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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 6

   The first movie Mr.  Jarkot chose was titled "Oral Fun".  I must admit I
was quite intrigued as I watched my first ever pornographic movie, quite
amazed at the oral talents of the various people.  Women with very large
breasts were slobbering all over the biggest peepee's I had ever seen in my
life.  They were sucking these gigantic peepees all the way into their
throats, and then licked all around the hairy nutsacks before sucking the
peepee back in again.  And when the men would "cum", there was so much that
I thought the ladies would drown, their mouth hanging open as squirt after
endless squirt poured inside.  Then the men would put their mouths between
the legs of the ladies and lick their hairy privates until the women would
cry out.

   The boys sat on the couch, very attentive to the movie, only snickering
occasionally.  They didn't seem nearly as rowdy as when I had met them
several years before.  They were each dressed only in a pair of shorts. 
Matt's were blue with a white stripe and Oscar's were brown with a red
stripe.  Matt's shorts were so tight that they looked like they had been
painted on his two, firm buttcheeks.  They were both very obviously excited
and were rubbing themselves throughout the movie.  Mr.  Jarkot provided
commentary, explaining all about how the women were "sluts" and were
"deepthroating" the men's "cock".  When the "cum" squirted out, he went
into great detail about "sperm" and how babies were made.  And then as the
men licked the women between their legs, Mr.  Jarkot explained about
"eating pussy" (although it looked more like licking than eating to me).

   The movie was only around fifteen minutes long and as soon as it was
finished, Mr.  Jarkot asked "Well, who wants to go first?" Both boys jumped
up and said "Me" at the same time, so it was decided that Oscar, who was
technically the "older" of the two (he came out a minute before Matt
apparently) would get to go first.  I knew full well what was expected of
me, so I got up and started walking to the bedroom.  Oscar was right behind
me as Mr.  Jarkot shouted out "Make sure you do it right.  Be a good little
slut".

   Once inside, Oscar stood staring at me, and me at him.  He had short
brown hair, a little wavy, and had a nicely tanned, thin body.  There was
no hair on his arms, chest or legs.  His brown eyes twinkled and he started
smiling as he said "Man this is going to be great, huh?" "For you I guess"
I muttered in response.  Oscar didn't pay much attention to my downcast
demeanor as he quickly slid his shorts and underwear down and hopped on the
bed.  His peepee was very stiff, and larger than mine, but not as big as
Devin's (the boys were a year younger than Devin but were also a much
smaller build, in fact, they really weren't much bigger than me and I was
two years younger than them.  I guess it had something to do with them
being twins).  There was no extra skin on it and just a few dark hairs
right above his peepee, none on his balls or anywhere else.

   He yanked on his peepee a few times before he laid back, spread his
legs, which were dangling over the side of the bed, and said "Ok slut, suck
me".  I didn't really appreciate being called a "slut".  I was a boy, not a
girl, but I figured arguing would only cause trouble, so I shuffled to the
edge of the bed and sank to my knees.  I could see that Oscar was tan all
over, his groin area just slightly lighter than the rest of his body.  The
head of his peepee was light purple in color and was just a little thicker
than the shaft.  His hairless ballsack was as light as the rest of his
groin and I could see two nice sized eggs protruding at the bottom.

   Mimicking the "sluts" in the movie, I began by licking first one, then
the other side of Oscar's groin.  Thankfully, he was relatively clean, just
a little flavor of dried sweat.  I licked all around his ballsack before
taking it into my mouth and sucking on the eggs for a minute.  Oscar leaned
back and groaned as I released the fleshy pouch, raised my face to his
peepee and slid my mouth down to the base.  The effect was immediate.  "Oh
shit" Oscar exclaimed just as his lower body tensed and his peepee sent
forth three very powerful squirts in the back of my mouth.  His very runny
"cum" had almost no flavor to it and I quickly swallowed it down.  "Uhngh,
ungh" Oscar continued as a few more dribbles spilled onto my tongue.

   I pulled my mouth slowly up, sucking up and swallowing down the
remaining discharge before sitting back and looking up at a very content
Oscar, who was still laying back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. 
"That...was...awesome" was all he managed to spit out in between breaths.
We had been in the bedroom less than five minutes total.  "That was easy,
maybe this wont be so bad after all I thought to myself".  Oh, how wrong I
was again.

   Mr.  Jarkot opened the door even before Oscar could get up and grab his
shorts.  "How are things going?" he inquired.  "That was great" Oscar
exclaimed, "he swallowed my sperm real good".  Still laying back on the
bed, he had a wide smile and wasn't the least bit inhibited about being
naked, and freshly sucked, right in front of his father.  "Outstanding" Mr.
Jarkot replied "Did you practice licking pussy yet?" Licking pussy?  How
was that supposed to happen?  Neither of us had a "pussy".

   Apparently the quizzical expressions on our faces confirmed to Mr. 
Jarkot that we had no idea what he was talking about so he started to
explain.  "Well, technically, neither of you have a pussy like the girls in
the movie" he said, "but that doesn't mean that Bryce can't lick the hole
you do have".  I knew right away what he was talking about.  Oscar needed a
roadmap though so Mr.  Jarkot continued on, explaining how good it felt to
get "the man's pussy" licked.  Before he left the room, he again cautioned
me to "do it right" and reminded me about how the men in the movie had not
just licked, but had sucked on and put their tongues deep inside the
"pussy", and that I should not stop until Oscar had another orgasm, just
like the "sluts" had.

   Shit.  Literally and figuratively I guess.  Here I was having to lick
another butthole.  Unlike Devin, who I just flat out refused, or little
Adam, whose butt I licked because I loved him so, this butt, and the one
belonging to Matt, were going to get licked whether I liked it or not. 
"Man I hope he's clean" I thought as I turned back to the bed.  As I again
dropped to my knees I thought about Mr.  Jarkot's comment about making
Oscar "cum" again.  I remembered that Adam had an orgasm pretty quick when
I had licked his butthole, but also realized that Oscar had just "cum" in
my mouth.  Unfortunately I was pretty sure, based on my experiences with
Bobby, it was going to take him some time before he was ready to "cum"
again.

   I grabbed his legs and pushed them up towards his head.  As I did, his
lower body started to fold and his bottom came into view.  "It's not so
bad" I thought to myself, peering between his open buttcheeks.  Although it
wasn't spotless, it was much cleaner than the mess in Devin's butt had
been. Just a few streaks across the cheeks and a brownish film around the
tight hole.  I looked up.  I could see that Oscar's peepee was still wet
from my earlier sucking, but it was now soft, laying gently across his
groin.  Looking up further, I saw Oscar was staring straight into my eyes,
a sneer on his lips as he spoke.  "Lick the pussy, slut" he ordered.

   Leaning forward, I could clearly smell a "poop" odor, although it wasn't
overwhelming, just enough to remind me that this was the hole that "poop"
comes from and now I would be licking it.  I stuck my tongue out and swiped
at the folds of the butt cheeks.  Just like Adam had been, Oscar was
startled by my tongue and his lower body clenched up.  By now he was
holding his own legs up and I was able to use my hands to pry his cheeks
apart and began licking up and down the length of his crack.  Just like
with Adam, the streaks of poopy were washed away pretty quickly, as was the
brown film around his butthole as my tongue swiped across it like a
washcloth.

   When it was sufficiently clean, I put my mouth directly on the hole and
started sucking.  "Mmmmm, oh yeah, mmmmm" Oscar moaned out as the tip of my
tongue pierced the tight ring.  "Oh that's, ohhh, that's really good" he
croaked out as my tongue plowed deeper inside his butt canal.  Sucking and
licking, probing and swirling, I got a pretty good rhythm going and
realized it wasn't too bad.  At least he was relatively clean, the
bitterness of his poop flavors now long gone, all I could taste was his
flesh as his bottom squirmed back and forth on my face.

   Oscar continued his quiet moans of pleasure as one minute turned to two
and two turned to three.  Licking, sucking, probing and swirling, the
obscene slurping noises of my mouth against his butthole were pretty loud.
After around five minutes, my jaw was beginning to get tired, but I noticed
that his peepee had finally stiffened once again and he was starting to use
his hand on it, stroking it up and down very slowly.  Still, I licked and
sucked and within another minute I could tell he was getting close.  His
legs were starting to tremble, his moans were getting louder and his hand
was now flying up and down on his peepee pretty fast.

   Very suddenly, Oscar cried out "Oh fuck, Oh fucking shit" and his bottom
clenched tight again, his butthole squeezing down on my tongue.  Pulling my
face away, I could see the squirts of clear "cum" as they fired up out of
his peepee and onto his chest.  Three quick blasts were followed by a
series of dribbles onto his hand.  When he was finished, his legs dropped
down and his hand, covered with "cum", lay motionless across his softening
peepee.  He was panting again as I leaned forward and began cleaning his
hand, groin and chest with my mouth, sucking up the tasteless, gooey mess.

   After I finished cleaning Oscar's discharge off his groin and chest, he
quickly rose, retrieved his shorts and underwear and departed, not even
bothering to put his clothes on.  Mr.  Jarkot and Matt entered the room a
few moments later.  Matt had already disposed of his shorts, presumably in
the living room, and was standing naked next to his father, sporting a
stiff peepee and an anxious look.  "One down and one to go" Mr.  Jarkot
said, slapping me on the back.  "I didn't really think about it before, but
why don't you go ahead and strip down yourself" he directed.  "No need for
clothes here, it's just us guys and it will make it a little easier as time
goes on".

   "A little easier on who?" I thought as I pulled my shirt over my head,
slid out of my shorts and underwear and Mr.  Jarkot collected them from me.
"I'll keep these safe with the rest of your clothes" he remarked as he
turned towards the door.  "And remember, do Matt really good" he said as he
patted his own groin, grinning at me.  And as he closed the door, there I
stood, feeling awkwardly out of place.  Sure Matt was also naked, but he
was excited, as evidence by his stiff peepee.  My own peepee just lay down
between my legs, just as dejected as I was, perhaps understanding that this
wasn't about my pleasure.  I was here as an instrument to someone else's
pleasure.  And now, without my clothes at least, I felt all the more
vulnerable in that role.

   I looked at Matt.  Although they were both relatively "good looking"
boys, Matt was, I thought, the cuter of the two.  His blond hair was short,
but thick and course.  He seldom smiled, and more often than not had a more
serious look on his face, which I guess made him look meaner than his
brother.  His skin was lighter than Oscar's, although he was still tanned,
but the lightness of his groin was more of a contrast to the rest of his
body than Oscar's had been.  I couldn't see any body hair, not even any
above his peepee like Oscar had.  He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned his
slender body all the way back and spread his legs.  His peepee, which was
about the same size as Oscar's, was laying tight against his abdomen.  His
ballsack, smooth and crinkly, dangled below, resting on the bedsheet.

   I walked to the bed and slid to my knees.  My jaw was still aching from
all the action on Oscar's butthole, and so I thought I might try a
different approach this time.  I figured if I could get him to "cum"
quicker by licking his butthole first, sucking leisurely on his peepee for
the second orgasm would be easier.  Grabbing Matt's smooth legs, I hoisted
them up to reveal his bottom.  Not much different than Oscar's had been
although not quite as clean.  The same brownish film around his hole, but
much more in the poop smear department across the butt cheeks.  The odor
wasn't much different, not overwhelming, but it was a butthole and it did
smell like one.

   I started by licking along the butt cheeks, the bitterness of the poop
smears immediately identifiable in my mouth.  Matt was not nearly as jumpy
as Oscar had been and barely moved as I licked, cleaning across the inner
folds and down into the valley below.  When the tip of my tongue hit the
brown hole, he did shift his hips a bit and make an "oh" sound but then he
remained mostly quiet and almost completely still as I progressed.  Licking
all around the hole it was soon a glistening bright pink ring of flesh. 
Locking my lips on the little ring, I applied my sucking pressure and slid
my tongue inside.  Once again, his hips shifted and Matt made some very low
moaning noises, but he continued to maintain his composure.  It was when I
started swirling my tongue around just inside the tight hole that he
actually started reacting, both vocally and physically.

   I felt his lower body start slowly stiffening as my tongue continued
burrowing inside.  I knew he had to be close because his low moans were
starting to get louder and a little more ragged.  "Oh...ohh....oh...OHHhhh"
he moaned and with that, my tongue as far inside as I could push, I pulled
it straight out and sucked as hard as I could at his butthole ring.  That
was all it took.  Matt cried out, and without even touching his peepee, it
erupted, sending squirt after squirt of his "cum" splashing across his
upper body.

   After waiting for him to "come down" from his "cum up" (well I thought
it was funny anyway) I stood up, bent over his upper body and began
cleaning the clear liquid from his chest.  The runny juice had squirted
clear up to above his nipples.  It appeared to be the same consistency as
Oscar's had been, mostly clear, a little gooey, but it had a slightly sweet
tasting flavor whereas Oscar's had been virtually tasteless.  I dutifully
licked it up with my tongue, swallowing it down as I went and within a few
moments, it was all gone.

   Kneeling back down between his legs, I spread them open and began
licking up and down the inner folds of his thighs.  I knew I was going to
have to get him off again, but figured that his peepee would be too
sensitive right away to start sucking again so soon (Bobby and Devin both
had complained because they couldn't stand being sucked right after they
squirt their "cum").  Matt's groin had a bit more "flavor" than Oscar's,
just the slightest traces of stale piss, mixed with dried sweat.  Again,
these tastes disappeared within a few licks.  The flesh of his thighs and
inner groin were baby smooth and not at all unpleasant, so I didn't mind
the licking there while I waited for his peepee to recover sufficiently for
a suck job.

   Moving to his ballsack, I once again licked all around the sticky flesh
before sucking the two little globes into my mouth.  Matt squirmed just a
little as I did so, once again making barely audible "ummmm" noises at the
same time.  I could see that his peepee was beginning to stiffen a little,
so as I let his balls fall from my mouth, I shifted upward slightly to the
fleshy tube and sucked it in.  It was still far from erect, and it was a
unique experience feeling it actually stiffen and lengthen as I sucked away
at it.  My jaws were still quite sore from the prolonged actions on Oscar's
butthole, so I did a leisurely suck while rolling my tongue around the
spongy head and down the tubular shaft.

   After a minute or two, Matt had stiffened fully and I found myself
bobbing up and down on his erectness.  Slowly at first, I built up my speed
over the next few minutes until the slurping sounds of my mouth rapidly
sliding up and down were clearly audible and more than drowned out his
whimpered responses.  With very little outward notice, Matt very suddenly
"spermed" in my mouth.  I literally didn't even know it was happening until
I felt the jets splashing at the back of my throat and tasted the sweetness
of his juice.  There were no vocal noises, no stiffening of his thighs,
just one second I was sucking away and the next I had a mouthful of "cum"
that I was quickly swallowing down.  When he finished spraying, Matt merely
moved his hand to the back of my head, pushed me down full on his groin for
an instant, and then slowly lifted my face from between his legs.  I sucked
the residue of his discharge as he did so and when my mouth cleared his
softening peepee, I swallowed once again, and was done.

   Afterwards, we returned to the living room.  Oscar and Matt made no
effort to redress, and I had no idea where my clothes were, so we sat there
naked as Mr.  Jarkot (who was still dressed) quizzed the boys on how their
"first blowjob" felt.  They both seemed quite happy with how things
transpired and chatted unabashedly to their father about the "tingly"
feelings they got as they were "cumming" in my mouth.  Matt was especially
enthusiastic about having his butthole licked and said "I can't wait for
him to do that again." He went so far as to suggest that "Maybe after I
take a dump, Bryce's tongue could be my toilet paper!"

   This, to me was the ultimate revulsion and I was thoroughly disgusted by
even such a thought.  What would make someone even think of such a thing?
How sick a person would have to be to even think that another person would
lick their freshly vacated butthole.  Surely, I thought, Mr.  Jarkot would
admonish his disgusting son for even making such a revolting statement. 
But as I sat there, in all my exposed nakedness, I was shocked when Mr. 
Jarkot, far from taking exception to Matt's comment, actually responded by
saying "I bet that would feel really good son, but I bet there is something
even better".  Even better?  Better in the sense that licking a dirty
butthole is less better?  I was confused, shocked, revolted and fearful,
all at the same time.
   End of part 6.  To be continued.