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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 2

   I had befriended a boy named Devin who lived up the street and would
sometimes spend some time wandering around with him.  Devin was twelve, had
light brown hair, a smattering of freckles and never wore shoes or a shirt.
I was passive, he much more assertive so we made a fairly good mix. 
Dressed only in a pair of pull-up, gym style shorts, he would roam the
neighborhood all day long, heading home only when he was hungry or it was
time for bed.  Heck he wouldn't even go home to go to the bathroom.  If he
had to pee, he would just step behind something, whip it out and let it go.
One time I even saw him take a crap behind a tree.  He squatted, grunted a
few times and when he was finished just pulled his shorts back up and was
off again without bothering to wipe himself.  I can't even imagine the size
of those skidmarks!

   Back at home, following Bobby's departure I expected that my dad and I
would resume our nightly rubbing events like before.  I was wrong.  The
first couple nights were uneventful.  By the third night I guess dad was
missing his evening visits from Bobby because he invited me to sleep in his
bed.  After brushing my teeth I strolled into his room expecting a nice rub
while dad got off between my cheeks.  Needless to say I was shocked when I
saw my father laying naked, his back propped up against the headboard, legs
spread wide and his hard peepee poking straight up.  "Bobby told me he
trained you well" my father proclaimed.

   When the shock wore off, there I was, my own face pressed into my
father's groin as my lips stretched to accommodate his much larger than
Bobby's peepee.  It was my legs dancing in the air now, my mouth making the
slurping noises as I struggled to pleasure my dad and me making the gulping
and swallowing noises as his "cum" splashed against the back of my throat.
The very same seed that had created me was now being squirted right onto my
mouth and down into my stomach.  And it wasn't to be the last time.

   It quickly became a nightly ritual, me sucking my father, him making
"cum" in my mouth and me gulping it down.  And while it was similar to
being with Bobby, it wasn't the same.  For one thing there was the size. 
As I mentioned earlier, dad was not overly large between his legs, but it
was still much larger than Bobby was and I had a hard time fitting it into
my mouth, especially when dad would grab my head and push way down, raising
his hips up.  His peepee would cram all the way into my throat and I
couldn't breathe.  I remembered watching Bobby twist his head to the side
when this would happen and found that when I tried it, I could at least
reposition the peepee enough so that I could get some air.  At least until
dad started to "cum".

   The "cum" was also much different than Bobby's.  It was thicker and
saltier and had a weird after taste, not at all like the sweet juice that
Bobby would squirt in my mouth.  Because there was so much, I had a hard
time swallowing it all down and sometimes when it flooded the back of my
mouth, it would leak from my lips and pool down around dad's balls.  Dad
was pretty patient with me though and over time I eventually got used to
the bigger load and was soon swallowing down the thicker, larger volume
almost as easily as I had Bobby's.

   And then there was the hair.  Bobby had no hair at all around his peepee
or on his balls and dad had a bunch, although he did tend to keep it
trimmed.  It still tickled my lips and nose and had an odd smell that I
never noticed with Bobby.  At least he didn't ask me to lick his balls. 
They were pretty hairy too and that would have been gross.  Although,
thinking back, how much grosser can it get than having your nine year old
son using his mouth to suck out and swallow down the very sperm those balls
created?

   So while my nights were still about sucking and swallowing, my days had
become relatively tame.  For a little while anyway.  I spent more and more
time hanging out with Devin, who was spending more time getting a little
weirder.  I mentioned his habit of toileting wherever he happened to be
when the urge arose.  At first, he would always duck behind something, a
tree, a bush, whatever, to somewhat conceal himself.  Of late though, he
was becoming a little bolder when it was just the two of us.  Instead of
finding a little privacy, he just started whipping it out and pissing right
there in front of me.

   There was something different about his peepee, something I had never
seen before.  There was a flap of skin that covered the head and I was
curious about it but reluctant to say anything.  Devin would slide the skin
back before he started peeing and the head of his peepee would poke out the
end.  I noticed that the head was a dark purple color, which intrigued me.
Mine was more pinkish red but his was purple.  Devin also had some dark
hairs right at the base of his peepee.  Not a lot, maybe a dozen or less.
They were much straighter and looked silkier than the ones on my dad and
there were none at all on his ball sack.

   So as I said, Devin was becoming less and less discrete.  He would laugh
and joke as he suddenly announced "I gotta take a leak", would slide his
shorts to his knees (no underwear on this kid) grab his peepee, slide that
strange skin back and start pissing, the purple head all shiny looking. 
Devin's lack of discretion also included a lack of concern about what he
was hosing down as he pissed.  He would shake his peepee back and forth as
he peed, the stream doing a little dance back and forth.  If you were
standing too close, as I was on a number of occasions, your feet would get
wet in the process.  (I was so infatuated with watching his strange peepee,
I didn't even notice until later that I had become a victim to his pee
dance and had drops of Devin piss on my foot and lower leg.) When his
stream would die down, Devin would finish off the remaining drops by
milking that flap of skin a few times over the head with his fingers, then
casually pull his shorts back up and away we went.

   As I said, I was really intrigued by his peepee and would stare at it
while he was taking care of business.  Apparently Devin noticed my
attentiveness and, over the next several days, he lingered longer and
longer after he finished peeing before pulling his shorts up, looking over
at me to make sure I had a clear view of his activities.  I also noticed
that the "milking" of his last piss drops was evolving into a casual
stroking of his peepee as he watched me watching him.  A couple times it
even started to stiffen before he would giggle as he tucked it back into
his shorts.

   Over time, I was still sucking and swallowing every night in my dad's
bed and back in school during the day.  The only time I really got out
anymore was on the weekends, and even then it was mostly time with Devin.
He had pretty much isolated us from many of the other neighborhood kids,
and the only other person he would let play with us was his cousin, Adam.
Adam was four, and so he wasn't school age yet and he didn't live in our
neighborhood, so he wasn't really around much unless he was visiting
Devin's house for the weekend.  He was a scrawny little kid, with very
thick, wavy dark brown hair and usually had a runny nose.  The only thing I
ever saw him dressed in was a pair of dirty underwear and a t-shirt.  I'm
not really sure why, but the kid never wore pants, just a pair of
underpants, usually the kind with a printed cartoon design.  And when he
was outside and running around with us, those underpants, like his hands
and legs, would end up pretty nasty by the end of the day.

   One day, when it was just me and Devin, he had stopped to take a leak.
We were in a secluded wooded area, with no one else around, so as usual he
just whipped it out and did his thing.  This time though, as he finished he
started stroking his peepee, which had stiffened up quite a bit, and stood
watching me as I stared at his hand sliding back and forth.  "Do you like
it?" he asked.  I wasn't really sure how to respond, so I said "Like what?"
"My dick, silly" He replied.  "Do you like my dick?  You sure stare at it
enough".  I still wasn't sure what to say and by now the peepee was
sticking straight up and the purple head was pushed up and out of the extra
skin flap.  "Why do you have extra skin there?" was the only question I
could think to ask.

   Well that started a very detailed explanation from Devin about
circumcision.  How it took place (ouch), what it meant, how you had to
clean it if you weren't circumcised, the whole nine yards.  Devin was quite
the teacher and decided to add visuals to the education process by bending
over, grabbing my own shorts and underwear in his hands and yanking them
down in one swift tug.  He was then able to grab my little peepee and
showed me where I had been "cut" and then started rubbing my own shaft with
his fingers.  Very quickly my peepee stiffened and soon we were both
standing there, shorts at our knees, hard peepee's standing straight up.

   Devin was still using his hands, both on my peepee and his own, as he
asked the next question.  "Does yours make baby juice?" Baby juice?  What
the heck was baby ju...oh, he meant "cum" I thought.  "No" I answered. 
"Mine does" he stated rather proudly, "Wanna see it?" Well I had seen a
peepee squirt "cum" before, heck I was digesting the stuff every night, but
had never seen it happen from a peepee with extra skin, so I nodded yes. 
"Cool" Devin said as he went into his teacher mode again, "But it has to
get slick first.  The best way is for you to suck on it a little.  I know
it sounds kinda gross (little did he know) but I'll do yours first to show
you." And with that, he was on his knees in a flash, put his face in my
groin and sucked my little stiff peepee right into his mouth.

   Oh my gosh!  It was like lightening struck and my whole body was
tingling.  Looking down at the top of Devin's head, his light brown hair
gently swaying back and forth as his head pumped his mouth up and down on
my stiffness, I was now able to understand the receiving end of the sucking
stuff.  Now I understood why Bobby kept my face glued to his groin all
summer long.  Now I understood why my dad opened his legs to me each night.
This was incredible.  And the harder Devin sucked the better it became. 
His hands were gripping my little butt cheeks, holding me in place as my
legs started shaking and my hands reached out and grabbed Devin's hair,
more to keep me from falling down than anything else.

   My mind was in a miniature fog, and as it started to clear, I became
acutely aware of two very familiar sounds.  Moaning and slurping.  Usually
I am the one slurping and someone else is moaning.  But as I looked down I
realized that the slurping sounds were coming from Devin's mouth, which was
sucking away madly at my peepee, and the "uh, uh, uh" sounds were coming
from my own lips.  Just as it was starting to register, a new wave of
tingles started to build.  It felt like it started in my butthole (of all
places) and was rapidly spreading from there until I almost felt like I was
going to cry.  Instead, I closed my eyes as bright flashes of light started
popping off in my brain.  I had an incredible urge to pee but when I tried
to warn Devin, all I could do was cry out "oh...oh...ohhhhh".  And with
that, my butt cheeks clenched tightly together, my toes curled and my legs
gave out.  Devin, pulling his mouth off my stiff, slobbery wet peepee,
eased me to the ground.

   While I lay there, my head still spinning and my shorts and underwear
now bunched around my ankles, Devin the teacher filled me in.  "That was a
orgasm" he told me matter of factly.  "You can't make baby juice yet but
you can still get the tingles.  Feels pretty good huh?" Pretty good?  That
was an understatement.  I would never have imagined something could have
felt that incredibly, powerfully overwhelming.  But now, as the feelings
were fading, I felt very exposed, laying there with my peepee hanging out
and my naked butt on the grass.  I stood and pulled my shorts back up and
turned to Devin, who was now standing next to me, his hand sliding up and
down on his stiff peepee, asking if I was ready to try his.

   "You ever suck a dick before?" he asked as his hands grabbed my
shoulders and pushed me to my knees.  "Uh, sure" I replied, staring at the
purple head directly before my eyes, not even thinking about the can of
worms my affirmative response could open.  Devin didn't take the bait (he
would later, I guess at that moment he was more concerned about getting his
peepee sucked) and just said "Cool, just watch your teeth.  When I get
ready to make the baby juice, I'll pull it out and you can watch".

   I grabbed his peepee with my left hand and pulled it forward so it was
aligned with my mouth.  It was about the same length as Bobby's, but was
definitely thicker around.  Not nearly as thick as my dads though, so I
figured I should have any problems with it.  As I leaned forward to take it
in my mouth though, I did notice an odor.  Not the musky odor of my dad,
but more the smell of stale piss, which seemed very strong.  I had never
noticed that on Bobby before, just a taste as I was sucking.  As expected,
the smell of piss resulted in a stronger taste in my mouth and as my lips
started sliding down the stiff as a nail peepee, the flavors and tastes of
a groin very much in need of a good washing were alive on my tongue.

   Although it was the dirtiest groin I had serviced to date, it wouldn't
be the worst I would ever put my mouth on (little Adam would get that
trophy, more on that later) and within a few minutes of sucking and
swirling my tongue around, most of the piss flavors were gone and it wasn't
any worse than back sucking on Bobby.  As I said, Devin was thicker than
Bobby had been but it still fit nicely in my mouth.  Instead of being held
by the head and forcefully yanked back and forth like Bobby and my dad had
done, Devin just stood there, his hands on my head, and allowed me to slide
up and down on my own.  I liked this better because I was able to control
how much peeepee was in my mouth at any given time and wasn't at someone
else's mercy.  I was also fixated on that purple head and liked to pull my
mouth back until just that was in my mouth.  I would swirl my tongue around
it several times before plunging back down to the root, Devin's few silky
soft hairs brushing against my nose and lips.

   All too quickly, Devin began moaning and his legs started to quiver. 
With no notice, he gasped, pulled himself from my mouth and, gripping his
peepee with his hand, began sliding his fist up and down rapidly.  I was
still kneeling directly in front of him when he breathlessly announced
"Here it comes.  Here comes the baby juice".  Almost immediately, the
little cannon began firing, the first squirts hitting me right on the side
of my face, the third on my nose and the forth right across my lips, which
were gaping open as I watched the spectacle unfold.

   Devin's frantic yanking of his peepee slowly died down as several small
dribbles continued out the tip, which was now being swallowed once again by
his extra flap of skin.  "Oh wow that was good" Devin exclaimed as he took
his hand away from his peepee and a big smile came across his face.  His
hand, which was dangling right in front of my face, had dribbles of the
creamy "cum" dripping off it.  Without even thinking, I leaned forward and
began licking up the gooey mess, much like I had done to my own hand after
Bobby had "cum" all over it.  Devin didn't say anything, just watched as I
cleaned him, licking his hand like a mother cat on a kitten.  Then, running
a finger over my cheek and nose, he collected the "cum" that was still on
my face and fed that to me as well.  His "cum" tasted better than my dads,
but wasn't nearly as sweet as Bobby's had been.

   Unlike Bobby, who had become a sex crazed maniac after I first sucked
his peepee, Devin wasn't nearly as aggressive.  He continued peeing in
front of me and I continued staring at him and in fact, it wasn't until a
couple weeks after that first episode that it was even brought up again. 
Devin had just finished his whiz and was stroking his peepee when he asked,
almost nonchalantly, "So, who else have you sucked before?" The question
surprised me and I wasn't really sure how, or if, I should answer. 
Apparently my hesitation and deer in the headlights stare led to Devin's
next comment.  "If you tell me who you did it with, I'll tell you who else
I do it with" he said.

   I thought for a second.  Sounded fair enough, and besides, even though
Devin knew him, Bobby was long gone by now, parts unknown (In fact, I
wouldn't see Bobby again for a number of years).  "It was my cousin, Bobby"
I croaked out, almost in a whisper.  "Really?" Devin answered.  "Cool, I
always thought he was a hottie.  Must have been huh?" "I guess" I replied,
not really understanding what "a hottie" was.  Silence followed for a
minute or two before Devin spoke again.  "When Adam spends the night, we
suck each other" he blurted out.

   Now it was my turn to be surprised.  "Really?  Adam?" I was actually
shocked.  Little Adam?  Cute little underpants wearing Adam?  The kid
was....well, a kid.  A little kid.  Wow.  As I stood there pondering the
two of them doing their sucking, I was seeing Adam in a whole new light. 
"Little Adam?" I said again.  Apparently my disbelief made Devin a little
defensive.  "Yeah, something wrong with that?" he blurted out.  Realizing I
had struck a cord, I just said "No, that's cool, I bet you guys have fun
huh?" "Yeah we do" Devin responded, the smile returning to his face. 
"Maybe someday the three of us can do something together even" he asked. 
"Sure, that would be fun" I responded, still sorting the images out in my
brain, but somehow excited about the prospect of doing something fun with
Adam, who I really liked.

   I didn't have long to sort because Devin, who was still standing there
stroking his peepee, apparently was in need of some relief.  "Maybe you
could do mine again" he suggested rather causally.  Looking around, making
sure we were not being watched, I said "OK" and slid down on my knees in
front of him.  Pulling his peepee towards my mouth, I kissed that purple
head, popped it into my lips and began sucking on it, just the head.  When
Devin's "ah, ah, ah's" started, I slid my mouth down to the base and began
bobbing up and down the length of his stiffness.  Apparently Devin had
bathed in the recent past because I don't remember either the smell nor the
taste being as strong as before.

   Before too long, Devin's legs started shaking, his breathing got heavy
and his moans a little louder.  I knew what was coming (hey that's pretty
funny if you think about it) and didn't think a second about pulling off
like last time.  Heck, although Devin certainly didn't know, this trip by a
peepee into my mouth was happening for the umpteenth time.  Sucking,
slurping and swallowing was as natural to me now as eating a bowl of cereal
in the morning.  And in the natural course of things, it wasn't long before
Devin was squirting his "cum" or his "baby juice" or whatever you want to
call it, right into the back of my mouth and I was gulping it down.  And
when he finally pulled away, that purple head tucked back into the funny
flap of skin, not a drop of "cum" anywhere to be found, all Devin could
utter was "Wow, you are much better than Adam".  Well thanks.  I think.

   That night, as I lay face down between my dad's legs, working his peepee
with my mouth, all I could think about was little Adam and Devin going at
each other.  I could see Adam's cute little lips stretched around Devin's
peepee, wondering where Devin's "baby juice" ended up when Adam was doing
the work.  Did he swallow it?  Did it go in his curly brown hair?  Maybe it
landed on his face, getting all mixed up with the clear liquid that was
running out of his nose like a leaky faucet?  Swallowing down dads cum that
night, I realized my own pepee was hard and that it was hard because I was
thinking about doing stuff with Adam.  Little Adam.  Little dirty
underpants cute Adam.  Huh.
   End of part 2 To be continued.