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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.
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   Bryce's Unnatural Life Chapter 10

   Like the ride to the cabin had been, the ride home with my dad was in
complete silence.  I refused to even look at him and sat in the back seat
and didn't even say "hello" when he pulled up to get me.  I just got in,
closed my eyes and amused myself with the thoughts of Matt's recent
torment. As we drove along, I could still hear Matt's screams in my mind.
He turned out to be not such a tough guy after all, as his high pitched
shrieks revealed.  Mr.  Jarkot kept at it for what seemed like at least 20
minutes or better and Matt begged and screamed the entire time.  Man how I
wished I could have watched him being split open by his father.  To have
seen his legs twisting beneath his father's body, his dad's groin slapping
against those two plump mounds of flesh that had caused me such torment. 
Just to see the twisted look of pain on his face as he screamed helplessly
while being hammered again and again would have almost made up for
everything I had put up with the past few days.

   But instead I had to be content to listen from the next room.  Oscar,
once the initial shock wore off, actually became quite amused listening to
Matt's screams.  Once he finished peeing, he scooted forward a bit on the
couch, lifted his legs and directed me to lick his butthole while he
giggled each time Matt screamed.  "Don't worry" he said, "I won't poop,
there's no way I'm gonna be next".  So I licked and sucked at the tight
ring while he moaned, grunted, and uttered an occasional "Oh man" when Matt
let loose with a particularly loud shriek.

   Apparently the combination of my tongue and the sounds of the continued
torment from the next room gave Oscar a bit of pleasure and his peepee very
quickly stiffened.  After around five minutes of my tongue on his hole, he
got up, bent me over the end of the couch and mounted me from behind, much
like Matt was no doubt being used behind the closed door.  And at around
the same time Oscar pumped his way to a grunting finish and I felt his
wetness spreading inside me, the racket from the bedroom finally died down.
Oscar had stopped thrusting and was laying tight against my back, panting
against my ear.  I strained to hear if there were any noises coming from
the room, wondering if the sudden silence meant that Matt was feeling a
similar wetness deep, very deep in fact, spreading inside him, just like
Oscar's was spreading in me.

   As Oscar pulled out and sat back down, I thought about going to the
bathroom to clean myself up, but was hesitant to leave, afraid I might miss
something.  My choice was made for me when Oscar leaned back, spread his
legs and said "You got shit on my dick, lick it off".  I looked down and,
sure enough, his now shriveled peepee had brown streaks all over it.  Darn.
My suspicions of the day before had been realized.  I guess since I hadn't
taken a crap in 2 days, I was needing a trip to the bathroom.  I dropped to
my knees and put my face between his legs.  It sure smelled like poop, but
not nearly as bad as Matt's had been.  It also wasn't entirely poop, more
of a mixture of brown wetness that I assumed was mostly Oscar's "cum".  I
grabbed the limp peepee and took it into my mouth, sucking the not so tasty
residue down and making quick work of my cleaning task.

   Just as I lifted my face from his groin, the bedroom door opened. 
Sitting back on my heels, Oscar and I both watched as a very teary eyed
Matt slowly limped from the bedroom.  He walked very slowly across the
room, sniffling with each step and never acknowledged either one of us.  As
he shuffled past us, his left hand tightly gripping his clenched butt
cheeks, I turned and watched him walk to the bathroom.  There was a long
glob of pink, gooey liquid running down the inside of his right leg.  I
guess I should have felt sorry for him, but I didn't.  I couldn't.  He
deserved every last bit of it and more.  When he got to the bathroom, he
quickly entered and closed the door.  It was the last time I saw him that
day.

   Mr.  Jarkot exited a few minutes later, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
He had my clothes in his hands and asked if I wanted to take a shower in
his bathroom before my dad arrived.  I thanked him, and headed for the
bathroom just as Mr.  Jarkot started asking Oscar "You sure you don't want
to feed him a brownie?" laughing loudly as he did so.  "Not me" Oscar
replied very quickly.  I ducked into the bathroom and took a much needed
dump, expelling Oscar"s "cum" in the process.  After my shower I collected
my things and within a few minutes, my dad was arriving.  I was never so
glad to be leaving someplace in my entire life.

   It was getting to dusk as we pulled into the driveway and dad uttered
his first words.  "I'm going on a date tonight and you have to babysit her
son, so don't make any plans".  That was it.  No words of appreciation for
the cruelty I had suffered so he could make a few bucks.  No "Hope you're
ok" or anything like that, just a babysitting job so he could go out with
some bimbo.  Oh well, back to "normal" I guess.  And since I knew Devin's
family was away on vacation and I wouldn't be able to see him, at least
there would be someone to keep me company.  I just hoped it wasn't a little
brat.

   About 20 minutes later the doorbell rang.  Dad was in the shower so I
went to the livingroom to answer it.  I was shocked.  No, I was beyond
shocked at the sight of my father's "date" and her son.  At first I figured
my eyes were playing tricks on me and I almost slammed the door closed. 
Never in a million years could I have imagined such good fortune.  My dad
was going on a date with Adam's mom!

   I stood at the door with my jaw hanging open for a moment or two before
Adam's mom, who later asked me to call her Barb, said "Hi, you must be
Bryce.  Adam told me you were such a good friend of he and Devin".  "Oh,
yes ma'am, please come in" I responded, finally gathering my wits.  "Hi
Bryce" Adam peeped "You gonna babysit me?" I smiled wide.  I almost forgot.
I was babysitting!  And it was my sweet little Adam!  Today was turning out
to at least end on a good note.  "I sure am" I replied as we gathered in
the living room, waiting for my dad.

   "Barb" wasn't much different than most of the other bimbos my dad had
dated in the past.  Cheap perfume and skimpy clothes, no wonder she was
content to dump her son at his cousin's house all weekend.  And while she
waited for my dad, she made it clear that they would be out "really late"
and asked if I minded if Adam spent the night.  "Oh, Adam can stay as long
as he wants" I assured her, "He is really good when we are together".  That
said, dad appeared, cautioned me about staying up too late, and they were
off.

   Adam and I were now alone, sitting in the couch together.  He looked
super cute wearing a green t-shirt, blue gym style pull-up shorts, white
socks and black tennis shoes.  Without provocation, he leaned over and gave
me a big hug, and I buried my face in his long, thick, wavy brown hair,
which smelled of strawberry shampoo.  He hugged me tight and held on.  I
grabbed his back with one hand, his bottom with the other and squeezed
right back.  It was the first time in days that I actually felt safe. 
Finally delivered from having been rented out by my own father.  Safe from
being pushed to my knees, or bent over at the whim of another.  Safe from
the disgusting toileting acts of two demented jerks.  And then I started to
cry.

   And cry I did, sobbing non-stop for the next ten full minutes, keeping
Adam firmly in my grip, desperately relieved that my ordeal was over, yet
deliriously happy that Adam was in my arms.  Adam never said a word the
entire time, just held me as I let the tears flow.  And when I finally
stopped, when I could just cry no more, he pulled back just a bit, looked
in my eyes and asked "Are you okay?" I took a very deep breath, grabbed his
sweet face in my hands and said "I am now.  Now that I am with you.  I have
been thinking about you a lot and am so happy you are here.  I can't
believe how lucky I am that you get to spend the night." Adam smiled a big
smile and said "Well don't be sad, ok?" "OK' I responded, "and I am hungry,
so let's get something to eat".

   And that was the beginning of one of the most memorable, pleasurable
nights of my young life.  After dinner, we went to my bed, where I stripped
myself, then Adam, giving him an "oral massage" the entire time.  First
removing his shoes and socks and licking and sucking his cute little feet,
bathing his sweet piggy toes with my tongue as they wiggled in my mouth. 
Then off came his shirt and I sucked each of his pointy little nipples, the
creamy soft flesh of his underarms, and the snow white folds of flesh
around his neck.  He giggled and squirmed as I swirled my tongue around the
inner folds of his ears and was laughing so hard as I licked across his
face and nose that he actually had a spittle of drool leaking from his
mouth.

   Extending my tongue, I licked up the wayward slobber and before I even
realized it, we were kissing.  And it wasn't a "peck on the cheek" kiss
either.  It was a hard, lips pressed together kiss that I had never
experienced in my entire life.  And just as I was hoping the moment would
never end, Adam opened his mouth and slipped his tongue between my lips. 
Holy macanoley!  To this day I have no idea who taught Adam that trick, but
I was in heaven.  The feel of that sweet, moist probe sliding into my mouth
gave me tingles right down to my toes.  And, being ignorant at the time
about "French" kissing, I did what I knew best.  I sucked.  I sucked on
that wet, slippery tongue, gulping down gobs of Adam's abundant slobber as
he continued swirling it around inside my mouth.

   When we finally broke apart, both of us now gasping for breath (and Adam
no doubt without any saliva left in his mouth) I smiled, kissed Adam on his
nose and gently laid him down on the bed.  Grabbing the bottom cuff of each
of the legs of his shorts, I pulled them down to expose his tight fitting
batman underwear.  Pushing my face into his groin, I inhaled deeply.  Now,
the fresh shampoo smell in Adams hair, and his freshly scrubbed body that I
had noted, were no doubt the result of either a bath or shower just before
he came over.  However, like most five year olds, I assumed, having been
five before myself, Adam must have grabbed the same undies he had on before
the shower because these did not smell like freshly laundered underwear. 
They smelled like pee.  Dried stale Adam pee.  And I loved it!

   I rubbed my face back and forth across his wonderfully smelly underwear,
licking at the cotton and sucking on the little lump of stiffness laying
within.  Back and forth my face went across the wonderfully fragranced
undergarment of this little angel, my nose alive with the sweet smelling
aroma.  Adam laid there peacefully as I finished his groin area, parted his
legs, lifted his hips, and ran my nose right into the tight crease of
material that ran between his soft butt cheeks.  And then there was that
other smell.  His butt.  His poopy skidmark smells.  Not the nasty stink
that had come from Matt and Oscar's butthole, but the delicious smell of
Adam.  Little Adam.  My Adam, right here, in my bed.  And there could be
nothing foul, nothing nasty, nothing less than complete perfection that
could ever come from him.

   That being said probably makes it easier to understand how things
happened along that night.  How I spent hour after hour using my mouth to
pleasure Adam.  Sucking his little stiffness as he shook and cried out in
delight, time and again.  Licking the soft flesh of his milky white groin
and wrinkled ballsack while he cooed softly.  Then hoisting him onto my
chest, licking, slurping and sucking at his tiny little butthole as he
gasped and wiggled his hips.  And, it would explain why, as my mouth was
glued to his hole, my tongue wiggling inside the squishy little tube, I
secretly wished it had been Adam, sweet little Adam, not Matt, who had
pooped in my mouth.

   As we lay there resting in between my trips between his skinny legs,
Adam and I talked.  He told me about his father (who lived in another state
and who Adam could only vaguely recall) and I told him about my mom.  He
told me about how Devin had first "screwed" him, unceremoniously mounting
him while he slept over one night, and I explained how Devin had "tricked"
me into letting him "buttfuck" me (leaving out the part about what my dad
used to do) and we laughed about my shocking surprise as Devin stuck his
peepee in my hole instead of between my cheeks.

   We also kissed some more, less passionately than before, but just as
electrifying for me, and it was during one of those spit swapping sessions
that Adam fell asleep in my arms.  I was still too wired to sleep and so I
laid there holding him and thinking, the sounds of Adams deep breathing
very soothing to me.  I felt so lucky to have him here, yet so used and
confused as to why my dad had let those horrible things happen to me.  So
confusing, such conflicting thoughts those unnatural things created in my
young brain.

   Just as I was about to get up and get us some underwear (sure didn't
need Barb poking her head in and seeing her little boy wrapped up with
another kid all naked and stuff) I felt something wet, some little trickle
of moisture against my stomach, which was pressed against Adam's groin. 
Shoot.  I forget that Adam was a wetter.  Even after having sniffed and
licked his piss flavored underpants for fifteen minutes earlier that
evening, I'm not really sure how I had forgotten, but I had.

   Without even thinking, I pulled back, bent down and took his soft little
peepee, which indeed was releasing a little trickle of pee, into my mouth.
Adam never stirred, had no idea he was releasing his urine into my mouth,
but he did.  Not a substantial quantity, just about a mouthful before the
flow stopped.  I swished the warm, almost tasteless liquid around in my
mouth and swallowed.  Releasing his peepee, I licked the drips of moisture
that I hadn't caught from his groin and upper legs, lovingly, gently
licking the wetness from every crease and fold.

   When I finished, I got up from the bed and went searching for first
mine, then Adam's underwear.  When I finally found his on the floor next to
the nightstand, I brought them to the bed and lifted Adam's legs, preparing
to put them on (as much as I hated for the night to be over).  It was then
I noticed, there in the bottom of the inside of his underwear was a
skidmark.  A cute little strip that had brought pleasure to my nostrils
when I had been sniffing him back there.  But I was looking at it from the
inside now.  And now I could see that this wasn't just a streak, there was
a little more.  A little clump of poop, half the size of one of my
fingernails, stuck to the soft cotton material.

   Now you are probably going to think I lost my mind, being turned on by a
little clump of wayward poopy, parked in the underpants of a five year old
boy who was laying, still naked, in my bed.  Especially since twelve hours
before I was revolted as I had watched Butch devour a "brownie" and then
found myself with my own mouth affixed to Matt's butthole while he filled
me with his nastiness.  But this wasn't Jimmy's turd.  And it darn sure
wasn't Matt's either.  It was Adam's.  And do you remember at the very
beginning of my story when I talked about how, in a little boy's mind,
being subjected to these unnatural acts sometimes makes them seem normal?
Well this was one of those moments.

   I wanted that little piece of poopy.  Heck, I wanted an entire loaf, but
would settle for this little present that Adam had unknowingly delivered to
me.  So I gently scraped at it with my fingernail, just prying it loose
from the fabric it was squished against.  I pressed my face close, lapped
at it one time with my tongue to moisten it slightly, then scraped the
little morsel with my upper teeth, allowing it to fall onto my tongue.

   I wish I could say my mouth came alive with a burst of wonderful
flavors. Heck, I wish I could say I tasted much at all.  I didn't.  As it
melted on my tongue, I sucked ever so gently waiting for an explosion of
delight.  Unfortunately, I was able to taste only the slightest hint of
bitter flavor, ever so mild.  Either Adam's poop was tasteless (it wasn't,
heck I had licked his leftover poop streaks from his butt weeks before so I
knew better) or the piece I pried from his underwear had lost it's taste
from sitting there so long.  Either way, I was a little disappointed.  And
as I lifted his legs once again to slide his underwear on, I hoped that
someday I would have a chance to taste something fresher.  Something
straight from Adam.  Adam's sweet, right from the oven "brownie".  And that
one, I promised myself, I wouldn't be spitting out.

   When I woke up the next morning, I was staring straight into the smiling
face of Adam.  "It's about time, sleepy head" he said, laughing.  I pulled
his body next to mine and began tickling his ribs, sticking my face into
his soft hair and breathing in the delicious smells of this wriggling boy.
Settling down, he snuggled in close as I cupped his little butt cheeks in
my hands.  Adam put his lips to mine and we shared an early morning kiss,
his tongue slipping between my lips and wiggling in my mouth.

   I really wanted to use my tongue on him, between his legs, to taste his
fresh morning flavors.  But I was a little worried we might get discovered,
so we eventually hopped out of bed in search of breakfast.  Dad's door was
closed so I assumed Barb had spent the night.  I giggled to myself at the
thought that maybe she had gotten the mouthful of "cum" that I no doubt
would have been swallowing had she and my dad not gone out on a date.

   As we sat eating cereal, chatting about stupid kid stuff, I found myself
fixated on Adam.  Darn was he cute, slurping up his milk from the bowl,
wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.  And his gorgeous smile and that
thick, beautiful, wavy brown hair.  Even when he farted in his chair,
giggling as he did so, I had to resist the urge to bend down and stick my
nose between his legs, just to get a whiff of him.

   After breakfast we went to my bedroom to get dressed.  I couldn't resist
a quickie suck job, so I closed the door, slid his underpants down and,
getting on my knees in front of him, pulled his groin into my face.  I made
quick work of it, still fearful that dad or Barb might be waking up at any
moment.  Taking his peepee and balls into my mouth all at the same time, I
did a power suck and pretty quickly Adam was squealing his orgasm. 
Afterwards I spun him around, licked his rear opening for a few seconds (no
flavors, darn it!) and we got dressed.

   Dad came out a few minutes later and started the coffee.  Barb also
appeared within a few minutes and they were soon eating their own
breakfast. I listened in from the livingroom as they made plans for another
date the next week.  Woo hoo!  Hopefully I could babysit Adam again.  Life
sure was looking up.  Isn't it amazing how quickly it can change for the
better?  Unfortunately, I would soon find out how quickly it can also
change for the worse.
   End of part 10.  To be continued.