Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 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
brycewriter@gmail.com

   Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 15

   Two days after the bombshell, Barb dropped Adam off at my house before
she headed off to work.  She gave me a wink as she instructed Adam to "be a
good boy like we talked about" and then she was gone.  Adam seemed a little
shy at first so I asked my dad if Adam and I could go into my room to talk.
"OK" he said, "but if Adam needs to go to the bathroom, come get me".  Good
grief.

   My bedroom had a really expensive camera that dad had rented sitting on
a tripod next to my bed.  Once Adam and I were alone, he opened up and we
started chatting.  "Are you really gonna eat my poopy?" he asked. 
Apparently Barb had filled him in.  I wasn't quite sure how to answer so I
stood there staring at him a moment.  Darn he sure looked cute.  His thick,
wavy hair looked freshly washed and was still a little damp.  He was
wearing a tight pair of brown shorts, the kind with the stretchy waistband,
and a tan t-shirt with a lion on the front.  No shoes or socks and his
little tiny toes were wiggling in the carpet as he waited for my response.

   "Adam" I said, "I told you I really like you a lot.  I would do anything
with you or for you, anything at all, even eat your poop.  This whole movie
thing wasn't my idea and I'm not really happy about being videotaped while
I am doing it, but I can't do anything about that.  So maybe we can try to
ignore that part as best as we can and make the best out of just being
together.  OK?" "OK" he replied, "I just hope we can still be friends.  I
like you a lot too"

   We played most of the morning, although dad made us stay in the house.
He kept asking Adam if he had to "go yet" and acted like he was gonna miss
something if he wasn't right on top of us.  Devin showed up mid-morning and
was pissed off that he couldn't stay.  He hadn't been able to come over the
day before and as we stood in the doorway he kept telling me he was "really
horny" and that it "won't take long".  I explained that my dad was home and
even if he could come in, we wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.  I
actually felt bad for him as he walked away, looking dejected.

   Just before lunchtime, my dad, apparently getting impatient, decided
that he would videotape us doing some "kissing and stuff".  "Lead in
material" he called it.  That was fine with me, I liked kissing Adam.  Dad
decided that the "plot" was going to be that Adam was spending the night
and we start "messing around with each other, kissing and sucking and
stuff".  At some point during the night, Adam has to "go potty" and I am
supposed to volunteer to let him do it in my mouth.

   It sounded stupid to me, and I thought back to the "Brownie for Butch"
movie title.  That made more sense in my mind.  What were they gonna call
this one?  "Bryce eats a Turd"?  How original that would be.  But I went
along, figuring that an argument would only make things worse.  And anyway,
Adam and I were at least gonna get to do some kissing and sucking.  So we
strpped down to our underwear and hopped into bed.  Adam looked so darn
cute wearing a pair of tight spiderman underpants, his little peepee making
a nice pouch in the front and his plump butt cheeks pressing tightly
against the rear.  He was clean, freshly bathed prior to coming over, and
he looked like a little angel laying in my bed.

   Dad had some stupid things that we had to say to start out with, making
it sound like I was trying to convince Adam to do stuff.  It took a little
while to "get it right" as my dad said and I felt stupid having to keep
saying the same thing over and over.  Finally though, he must have gotten
what he wanted and let us begin.  I started by leaning over, pushing Adam's
thick, wavy hair back and kissing his ear lobe.  I could see Adam licking
his lips and close his big brown eyes as I sucked the little soft lobe into
my mouth and nibbled on it.

   "That's it, nice and slow" my dad said as I swirled my tongue around the
inside of Adam's ear before kissing my way across his cheek.  By the time I
was at his mouth, Adam had opened his eyes and was staring into mine.  Man
he was so cute.  I smiled as I pressed my mouth to his and his tongue
timidly poked out and greeted my own.  I was in heaven.  I forgot all about
my dad as I rolled onto my back, pulling Adam on top of me, our mouths
locked together.

   Sucking away madly at the sweetness of his little boy mouth, I must had
swallowed a pint of Adam's saliva over the next five minutes.  With one
hand running through his soft brown hair, my other hand draped down the
flesh of his smooth back and locked in on his underwear covered buttcheeks,
pulling his groin tightly into my own.  My peepee was as stiff as I ever
remember it being and the sensations of Adam's groin rubbing against mine
were driving me crazy.  So much so that I actually had to stop kissing as I
cried out.  Grabbing Adam"s bottom with both hands, I frantically rubbed
him tighter and tighter against my groin as my little boy orgasm overtook
me.

   When I finally stopped shaking, I let go of Adam's butt.  "Are you ok?"
he asked, looking concerned.  "Oh yes" I said, "That was awesome.  You make
me feel so good Adam".  "Damn son" dad said, startling me for a second
before bringing me back to the moment, "I knew you'd like this shit.  That
was some good stuff.  Kiss his neck and underarms now and work your way
down."

   So that was how I spent the next hour or so, licking, kissing and
sucking my way back and forth and down Adam's body.  From the soft
sweetness of his neck, to the creamy goodness of his underarms (his giggles
sounded so cute) to the pointy little brown nipples on his chest and then
down to his stomach where I swirled my tongue around inside his belly
button.  From there I was told by dad to "skip his groin" and work on his
feet.  So I shifted down there and spent some time sniffing (no odor) then
licking his feet and squirmy little piggy toes.

   After all that, my mouth was getting pretty dry so I asked if we could
stop while I got a drink.  Dad said that was fine cause he had to make some
phone calls anyway.  I got some lemonade for me and Adam and we sat on the
bed and had our drinks.  Afterwards we cuddled up and I held him tight
while kissing his strawberry shampoo scented hair.  "I liked the kissing
part" Adam peeped.  "Me too, maybe we can do some more later after we
finish the movie" I replied.  Adam smiled really wide, then suddenly
frowned a bit and looked down.  "What's the matter?" I asked.  "Well...are
you gonna wash your mouth out first?" he asked, very timidly.  Wash my
mouth out?  What the heck did...then it hit me and I started laughing.  We
would "finish the movie" only after I had eaten a turd.  The thought of
swapping spit with someone who just ate a turd, even if it was his, was the
issue.  "Of course I will you silly head" I said between giggles.

   When dad got back, Adam announced that he had to pee.  That was fine
with me, I had already tasted Adam's pee the night he had slept over my
house, although it had happened while he was asleep so even he didn't know
that.  My dad worked out what we were supposed to say for the movie (stupid
stuff.  "I have to pee".  "I know...why don't you pee in my mouth that
would be really cool" Really corny).  Anyway, it was decided that I would
lay with my back against the headboard and Adam would stand on the bed in
front of me, his peepee just above the height of my head.

   Adam stripped off his briefs and climbed up on the bed, where I was
already sitting.  His little peepee with the perfect little head was soft
and it shook from side to side.  As he was standing in front of me I
couldn't help myself and leaned up and took a lick at it.  "Don't" dad
barked "if he gets hard it will be harder for him to pee".  So I sat back
and waited.  Everything else was going just fine until dad said something
that set me off.  "Are you ready toilet boy?" he asked.

   Now I know there is no way he could have known how upsetting that was
going to be to me and I'm sure he thought he was being funny.  But it
really pissed me off (no joke intended) and I told him so.  "Don't ever
call me that again.  I do not like that.  I am not a toilet boy" I shouted.
Dad was taken back by my outburst and for a second just stared at me. 
Apparently he then realized that he had struck a cord and just said "OK,
I'm sorry".  I know he couldn't have known that the Jarkot jerks had called
me "toilet boy" and got a lot of humor out of that at my expense.  Just the
same, I didn't want to have to deal with that as a new nickname.

   "OK then, lets get back to the movie shall we" dad said once I settled
down.  Adam was holding his little peepee and I could tell he needed some
relief.  I just looked up, smiled at him and said "Let er rip" and opened
my mouth.  Adam smiled, giggled a little and, using his hand, aimed his
peepee towards the opening.  It took a few seconds, but his aim was
perfect. The blast hit dead center in my mouth and the force actually
caught me by surprise.  It hit the back of my mouth and quickly filled my
throat and rear jaw area with urine.  After 3 or 4 seconds, the stream
still gushing, I realized that I either needed to swallow or it would run
over.  Having no way to communicate this problem, and not having discussed
this prior to the event, I decided to lean up, take the tip of his peepee
in my mouth to keep it from continuing all over my face, and swallow. 
Which is what I did.

   Oh man.  I just swallowed a mouthful of Adam's pee.  A mostly tasteless
(kinda sweet but a little salty) warmth that had just been inside of Adam's
body.  A warmth that he was transferring to me, connecting us together. 
Movie or not, this was an incredibly powerful moment for me as I really
connected with Adam.  I was getting a part of him inside me.  And so as I
opened my mouth for the second round (he must have really had to go) I
cocked my head back, closed my eyes, grabbed my own peepee (which was still
inside my underpants but stiff as a nail) and rubbed myself to my second
orgasm of the day as Adam finished up, just a single drop dangling from the
tip.  I swallowed that second mouthful, leaned up again and licked that
final drip right from his peehole.

   Laying back and sliding down, I pulled Adam down so that he was now
sitting on my chest.  This put his groin right at my mouth level.  I had
been waiting for this moment and I went to town.  Within seconds, his
peepee had stiffened up and I was sucking as hard as I could.  I knew there
was nothing more Adam could deliver from his stiffness, but that didn't
stop me.  When his hands grabbed my head as he cried out in orgasm, I
sucked even harder.  When he bounced his little bottom against my chest a
few minutes later and squealed out his second cum, I kept going.  My lips
were locked tight against his groin, my tongue swirling, as Adam's peepee
was being strangled by my suctioning mouth.  Only after his third orgasm,
after which he begged me to stop, did I finally pull away.

   Adam fell backwards.  He was now laying, face-up, lengthwise across my
body.  His little chest was rising and falling and I could hear him panting
as he struggled to catch his breath.  Grabbing his soft, smooth hips, I
pulled his lower body up closer to my face.  His legs were laying on each
side of my head and as I scooted him up, they had to bend to keep from
hitting the headboard.  This caused them to spread out to the sides, which
then opened his groin right before my eyes.  His peepee, still stiff, was
all shiny with my saliva.  His little ballsack, so small and compact, was
now resting just in front of my lips.

   Leaning in, I took the silky pouch into my mouth and began sucking. 
Adam shifted ever so slightly, spreading his legs a little more and
revealing the cleft of his bottom.  Shifting my mouth to the creamy skin of
the side of his groin, I licked and sucked gently, bathing the soft flesh
with long, slow swipes of my tongue.  I was lost in the delights of
pleasuring Adam between his legs.  This was as close to paradise as I would
ever come and as the soft moans of Adam drifted through my ears, I just
knew I could stay here licking him for hours.  I was wrong.

   "Flip him over and work his hole" I heard.  I looked over, now
remembering that we were being filmed.  I frowned at the prying eye of my
father, Mr.  Movie Producer, who apparently didn't appreciate the
tenderness of the moment like I had.  All he wanted was for me to munch a
turd.  Turning Adam over, I used my hands shift Adam's bottom a little
higher, then pried open the two mounds of flesh.  There it was.  A tight
little swirl of skin right in the middle.  A squeaky clean (for once)
circle of pinkness that would soon blossom, delivering a now hidden package
that I would be eating.  A gift that I had both longed for and yet dreaded.
A natural delivery to a very unnatural receptacle.  This is where the two
came together.  This had become my naturally unnatural life.

   "Sniff it a little for the camera first" came the direction from my dad.
Leaning forward, I did just that, running my nose along the length of
Adam's crack before settling it right on the pink button.  Adam giggled and
shifted his hips as I ran the tip of my nose in circles and sniffed. 
Sniffing and rooting at the pinkness, I did catch just the slightest poopy
smell, nothing overwhelming, and mostly when the tip of my nose was pressed
tight against the little opening.  I giggled myself at the purposefully
loud snorting sounds I had created for the benefit of "the camera".

   Then I began my licking.  Up and down the jiggly mounds, back and forth
across the upper and lower regions of his bottom, I took my time, slowly
working my mouth to the center.  When I finally got there, I teased the
little hole, running the tip of my tongue in circles around the little
rosebud before stabbing at the center like a little spear.  Adam was still
squirming in delight as my wet probe jabbed at his hole, "ooohing" and
"ahhing" as he did so.

   Then, after the fifth or sixth stab with my tongue, something surprising
happened.  The little hole popped open.  Now I had seen Adam's hole open
before, back when Devin had been "buttfucking" him regularly.  But it had
closed up since then.  Besides, this was a little different.  It didn't
quite seem the same.  And as I lay there contemplating this new discovery,
still jabbing at the little hole with my tongue, Adam spoke out.  "I think
I hafta poopy" he said very quietly.

   "What did you say?" I heard my dad ask.  "I think I hafta poopy" Adam
repeated.  "Alright!" dad replied, a little to excited for my liking, "The
moment we've been waiting for.  Say it again a little louder honey so the
camera can get it".  "I think I have to take a poopy" Adam said again, this
time much louder.  "OK, now Bryce, tell him to shit in your mouth, tell him
you wanna eat it, and try to sound convincing" said Mr.  Movie Man.  "You
can poop in my mouth.  I will eat it for you" I said, trying to sound
convincing, but feeling stupid instead.  "Say it again and act excited" dad
instructed.

   Rolling my eyes, I peered around Adam's butt.  He was looking back at
me, with a bit of a guilty look on his face.  He looked so sweet, even at
this very awkward moment.  He smiled and I melted.  "Go ahead sweetie," I
said "you can poop in my mouth.  I want it.  I really do." And turning back
to those sweet soft butt cheeks, I knew I really meant it.  I wanted Adam's
turd.  I wanted him to poop it right into my mouth and camera or not, I was
gonna eat it and I was gonna like it.

   Spreading his butt cheeks again, I watched the little hole pop open
again just a tiny bit.  Leaning in, I pushed my tongue at the opening and
began stabbing back inside.  The more I jabbed, the bigger the opening
became.  And then I hit it.  There, less than an inch inside, something
firm was blocking my tongue.  There it was.  Adam's poopy.  Resting just
inside his butthole and ready for a short journey into my mouth, down my
throat and into my stomach, where eventually it would make its way out of
my butthole, mixed with my poopy.  This wasn't a little chunk in his
underpants, this was the real thing.  And as I pushed my tongue harder
against the little blockage, it shifted a little deeper back inside.

   Pulling back a bit, but still holding his butt cheeks open, I instructed
Adam to "Push just a little".  I could feel his butt muscles tighten in my
hands as he flexed and when he did so, his little pink hole started to
spread and a brown mass appeared at the opening.  Leaning in, I licked
right across the rounded end and when I did so, Adam grunted and it slid
back inside.  The taste was very slight.  A little bitter but not much
more. There was, of course, an odor, but I hardly noticed it as all of my
attention was on the butthole and the turd inside.

   Adam shifted his hips a little and pushed again.  This time more of the
poopy actually slid out.  It was a medium brown color, mostly smooth, and
about as big around as a quarter.  Maybe an inch or so was sticking out and
I figured that would be an easy start.  I turned my head towards my dad and
asked "Are you ready?" He was so entranced that all he could do was nod his
head.  Turning back to Adam's butt, I leaned in, ran my tongue all around
the base of the turd, then opened my mouth, pushed down over the brown log,
and bit down.

   "OH", I heard Adam cry out just as my dad muttered "Oh man" and panned
the camera back so it was facing me.  I had leaned back onto my pillow, the
little piece of poopy inside my mouth, and closed my eyes.  I could feel
the firm, mostly dry lump resting between my tongue and the roof of my
mouth.  "Open your mouth" dad instructed and I did so, my eyes still
closed. After a few seconds, he then said "Ok, now eat it".

   I closed my mouth and could feel the lump start to soften as it mixed
with my saliva.  The taste was still mostly unremarkable, no where near the
grossness of Matt Jarkot's nastiness.  And as I said, it wasn't really that
big a piece so when I actually started to chew, it was just a couple bites
before I was done and swallowed.  Swirling my tongue around my mouth, I
collected up the wayward chunks that collected behind my teeth and
swallowed again.

   I was actually proud that I had pulled it off and without even gagging!
Which would explain why I was smiling when I opened my eyes to the sight of
the camera, still pointed at my face.  I opened my mouth, just as I
recalled "Butch" had done, so the prying eye could confirm my
accomplishment.  "Good" dad said as he kept the camera pointed at my face,
"Now let's finish up the rest like we discussed".  Oh yeah, I thought to
myself, there's more.  I had been so caught up in the glory of my "victory"
that I forgot that there was still more to go.  And "like we discussed" was
going to be a little different.

   Before we got started with the filming, dad had explained that the first
bite would be a small "sample" of the event.  After I finished that, I had
to reposition myself so that my mouth was open, an inch or two from Adam's
butthole, so that the camera would actually film the poop going from his
butt and into my mouth.  I wasn't really happy about that.  In my mind, it
was going to be like the "Butch" movie or even like when Matt crapped in my
mouth, when my mouth was pressed against the hole.  This seemed a little
sicker, actually watching the turd come out and plop into my mouth.  But
dad wouldn't budge, so here we were.

   Adam was still laying on my chest, very passive, when I pulled his
buttcheeks back apart.  There was a smudge of brown right at the center of
his hole and I gave it a lick, which I think startled him a little because
he jerked a bit and said "uh".  I pulled up on his butt a little so that
his hips raised a couple inches and elevated his hole above my mouth.  This
would make it easier for the turd to fall into its new home.  I then opened
my mouth and waited.

   "You forgot your line" my dad announced.  My line?  Oh yeah, my stupid
movie "line" that he had insisted on.  "Oh that was yummy" I sputtered out
"Can you give me the rest now so I can finish it?  Push down really hard
and don't stop til its all in my mouth." "OK" Adam replied, just as his
little hips shifted and I could see that he was bearing down with his butt
muscles.  I opened my mouth again and watched as the pink ring once again
began to expand.

   The brown mass bean to emerge, this time a jagged edge appearing first,
evidence of my earlier bite still clearly visible.  I was breathing through
my nose more and the poop smell was much more noticeable, although not
overpowering, considering the poop was emerging right in front of my
nostrils.  It was creeping along and I had to adjust my mouth just a little
as the log started to bend down.  The tip of the turd hit my upper lip just
as Adam gave a grunt and one last push and the entire mass, about four
inches long, cleared his butthole and slid right down in my mouth.

   I let go of Adam's buttcheeks as his hips collapsed on my chest.  There
was no need to display an open mouth for the camera this time as it had
already captured the wicked exchange.  So I closed my mouth and started
chewing.  Since there was much more, it took more than a few quick bites
and it seemed to have a much stronger taste.  Still bitter, but a hard to
describe flavor.  Not overwhelming, but much more prevalent than the
earlier bite.  Still, I was able to chew, and swallow (several times)
without gagging or retching.  And by the time that I opened my mouth for
the camera again, Adam's poopy was deep inside me and the only thing left
was maybe some mushy evidence stuck between my teeth.

   The movie finished up with me taking long licks across Adam's butthole,
lapping up the last remnants of brown clump that was smeared around his
butt opening.  After that I locked my lips against the freshly voided
opening and sucked, then tongued, the soft flesh.  Pushing my tongue
inside, there was nothing more than the squishy tube of his butt canal,
proof that I had completed my task.  I had eaten a full turd right from
Adam's butt.  And as my dad turned off the camera and left the room, Adam
and I fell asleep together, laying right there in the very same position.

   The End.
Epilogue:
The story ends here but in actuality this was more of a beginning.  I
never saw the finished movie, never even had a desire to see it.  But it
did make a lot of money for dad and Barb.  So much so that Adam and I
"starred" in ten more movies together over the next two years.  They were
mostly "normal" sex movies, Adam and I engaged in more kissing, licking and
sucking than anything else.  I did drink his pee on camera a couple of

times, and he drank mine as well.

   There was only one other movie that had poop in it and it was one day
when Adam and I had been playing outside together and he accidentally
pooped his pants.  When we went back inside to change his underwear, dad
decided we could "shoot some film".  I didn't actually have to eat the turd
that day, I just had to squish it in my hands and use it to "jack off"
while I ate the cakey leftovers from between Adam's buttcheeks.

   I refused the many demands of my father that I "buttfuck" Adam for the
camera.  I just couldn't bring myself to do that.  Of course that didn't
stop my dad from bringing in another boy to do the buttfucking.  His name
was Greg and I'm not sure how my dad found him, but he showed up at the
house one day and the three of us made a movie together.  The "highlight"
was Greg, who was 12 years old at the time, screwing little Adam in the
butt.  I used my mouth on Adam beforehand to help loosen him up, and
afterwards I soothed his bottom with my tongue, getting a mouthful of
Greg's "cum" in the process.  After that I never saw Greg again.

   I had my first wet "cum" in Adam's mouth.  I'm not sure who was more
surprised, him or me, but he drank it down then and each time after that
and never complained.  He and Barb had moved in with us shortly after the
first movie and so we became like brothers.  Only closer I think because
even when the camera wasn't around we liked to spend our time being
intimate with each other.  We shared the same bed so our nighttimes were
spent cuddling in each others arms, kissing, licking and sucking each
other. I never grew tired of using my mouth to clean Adam's butthole, no
matter how dirty it was.  And yes, I did take two more loads from that hole
over time (this time without a camera and when we could enjoy it more).

   With Barb in the house, my nighttime sessions with dad stopped.  The
only time anything happened between us was when Barb and Adam went away for
a weekend to visit her mom.  The second night, dad climbed into my bed and
"buttfucked" me.  He was really rough and lasted a long time, but that was
the only time anything happened.

   Things with Devin went on for about six months or so until he too moved
away.  That boy did like getting sucked and wasn't shy about asking for it.
I only licked his butthole one other time and that was when he was spending
the night at my house.  Dad and Barb were out for the evening and Devin
actually took a shower and scrubbed himself really well.  I decided to give
in to his repeated requests only because Adam had agreed to suck Devin
while I was licking him.  I thought it was kinda neat that Adam and I were
just inches away from each other, each sucking and slurping away on Devin,
who was in heaven as he squirmed and moaned.  When he squirted his "baby
juice", he did it all over Adam's face, and afterwards I licked it up for
him and we ended it with a nice, long kiss, Devin's "cum" mixed together
with our saliva.

   I never saw Dima or Sasha again, but did run into Matt Jarkot about a
year later when his father came to see my dad and Matt was tagging along.
Adam was gone from the house at the time and it was really awkward as Matt
and I sat on my bed talking.  He did apologize for treating me so badly
that time, and he seemed really sincere.  Which I guess explains why I
agreed to suck him when he asked very politely if I would do so.  He
shucked his shorts and underwear and lay down on the bed.

   He orgasmed fairly quickly and as I was swallowing down his "cum",
laying between his legs, he shifted one leg a little and it opened up his
buttcheeks.  Oh my gosh!  His butthole popped open right before my eyes. 
Instead of a tightly closed ring, there was an opening back there the size
of a nickel.  I gasped when I saw it and Matt must have realized what I was
looking at because he quickly lowered his leg and his face turned beet red.
"Dad takes turns" he muttered.  "One night it's me, the next night it's
Oscar".  Holy cow, I thought.  I remember how big Mr.  Jarkot was down
there.  No wonder his butthole was so large.

   The second summer after the movie, my dad "rented" me out again.  This
time it was to a very wealthy man from Asia and it was for two months.  He
had a three year old son and he wanted someone to "orally pleasure" the
little boy.  Unfortunately for me, the kid wasn't potty trained and the
"oral pleasure" included cleaning him up each time he needed a change. 
That wasn't as bad as what they did to me my second day there.  Something
that remains beyond my comprehension.  An act so vile, so life altering,
that even all of the unnaturalness in my short life to date couldn't
prepare me for it.

   Author's note: But that is another story, maybe for another day.  I
haven't had much feedback on this story so far, so I'm not even sure if
anyone would be interested in hearing about any of these other exploits,
either with Adam, Greg or the summer trip to hell and back.  If you are
interested, shoot me an email and give me some feedback.  What did you
like? Dislike?  What might you like to see added to a future story? 
brycewriter@gmail.com