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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 13

   The ride home the next morning was quiet and uneventful.  Dad, as usual,
didn't discuss the happenings of the day before and instead spent most of
his time on the cell phone.  I spent the time day dreaming about Adam,
occasionally thinking back to the final few hours with Sasha and Dima.

   The three of us had fidgeted back and forth on the couch watching
cartoons for around half an hour or so.  Sasha eventually settled in Dima's
lap at one end and I sat at the other.  Sasha was sitting sideways, his
legs stretching across the couch with his feet in my lap.  I watched as
Dima placed his hand in his little brother's groin and was absentmindedly
stoking the little stiff peepee there.  Sasha giggled when he saw me
staring and lifted one of his feet to my face.

   "Suck my toes" he said in his thick accent as I grabbed the little foot
and took a sniff.  Detecting nothing more than the slightest of little boy
foot smells, I licked across the clean, fleshy bottom and popped the big
toe in my mouth and started sucking.  "That tickles" Sasha said as he
wiggled the toe back and forth in my mouth, causing it to eject itself. 
"Do more" he asked, shifting his angle ever so slightly.

   I ran my tongue between each of the delicate little toes, licking and
slurping as Sasha giggled and squirmed.  As he did so, I found myself
staring at the soft, fleshy valley between his legs.  I eyeballed the
crease underneath his little ballsack and down to the plump mounds of his
bottom, which was parked right on top of his older brother's peepee and
ballsack.

   Finishing my oral manipulations of his toes, I lifted his leg and leaned
towards him, using my tongue to lick my way down the underside of his leg,
through the fleshy part of his thighs, and right down to his stiffness. 
Dima, who was still rubbing Sasha's peepee, moved his hand away as I opened
my mouth and I sucked my way right down to the base.  "Oh, oh" Sasha cried
out as I immediately began sucking as hard as I could and allowed my tongue
to snake down to lick at the tiny ballsack below.

   "Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh" Sasha continued as his hips started lifting ever so
slightly.  As Sasha's hands grabbed my head, his leg, now draped across my
back, stiffened, I kept sucking away.  "Oh, uh, uh, yes" he panted as he
lifted even higher and cried out one last time before his hips collapsed
back onto his brother's lap.

   The whole sucking episode had taken less than two minutes and as I
released Sasha's little peepee from my mouth, I knew I wanted something
more.  Shifting myself around so I was now kneeling on the floor in front
of the two brothers, I lifted Sasha's left leg and began licking down below
his ballsack, down towards his butthole.  It was clean and tasteless, the
pink ring of flesh tightly closed, but flexing as I swirled my tongue
around the puckered opening.

   Dima's peepee, which was stiff and poking into one of Sasha's plump
buttcheeks, suddenly shifted so that it was now up in the butt crack, the
tip right below Sasha's butthole.  This position made it easy for me to use
my mouth on both boys at once, and so I began switching back and forth,
licking Sasha's hole, then sucking Dima's peepee, then back to the butthole
again.  Up above me the two brother's were giggling at my eagerness and
behind me I could once again hear the "click, click" of the camera as Mr.
Frish was apparently taking more pictures.

   After a few minutes of switching back and forth between the two
brothers, Mr.  Frish leaned over and said "Here, do this".  He then reached
between his son's legs and grabbed Dima's peepee.  He guided the stiff,
slender tube until the tip was positioned right at Sasha's butt opening. 
Slicked with my spit, he swirled the tip around the pink flesh before
forcing it inside the tight hole.  "Oh, oh" both boys uttered at the same
time, just as Mr.  Frish forced about half of the peepee up inside. 
Removing his hand, he directed me to "Suck the balls" which I did as Mr. 
Frish returned to his camera and began clicking away.

   I was still holding Sasha's leg up, licking at Dima's ballsack and could
see Dima's peepee parked just inside his brother's butt.  Both boys were
making little moaning sounds and although I couldn't see it, I could tell
from the wet sounds above that they were kissing.  Both boys were squirming
and as they did so, Dima's peepee was slipping back and forth inside Sasha.
"Click, click" I heard as Dima's ballsack started to tighten in my mouth.
"Click, click" some more as Dima's legs started shaking and his squirming
became more like frantic thrusts.

   Soon, Dima was making some excited comments in his foreign language as
his hips thrust up, driving his little spear deeper into Sasha's bottom. 
After the third thrust, he held himself tight.  By now his balls had fallen
from my mouth and I watched in awe, as right before me, right before my
very eyes, I witnessed the exchange.  Dima was squirting his "cum" from his
balls right inside his little brother's butthole.  Of course I couldn't
actually see the squirts, but I had no doubt that they were taking place.

   Time seemed to stand still for just the briefest of moments.  Even the
clicking camera was silenced and I heard Dima release one long breath as he
eased his hips back down on the couch.  As he did so, his peepee slid from
his brother's butthole and began to soften.  It looked a little red and
there was a string of "cum" at the tip, which was now covered by the extra
skin.  Still holding Sasha's leg, I leaned down and put my mouth on Dima's
peepee, sucking it in and cleaning away the remaining wetness of his
orgasm.

   "Click, click" I again heard behind me as Mr.  Frish directed me to
"Clean out the hole".  Releasing Dima's wilted peepee, I shifted back to
Sasha's butthole, which had a little string of "cum" leaking from it, but
which was now tightly closed again.  As I leaned forward to lick at the
"cum", I assumed that Dima's slender peepee hadn't been wide enough to
create the opening that I had received when I had been "butt fucked" in the
past.

   The "cum" was sweet but had more of a poopy flavor.  Not really strong,
but enough so to notice.  When I pushed my tongue against the opening, I
found that it slid right in without much resistance.  There was more of the
flavored "cum" just inside and as I swirled my tongue around, it ran down
into my mouth.  "Click, click" I heard as I pushed my tongue farther inside
and the hole opened more.  The "cum" was more abundant now and I had to
swallow a few times as it continued it's gooey decent into my mouth.

   And so there I was, my mouth glued to Sasha's butthole, slurping his
older brother's runny, poopy flavored "baby juice" from inside, when my
father decided to awaken from his nap and join us in the room.  I could
have died right there when I suddenly heard him tell Mr.  Frish "I told you
he was a shit eater didn't I?" Instead of correcting him (I hadn't eaten
any shit, it had just been pooped into my mouth) I just closed my eyes and
sucked away, wishing inside that I could crawl inside the little hole and
hide.

   "He had a kid crap in his mouth just the other day" dad said, apparently
oblivious to my mortification at this revelation.  "Maybe Dima and Sasha
might like to take a shit?" he continued as I fished the last of the "cum"
from Sasha and pulled my mouth away.  "You know" Mr.  Frish said, "you can
make some good money with a scat film".  "Really?" dad replied, a little
too excitedly for my liking "How much money?" he added as I turned my head
and flashed a disgusted look at him.

   Well Mr.  Frish must have sensed my embarrassment because as he looked
at me he said "It could be worthwhile, but these guys have had enough
today. Let's get some dinner instead".  I was relieved as Sasha jumped up
and said "Yes, I am hungry, lets get pizza" and he ran to fetch his
clothes. "OK, I guess so" dad said, half dejected.  He then added "But if
one of the boy's decides later he wants to feed some recycled pizza to
Bryce, that would be alright".  Then he laughed.  "Recycled pizza" I
thought to myself.  Man is my dad becoming a jerk.

   Fortunately, dinner was great and we three boys were allowed to be just
that.  Boys.  We went to a pizza place that had some video games and after
dinner we spent quite a bit of time playing as the two dads talked to each
other.  The whole poop eating was never mentioned again and when we got
back to the hotel we said our goodbyes and went to our separate rooms. 
Before we parted, Sasha told me he was sorry if the spanking hurt me and
promised that next time I could spank him.  I laughed as he said that and
leaned over a gave him a little kiss on those bubblegum lips.  Back in our
room, dad stripped, had me suck him real quick, then rolled over and went
to sleep.

   When we got back to the house, I asked dad if he was going to see Barb
anytime soon.  "You really like that Adam, don't you?" he asked.  "He's my
friend" I responded, not really sure where this was going.  "Well he seems
like more than a friend.  You were mumbling his name in your sleep last
night and your dick was stiff as a nail.  The other morning as I walked
past your bedroom door I could hear you sucking and him squealing so I know
you guys were getting it on.  You can't deny that.  He ever crap in your
mouth?" "Dad!" I shouted.  "No, he has never crapped in my mouth and I
didn't like it when Matt crapped in my mouth.  I only did it because I had
to.  Don't be a jerk."

   Well, dad wasn't too pleased with that response.  Although I thought he
was a jerk plenty of times, I had never actually called him one before
today.  The smack to my face was so fast that I never saw it coming.  It
hit with such force that I saw stars.  "Don't ever speak to me that way" he
yelled.  "I saw you eating Sasha's shitbox like it was a smorgasbord and
nobody forced you to do that, so it can't be that bad.  And I can make a
lot of money with a video of you munching a turd out of another kid's ass.
So get ready cause it's going to happen sooner or later.  Now get your ass
in your room."

   I walked to my room, rubbing my sore face and fighting back tears. 
Sitting on my bed I silently cursed all these people who had caused this
distress.  My father, of course, for making me go to the Jarkot's.  Mr. 
Jarkot for showing the stupid "Brownie for Butch" movie in the first place.
And of course Matt for being so sick that he actually took a crap in my
mouth.  Why had those things happened to me?  What had I done to deserve to
be treated that way?

   Equally confusing to my ten year old brain was my feelings for Adam. 
Why was I not repulsed licking his dirty butthole or at the thought of
eating his turd?  Heck I had even scraped a little piece of poopy out of
his underpants and swallowed it.  Why was that different?  And dad was
right.  I had pushed my tongue right up Sasha's "shitbox" and drank down
Dima's poopy flavored "cum" without a second thought.  And even though I
had been embarrassed by my father's comments at the time, I knew deep
inside that the thought of Sasha crapping in my mouth had caused a little
tingle in my peepee.  Was I sick inside?  This couldn't be natural.  Could
it?

   As I lay down on the bed, drifting off to sleep, my hand rubbed against
the stiffness in my pants and I envisioned Adam, squatting above my face.
He was naked.  His butthole was flexing and just inches from my open mouth.
I could see it start to emerge.  The tingling in my groin was growing as
the tip emerged.  "A brownie for Bryce".  The words flashed in my mind as
the tingles grew and my hands frantically pawed at my clothed groin.  My
orgasm overtook me as I saw myself leaning in, my mouth open and ready to
receive Adam's butt offering.  I cried out in shame and ecstasy and things
went black.

   I woke up from my nap to the sound of voices from outside my bedroom.  I
didn't figure I had been asleep too long.  I was happily surprised when I
wandered into the livingroom and saw Barb and Adam were visiting.  "Hi
sleepy head" Adam peeped as he ran over and gave me a hug.  "I thought you
were going to sleep all afternoon" my dad said.  "Why don't you and Adam go
play in your room so Barb and I can visit" he added, slapping Barb on the
butt as they walked to his room.  She giggled like a little girl and he
turned and winked at me as he closed the door.

   Oh well, I thought, maybe I wouldn't have to suck him tonight.  But even
better, Adam was here and he quickly grabbed me by the hand and led me to
my room.  He was looking really cute with a pair of snug blue shorts, the
kind with the elastic waistband, a t-shirt and no shoes.  We hopped on the
bed and chatted for a bit and I asked him if he had seen Devin at all. 
Adam told me that he had been at Devin's house the day before and they had
played together all day.  "He didn't buttfuck you did he?" I asked.  "Nope"
Adam replied, shaking his head.  He then meekly added "But you can check if
you want" as a little shy smile crossed his lips.

   Well I did want to check him.  Not because I didn't believe him of
course, I just wanted to get him naked.  "OK" I said, "Roll over and lay on
your stomach".  Adam rolled over and as he did so I took my pillow and slid
it under his groin, which caused his butt to stick up a little.  I reached
up and grabbed the waistband and, with a little help from Adam as he
wiggled his hips, pulled the shorts down to just above his knees.

   Adam wasn't wearing any underwear.  I was a little surprised.  Up until
he turned five, all Adam ever wore was underwear and now he wasn't wearing
any at all.  I guessed he must have been taking after Devin.  So anyway,
when the blue shorts came down, there before my eyes were two soft, snowy
white plump mounds of Adam flesh with a crack right down the middle, parted
just enough to accent the curves of his bottom.

   I sat on the bed behind him and, like a doctor performing an exam, I
leaned my face over the object of my desire, grabbed the soft flesh with my
hands and pried the cheeks apart.  "How does it look?" Adam asked, turning
his face to the side.  "Wait a minute, I can't tell yet" I replied.  And I
couldn't.  Really.  The hole was hidden by a bunch of brown poop that was
clumped around the tiny opening.  Leaning in a little closer, the smell
became a little stronger.  Poop smell.  Adam's poop smell.  Surprisingly,
although there was quite a bit of the stuff stuck to his butt, the smell
wasn't that bad.  Oh it did smell like poop, but it didn't seem to be
overpowering or nasty.  It was, after all, coming from Adam.

   This dirty surprise gave me an idea.  I didn't have to eat a full turd
to get a taste of the stuff.  Maybe this little bit would be a sample for
me to see if I could actually eat it without chickening out.  "I have to
clean you up a little" I told him as I leaned in, "try not to make any
noise, ok?" (I sure didn't need him squealing and risk my dad or Barb
hearing us).  "OK" he replied and shifted his hips up just a little,
bringing his bottom a little closer to my face.

   I pushed my face in between his cheeks.  I had no hesitation at all as
my tongue hit the warm, dry flesh beneath his hole.  Licking straight up, I
felt the little clumps transfer from his flesh to my tongue.  Adam let out
a whispered "oooohhhh" as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and allowed
the flavors of his butt waste melt in my mouth.

   It tasted good.  Ok, maybe not good like a piece of candy, but it
definitely didn't taste bad.  It's kinda hard to describe, maybe a little
bitter, but a unique taste.  A little stronger than the poop smears I had
tasted on Adam in the past, but nowhere near the nastiness that Matt had
crapped in my mouth.  Looking down and seeing more chunks, I leaned in
again and licked away at the tiny hole, slurping in the leftover clumps and
quickly realizing that I was getting turned on by the fresh tastes of
Adam's poopy.

   As I continued my licking, the pinkness of his little ring came to the
surface and I used my hands to pull his cheeks even father apart.  The hole
opened just a tiny bit, not as much as before so I assumed it was getting
smaller now that it wasn't being pumped by Devin's peepee anymore.  There
were still traces of brown deeper into the swirl of pink flesh and I pushed
my tongue tightly into the hole and licked away at those also.  Adam was
trying to keep quiet but was having a hard time.  He was ewwing and ahhing
through the entire process and his legs were squirming so much I thought he
was going to bounce off the bed.  I was having a great time.

   After thoroughly cleaning all of the leftover poop, I licked all around,
from the base of his ballsack to the tip of his little butt crease.  I
finally finished off by putting my mouth lips tight against his butt lips
and gently sucked the ring of flesh.  Fantasizing in my mind that the turd
that I knew had already vacated, leaving behind the little chunks I had
just swallowed, was still waiting inside.  That somehow my gentle sucking
would deliver the brown mass to my lips, my tongue, my mouth. 
Unfortunately, I knew there was nothing hiding inside.  So after a minute
or so, I pushed my tongue as far inside the moist tunnel as it could go,
and as Adam lost his battle of silence and cried out, this time really
loud, I pulled back and, fearful that he had been heard by my dad, quickly
yanked his shorts back up.

   "That felt really good" Adam said as he rolled over on his back and
giggling, pointed to the little tent in the front of his shorts.  I giggled
myself as I reached over and grabbed the little peg.  "Was it really dirty
back there?" Adam asked as I massaged his stiffy through the thin material
of his shorts.  "A little bit" I said.  "I'm sorry" he relied, getting a
little red-faced, "There wasn't any toilet paper on the roll when I went
poopy a little bit ago so I couldn't wipe".  Ah, I thought, so it was
pretty fresh.  "That's ok buddy, it wasn't bad.  I kinda liked it."
"Really?" Adam asked, his cute little nose scrunched up, "you liked it?  My
poop?".  Now it was my turn to get embarrassed.  "Well it wasn't a whole
turd, it was just some leftover" I said, "besides, I like you so much I
don't think anything from you would taste bad." "Thanks" Adam replied as he
leaned up and gave me a big hug.  I hugged him back, squashing my face into
his thick brown hair, smelling his sweet freshness and wishing everything
could feel this good.
   End of part 13.  To be continued.