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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 4

   A number of years later, when I finally ran into Bobby again, we
discussed some of the events that took place that summer he spent with me.
He was deeply apologetic for using me like he did.  But after we talked and
he explained his own circumstances, I began to understand how, in his very
young mind at the time, what he was doing was very natural to him.  And by
then, what Bobby had done to me was among the least traumatic of what I was
forced to eventually endure in the coming years.

   Bobby explained that, during the summer that he divulged to me the oral
activities taking place between him and his brother, him and his father and
eventually him and my father, he had left out the parts that dealt with
anal intercourse.  He had been deeply ashamed, and reluctant to discuss the
fact that his brother, Jason, had been using his butt as well as his mouth.
When I mentioned remembering those brown stains (which would become a very
real part of my life as well) in his underpants, Bobby blushed and
acknowledged they had been caused by the residual discharge of Jason's
"cum", mixed in with Bobby's own feces.

   The first time they had engaged in anal intercourse had been shortly
after Jason had turned twelve and Bobby had been ten.  Jason was just
beginning to squirt "cum" during their oral encounters and, much like
Bobby, was insatiable when it came to being pleasured.  Because they shared
a bedroom and lived in the same house, Jason had relatively free reign to
Bobby and didn't hesitate to use his younger brother for his own enjoyment.
He could just beckon Bobby to his bed, push the younger boy's face between
his legs and get his stiffness serviced.

   One day, after returning from a sleepover, Jason introduced Bobby to
anal intercourse, something he had discovered at the overnighter
(apparently the kid he slept over with had a younger brother and the older
boy had introduced Jason to the little boy's butthole).  Slickened with
only Bobby's saliva as a lubricant, Jason very unceremoniously mounted his
younger sibling from the rear, "butt fucked" his anal virginity away, and a
new pastime was discovered.  As Bobby recounted the initial episode, he
recalled that there was some discomfort during the rutting, but for the
most part it wasn't overly painful and he was more embarrassed by the act
than anything else.  For Jason's part, he began alternating the use of
Bobby's mouth with his ass and a new chapter in their incestuous lives
began.

   Over time, it was fairly routine for Bobby to serve his brother from
both ends multiple times each day.  And whereas the initial couplings with
his bottom were relatively easy to keep cleaned, within a few months and
beyond, Jason was plugging his brother with such frequency that Bobby
became lax about cleaning his anus, swabbing out the "cum" that seemed now
to be perpetually leaking from his rectum.  Hence the brown stains that
seemed to occupy most of Bobby's underpants.

   So Bobby and Jason had been going at it fairly routine for around two
years before he arrived at my house that summer.  And while he was still
also a frequent visitor with his mouth between his father's legs (he and
Jason both) his dad had yet to discover the anal couplings that were taking
place between the brothers.  But apparently my dad did notice the brown
stains in Bobby's underwear and questioned Bobby about it one night as
Bobby was doing his late night sucking.  Bobby reluctantly admitted that
Jason had been using him back there.  The next night Bobby found himself
face down and laying beneath my father as his bottom was pumped full of
"cum" and I was awakened by his scream.

   Apparently my father made that trip a few more times before Bobby and
his family moved away.  I was asleep during those subsequent encounters and
knew nothing about them until Bobby told me during this year's later
conversation.  To make matters worse, my father divulged these activities
to Bobby's father, who now made Bobby's butt a regular part of their
sessions together.  So not only was Bobby having to suck both his father
and his brother, he was being used in the butt by both of them as well. 
The only "consolation" was that Jason did not escape the butt play from
their father.  Bobby described watching from the door one night, much like
I had watched him, as his brother lost his anal virginity to their dad,
squirming and screaming on the bed.  Turnabout was fair play in the
unnatural pecking order I guess.

   My butt ached for days following the back to back rapings of my little
hole.  I couldn't sit, walk or stretch without being reminded of the double
"buttfuck" I had endured.  Thankfully dad actually left me alone for the
next three nights and I stayed away from Devin as well.  I was content to
just go to school, come home and watch tv and then go to bed.  And while I
would see my father in the evenings, our conversations were nothing more
than the "normal" everyday encounters we had shared for years.  "How was
school" "Did you do your homework" "Make sure the kitchen is clean".  Those
conversations that were no doubt taking place in homes all around the world
were the same ones in my house.  It was the unspoken, nighttime encounters
that were the difference between my "unnatural" family home and other
"normal" homes.

   On the fourth night after the "attack", dad called me into his room at
bedtime.  He was propped up against the headboard, naked and apparently
ready to resume our nightly sessions.  I dutifully climbed in between his
legs, did my sucking, slurping and gulping and left, thankful he hadn't
decided to "buttfuck" me.  The only noticeable difference from before was
that dad seemed a little more aggressive than normal, grabbing my head
tight as his "cum" squirted into my mouth and pulling me down really tight
against his groin.  There was also quite a bit more "cum" that night. 
Apparently four days without being sucked had built quite a load. 
Afterwards, just like all the prior incidents, we didn't discuss what had
taken place.  It was an unspoken part of our lives.

   The next Saturday morning I slept in while dad left the house early.  My
butt had finally stopped hurting and I had gotten my first good nights
sleep in a week.  As I lay there sleeping, I never heard the front door
open.  Never knew Devin was even in my house until I felt the full force of
his body land on my back.  It knocked the wind out of me and shocked me at
the same time.  "What the..." I started to say when I was cut short by fits
of laughter, coming both from Devin and his little cousin Adam, who I could
now see standing next to the bed.

   "What are you doing?" I asked, turning to Devin.  "I aint seen you in a
week, where you been?" Devin replied.  "Besides, you keep asking when Adam
is going to visit.  Well, here he is." And indeed, there he was.  Cute
little Adam, with his shaggy mop of thick, brown hair, wearing his usual
t-shirt and funtoons underwear that looked quite dirty and a size or two
too small.  They were stretched tight around his thin waist and created a
cute little bulge where his peepee was parked.

   "I told Adam what we did last week and he wants to watch me buttfuck
you" Devin announced, playfully pumping his hips into my butt, which was
still covered by my bed sheet.  "He's been buttfucked plenty of times
before but aint never seen no one getting it done to them" he continued. 
He was still pumping himself into me and Adam was nodding his head, smiling
and rubbing himself between his legs.  "I don't want to" I responded, much
to the disappointment of cute Adam, whose smile disappeared.  "Come on, it
feels good" Devin pleaded, "I even brought my lotion" he added, tossing the
plastic bottle on the bed by my head.  "I don't want to" I repeated,
rolling to the side and dislodging Devin from my back.

   "OK, how about I do Adam first, and then you" Devin suggested hopefully.
"I don't want to" I said again.  And I really didn't want to.  I had no
desire to go through all that pain again.  "OK", Devin said, somewhat
dejected, "You wanna watch me buttfuck Adam instead?" Now it was Adam's
turn to protest.  "That's not fair" he whined "You said I wasn't gonna have
to get screwed".  Screwed?  That was a new one in my book.  I assumed it
meant getting buttfucked but it was the first time I had heard it used that
way and it sounded funny coming out of someone so young.

   Poor Devin was striking out all over and as he rolled off my bed, I
could see he was deep in thought.  After an awkward minute or so of the
three of us just staring at each other, Devin's smile returned and he
turned to Adam as he spoke.  "I got an idea.  How about if Bryce sucks you
real good first, then he can watch me buttfuck you".  Well, that sure was
nice of Devin.  Adam and I both get used so he can get his "orgasm".  How
nice of him.  But I did think about it a minute.  I had been wondering what
it might be like to do something with Adam, who really did look cute to me.
And as I continued in that thought, I realized my own peepee was becoming
stiff at the idea of sucking on Adam and then watching Devin "buttfuck"
him.

   Before I could answer either way, Adam, who had also stood silent as he
pondered the arrangement, spoke first.  "Will he suck me real good?" he
asked meekly, addressing the question to Devin, not me.  "He sure will"
Devin quickly responded.  "He sucks real good and he will even lick your
balls for you" he added rather enthusiastically, not even bothering to see
if I was willing to go along with this proposal.  "OK, I'll do it if he
will" Adam replied.  They both turned to me.  I wasn't sure what to say.  I
mean, here I was, almost ten years old in a couple months and I was being
asked to suck on a kid who was five years younger than me.  That really
wasn't the way the unnatural pecking order went in my confused mind.  All
my experiences to date had been that the older kid was supposed to be
sucked by the younger kid, not the other way around.

   But I really was attracted to little Adam.  In my mind, laying in bed at
night, I had already been between his legs, licking and sucking his little
peepee, which I had only really caught glimpses of from time to time (not
unlike his older cousin, Adam wasn't real shy about whipping it out and
pissing whenever nature called).  And now I had the chance to do it for
real.  The only thing holding me back was the thought of Devin being there.
It was almost as if him watching me, the older kid, sucking the younger kid
somehow made it more wrong.  That it somehow made me something that I
wasn't quite sure I wanted to be just yet.

   They both had eager, hopeful looks on their faces as they waited for me
to say something.  Finally, I spoke, almost in a whisper.  "I'll suck him,
but you (motioning to Devin) have to wait in the living room while I do
it". "OK" they both responded immediately, almost in unison.  Adam actually
clapped his hands together and did a little dance, wiggling his butt back
and forth, his underwear stretched tight against the two plump mounds. 
Gosh, I thought to myself, I sure hope I hadn't gotten myself into
something I was going to regret again.

   But I had absolutely no regrets when Devin departed the room and I
closed the door behind him.  My own peepee was hard as a rock as I turned
to face Adam, who had taken off his t-shirt and tossed it on the floor.  He
was staring at me, I guess waiting for some direction.  As he did so, he
fidgeted with the little lump in the front of his underpants, which seemed
a little stiffer than when I saw it before.  "Why don't you get on the
bed?" I suggested, a nervous crack in my voice.  I wasn't sure exactly why
I was nervous, heck I had been around Adam enough in the past when he
visited Devin.  It wasn't like he was a stranger or anything.  And it
wasn't like I hadn't ever sucked anyone's peepee before, by now that was a
daily event in my life.  But watching him climb on the bed, his cute little
body barely making a dent in the mattress, I was indeed nervous and a
little shiver ran through my body as I stepped closer to him.

   Adam needed a bath.  No doubt about that.  Looking him over, laying on
my white bed sheet, the contrast made it obvious this kid hadn't seen a tub
in at least a few days.  His stomach and chest were relatively clean,
having been covered by a t-shirt.  His arms, hands and legs though were
streaked with dirt, evidence of an active boy outside at play.  His
underpants, adorned with cartoon characters, I'm sure had been white at
some point.  Now though they were a dingy grey almost.  They were frayed at
the edges and their tight fit was further testimony to their advanced age.

   Adam had a wide smile on his face as I arrived at the bed.  I reached
out and touched one of his thin legs, running my hand down the soft
smoothness to his foot.  The bottoms of his feet were far dirtier than the
rest of his legs, to be expected I guess from his shoeless travels.  I
grabbed his foot, brought it to my nose and smelled it.  There was very
little odor, and as he wiggled his toes back and forth, I playfully licked
at the big toe, leaving a patch of wet across the bottom that managed to
reveal a little of the flesh color hidden beneath the dirt.  Adam giggled
and I smiled.

   I climbed onto the bed and as I did so grabbed his other foot.  Crawling
up, I pushed both legs so they bent at the knees and came apart like a "V"
shape.  This opened Adam's groin and stretched his tight underpants even
further, the lump of his crotch and the bottom of his butt clearly on
display.  I noticed two things right away.  Yellow stains across the front
and brown stains in the back.  The yellow stains were very light, which
explained why I hadn't noticed them before.  By the way they were spread
all across the front, I assumed Adam was a bed wetter (I had seen him
pissing plenty of times outside so I figured he wasn't peeing his pants
during the day anyway).  The brown mark in the back looked more like a
typical skid mark as opposed to a brown "cum" stain.

   Leaning down, I put my face flush against the pronounced lump in his
underwear.  The very strong smell of urine confirmed that these undies had
in fact been pissed in.  The funny thing was that I was not at all repulsed
by the smell.  In fact, I sniffed all around the front, inhaling the stale
fragrance, my own peepee tingling even more as I did so.  Turning my head
to the right, I licked Adam's smooth thigh right where the leg band of his
shorts ended.  I then released his legs, reached up and grabbed the
waistband of his underwear, and pulled them down and off, tossing them
aside.

   Spreading his legs again, I found myself staring at the very smooth,
unblemished, heck downright beautiful groin of Adam.  His peepee, free of
the excess skin that Devin's had, was stiff as a nail, around two inches
long and as wide around as my thumb.  His little ballsack was a tight pouch
of flesh, with a light brownish-pink color that was a slight contrast to
the rest of his flesh.  And although I had sucked Bobby, Devin, even my dad
before, I had only done so because I had been told to.  This peepee, Adams
peepee, I really, really wanted to suck.  And so I did.

   Leaning down and popping that little stiffness in my mouth and sliding
right to the base, I was in heaven.  Yes, it was dirty.  Yes it filled my
mouth with the strongest piss flavors imaginable.  Yes I was the older boy
and I should have been the one getting sucked.  Yes to all that, but I
didn't care.  I was sucking and slurping harder than I had ever done
before, bobbing my head up and down like a piston out of control.  When
Adam cried out after a minute or so, I knew he had gotten the tingles of a
little kid orgasm like Devin had given me.  I didn't stop.  h I couldn't. I
just wasn't ready for it to be over.  A few minutes later, he cried out
again, his little butt wiggling, tightly clenched in my hands, his own
hands pulling my hair so hard I thought he would rip it out.  God how I
wished at that moment that Adam had "cum" for me.  That he could squirt
sweet "baby juice" into my mouth.  That I could feel the product of his
orgasm pooled on my tongue, washing over my teeth before swallowing it
down, him becoming a part of me.  But that was not to be.

   When I pulled my mouth off his peepee, he let go of my hair.  But I
wasn't done yet.  Mimicking the technique I had mastered when my face was
glued to Bobby's groin, I began licking Adam.  All around his thighs, the
soft folds of pissy flavored flesh came alive on my tongue.  I licked,
sucked and nibbled all around the base of his peepee and down to his tight
little ballsack.  Licking all around the sides of his little marble holder,
I cleaned away the sweet flavors of fermented Adam urine before ever so
gently taking the package in its entirety into my mouth.  I swirled my
tongue around the smooth flesh as I sucked away.

   As I lay there, my face plastered to the groin of a little soon to be
five year old boy, the melodic sounds of his "ohhhh oh oh ohhhhhh" filling
my ears, I just didn't want it to end.  And although I should have been
repulsed sucking and licking at his very dirty, very private boy parts, I
wasn't.  Instead, I wanted to bring him pleasures that he had never
experienced before.  I had connected with this sweet, young, innocent boy.
A boy who, very much like me, was a plaything, used to bring unnatural
pleasure to someone older, just by virtue of his youthfulness.  There must
be something I could do to right the wrongs.  Some pleasure that I could
impart that would make Adam feel like he wasn't just an unwitting
receptacle for someone else's "cum".

   As I pondered these thoughts, still sucking his ballsack, my hands began
absentmindedly massaging the two small mounds of flesh that were Adam's
ass. As my fingers dipped into the crease of his butt cheeks, I thought
about the pain of the assault on my own butt just a week before.  I was
horrified as I imagined what Adam must endure as he lay down, Devin and God
only knows who else, stuffing their peepee into his tight little hole. 
Thoughts of the suffering of the intrusion and the lingering discomfort
that must have followed made me shiver.

   Looking up, I could see Adam's eyes were closed, very gently and
peaceful, almost like he was asleep.  His mouth was slightly ajar and a
couple times his tongue darted out as he licked his lips.  He was content.
I felt good about that.  But now I was going to do one more thing for him.
I was going to bring him pleasure where others brought him pain.  I
decided, in my own not quite ten year old brain, warped as it was by having
been subjected to the unnatural advances of others, what I needed to do. 
As gross as it sounded, especially on a boy who so desperately needed a
bath, I was going to do it.  I was going to lick his butthole.

   As I pulled my mouth away from his ballsack, Adam opened his eyes and,
looking down at me, a smile spread across his sweet face.  I smiled back
and said "Close yours eyes, I'm not finished yet".  His eyes closed tightly
but the smile never left his face.  Pulling my hands up, I raised his
bottom from the bed.  Placing my thumbs into the crease of his butt, I
spread his snow white cheeks and peered inside.

   I'm not really sure what I expected to see when I looked down, but I was
surprised at what I saw.  I guess, based on what I had experienced so far,
I thought I was going to see a cakey mess of dried poop and whatever else
might be hiding inside those plump little mounds.  Instead I discovered
very little "dirt", just a few light streaks, mostly smeared across the
inner fold of one of the "cheeks".  What really surprised me I guess was
the actual hole itself.  When I spread the cheeks open, the hole actually
opened also.  And although the opening was rather small, about the diameter
of a pencil eraser, it wasn't the tightly closed ring that I had expected
(Bobby had bent over and opened his cheeks one day because he had wanted me
to watch him fart.  I had also looked at my own butthole in the mirror
several days prior, after I had been "butt fucked" to make sure nothing was
broken back there.  On both of those occasions what I saw was a tightly
clenched pucker, not the open hole that Adam had.)

   The other thing I noticed was the ring of flesh right around the hole
itself.  It was discolored.  Rather than a pink circle of flesh, it was
more of a purplish blue color.  Like the color of a fresh bruise.  I
immediately suspected that both of there odd conditions had something to do
with Adam being "buttfucked".  That suspicion only reinforced my resolve to
bring Adam the pleasure I truly thought he deserved and in my mind I
silently cursed Devin for causing this kid the pain that he must have felt.

   Pushing my face into the spread cheeks, I took a little sniff.  I could
smell a little poop odor but it wasn't as bad as I expected.  There was
still a strong smell of dried piss and that was actually more prevalent
than the smell of poop.  As the tip of my nose touched against Adam's
butthole, I looked up and could see his eyes were open again and he was
staring at me, a quizzical look on his face.  I pulled my face back just a
bit and said "Please don't fart, ok?" As much as I wanted to make Adam feel
good, I wasn't really keen on getting a face full of stink, which, for some
odd reason was my most immediate concern.  He nodded, smiled and closed his
eyes again just as I leaned forward, thrust out my tongue, and took a lick.

   "Oh" Adam exclaimed as my wet tongue hit his flesh "That feels good". 
His squeaky words were just the encouragement I needed and I began taking
long licks from the base of his spine, all the way up to his ballsack,
amazed really that all I tasted was the dried pee, mixed just a bit with a
new, slightly bitter flavor that I assumed belonged to the little poopy
smears that were now rapidly fading with each pass of my tongue.  After
about twenty of those lollypop style licks, everything freshly cleaned, I
turned and sucked the silky soft flesh of the inside of first one, then the
other butt cheek.  I actually sucked them so hard I left a little red mark
on each one.  "Hicky" wasn't a term I knew at the time, but a "hicky" it
was.  Presumably Adam's first, and they were nestled inside the chubby
flesh of his sweet bottom.

   I then ran my tongue all around the little dilated opening of Adam's
butthole.  An even louder "Oh" came from his mouth and he squeezed his
butthole tight, momentarily clenching it around my tongue.  I pulled the
little cheeks apart and continued licking the hole, eventually pushing my
tongue up inside the opening and swirling it around before setting my mouth
lips tight against his butt "lips".  I could only assume that Devin had not
visited this hole recently, nor was Adam in need of taking a crap, because
if either had been the case, the sheer force of my sucking lips against his
opening would surely have delivered either cum, or poop, or both right into
my mouth.  Fortunately, I was spared from either occurrence.

   The sucking of his butthole brought another series of "Oh, oh, oh"
sounds from Adam as he began gyrating his hips ever so slightly back and
forth across my attentive lips and mouth.  I continued my assault
(ass-ault, that's kinda funny thinking about it now) on his hole, sucking
ever harder and more forcefully.  "Oh OH, oohhHHHH" Adam exclaimed pushing
his bottom tight against my face.  His entire body was stiff and shaking
and with one final high pitched squeak, Adam's lower body shook in orgasm
and he collapsed back down on my bed.

   At just that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by Devin's
voice calling out "Hey, you guys almost done?  Hurry up man, I wanna play."
I looked up at Adam as I climbed from the bed and walked to the door.  He
had his eyes closed and looked so peaceful.  "I did it" I thought to
myself. I had really made him feel good.  I had brought him the pleasure
that he truly deserved.  As I unlocked the door, Devin charged in asking
"What took so long?" He had a very noticeable bulge in the front of his
shorts and I knew he was ready for service.

   "Listen Devin" I began, "I don't want you to buttfuck Adam".  Devin shot
me a confused look as he responded.  "Why not?" he asked.  "Because it
hurts Devin" I said.  "I don't think you realize how much it hurts when
someone does that to you".  "Yeah" Adam chimed in, sitting up on the bed,
"It does hurt.  Why you gotta do that?" Devin stared at his feet a few
moments before muttering "I don't know, it feels good to me".  "Well it
doesn't feel good to us" I responded, feeling a little braver than I was.
Shoot, Devin was older and bigger than me and could easily pound my head in
and then "buttfuck" me and Adam both if he wanted.  Realizing that was a
very dangerous possibility, my brain racing for a solution, I decided to
try something that I figured would give him an "out".

   "How about this" I suggested, "If you stop buttfucking Adam, I will suck
you anytime you want".  Devin thought for a minute while I stood there,
hoping, in my hastily devised scheme, I wasn't setting myself up again. 
Adam sat quietly on the bed chewing one of his fingernails, a quizzical
look on his face.  "Any time I want.  You swear?" he asked.  "I swear" I
responded, "but if you break your promise Devin, I also swear that I will
tell, and I mean it.  No more buttfucking Adam." Devin stood thinking a
moment later before he said "It's a deal" and stuck his hand out for a
"shake".  While we were shaking hands, little Adam said "Yay" and clapped
his hands.

   As we let go of our handshake, Devin reached over and put his hands on
my shoulders.  "I need it now" he said, pushing me to my knees.  I slid his
shorts down and went to work.  Apparently Devin really did "need it now"
because in less than a minute he was squirting his salty "baby juice" into
the back of my mouth.  As I swallowed it down and pulled away, I noticed
that Adam was standing next to us.  He had a little smile on his face and
before I could stand back up, he threw his arms around my neck and gave me
a big hug.  "Thank you" he peeped as I stood, his arms still locked around
my neck and carried him to the bed.  "You're welcome" I whispered in his
ear "now let's get your clothes on".

   That night, my face between dad's legs sucking and slurping, I thought
back and envisioned myself back in Adam's groin.  I could almost smell his
urine again as I wondered if everything I had gone through, used by Bobby,
Devin and my own father had somehow taken place to lead me between Adam's
legs.  To my decision to pleasure his butthole after the discovery and
realization of what he was enduring.  And maybe, hopefully, the deal I made
with Devin would spare little Adam from anymore of that suffering.  And so,
as dad started spurting and I started swallowing, I finally felt like I
understood why this had all taken place.  Unfortunately, it wasn't over. 
Not by a long shot.
   End of part 4 To be continued.