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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 12

   Cute Sasha turned out to be a fantastic kisser with those full bubblegum
colored lips and a wickedly agile tongue that he swirled around inside my
mouth as we swapped salvia, rolling around the big bed.  I ran my hands
through his close cropped brown hair as I gazed into his sparkly eyes,
which seemed so emotionless, almost as if he was on auto-pilot.  Auto pilot
or not, even though he was only seven years old, he was definitely far more
experienced in sex stuff than me.  And when he switched us around so we
were facing opposite directions, my mouth at his peepee and his at mine,
that agile tongue of his expertly licked and slurped and swiped and sucked
between my legs turning me into jello.

   I had to keep reminding myself to suck on the stiff peg in my mouth as
wave after wave of the most intense pleasure consumed me.  Just when I
thought it could feel no better, Sasha worked his mouth a little different
and my toes would curl as another orgasm washed over me.  I am certain that
I had more orgasms in fifteen minutes inside Sasha's mouth then all the
rest of them in my entire life so far combined.  He didn't just suck my
peepee, he rolled his tongue around the head, licking and tickling the
sensitive pee slit.  When he worked my ballsack, he actually took little
nips with his teeth, just enough to provide incredible stimulation that
seemed to vibrate to my fingertips.  And when he sucked the sensitive flesh
of my groin, it was like a warm, wet vacuum.

   When Sasha rolled us around so I was on top, he scooted me down just a
bit and spread my legs so they fell on both sides of his head.  I didn't
have to look back to know that he was now staring right between my butt
cheeks.  "Click, click, click" went the camera, a subtle reminder that our
performance was being filmed.  When I felt his hot breath blowing against
my exposed hole, I gasped.  When I felt his wet tongue swipe across the
little opening, I shuddered.  When he locked his mouth to that, my most
private of spots, and began licking and sucking on my hole, I cried out.

   Before that very moment, my butthole had served only two purposes.  The
first was a mechanism by which I could expel my body waste.  I had been
doing that my entire life, first into a diaper, then as I got older,
directly into a toilet (with one or two accidents in my pants along the
way).  In fact, up until the point that Devin first crammed his peepee
inside my hole, I had no earthly idea that it could even be used for
anything other than pooping.  Since that very startling occasion in which
Devin took an unexpected trip inside me, my hole had become multi-use.  I
still crapped out of it, but now others were stuffing themselves inside it
from time to time for THEIR pleasure, not mine.

   But now, this was a whole new use for my smelly spot.  Now I understood
why Matt went bonkers over having my tongue inside him.  This was pleasure
beyond even getting my peepee sucked and as Sasha's tongue snaked inside
me, swirling it's delicate tip around the folds of the inside of my butt
chute, I completely abandoned my oral service to his peepee.  I could
hardly even breathe as my back started to hunch, my eyes closed tight and
my arms, which I was using to hold myself up, began shaking.

   "Oh, please, oh, oh, OH" I cried out as the slurping and sucking noises
of a boy licking a butthole rang out obscenely.  "Oh shit" Mr.  Frish cried
out himself.  I turned and saw that he was no longer holding the camera,
but was instead sliding his hand back and forth on his own peepee as he
watched his youngest son burying his tongue inside my poop passage.  "Oh
shit" he repeated as he leaned forward and his peepee began quaking spurts
of "cum", splashing across my upper but cheeks.  I could feel the warm
spatters as they landed on my butt mounds and began their slimy decent
right down the inside of my crack, right into the slurping mouth that was
still licking away at my butthole.

   "Mmm" I heard from Sasha as the licking and sucking sounds slowly
evolved into a wet slurping noise as his father's fresh "baby juice" pooled
down to the little butt muncher's lips.  That pushed me over the edge once
again and I crashed face down between Sash'a legs as my arms gave out and
my entire body stiffened in a spine tingling orgasm that had me seeing
stars.  I screamed like a girl.

   I remember the stars, and I remember everything going black, then for
just the briefest of moments, everything seemed a blur.  One moment I was
screaming in ecstasy, and then the next I was face down, breathing very
hard and could hear Mr.  Frish talking to Sasha in their foreign language.
By now Sasha has removed his tongue from my butthole and was gently licking
away the rest of his father's "cum" from my butt cheeks.  As he finished,
Mr.  Frish looked down at me and asked "Are you OK?" I nodded, then turned,
shifted myself around so I was now laying face to face with the boy who had
brought me such incredible pleasure.  "Thank you so much" I said to Sasha
before kissing him on his bubblegum lips.

   Mr.  Frish gave us some soda and we relaxed a bit before my dad finally
returned with Dima, who was looking quite worn out.  "Bryce was wonderful"
Mr.  Frish told my dad before asking if everything had gone well with Dima.
"Oh yes" my dad responded, "I gave Dima three nice loads and he was
incredible".  "Very good" Mr.  Frish said "and you plugged him afterwards?"
"Just like you asked" dad replied.  Plugged him?  What in the world was
that?  I wasn't sure at that moment but would find out quick enough.

   Mr.  Frish began speaking to Dima and Sasha in their language and Sasha
quickly jumped off the couch and went and sat in one of the livingroom
chairs, leaning forward.  Dima gingerly walked over to the chair, slid off
his shorts and underwear and presented his butt to his little brother, who
giggled as Dima bent over.  I soon saw why he was laughing as Mr.  Frish
walked over and started pulling at something in between Dima's butt cheeks.
The angle I was at prevented me from seeing the actual extraction, but when
Mr.  Frish's hand pulled free of his son, I could see that he was holding a
black rubber device, that indeed looked like a "plug".  It was flat on the
bottom and had a short, tubular end that I assumed had been shoved inside
Dim'a butthole.

   Sasha giggled again, but his emotional display was short lived.  He
stopped smiling when his father presented the rubber device to Sash's lips
and shoved it in his mouth.  Again, I am no rocket scientist, but my
stomach did a little twist when I realized that the rubber thing had been
crammed inside Dima's butt and was no doubt coated with not just Dima's
butt residue, but also my father's "cum" that had been squirted in there.
Sasha was now sucking on the "plug" like a baby sucks a pacifier. 
Thankfully (or so I thought at the moment) his father pulled the "plug" out
of Sasha's mouth pretty quickly, then tossed it on the floor.

   What happened next I guess I should have expected, after all there was
Dima still bent over, his butt cheeks right next to Sasha's face, but it
didn't fully register right away.  In fact, because of where I was sitting,
it didn't quite click until after Sasha's face disappeared behind Dima and
I shifted myself to the other end of the couch.  Dima was holding his butt
cheeks open with both hands and Sasha had pushed his mouth to Dima's butt
hole and was sucking away.

   "I gave Dima three nice loads" I recalled my father saying.  Wow.  Three
loads of "cum" had been pumped into Dima's butthole and three loads of
"cum" were now being sucked out of that butthole and into Sasha's mouth. 
That seemed incredibly gross to me.  Sure, I had swallowed "cum" before,
and yes I had licked a butthole, even had a load of poop pushed into my
mouth.  But mixing the both of them together seemed somehow sicker than
just one or the other.

   Sasha was quite the trooper, no doubt he had done this before.  With
nary a complaint he sucked and licked and slurped the runny sauce out of
his brother's butt.  I felt so bad to be watching him do all the work that
after the first minute, I walked over and knelt in front of Dima.  His
peepee had stiffened from the pleasures his brother's mouth was no doubt
giving his backside and the bright red head was poking out of the tip of
the extra skin.  Dima cried out as I leaned in under him and took the
stiffness into my mouth and began sucking, mere inches away from the
slurping and licking taking place on the other side of Dima's body.

   "Wow" I heard my father say just as Dima cried out once again and I felt
a burst of salty sweetness squirt to the back of my mouth.  Sasha was still
slurping away and I swallowed down that first blast just as two more jets
of "cum" erupted into my mouth.  Dima cried out one final time as the last
dribbles of his orgasm pooled onto my tongue.  And just as I pulled my
mouth away, he released his own buttcheeks and fell forward onto his hands
and knees.  I was now face to face with a smiling Sasha, so I leaned
forward and kissed those beautiful full lips, slipping my tongue into his
mouth, my own saliva mixed with the remnants of his older brother's "cum".

   "Wow" I heard my father say again as Sasha and I swished the runny juice
back and forth, before we finally separated and swallowed.  That was really
a magical moment for me.  Just like the special feelings I had when Adam
and I were alone, truly loving each other, this intimate moment with Sasha
was really pleasurable for me.  I didn't feel like I was being used, just
loved.  And I wished at that moment that it could always feel that way.  Of
course, it didn't.  My father had to fuck it up.

   "Damn that was hot" I heard him say before he abruptly grabbed me by my
underarms and hauled me to my feet.  "Can we use your bedroom?" he asked
Mr. Frish, not even bothering to wait for an answer as he drug me into the
room and closed the door.  It had all happened so fast, so suddenly that I
felt like I was in shock.  How had something so sweet turned into this
frantic, blurry moment so quick I thought as dad pushed me on the bed and
quickly unbuttoned his pants, pushing them and his underwear to the floor.

   He grabbed the tube of "K Y" sitting on the nightstand and squirted in
onto his peepee, which was stiff as a board.  "Dad" I said "What..." "Shut
up and lay down" he ordered as he pushed on my back and climbed on the bed
behind me.  "Dad" I started again but was cut short by his next sentence.
"Listen" he said as he manipulated his peepee between my butt cheeks with
his one hand as the other pushed down on my back "you are getting fucked,
whether you like it or not.  If you want to scream and fuss so that
everyone out there hears you, I don't care.  Now quit struggling or else
I'll have one of these boys shit in your mouth like Matt Jarkot did.  You
want that?"

   Damn.  He knew about that.  Stupid Mr.  Jarkot must have spilled the
beans.  The mere mention of the vileness of that act caught me by surprise
and I stopped struggling and just collapsed into the bed.  "Good choice,
now take it like a man like Dima does" dad muttered as he pushed the head
of his peepee tight against my hole and, aided by the gooey "K Y", slid
inside.  I mashed my face into the pillow and muffled my cries as he
continued to push and the fullness of his entry spread inside me.

   He did not stop pushing until his hips were tight against my bottom and
he was deep inside.  Then the pumping began.  Very forceful, very intense
and almost the full length of his stiffness, his hips "slap, slap,
slapping" against me as he rapidly plunged back and forth.  Thankfully, he
was excited enough that it didn't take much more than 20 or 30 thrusts
before he was grinding his groin into my backside and the wetness of his
"baby juice" was spreading deep inside me.  A warmth that carried no
comfort, an unnatural feeling inside me that was a testimony of the
unnatural act that was being forced upon me.

   Dad collapsed on me as his peepee softened and slid out of my hole. 
Within seconds, his deep breathing convinced me he was asleep.  I struggled
to slide from under him, and once I was free I went into the bathroom,
cleaned my bottom with toilet paper and then splashed some cool water on my
face to mask my red, teary eyes.  I then realized that my clothes were in
the livingroom and was immediately embarrassed at the thought of having to
walk out of the room naked, having just been used by my father.  I'm not
really sure why I was embarrassed, after all we had all been engaged in
some pretty open stuff with each other, so I guess it was just the thought
that they all knew I had just been "butt fucked" in such a frantic moment.

   Embarrassment aside, I walked into the livingroom.  Mr.  Frish was
fiddling with his camera and Sasha and Dima were sitting on the couch
together, rubbing each other's peepee's.  When he saw me walk out, Sasha
jumped off the couch and ran over to me, his stiff peepee sticking straight
out and leading the way.  "You are okay?" he asked as he wrapped his arms
around me, his stiffness now poking into my upper leg.  "Yes, thank you" I
replied, hugging him back and running my hands down the soft skin of his
back and down to the silky smoothness of his bottom.

   "Where is your father?" Mr.  Frish asked.  "I think he fell asleep" I
replied.  Mr.  Frish laughed as he turned to Dima and said "You must have
wore him out".  Dima just smiled and wiggled his bottom against the couch.
"Let's watch TV" Sasha suggested as he led me to the couch.  Dima used the
remote and soon the three of us we watching the Disney Channel.  How weird
I thought.  Just moments earlier one of us was licking "cum" out of a
butthole, one of us was sucking "cum" out of a peepee and the third was the
person in the middle.  Three kids, all twelve and younger, swallowing cum
one minute, watching cartoons the next.  And it was beginning to seem
natural.  The unnatural natural.
   End of part 12.  To be continued.