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 This story details the 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 topics, or if the discussion
of sexual acts involving minors is not your bag, please stop reading now.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my writings.  Feedback is welcome at
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   Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 14

   Three days went by before the bombshell dropped.  Leading up to that
bombshell they were mostly uneventful, just typical summer days.  Well,
typical for me anyway.  After dad and Barb had finished their little visit,
they came out and we all went to McDonalds for dinner.  By nightfall we
were saying our goodbyes and Adam was gone.  That night I didn't get called
to the bedroom so Barb must have satisfied dad, who was acting a little
secretive.  He had me clean out the car before I could come in the house
and by the time I was finished, he had gone into his bedroom and closed the
door already.

   The next day I went to Devin's house hoping Adam might be there.  No
such luck, but Devin was home and was ready for a trip into my mouth.  No
one else was home so we did it on his bed.  He complained because I hadn't
been around in a few days and told me he was "really horny".  He sure must
have been cause on his second thrust in my mouth he was already squirting.

   I swallowed down his "baby juice" but he didn't let go of my head. 
Instead he told me to "keep sucking" to see if he could "get it up again".
I didn't have anything better to do, and since Devin was relatively clean
down there (by Devin's standards anyway, just a little piss flavor) I kept
sucking, using my tongue to play with the floppy piece of extra skin.  The
dozen or so dark brown hairs above his peepee were tickling my nose and I
was intrigued by their silkiness, such a contrast to the wire hairs my dad
had.

   Within a few minutes he did start to stiffen again and he pulled my face
tight against his groin.  "Um...ummm...ummmm" he grunted as his peepee was
pushed to the back of my mouth.  I sucked even harder and used my tongue to
swirl around that purple head, visualizing it in my mind as it expanded and
prepared itself to send forth Devin's discharge.  And it did so very soon,
Devin crying out as it started flexing and shooting his runny "juice" right
into my throat.

   After he let go of my head and I finished swallowing, we went out and
played some.  Twice more that day he used my mouth.  The first time was
after he took a piss behind some bushes (after which he pulled me in to
"show me something" then pushed me to my knees).  Apparently he was so
caught up in the thought of getting sucked that he hadn't even fully
finished peeing and I got a shot of his piss in my mouth as I took him in
and started sucking.  No big deal, I had swallowed piss before.

   The second time was right before I went home.  This time in his
backyard, behind the shed.  I could actually hear some kids playing in the
next yard, just a few feet away and blocked by a rickety wooden fence.  As
I kneeled in the grass, my head moving up and down in Devin's groin, I
wondered if those kids ever did such things.  Did they ever suck on each
other's peepee?  And if not, what they might think if they happened to look
over and see a little boy sucking the peepee of an older boy?  Would they
think it was gross?  Would they think it was normal?  Natural?  And as
Devin started to raise up on his toes, the sure sign that he was ready to
squirt in my mouth, I actually asked the same question of myself.  Was this
normal?  Was it natural?  And as my throat muscles started bobbing,
carrying my saliva and Devin's fresh "baby juice" into my tummy, I wasn't
sure anymore.

   The next day I was woke up by Devin, who said my dad let him as he was
leaving.  Man, a few days without a mouth must have really put Devin over
the edge cause here he was, ready again.  "I want to try something
different" he announced as he dropped his shorts to the floor.  His peepee
was already stiff and it led the way as he climbed up on the bed and
straddled my chest.  "What are you doing?" I asked as he worked his knees
up onto my arms, pinning me in place.  "I told you, I want to try something
different.  Stop wiggling" Devin replied as he leaned forward, his ballsack
rubbing against my chin.

   Well the weight of the bigger boy on my arms didn't give me much choice
but to stop wiggling cause it seemed the more I struggled, the more I was
being pinned into the mattress.  "What are you doing?" I asked again as
Devin seemed to settle in.  "I want my butthole licked like you licked
Adam's" he replied.  "I wiped really good this morning and I aint takin no
for an answer" he added as he shifted his lower body around so that his
balls were draping over my nose and his butt cheeks were right above my
mouth.

   I was a little panicked.  Not at the thought of having to lick Devin's
crud hole, but because I was pinned down and my arms were hurting bad. 
"OK, I'll lick you" I cried out, "But you are hurting my arms, please
loosen up".  Devin, who by now was rubbing his stiffness with one hand, the
purple head poking out just inches from my eyes, stopped, looked down and
said "Really?  You promise?" "Yes" I said, "Just loosen up a little".

   Devin shifted his weight, still pinning my arms, but his knees were now
pushed into the mattress instead of my arms.  The pain started to subside
just as he sifted his rear end, grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands,
spread them open and started to lower himself onto my mouth.  From the
position I was in it was hard to tell for sure but it did seem as if he was
mostly clean back there.  I could only see a few streaks of brown across
the inner folds of his cheeks and the smell, while powerful, was not
overwhelming.

   I extended my tongue just as his butthole landed across my mouth and his
ballsack draped over my nose.  I closed my eyes as I began licking around
the smooth opening, the by now familiar tastes of dirty butthole were alive
on my tongue.  Devin, who was now uttering a soft, but near constant moan,
actually started bouncing his bottom on my mouth as I lapped away, finding
that my tongue slipped right inside the little hole as I swirled back and
forth.  There must not have been much, if anything inside there because I
didn't notice any change in the taste, even though I was now pretty much up
and inside Devin's poop canal.

   With his ballsack crushed against my nose, all I could smell was the
pissy, sweaty flavors down there as I continued swirling my tongue inside
Devin.  He had released his hands from his butt cheeks and was now rubbing
his stiffness, still moaning and squirming back and forth on my tongue.  I
could actually feel his butthole tighten and loosen several times as his
hand rubbed faster and faster, right there before my eyes.  His moaning was
getting louder and more ragged as he started pushing his butthole harder
against my mouth.  His lower body was now shaking as he suddenly cried out
and arched his back, his butthole crushed tight on my mouth, and I watched
three jets of baby juice squirt from the purple tip of his peepee.

   The hot, runny sauce splashed across the top of my head and down my face
as Devin continued crying out.  Suddenly he pulled his butthole from my
mouth, shifted his groin a little lower, and presented his peepee, still a
little stiff but starting to soften, to my lips.  I opened my mouth, took
the tip inside and sucked a tiny bit more of his cum out of him before he
just as quickly ejected himself and rolled over on the bed onto his back,
panting like he had run a foot race.

   "Oh man" he said as I used my fingers to wipe up the gooey mess of cum
that had landed on my face.  "That was better than buttfucking" he
continued as I licked the goo from my fingers.  "Don't ever do that to me
again" I snapped.  I was angry.  Not at having had to lick his butthole,
but because he had held me down and forced me.  "But I cleaned it" Devin
said in protest, looking hurt by my comment.  "I don't care" I replied, "I
don't like being held down.  You should have asked me first."

   Devin left a short time later and I stayed home the rest of the day.  He
called after lunch and tried to apologize, but I hung up on him when after
that he asked if he could "come over for a quickee".  What a jerk.  First
he forces me to lick his butthole, then he wants to come back over and get
sucked because his peepee is stiff.  I was content to have some peace and
quiet by myself.  Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long.  That afternoon
when my dad got home is when the shit hit the fan.  Almost literally.

   He called me into the livingroom and had me sit on the couch.  Popping a
videotape into the vcr, he said "I want you to watch something".  There on
the TV was my bedroom.  Someone, my dad I assumed, was fiddling with a
video camera and was pointing it towards my bed, where I was laying,
asleep. After adjusting the zoom so you could see just the bed, the
movement stopped and all you could see was me sleeping.  What the heck was
this all about I wondered, just as dad started to explain.

   "I thought it would be nice to do some home video so I hid my little
camera on your dresser" he said, a little sly, con-man smile appearing on
his lips.  "Why?" I asked, a little queasy inside.  "Keep watching" dad
replied.  He fast forwarded a little bit until I started to stir on the bed
and then slowed it down.  I could hear muffled voices coming from the
"movie" but couldn't quite make out the conversation.  I watched myself get
out of bed and leave the room.

   "Hi sleepy head" I heard coming from the TV.  Oh crap.  Oh crap.  That
was Adam's voice.  It may have been muffled but I could definitely make it
out.  My mind was now in a total fog.  My dad had hidden a camera in my
room the day that Barb and Adam had been over.  The day that Adam and I had
gone into my room together.  The day I had feasted on his dirty butthole
like it was a gourmet meal.  No wonder he had been so anxious to head to
his bedroom with Barb, leaving me and Adam alone.  No wonder he had acted
all secretive that night, making me clean out the car before I could come
inside.  He was retrieving the camera from my bedroom and didn't want me to
see.  But there was plenty for him to see.

   And it was all captured right there on tape and being played out before
my very eyes.  Adam face down on my bed.  Me prying apart his buttcheeks,
then licking, munching and chowing down on his little private hole.  The
sounds of my slurping mouth and Adam's muffled moans were further testimony
of my actions.  The look of absolute pleasure on my face each time I pulled
away from the two soft mounds of butt flesh.  The sheer passion that was
apparent as I locked my mouth in between those same mounds, sucking away so
hard that it was impossible to deny my pleasure.  Then, as if the visuals
weren't enough, afterwards Adam and I were engaged in conversation in which
I even admitted it had been dirty back there and that I had "liked it".  Oh
crap.

   "Sure looks like you were having a pretty good time" dad announced as he
turned the TV off.  I was still in a fog.  How could I deny that?  I had
licked a very dirty butthole and enjoyed it.  The proof was right there. 
How could I even begin to explain my feelings for Adam?  How it wasn't
about eating poop, but about being engaged in that act with Adam.  Sweet,
cute little Adam.  I started nervously chewing on my fingernail as I looked
up at my father, now standing in front of me as I continued sitting on the
couch.

   "That was some pretty hot stuff Bryce" he said as he grabbed at his
crotch and his fingers began tugging his zipper down.  "You got me all
worked up, how about a quick suck before I explode in my pants?" he added
as he yanked his underpants down and his stiff peepee popped in front of my
face.  "Now?  Here?" I asked, still unsure what exactly was going on, but
suddenly very paranoid about whether or not I was being set up somehow. 
"Yup, right now" dad said as he rubbed the pliable head of his peepee
across my lips, "open up, otherwise I am gonna haul you into the bedroom
and stuff it in your ass, would you rather have that?"

   "No" I muttered as I opened my mouth and he pushed about half of his
peepee inside.  Closing my mouth and my eyes at the same time, I began
sucking on the stiffness.  This was a new position for my dad and me. 
Usually he was laying down on the bed and I was hunched over him.  In this
new position, with me sitting on the couch, he was more in control and as
he thrust his hips back and forth, was able to slide his peepee all the way
in to the back of my throat.  "Uh, uh, uh" he moaned out with each thrust,
his ballsack actually whacking me on my lower chin as he did so.

   "Uh...oh that is nice Bryce, uh, uh, you are really, uh, good at this
shit huh?  Uh, uh, uh...watching you eat that little shitbox was hot huh? I
can't wait...uh, oh, uh, until, uh I can, uh I can see it again, uh, Uh,
UHHH" he cried out as he pushed himself into my throat, held my face to his
groin and began spitting his "cum" into my mouth.  I was gagging and
swallowing at the same time as he held my head tight and spurted the thick,
salty cream right into my throat.  I couldn't breath and was struggling and
just as I thought I was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen, he pulled
back just a tiny bit.  I was able to get some air in through my nose as his
peepee spit out several more volleys just before he withdrew from my mouth.
As I finished swallowing the remainder of his discharge, and continued
gulping for air, dad just stepped back, pulled his underwear and pants back
up and said "Now we need to talk".

   With that he sat down on a chair across from the sofa and started in. 
First he reminded me of our conversation several days earlier about making
money with a movie that showed me eating a turd.  Then he explained that
the movie I saw wasn't what he had in mind, but that he had taped it as
"proof" that "eating some shit" was something I could do.  He basically
decided that since I had licked Adam's dirty hole, that somehow equated to
me eating a whole turd and that somehow I couldn't disagree, what with me
on film doing what I was doing.  I saw what he was getting at with his
twisted con-man logic but decided not to even bother trying to argue with
him.  I knew it was useless.  He then went on to inform me that he had
decided that Adam and I were going to "star" in his movie, with me being
the "eater" and Adam providing "the turd".

   When I asked him how he was going to keep Adam from telling his mom, he
dropped another bombshell by saying "Barb thinks the whole thing is a good
idea".  It seems she had known all along that Devin had been "buttfucking"
her son, but because it gave her the freedom to come and go as she wanted
(having a free "babysitter") she didn't see the harm in Adam having to "put
out" a little bit for the hassle.  He further informed me that he had shown
her the "movie" of me and Adam and that she was quite excited about the
prospect of making some "cash", especially since all Adam had to do was
"take a shit".

   "You showed her the movie?" was all I could think to ask.  I was
horribly embarrassed at the thought that she had watched me munching her
son's dirty butthole.  "Why would you do that?" "Well" he began, "It
started when she and I were talking about the two of you sleeping together
when she and Adam stayed over that one night.  She mentioned that Adam and
Devin slept together at Devin's house and, well, one thing led to another
and she told me about Devin getting off in her kids butt.  I told her that
Devin must be quite a stud cause he was porking your ass also and suggested
that maybe we could somehow use the sex stuff to make some money.  She was
definitely up for that and next thing you know, I have a movie of you with
your face stuffed in that kids shit hole.  So I went to her and explained
what Mr.  Frish said about making money with a shit eating video.  She was
in."

   I was numb.  I don't know why I was surprised; my father had already
used me to make money from Mr.  Jarkot by "renting" me to serve as a slave
to his butt head sons.  I also assumed that Mr.  Frish had paid (something
more so than the fact that my father had been allowed to buttfuck Dima as a
part of the agreement) him for my services at the hotel as well.  So why
was this any different?  My dad was a con man and was always looking for a
quick buck.  Apparently I was just another source of money for him now. 
But still I was dumbfounded, and as I lay in bed that night thinking about
what had taken place, reliving the "movie" over and over in my mind, I was
numb.

   The thought of eating one of Adam's turds wasn't the troubling part. 
Heck I had already had a taste of what he had back there and had even
fantasized about the very act.  What was really troubling me was that I
thought what Adam and I shared was private.  Just between him and me,
something special.  And now it was going to be forced upon me.  Something
that would take place on someone else's terms.  Something that would not
only not be a private act between Adam and me, but which would be shared
with anyone who got a copy of the "movie".  I was going to be enduring the
same embarrassing indignity that "Butch" had experienced when he was filmed
eating his "brownie".  I didn't want the Matt Jarkot's of the world getting
excited by watching me "eat a turd".  I didn't want my special moments with
Adam ruined.  Unfortunately, just as had been the case with the Jarkots and
the Frishs, I didn't have a choice.
   End of part 14.  To be continued.