sniff of
him back there and run my tongue up and down the inside of his crack a few
times, much to his (and my own) delight.  Man I really liked this little
kid.

   So things were moving along quite nicely as school broke for the summer.
And after a particularly fun day at play, I sauntered back to my house, a
fresh load of Devin's "baby juice" tucked away in my tummy.  When I arrived
at the house, I found that dad was gone for the evening.  Heck, I didn't
mind, at least I wouldn't have to work my mouth muscles again this evening!
I hopped into the tub and took a long bath, walked down the hall exhausted
and flopped down on my bed naked, not even bothering to put on any
underwear.  The coolness of the ceiling fan blowing over my backside was
comforting and I quickly fell asleep.

   When I woke up suddenly, I was started by the realization that something
wet and slimy was pressing against my butthole.  The light from the hallway
provided just enough illumination for me to see.  As I looked over at the
nightstand, there laying on top was the second bottle of lotion that Devin
had brought over two weeks before but had never used.  Well, it was in use
now as evinced by the fact that half of it was missing and the cap was
laying next to it.  I assumed that the missing lotion was now smeared over
the probe that was pushing forcefully against my butthole.  Apparently dad
had returned home, found my naked body sleeping on my bed and decided it
was time for another trip inside my bottom.

   "This is for your own good" he muttered into my ear as he pushed himself
inside me.  My own good?  I thought.  How in the world can this "ow, owww,
owwwww" be for my own good?  "OOOWWW".  Pushing my face into the pillow to
stifle my vocal displeasure, dad sunk his peepee in the rest of the way and
then began the in and out thrusts with his hips.  Once the initial shock
wore off, I realized that, although still incredibly painful, the burning
sensation in my butt went away fairly quickly this time and so the
discomfort wasn't nearly as bad as the first time he "butt fucked" me.

   That was a really good thing because dad lasted much longer this time. I
could smell alcohol on his breath as he panted in my ear.  His thrusting
back and forth in my butt was a steady, even pace.  The repeated "slap,
slap, slap" of his groin against my butt cheeks and the ragged grunts from
his mouth that accompanied each thrust were the only sounds in the room as
my whimpers slowly died down.  Dad kept at it for a good ten minutes and at
this point I was feeling more pain from the sheer weight of his body laying
against me than from the slippery prong pumping back and forth in my
bottom.

   Just as I began to wonder how much longer this would go on, the speed of
his thrusts began to increase.  The "slap, slap, slap" sounds started
getting closer together and his grunts, "uh, uh, uh" were getting louder in
my ear.  After another twenty or so pumps, he grunted real loud "UH, UH"
and pushed really deep, held it a second or two, then pulled back and
pushed full force into me.  "AH, Ah, ahhh, ah, ah" he moaned, jiggling his
hips as he did so.  The warm wetness that I knew was his "cum" was once
again spreading across my insides.  This time I didn't even care, I was
just glad that it was over.

   "Someday soon you'll thank me for opening you up" dad muttered as he
pulled out, got up and walked out of my room.  I lay there for a few
minutes trying to think how or why I would ever thank him for using my
butthole for him to get his sick, unnatural pleasure.  I then contemplated
a trip down the hall to the bathroom to clean up but was really tired and
my back and butt were aching.  Instead, I reached over to the nightstand,
grabbed a few tissues and wiped then across my bottom, a halfhearted effort
to clean the lotion and "cum".  Tossing the tissues on the floor, I drifted
back off to sleep.

   Morning arrived before I knew it and dad was shaking me awake.  "Get
cleaned up" he ordered, "and come see me in the kitchen".  With that he
left the room.  Shaking the sleep out of my eyes, I walked to the bathroom,
turned on the shower and stepped inside.  There was "cum" running down the
inside of my leg and my butthole felt like a sticky mess.  I cleaned myself
really good, thankful that the pain seemed not as bad this time around.
Finishing up, I went to the bedroom and got some clothes on before heading
to the kitchen.

   Dad was finishing some toast and drinking his coffee so I grabbed some
cereal and sat down.  I ate in silence for a few minutes before dad cleared
his throat and spoke.  "Do you remember Mr.  Jarkot?" he asked.  Mr.
Jarkot, (it was actually pronounced jar-ko) how could anyone forget him?
He was the only person I knew who was shadier than my dad.  They had worked
some money making schemes together in the past.  Apparently they had known
each other from years before and although Mr.  Jarkot lived a couple hours
away, they would still hook up from time to time.

   Mr.  Jarkot was an intimidating man.  He was tall, taller than my dad,
and very muscular.  He kept his head shaved and rarely smiled.  When he got
mad, he got REALLY mad and would slam his hands on the table and yell
really loud.  I was always very intimidated by Mr.  Jarkot and made myself
scarce when he visited.  "Yes" I replied, "I remember him".  "And you
remember his boys?" he continued.  His boys?  How could I forget them?

   Matt and Oscar.  The first twins I had ever met, although they really
didn't look like twins.  Matt had blond hair and Oscar had dark brown.
They were a sharp contrast standing next to each other.  They were both
good looking boys, but their good looks did not spill over to their
personalities.  They were little terrors.  They had accompanied their
father on a visit to our house one time and they were hell on legs.  They
broke my stuff, bossed me around (they were two years older than me so I
guess they felt they could) and were just a general pain in the butt.  The
visit was just a few hours but it had seemed like days at the time.  "I
remember them" I said, inwardly a little worried about where this
conversation was going.

   "Well Mr.  Jarkot and his boys are spending a few days in a cabin a few
hours from here and they want you to join them.  Since you are out of
school now, I figured that would be nice" dad announced.  Nice my butt, I
thought to myself.  Spending a few hours with those kids had been torture,
let alone a few days.  "Why me?" I asked, although somewhat afraid what the
answer might be.  "I'm glad you asked that Bryce, it helps me get to the
point" dad responded, starting to sound like the con man that he was.  "It
seems that Mr.  Jarkot's boys are getting to the age where they are getting
curious about, um, sex stuff".  Oh crap, here we go.  "Mr.  Jarkot and I
were talking about it the other night and I mentioned that, with all your
experience and all, that maybe you could show them a thing or two".  Bingo.
There it was.  Oh, it was sugar coated, but I knew right away what was
coming.

   "I'd rather not dad, I mean that's nice and all, but I'd rather just
hang out here" I said meekly, with just a little glimmer of hope that there
was some way to save myself.  "It'll be fun Bryce, hanging out in the
woods, campfires and all" dad replied, still trying the con technique.
"Maybe next time if that's ok" I said, still hopeful.  Dad looked at me a
few seconds before he responded, his voice raising.  "Well it's not ok.  I
have a deal with Mr.  Jarkot.  Hell, he already paid me so get in your room
get some clothes together and get your ass back here in ten minutes".

   I was shocked.  All I could think about as I walked to my room was the
words "he already paid me".  I kept repeating them over and over in my
head. "Paid?" My father was "paid" to have me "show them a thing or two"?
He had rented me out to do sex stuff?  With those two little jerks?  How in
the world did that happen.  Paid???  As I threw some clothes into a grocery
bag, my mind was ablaze with escape.  I could run away, maybe stay at
Devin's?  Or I could hide in the woods a few days until this thing blew
over, maybe sneak food from the house during the day when dad wasn't there.
That certainly sounded reasonable and a heck of a lot better than being
with those two.

   Grabbing my stuff, I headed to the door.  Unfortunately, my delivery
from this episode was thwarted by the presence of my father in the hallway.
"Let's go" he barked.  Defeated, I followed him to the car and climbed in.
We drove in literal silence the entire way there.  For two solid hours, not
one peep was uttered.  I knew by now that further protests were useless.
Heck my father was never going to give money back so I figured why waste
the energy trying to convince him otherwise.  And to this day, I have no
idea how much my father got for renting me out, but I do know that no
amount of money could have been worth it.

   We drove deep into a wooded area several towns from my home and arrived
at a very secluded cabin just after lunch.  Mr.  Jarkot met us as we pulled
up.  Dad didn't even come in, just chatted with Mr.  Jarkot in the driveway
before telling me to "have fun" as he got into the car and drove away.
Clutching my bag, I followed Mr. Jarkot up the steps and into the front
door.  Matt and Oscar were watching a movie on the TV and when we walked
in, Matt looked over and asked his dad "Is he our slave?" Slave?  My father
rented me out as a slave?  Mr.  Jarkot chuckled as he said "Just hold your
britches boy, me and Bryce got some talking to do" and he led me into a
bedroom and closed the door.

   As Mr.  Jarkot sat on the bed, he motioned to a chair off to the side.
"Sit down" he instructed, "we need to talk".  I quietly took my seat as he
continued.  "I'm not really sure what your daddy told you about what our
deal was, so I will explain it nice and easy.  You see, my boys are
curious, just like most boys, about sex stuff.  Now me and their mama don't
hide nothing from them, they've seen us doing all kinds of fuckin and
suckin, but they aint never had a chance to try any of that out themselves.
They been askin lots of questions lately though and I'm kinda concerned
they might try doin something with each other.  I can't have no son turning
into a fag (a word I had heard before but wasn't entirely sure of the
meaning) sucking on another boys cock or getting his butt screwed (cock, I
knew.  Screwed was reminiscent of Adam's comment to Devin so I was pretty
sure I knew what that was too) you with me so far?"

   When I didn't reply, I guess he figured we were on the same wavelength,
because he continued on, saying "Now I mentioned to your daddy this little
situation and guess what?  He told me that you were already pretty good at
that fag stuff.  Apparently you could suck the chrome off a bumper huh?" I
silently cursed my father.  Without waiting for a reply, he went on.  "Now
I figured that would work out pretty good.  My boys would get some
education, get their questions answered, and your daddy could make a little
money at the same time.  So here's the way it works.  First all, I brought
a few videos along to help with the process.  We'll start out watching the
video, to give the boys a general idea what is gonna happen.  Afterwards,
you can act out the video with each one of them.  Of course you will have
to play the girl part".

   With that said, he stared at me, a stern look on his face before he
started up again.  "Now I realize that my boys can be a little rambunctious
(A little?) but this is a special treat for them.  I paid your daddy a lot
of money and I expect that you won't give them, or me, any trouble while
you are here.  I know what is in store for you and you probably won't like
some of it, but I'll warn you, I expect obedience".  As he said this, his
hand reached down and he unzipped his pants.  Opening the front, he slid
his hand in and hauled out his own peepee.  It was partly stiff and
appeared to me at least two inches longer than my dad's and about a third
as much fatter around.  "Your dad tells me your not real keen on having a
big cock stuffed up your ass.  If you refuse any of our requests, I'm gonna
take this belt" he said shaking the thick brown strap of leather around his
pants "and use it on your butt.  Then" he continued, "I will take this cock
and stuff it right up inside you and pound you until your shit hole is torn
in two.  Understand?" I nodded.

   "And another thing" he said, "I have owned this cabin for six years and
know these woods like the back of my hands.  There is no way you could get
away from here without me finding you so don't even think about trying to
run away.  If you do, I will find you, and when I do, I will beat you to
within an inch of your life before I dump your ass in the middle of nowhere
and leave you to die.  Do we understand?" What choice did I have?  Dropping
my head forward dejectedly, I whispered "Yes sir".  "Good" he said, smiling
again.  "I have our first movie right here, let's go join the boys".

*******

   The first movie Mr.  Jarkot chose was titled "Oral Fun".  I must admit I
was quite intrigued as I watched my first ever pornographic movie, quite
amazed at the oral talents of the various people.  Women with very large
breasts were slobbering all over the biggest peepee's I had ever seen in my
life.  They were sucking these gigantic peepees all the way into their
throats, and then licked all around the hairy nutsacks before sucking the
peepee back in again.  And when the men would "cum", there was so much that
I thought the ladies would drown, their mouth hanging open as squirt after
endless squirt poured inside.  Then the men would put their mouths between
the legs of the ladies and lick their hairy privates until the women would
cry out.

   The boys sat on the couch, very attentive to the movie, only snickering
occasionally.  They didn't seem nearly as rowdy as when I had met them
several years before.  They were each dressed only in a pair of shorts.
Matt's were blue with a white stripe and Oscar's were brown with a red
stripe.  Matt's shorts were so tight that they looked like they had been
painted on his two, firm buttcheeks.  They were both very obviously excited
and were rubbing themselves throughout the movie.  Mr.  Jarkot provided
commentary, explaining all about how the women were "sluts" and were
"deepthroating" the men's "cock".  When the "cum" squirted out, he went
into great detail about "sperm" and how babies were made.  And then as the
men licked the women between their legs, Mr.  Jarkot explained about
"eating pussy" (although it looked more like licking than eating to me).

   The movie was only around fifteen minutes long and as soon as it was
finished, Mr.  Jarkot asked "Well, who wants to go first?" Both boys jumped
up and said "Me" at the same time, so it was decided that Oscar, who was
technically the "older" of the two (he came out a minute before Matt
apparently) would get to go first.  I knew full well what was expected of
me, so I got up and started walking to the bedroom.  Oscar was right behind
me as Mr.  Jarkot shouted out "Make sure you do it right.  Be a good little
slut".

   Once inside, Oscar stood staring at me, and me at him.  He had short
brown hair, a little wavy, and had a nicely tanned, thin body.  There was
no hair on his arms, chest or legs.  His brown eyes twinkled and he started
smiling as he said "Man this is going to be great, huh?" "For you I guess"
I muttered in response.  Oscar didn't pay much attention to my downcast
demeanor as he quickly slid his shorts and underwear down and hopped on the
bed.  His peepee was very stiff, and larger than mine, but not as big as
Devin's (the boys were a year younger than Devin but were also a much
smaller build, in fact, they really weren't much bigger than me and I was
two years younger than them.  I guess it had something to do with them
being twins).  There was no extra skin on it and just a few dark hairs
right above his peepee, none on his balls or anywhere else.

   He yanked on his peepee a few times before he laid back, spread his
legs, which were dangling over the side of the bed, and said "Ok slut, suck
me".  I didn't really appreciate being called a "slut".  I was a boy, not a
girl, but I figured arguing would only cause trouble, so I shuffled to the
edge of the bed and sank to my knees.  I could see that Oscar was tan all
over, his groin area just slightly lighter than the rest of his body.  The
head of his peepee was light purple in color and was just a little thicker
than the shaft.  His hairless ballsack was as light as the rest of his
groin and I could see two nice sized eggs protruding at the bottom.

   Mimicking the "sluts" in the movie, I began by licking first one, then
the other side of Oscar's groin.  Thankfully, he was relatively clean, just
a little flavor of dried sweat.  I licked all around his ballsack before
taking it into my mouth and sucking on the eggs for a minute.  Oscar leaned
back and groaned as I released the fleshy pouch, raised my face to his
peepee and slid my mouth down to the base.  The effect was immediate.  "Oh
shit" Oscar exclaimed just as his lower body tensed and his peepee sent
forth three very powerful squirts in the back of my mouth.  His very runny
"cum" had almost no flavor to it and I quickly swallowed it down.  "Uhngh,
ungh" Oscar continued as a few more dribbles spilled onto my tongue.

   I pulled my mouth slowly up, sucking up and swallowing down the
remaining discharge before sitting back and looking up at a very content
Oscar, who was still laying back on the bed, trying to catch his breath.
"That...was...awesome" was all he managed to spit out in between breaths.
We had been in the bedroom less than five minutes total.  "That was easy,
maybe this wont be so bad after all I thought to myself".  Oh, how wrong I
was again.

   Mr.  Jarkot opened the door even before Oscar could get up and grab his
shorts.  "How are things going?" he inquired.  "That was great" Oscar
exclaimed, "he swallowed my sperm real good".  Still laying back on the
bed, he had a wide smile and wasn't the least bit inhibited about being
naked, and freshly sucked, right in front of his father.  "Outstanding" Mr.
Jarkot replied "Did you practice licking pussy yet?" Licking pussy?  How
was that supposed to happen?  Neither of us had a "pussy".

   Apparently the quizzical expressions on our faces confirmed to Mr.
Jarkot that we had no idea what he was talking about so he started to
explain.  "Well, technically, neither of you have a pussy like the girls in
the movie" he said, "but that doesn't mean that Bryce can't lick the hole
you do have".  I knew right away what he was talking about.  Oscar needed a
roadmap though so Mr.  Jarkot continued on, explaining how good it felt to
get "the man's pussy" licked.  Before he left the room, he again cautioned
me to "do it right" and reminded me about how the men in the movie had not
just licked, but had sucked on and put their tongues deep inside the
"pussy", and that I should not stop until Oscar had another orgasm, just
like the "sluts" had.

   Shit.  Literally and figuratively I guess.  Here I was having to lick
another butthole.  Unlike Devin, who I just flat out refused, or little
Adam, whose butt I licked because I loved him so, this butt, and the one
belonging to Matt, were going to get licked whether I liked it or not.
"Man I hope he's clean" I thought as I turned back to the bed.  As I again
dropped to my knees I thought about Mr.  Jarkot's comment about making
Oscar "cum" again.  I remembered that Adam had an orgasm pretty quick when
I had licked his butthole, but also realized that Oscar had just "cum" in
my mouth.  Unfortunately I was pretty sure, based on my experiences with
Bobby, it was going to take him some time before he was ready to "cum"
again.

   I grabbed his legs and pushed them up towards his head.  As I did, his
lower body started to fold and his bottom came into view.  "It's not so
bad" I thought to myself, peering between his open buttcheeks.  Although it
wasn't spotless, it was much cleaner than the mess in Devin's butt had
been. Just a few streaks across the cheeks and a brownish film around the
tight hole.  I looked up.  I could see that Oscar's peepee was still wet
from my earlier sucking, but it was now soft, laying gently across his
groin.  Looking up further, I saw Oscar was staring straight into my eyes,
a sneer on his lips as he spoke.  "Lick the pussy, slut" he ordered.

   Leaning forward, I could clearly smell a "poop" odor, although it wasn't
overwhelming, just enough to remind me that this was the hole that "poop"
comes from and now I would be licking it.  I stuck my tongue out and swiped
at the folds of the butt cheeks.  Just like Adam had been, Oscar was
startled by my tongue and his lower body clenched up.  By now he was
holding his own legs up and I was able to use my hands to pry his cheeks
apart and began licking up and down the length of his crack.  Just like
with Adam, the streaks of poopy were washed away pretty quickly, as was the
brown film around his butthole as my tongue swiped across it like a
washcloth.

   When it was sufficiently clean, I put my mouth directly on the hole and
started sucking.  "Mmmmm, oh yeah, mmmmm" Oscar moaned out as the tip of my
tongue pierced the tight ring.  "Oh that's, ohhh, that's really good" he
croaked out as my tongue plowed deeper inside his butt canal.  Sucking and
licking, probing and swirling, I got a pretty good rhythm going and
realized it wasn't too bad.  At least he was relatively clean, the
bitterness of his poop flavors now long gone, all I could taste was his
flesh as his bottom squirmed back and forth on my face.

   Oscar continued his quiet moans of pleasure as one minute turned to two
and two turned to three.  Licking, sucking, probing and swirling, the
obscene slurping noises of my mouth against his butthole were pretty loud.
After around five minutes, my jaw was beginning to get tired, but I noticed
that his peepee had finally stiffened once again and he was starting to use
his hand on it, stroking it up and down very slowly.  Still, I licked and
sucked and within another minute I could tell he was getting close.  His
legs were starting to tremble, his moans were getting louder and his hand
was now flying up and down on his peepee pretty fast.

   Very suddenly, Oscar cried out "Oh fuck, Oh fucking shit" and his bottom
clenched tight again, his butthole squeezing down on my tongue.  Pulling my
face away, I could see the squirts of clear "cum" as they fired up out of
his peepee and onto his chest.  Three quick blasts were followed by a
series of dribbles onto his hand.  When he was finished, his legs dropped
down and his hand, covered with "cum", lay motionless across his softening
peepee.  He was panting again as I leaned forward and began cleaning his
hand, groin and chest with my mouth, sucking up the tasteless, gooey mess.

   After I finished cleaning Oscar's discharge off his groin and chest, he
quickly rose, retrieved his shorts and underwear and departed, not even
bothering to put his clothes on.  Mr.  Jarkot and Matt entered the room a
few moments later.  Matt had already disposed of his shorts, presumably in
the living room, and was standing naked next to his father, sporting a
stiff peepee and an anxious look.  "One down and one to go" Mr.  Jarkot
said, slapping me on the back.  "I didn't really think about it before, but
why don't you go ahead and strip down yourself" he directed.  "No need for
clothes here, it's just us guys and it will make it a little easier as time
goes on".

   "A little easier on who?" I thought as I pulled my shirt over my head,
slid out of my shorts and underwear and Mr.  Jarkot collected them from me.
"I'll keep these safe with the rest of your clothes" he remarked as he
turned towards the door.  "And remember, do Matt really good" he said as he
patted his own groin, grinning at me.  And as he closed the door, there I
stood, feeling awkwardly out of place.  Sure Matt was also naked, but he
was excited, as evidence by his stiff peepee.  My own peepee just lay down
between my legs, just as dejected as I was, perhaps understanding that this
wasn't about my pleasure.  I was here as an instrument to someone else's
pleasure.  And now, without my clothes at least, I felt all the more
vulnerable in that role.

   I looked at Matt.  Although they were both relatively "good looking"
boys, Matt was, I thought, the cuter of the two.  His blond hair was short,
but thick and course.  He seldom smiled, and more often than not had a more
serious look on his face, which I guess made him look meaner than his
brother.  His skin was lighter than Oscar's, although he was still tanned,
but the lightness of his groin was more of a contrast to the rest of his
body than Oscar's had been.  I couldn't see any body hair, not even any
above his peepee like Oscar had.  He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned his
slender body all the way back and spread his legs.  His peepee, which was
about the same size as Oscar's, was laying tight against his abdomen.  His
ballsack, smooth and crinkly, dangled below, resting on the bedsheet.

   I walked to the bed and slid to my knees.  My jaw was still aching from
all the action on Oscar's butthole, and so I thought I might try a
different approach this time.  I figured if I could get him to "cum"
quicker by licking his butthole first, sucking leisurely on his peepee for
the second orgasm would be easier.  Grabbing Matt's smooth legs, I hoisted
them up to reveal his bottom.  Not much different than Oscar's had been
although not quite as clean.  The same brownish film around his hole, but
much more in the poop smear department across the butt cheeks.  The odor
wasn't much different, not overwhelming, but it was a butthole and it did
smell like one.

   I started by licking along the butt cheeks, the bitterness of the poop
smears immediately identifiable in my mouth.  Matt was not nearly as jumpy
as Oscar had been and barely moved as I licked, cleaning across the inner
folds and down into the valley below.  When the tip of my tongue hit the
brown hole, he did shift his hips a bit and make an "oh" sound but then he
remained mostly quiet and almost completely still as I progressed.  Licking
all around the hole it was soon a glistening bright pink ring of flesh.
Locking my lips on the little ring, I applied my sucking pressure and slid
my tongue inside.  Once again, his hips shifted and Matt made some very low
moaning noises, but he continued to maintain his composure.  It was when I
started swirling my tongue around just inside the tight hole that he
actually started reacting, both vocally and physically.

   I felt his lower body start slowly stiffening as my tongue continued
burrowing inside.  I knew he had to be close because his low moans were
starting to get louder and a little more ragged.  "Oh...ohh....oh...OHHhhh"
he moaned and with that, my tongue as far inside as I could push, I pulled
it straight out and sucked as hard as I could at his butthole ring.  That
was all it took.  Matt cried out, and without even touching his peepee, it
erupted, sending squirt after squirt of his "cum" splashing across his
upper body.

   After waiting for him to "come down" from his "cum up" (well I thought
it was funny anyway) I stood up, bent over his upper body and began
cleaning the clear liquid from his chest.  The runny juice had squirted
clear up to above his nipples.  It appeared to be the same consistency as
Oscar's had been, mostly clear, a little gooey, but it had a slightly sweet
tasting flavor whereas Oscar's had been virtually tasteless.  I dutifully
licked it up with my tongue, swallowing it down as I went and within a few
moments, it was all gone.

   Kneeling back down between his legs, I spread them open and began
licking up and down the inner folds of his thighs.  I knew I was going to
have to get him off again, but figured that his peepee would be too
sensitive right away to start sucking again so soon (Bobby and Devin both
had complained because they couldn't stand being sucked right after they
squirt their "cum").  Matt's groin had a bit more "flavor" than Oscar's,
just the slightest traces of stale piss, mixed with dried sweat.  Again,
these tastes disappeared within a few licks.  The flesh of his thighs and
inner groin were baby smooth and not at all unpleasant, so I didn't mind
the licking there while I waited for his peepee to recover sufficiently for
a suck job.

   Moving to his ballsack, I once again licked all around the sticky flesh
before sucking the two little globes into my mouth.  Matt squirmed just a
little as I did so, once again making barely audible "ummmm" noises at the
same time.  I could see that his peepee was beginning to stiffen a little,
so as I let his balls fall from my mouth, I shifted upward slightly to the
fleshy tube and sucked it in.  It was still far from erect, and it was a
unique experience feeling it actually stiffen and lengthen as I sucked away
at it.  My jaws were still quite sore from the prolonged actions on Oscar's
butthole, so I did a leisurely suck while rolling my tongue around the
spongy head and down the tubular shaft.

   After a minute or two, Matt had stiffened fully and I found myself
bobbing up and down on his erectness.  Slowly at first, I built up my speed
over the next few minutes until the slurping sounds of my mouth rapidly
sliding up and down were clearly audible and more than drowned out his
whimpered responses.  With very little outward notice, Matt very suddenly
"spermed" in my mouth.  I literally didn't even know it was happening until
I felt the jets splashing at the back of my throat and tasted the sweetness
of his juice.  There were no vocal noises, no stiffening of his thighs,
just one second I was sucking away and the next I had a mouthful of "cum"
that I was quickly swallowing down.  When he finished spraying, Matt merely
moved his hand to the back of my head, pushed me down full on his groin for
an instant, and then slowly lifted my face from between his legs.  I sucked
the residue of his discharge as he did so and when my mouth cleared his
softening peepee, I swallowed once again, and was done.

   Afterwards, we returned to the living room.  Oscar and Matt made no
effort to redress, and I had no idea where my clothes were, so we sat there
naked as Mr.  Jarkot (who was still dressed) quizzed the boys on how their
"first blowjob" felt.  They both seemed quite happy with how things
transpired and chatted unabashedly to their father about the "tingly"
feelings they got as they were "cumming" in my mouth.  Matt was especially
enthusiastic about having his butthole licked and said "I can't wait for
him to do that again." He went so far as to suggest that "Maybe after I
take a dump, Bryce's tongue could be my toilet paper!"

   This, to me was the ultimate revulsion and I was thoroughly disgusted by
even such a thought.  What would make someone even think of such a thing?
How sick a person would have to be to even think that another person would
lick their freshly vacated butthole.  Surely, I thought, Mr.  Jarkot would
admonish his disgusting son for even making such a revolting statement.
But as I sat there, in all my exposed nakedness, I was shocked when Mr.
Jarkot, far from taking exception to Matt's comment, actually responded by
saying "I bet that would feel really good son, but I bet there is something
even better".  Even better?  Better in the sense that licking a dirty
butthole is less better?  I was confused, shocked, revolted and fearful,
all at the same time.

To be continued.