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Sexual Perversions - 2
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

These are eroticized stories of my actual sexual 
experiences growing up. In this chapter, at 14 years of 
age, I discover my obsession with porn novels and 
masturbation, along with my brother and his friends 
using me for their pleasure. (M+/mm-teens, nc, inc, 
oral, anal)

***

PART 2

I was 13 years old by the end of the winter in 1967. 

I was just developing into puberty and I had discovered 
masturbation. I loved jerking off. It was incredible. I 
was masturbating as often as I could, actually 
wondering if other people knew they could do this.

I had had some intense sexual encounters when I was 
younger (to be found in Sexual Perversions - My Sex 
Life #1), but they were, by and large, isolated 
incidents that occurred with my father; childhood 
friends; and my brother.

Then, I discovered porn novels.

I had two older brothers and an older sister. My sister 
is nine years older than I was, and she was already 
married by this time. One brother is a year and a half 
older than I am - Mark. And Jeff, my other brother was 
6 years older than I. Jeff was off at college and I 
didn't see him much any more. But he and his buddies 
had built a sort of recreation room /party room in the 
basement they called the "Dun," sort of a combination 
of dungeon and den. There were all sorts of couches and 
pillows and posters and colored lights. 

Over the years we painted the walls weird (this was the 
sixties) and just freaked it up in general. There was a 
little back room in the Dun where a friend and I had 
played "bets," where I, the loser, ended up giving him 
a blow job, and where I had interrupted Jeff making out 
with his girlfriend and he had finished his frustrated 
"coitus interruptus" in my young mouth.

One of the things that Mark and I would do a lot is 
search each other's rooms and anyplace else we felt 
like in the big, six bedroom house that we grew up in. 

We were always thinking up secret hiding places that 
nobody (so we thought) else could find. Jeff was away 
at college, so all the boxes that he had piled up in 
the Dun were fair game for searching. I really hadn't 
found anything of interest, but then again, I had never 
searched to the bottom of the pile. I guess Jeff had 
been counting on that, because that's where I found his 
collection of pornographic novels.

I spent the next several years, all of my adolescent 
and teenage life, getting a very hot education on sex - 
Sex with women; sex with girls; sex with boys and girls 
and dogs; Dads and Moms with their pre-pubescent sons 
and daughters; adults with children and animals; women 
tied up and whipped in dungeons; women getting fucked 
in the cunt; getting fucked in the mouth; and getting 
fucked in the ass; kids fucking kids; sons getting it 
in the ass from their Dads; brothers fucking sisters; 
brothers fucking sisters and Dads and Moms and Aunts 
and Uncles and horses and bananas and whatever.....

I was masturbating to the Golden Age of the 
pornographic novel industry.

I then learned about everything that had happened to me 
sexually so far from the pornographic novel. Even 
though I knew these stories were fiction - based on my 
own, real experiences, I figured that there was a whole 
wide world of perversion out there - It was all 
forbidden; it just "Happened" if you were in the right 
place at the right time; and, nobody ever talked about 
it. I mean, my own father was a pervert and he was the 
straightest, most normal father that I knew of. As far 
as I knew, he and my mother didn't even fuck. My older 
brother was pervert. And, based on my being enthralled 
by Jeff's porn novels, I was a Huge Pervert... 

This was my outlook on life for many years to come. 
Forbidden. Wrong. Perversion. And Total Secrecy. 

I loved my brother's porn collection. To this day, I 
have never seen such a variety of sensual degradation. 
He must have had a hundred different novels.

I fantasized and fantasized....

...Young twins, my age, a boy and a girl, camping on an 
island, both getting fucked in the ass by their father 
and their uncle... 

...A beach bum, fucking a very young girl on the beach, 
after first having inserted a banana into her cunt and 
then licking and eating it out...

...A woman, naked, hanging in chains in a dungeon, 
being whipped and tortured by her captor, shoving 
barbed dildos up her ass and cunt... 

...An older sister coming in naked to her young brother 
and waking him up from sleep by sucking him off and 
then fucking him.... (I really liked that one :)

...An older brother raping his young sister while his 
cousin waited his turn, both of them fucking her in her 
ass, her cunt and mouth.... 

...A young woman in a special harness so that she could 
get fucked by a horse, the description of his huge cock 
opening her up in massive detail....

...My favorite story that I read again and again of a 
girl, naked, getting fucked by the family dog in a 
garage while her brother and all of his friends 
watched, until they too fucked her over and over and 
over again.... 

...And on and on and on. These books shaped my 
sexuality for all time. Porn was my master and for the 
rest of my life, nothing was too bizarre, too kinky, or 
too dangerous - as long as it made me hard. Which, at 
those teenaged pubescent years, everything made me hard 
and my daily orgasms seemed endless...

**

In the autumn of 1967, my brother Mark (who was then 15 
years old) and I were having an argument about me 
supposedly stealing his comic books. Mark was about 6 
feet tall at this point (he eventually reached 6'4") 
and weighed about 240 pounds. He could have been a 
linebacker. He had dark hair, no glasses and was pretty 
good looking for a big fat guy. He had begun to grow 
his hair longer (it almost touched his ears). Hey, it 
was 1967.

The subject went to ridiculing each other's secret 
hiding places and how easy they were to find. Mark 
finally said, "All right, I'll make you a bet. I'll bet 
that I can hide this piece of paper in my room and you 
can't find it in fifteen minutes."

"That's a stupid bet," I said. "I'll win. And if I do, 
I get to keep the comic books."

"Yeah," said Mark. "Well, if I win, you have to blow 
me!"

"Sure," I said. "It's a bet."

The odd thing was, was that I really didn't think about 
it. We were both pissed at each other and I never 
figured that I'd have to pay up anyway. In spite of 
everything I'd already done and all of my pornographic 
reading fantasies, it simply never crossed my mind that 
my brother wasn't just making a ridiculous bet.

To make a long story short, especially the last few 
minutes when I begged him for clues like "hot" and 
"cold," I didn't find the paper. (He had hidden it 
inside his telephone.)

Mark promptly pulled off his pants, lay down on the bed 
and told me to pay up. 

His 6 inch cock was hard but only about 3 or 4 inches 
around. However, it was curved almost like a boomerang. 
I stared at it without moving. It looked really odd to 
me. He had a few dark, fine curly pubic hairs, but even 
though he was older, he was almost at the exact same 
developmental stage as I was. But my cock wasn't shaped 
like that. The curve was strange. My dick was straight 
when it got hard. 

My brother interrupted my thoughts.

"Do it now," he demanded. "We made a bet. You want to 
be a welsher?"

I didn't want him to tattle on me for not paying up on 
my bet (Hey, I already told you that I was a fairly 
stupid adolescent. "Like who was he gonna tell," never 
occurred to me.) so, I tentatively bent down and put my 
mouth over the head of his hard dick.

"Go ahead," he said, "blow me."

I some idea of what to do, so I started moving my mouth 
up and down, my lips lightly touching the sides of his 
cock, literally blowing hot air on his dick. I don't 
know what this would have achieved, but he began 
jerking the bottom of his prick as I blew on the top. 
After about ten seconds of this, he yelled, "Yeah!, 
Ahhhhhh!" and lifted up his hips to thrust his dick 
farther into my mouth. At the same time I clamped down 
with my lips to keep him from gagging me. 

His hips shuddered and his cock started pulsing and I 
felt a hot salty goo splash up against the back of my 
throat. I didn't know if I should swallow or spit it 
out in disgust, like they did sometimes in the porn 
novels. (My other brother's rape of my mouth was over a 
year ago.) I backed off, but at the same time, Mark 
kept on cumming, filling up my mouth even as I pulled 
off of him. I wanted to see him cum so I pulled my head 
off his cock to look, gagging and swallowing all at 
once, a glob of semen dripping out of my mouth as 
another shot of cum hit me on my upper lip. I was 
absolutely fascinated. Mark continued to fist his dick, 
shuddering and pumping until his orgasm stopped.

I wiped the semen off my nose and face and looked at it 
while I swallowed the last of salty residue, rubbing my 
tongue around my teeth to get out the taste. This was 
his cum!

As in: "I'M CUMMMMING, AS HIS HOT WAD SPLASHED ALL OVER 
HER TITS AND FACE!" This was jizm, spunk, sperm. And 
now I actually knew what it was.

I had been reading these fuck books for so long now and 
masturbating, but I hadn't been producing any sperm. 
So, now I was totally fascinated by the idea of his 
sperm. I wondered if Mark's sperm tasted different from 
Jeff's sperm. I was lost in the perverse pleasure of 
eating my brother's cum... But, by this time, my 
brother was embarrassed and his dick was starting to 
get soft, so he looked at me and said, " You faggot. 
You're disgusting. Go clean up."

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom where I 
rinsed my mouth out and cleaned my hands and face.

As I have noted, sex and deeply personal issues were 
never discussed in our family, so therefore neither my 
brother nor I ever talked about this incident. The next 
time we discussed it, it was more or less, 
accidental... 

1967 passed without any more sexual encounters - but I 
still lived in an array of pornographic fantasies.

**

I was 14 years old in the summer of 1968.

I had been masturbating everyday or more for the last 
two years to the incredible scenes of my older brother, 
Jeff's, vast collection of hard core porn novels. At 
some point in time, I had finally started producing 
sperm when I jacked off and my cock was bigger and I 
had a fine red patch of pubic hair.

Mark was 16. We had never discussed the blow job I had 
given him, nor did I discuss sex with any of my 
friends. I still believed that sex was supposed to be 
Perverted and Secret.

The first week that school was out in June, it turned 
really warm. Mark and I both wanted to go camping out 
in the back yard. Except he wanted to invite his 
friends and didn't want me along. Our mother made him 
include me so, reluctantly, he did.

His friends were Jimmy and Tim. Tim lived a couple of 
blocks away was the most mature of Mark's friends. He 
was a little shorter than Mark, but with a muscular 
build and dark hair. He shaved everyday. Jimmy was the 
least mature of Mark's friends and lived across the 
street. He was skinny and my height. Even though he, 
Tim and Mark were older and two grades ahead of me in 
school, Jimmy and I played with each other and he had 
wanted to fool around when we camped out together. But, 
he was a little too aggressive and weird for me back 
before I actually knew about sex, so we didn't do 
anything. But I knew that his cock was the same size as 
mine when it got hard, maybe 6 inches now.

When the four of us were in the tent, inside our 
sleeping bags, I took off my underwear inside the bag. 
I had started sleeping naked all the time and it turned 
me on to be crammed into this tent with three other 
guys who didn't know I was naked. Everything was secret 
perverted porn to me. I was softly stroking myself 
when, in the darkness, I heard Jimmy next to me ask, 
"Are you playing with yourself?"

Startled, my hand left my stiff cock. What was he 
getting at? Years ago, Jimmy and I had more or less 
fondled each other at least once, but why was he asking 
me this "in public?" 

I thought about it and I tentatively whispered to him, 
"Maybe.."

"It's called jerking off," said Jimmy, not whispering. 
"You want to do it together?"

"Uhhhh..." I said, grabbing my naked cock again, 
feeling oddly embarrassed and tremendously excited that 
Mark and Tim were listening to this. 

"It's called masturbation, you retards," said my 
brother from the other side of Tim, "and Dad'll kill 
you if he ever catches you doing it."

"What?" I was startled. 

Thoughts of my father telling me never to tell anyone 
about sex surfaced in my mind. Thoughts of getting 
fucked as a little kid by my father's friends came 
forward. Damn! This was supposed to be secret. I was 
suddenly afraid that my brother would tell on me... 
Maybe he got fucked too! Maybe he was going to tell 
everyone what a faggot I was... But my cock was hard 
and I couldn't just say nothing. I couldn't just let 
him get away with this threat in my mind. I had to say 
something. My mouth took over.

"Are you going to tell him? You jerk off, don't you?" I 
said. And then, I made a fatal mistake and added, 
"Cocksucker."

"I'm not the cock sucker," said Mark, "You are."

My heart suddenly began beating very fast. This was not 
fair, I thought, but not being very good at thinking on 
my feet and still worried what he might say, I said 
feebly, "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you suck my cock like you did last year?" 
said Mark savagely. He was getting back at me because I 
insisted on sleeping out with him and Tim and Jimmy.

"Hey, what's this about," said Tim next to me. "Greggy 
sucks cock?"

"Yeah," said Mark, "He chomped down on my tool real 
good last time. He loved it."

"Mark!" I said in dismay, my heart racing and my hand 
squeezing my erection. 

I was turned on, but how could he betray me like this? 
But again, my stupid mouth betrayed me. 

"You're the one that liked it!" I blurted out.

"Shit!" said Tim, "and here I am pissed off that we 
can't look at the Playboys I brought because your 
little brother is here and he turns out to be a cock 
sucker."

"You can't tell anyone!" I insisted as my mouth kept on 
going.

"Wow, neat." said Jimmy. "You really sucked your 
brother's cock? I did that..."

"I don't want to talk about it," I said lamely, 
interrupting him, not caring about his confession.

Tim and Mark ignored Jimmy also as Tim got out of his 
sleeping bag and rummaged through his knapsack. He 
pulled out a few well worn Playboy magazines and threw 
them down in front of us. Then, in the shadowy 
darkness, he took off his underwear and lay on his 
stomach on top of his sleeping bag. He turned on his 
flashlight and opened up one of the Playboys. 

In spite of my humiliation and fear of being found out, 
I scooted over, half out of my sleeping bag to get a 
look. So did Mark and Jimmy. Although I had been 
reading porn novels for awhile, I had never had a 
chance to look at any nude magazines. Jeff didn't have 
any in his collection. So I was fascinated.

We were all huddled together lying on our stomachs but 
Tim was the only one all the way out of his sleeping 
bag. I could see hair on the back of his muscular ass 
if I glanced backwards, which I did. My cock was still 
hard and I was gently rubbing it against my bag as Tim 
turned the pages.

"Far out," said my bother as Tim shone the light on the 
perfect breasts of a centerfold. I could see him moving 
around in his bag, and realized that he was getting off 
his underwear also.

We kept on looking at various sexually alluring 
pictures. Jimmy was half on his side, next to me and I 
could feel his arm moving under him as he stroked his 
hard manhood. 

"Shit, we gotta do something here," said Tim as he 
turned over, lay on his back and grabbed his erection.

He shined the flashlight on himself and my eyes bugged. 
His cock was the same length as the mine or Mark's but 
it was massively thick. And he was really hairy. He had 
hair on his chest; hairs were even growing around his 
big nipples, and the line of thick black hair went down 
his stomach to his large jutting cock which was 
surrounded by a thick bush. I could see his balls and 
they looked huge - big and black in the shadows. The 
tip of his tool was glistening in the light with 
precum.

"Hey, Greggy," said Tim grabbing his thick meat, "Why 
don't you suck on this?"

I froze, my eyes darting to my brother for support. But 
he looked away. He didn't egg Tim on, but he didn't say 
stop either. He was, I'm sure, of two very different 
minds about this. He was as horny as the rest of us, 
but I'm sure he was also regretting that he had told 
the guys about our personal, sexual "secret."

"Yeah Greg," Jimmy said, "Go ahead and do him."

He pulled his bag off and had his fist around his thin 
cock, pumping slowly up and down. His eyes shone with 
anticipation and he licked his lips.

I was between Jimmy and Tim and Mark was on the other 
side of Tim. I kept on looking at my brother and softly 
said, "Mark?"

"C'mon Greggy," said Tim. "You know you want to.. Let's 
see what you've got to show."

Tim unzipped my bag and shined the light on my ass.

"C'mon, turn it over," he said, giving my ass a hard 
smack!

"Ow," I complained as I rolled over away from his hand. 
My hard peter bounced into the flashlight and a sticky 
trail of precum stretched out from the bag to my cock, 
then broke.

"Hey, you're ready, c'mon," he said grabbing my stiff 
dick. "C'mon, suck me."

I again looked at Mark for help and hesitantly said, 
"Stop, I don't..." but, I didn't pull away from Tim's 
hot hand. 

My hips twitched involuntarily and my cock moved in his 
fist.

Now Mark said, " Hey, you're the one that wanted to 
sleep out here with the big boys. Why don't you go 
ahead and suck him."

I was dismayed at this betrayal by my older brother. He 
was supposed to protect me! Again, scenes of the Club 
in the pool, with men forcing their fat cocks into me; 
put there by my father, flashed into my head... With 
that, my will weakened. I felt very alone and when Tim 
let go of my dick, put his hand behind my neck and 
started guiding my head to his thick cock, I didn't 
know if I should resist.

"C'mon Greggy," said Jimmy, "Get on out of the bag."

He pushed my ass and I was manipulated to get on my 
hands and knees. I still didn't really want to do this, 
but I still didn't resist. This was real life porn, but 
it was weird, but my dick was so hot and hard... 
Jimmy's hands on my naked flesh turned me on and so did 
Tim's hand on my neck, forcing my face down towards his 
fat prick. My heart was racing as Tim positioned my 
head over his big cock. Jimmy moved his face down near 
my belly and reached out and touched my twitching tool. 
I groaned. 

"Man, that feels really good," one part of my mind was 
saying. Another part was terrified. And the danger part 
that liked doing crazy things without getting caught 
had my heart hammering and my cock buzzing.

"Yeah, baby," said Tim. He gave the flashlight to my 
brother who kept it shining on Tim's pole. 

Then Tim grabbed it and said, "Lick it." 

Craning my neck down, it looked like a huge mushroom. 
"What the hell," my flushed body sensually insisted, my 
wet cock now being stroked by Jimmy... "Do it!"

I licked the tip of his giant head, his hand still on 
the back of my neck, forcing me to taste his pre-cum.

"Mmmmm," he murmured, thrusting his hips up and mashing 
my lips with his cock. "Keep on licking. Lick it good."

Mark kept the light on us while grabbing his own 
erection. Jimmy let go of my trembling pole and got up 
on his knees behind me. He started jerking off while 
rubbing his hand, cock and body against my ass. It felt 
so good...

I was trapped by my own raging horniness, and I started 
licking the whole head of his dick as Tim's hand moved 
it back and forth.

"Great," he moaned.

This is what I had been reading about forever, so I had 
a better idea of what to do now, in spite of the fact 
that I still wanted a girl to do this to me. I 
remembered sucking on fat cocks... forced into my 
mouth... I licked the sides of his thick tool, wetting 
the stiff shaft. Jimmy's hands were on my naked ass and 
thighs as he humped his cock against my ass crack. I 
was on fire and my saliva covered Tim's flesh as I 
bathed his manmeat with my tongue. He moaned and moved 
his hand away as my tongue got to the base of his cock 
and I licked the top of his balls, grunting and moaning 
with my own erotic pleasure.

Suddenly Tim cried, "Suck it!" and with one hand on my 
head and another on his cock, he pulled back and forced 
his huge phallus into my mouth.

I frantically tried to open up, but his massive pole 
stretched my lips and filled my mouth. His hips were 
thrusting into to me and immediately the big head 
started hitting the back of my throat. I couldn't 
believe his huge hard on was filling my mouth, but now, 
this time, instead of trying to stop it, I was totally 
turned on by the whole fuck/suck scene. This was a 
pornographic fantasy come true! It was wildly erotic 
sucking Tim's cock with Jimmy beating off on my ass and 
my brother watching. It was a forbidden thing that had 
me outside myself, gasping for breath and totally 
losing any inhibitions I might have thought about. I 
was suddenly that 7 year old boy again, wanting 
desperately to be a fuck toy for my father's friends. I 
tried to breath through my nose, getting further 
aroused by the sex smell of the tent. I reached down 
and cupped Tim's balls and stupidly tried to get more 
of the enormous shaft into my mouth.

"What a pervert! This is great!" cried Jimmy as slap!, 
slap, slap, he hit his dick against my ass.

"Yeah, do it cock sucker!" yelled my brother as he 
watched, his hand working up and down his own pole.

"Now take it!" demanded Tim, " take my load in your 
mouth". He hips sped up his pumping and he started 
moaning "Take it!" 

Then he put both hands on the back of my head and 
thrust his massive tool hard into my mouth, choking 
into my throat, and his body shuddered as his hot seed 
shot out of his turgid tool, pumping down my throat. 
Blast after blast of his spunk kept cumming as he kept 
on thrusting and spewing his sperm. I was gagging and 
choking as I tried to breath and his massive prick kept 
on filling my fuck mouth with his cum... He forced me 
to swallow his load,, pumping his hot jizm into me 
until he was finally spent.

Only then did he let go. I gasped a huge shuddering 
breath as I came up for air, his sperm clogging my 
throat, the back of my mouth bruised - when my brother 
immediately grabbed me and said, "Now finish me off." 

I was panting hard and Tim's cum was still on my lips 
and tongue as Mark guided my head to his bent cock and 
thrust it between my lips. I had to lean over Tim's 
body and his wet cock rubbed against my stomach and 
chest. This time Mark had no reservations about 
slamming his dick all the way into to my throat. He 
kept his hand on the back of my neck as I tried to 
breathe again and take him in at the same time. It was 
actually a little easier as my gag reflex seemed to be 
desensitized and his tool was not nearly as thick as 
Tim's was. As he thrust his hips into my mouth, I felt 
Jimmy's cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass. 
He finally found the puckered bud of my anus and he 
started pressing against it with the tip of his thin 
hard manhood. I could feel his hands spreading my 
asscheeks, trying to open up my asshole enough to shove 
his cock inside. I was lost in the throes of passion, 
sucking my brother for all I was worth. I was 
struggling to breathe and suck my brother and my cock 
was burning with lust. I was so hot I felt like 
exploding myself. Then, lubricated slightly by his 
precum, Jimmy's small head pushed open my anal ring.

I heard Tim say, turning a little beneath me, "You 
homo, you're fucking him in the ass."

"Ungghhhhhh! NNNNnngghhh!!" I yelled through my 
brother's thrusting cock.

It was like somebody had shoved a sharp stick up my 
ass! Now the memories of me screaming in pain as men 
forced their cocks into my little boy's asshole at my 
father's Club came to mind. It hurt! I tried to move my 
butt, and I clenched my asshole, but Jimmy was pulling 
me, trying to dry fuck his peter farther into my 
wounded hole. And my brother had no interest in what 
was going on at the other end of me. 

He started yelling himself, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! 
Fuck me!" and his dick started pumping new cum into my 
mouth. At the same moment that Jimmy's thin rod was 
piercing my ass, Mark's dick thrust deep into my throat 
and he started shooting his hot goo directly down my 
gullet. I gagged and tried to pull off again, but he 
gripped my head tightly as he pumped more cum into my 
mouth.

Jimmy shoved his cock head deeper into my asshole and 
it felt like he was trying to wiggle a hot poker into 
me. It hurt... Little boys screaming in pain as they 
got fucked... It hurt terribly and I wanted him to 
stop. But my brother had my head in a vise grip as he 
shuddered in incestuous orgasm. My asshole was being 
ripped by Jimmy's cock and I couldn't stop him. Then he 
shoved hard and I felt him start to cum. He shot a hot 
spurt of cum in my ass and then started crying "Bitch! 
Fuck me bitch!" 

After the first squirt, he painfully yanked his cock 
out of my violated anus and the pain immediately 
diminished. But he continued to pump his dick and shoot 
off onto my asshole and all over the crack of my ass.

My head was spinning and my whole body felt like a huge 
pornographic cock. With my lips still wrapped around my 
brother's dick and Jimmy still cumming on my asshole, I 
grabbed my own cock and instantly shot my load onto 
Tim's sleeping bag, splashing some of my cum on his 
naked thigh as my asshole sent waves of pleasure 
through my body. I clenched my violated anus in 
hedonistic orgasm.

"Uhhhhnnnnhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" I moaned as my body jerked 
with each spasm.

My brother let go of my head and his cum was leaked out 
of my open mouth as I gasped and groaned.

"Ooooooo," moaned Jimmy as the last of his orgasm was 
spent on my ass. 

As I pulled back from my brother's still trembling 
dick, I passed over Tim's tool, and I saw that it was 
still hard. I stared in wonder.

"You guys are disgusting perverts," said Tim his fist 
slowly pumping his massively thick dong. "And you shot 
your jizm all over me. You should lick that up!" 

I looked at him pleadingly, exhausted, still panting 
and choking on cum, my ass on fire, just wanting to 
crawl back into my sleeping bag and pretend this all 
never happened. But he again put his hand behind my 
head and forced it down to the puddled cum on his bag 
and bare skin. I was revolted and spent, but I was so 
mind fucked that I did as he demanded and licked up my 
own cum from his sleeping bag with my tongue. The taste 
was totally bizarre... I couldn't believe that I was 
licking up my own cum. It was like drinking my piss or 
something.

"Ohhhhhh yeahhh," he moaned as Tim forced my mouth onto 
his naked thigh.

As I started licking his naked flesh, I couldn't help 
myself and moved towards his crotch. My wet dick 
started throbbing again. Somehow, this whole scene 
turned me on. Even though I was scared and repelled by 
being forced to be a faggot for these boy's obscene 
lusts, it all aroused me like nothing else.

At the same time, Tim told Jimmy, "And you lick up your 
cum, you little homo ass fucker."

Now Jimmy was always a weird kid and he apparently had 
no trouble with Tim's demand, for immediately I felt 
his tongue slurping away on my ass and running sloppily 
over my asshole. In spite of myself, I was totally 
turned on again and I moaned as my spent cock got 
harder and hotter.

He licked my ass and started thrusting his tongue into 
my anus. God, the sensation was unbelievable. It was 
happening again! The man at the Club licking my 7 year 
old fucked asshole... Fucking me with his tongue! It 
was pain that was the opposite of pain. It was a kind 
of pleasure I had never imagined. I moaned and licked 
Tim's thigh, moving my mouth to his hairy bush, opening 
my asshole to Jimmy's questing tongue.

"That was so good, I think we should do it again," said 
Tim slyly. "Come here mouth fucker."

With his hand still on the back of my head, he lifted 
my head and guided me back to his re-energized dick.

God. No, I thought, and I resisted a little, hoping my 
brother would say something now that he was satisfied. 
But he remained silent as Tim forced me to go down on 
him again. But Jimmy continued to eat my asshole. It 
felt so fucking good. The pain of his cock rape 
combined with the ministrations of his tongue had re-
aroused me incredibly. Now Tim started gently moving my 
head up and down over his large shaft, enjoying the 
sensations of fucking my mouth. I tried my best to 
accommodate him, even though my lips, mouth and throat 
were starting to feel bruised and I felt laden with cum 
in my throat.

Then Tim said to Jimmy, "Spank his ass!"

"Tim," said my brother, finally speaking up, 'Maybe we 
should...."

"Should nothing," said Tim. "Your baby brother is a 
cock sucker and needs to be spanked. Go ahead, Jimmy, 
spank him."

"Nnnnnnoohhh," I mumbled around Tim's giant cock, again 
filling my mouth to the limit, but no one paid 
attention. 

Jimmy slapped my ass.

"Unnnnnhhh," I cried jerking my butt, but Tim kept his 
hands on my head and began to increase the tempo of his 
mouth fucking.

Smack! Jimmy slapped me again and I jerked. It hurt!

Smack! smack! He hit me again and again and Tim started 
moaning and thrusting in earnest. 

Smack! I couldn't take anymore. My ass was on fire. Tim 
was blocking my throat again with every thrust, my lips 
were sore, and I could barely breathe.

Smack! Jimmy landed a sideways blow directly on my 
exposed asshole. 

"NNNNGggghhhhhhh," I moaned as Tim thrust again and 
started crying, "Oh yeah, Mouthfucker! Take it!"

He started pumping new shots of jism into my tonsils 
and I tried to swallow to keep on breathing, but Jimmy 
kept on slapping my shaking ass and I gagged and 
coughed and couldn't swallow at all and wads of cum 
rolled down the sides of Tim's dick as he spewed his 
load again and again.

Smack! Again Jimmy hit me.

"Stop it!" I coughed, as Tim relieved the pressure 
enough for me to lift my head off of his giant pulsing 
tool. "Just stop it!"

"Mouth fuc-ker!" sighed Tim contentedly. "Wow."

He put his hand down to his cock and felt his gooey 
sperm. "Ugh. Jesus Greg, you made a mess. Clean it up," 
he said, nodding at his cock.

"Tim," I protested submissively, my ass aflame and my 
whole body trembling with insane lust.

"Tim," mumbled Mark sleepily.

"Clean it up mouthfucker," Tim insisted. "Clean it up 
and you'll be all done."

My ass was burning and my swollen cock was pulsing, so, 
haltingly, I reached down and started licking his cum 
off his belly.

"Now the balls," he said.

Even though I was revolted at this new act of 
degradation, I was in a bizarre stage of erotic pain, 
and I kept on licking, cleaning up his now flaccid dick 
and the spatters on his balls.

"Yes, that's cool," Tim said, "You are one good 
mouthfucker."

My brother hadn't said a word this whole time and now 
his eyes were closed. Jimmy too had already gotten back 
in his sleeping bag. Although I still had a raging hard 
on, I was now acutely embarrassed, and I crawled back 
into my own sleeping bag without a word. My ass was 
still burning and my mouth and throat were sore and 
sticky with cum. 

There was an endless loop of men fucking me in the ass 
and in my mouth running in my head. I was in an unreal 
fantasy land as I tried to clean the jizm from my teeth 
and face as I fell asleep to troubled dreams. I woke up 
later in the night, jerking myself off as men covered 
my little boyish body with cum, squirting out my ass 
and mouth; drowning in hot cum.

*

The next morning, one of the first things Jimmy said 
was, "That was great last night! You want to do it 
again?"

"Shut up, Jimmy," said Tim as Mark and I looked at him 
in silence. "Just forget it, understand?"

I looked gratefully at Tim as we all awkwardly got 
dressed.

Although Jimmy mentioned the experience and was 
interested, in spite of my trying to shut him down, 
neither my brother nor Tim ever said anything about it 
again.

But, by now, I was a regular little pervert. In spite 
of my homosexual experiences though (I was only 14), 
all of my fantasies were about fucking girls. I jerked 
off to vivid scenes of the sexual molestation of woman 
and girls. My brother's novels were still electrifying. 
I was immersed in a whole world of porno perversion and 
I wanted to be part of it. I had been doing "dangerous" 
things for a least a year now, mostly in the summer 
when I could run around naked.

Sometimes I would get naked during the day and sneak 
around without being seen. There were large open fields 
across the street from our house and I could strip in 
one spot and walk around with no clothes on in the 
summer when the grass was almost over my head. 
Sometimes I would strip naked at home, in broad 
daylight and sneak across the yards and roads to the 
fields. 

I would take one of my brother's porn novels and stroke 
my hard cock, masturbating naked in the grass, knowing 
that somebody could walk by me three feet away and not 
see me. I would spurt my cum and walk around, my dick 
still hard, with semen dripping on my body. I never got 
caught then, but I did take risks, jerking off naked 
while I could hear or see people walking by. 

There was also an overgrown woods and swamp down the 
block where I would strip, explore the undergrowth in 
the nude for half a mile in any direction. There were 
secret places for me to hide pornography and masturbate 
in the clean, soft woods.

I had a newspaper route and I used to deliver my 
papers, at 5:30 AM - in the nude.

I would ride my bike naked to the block of my route, 
and then I would sneak from door to door, my heart 
pounding wildly at the thought of getting caught. 
Sometimes I would get hard and jerk off at somebody's 
front door. The danger and the forbidden perversion of 
the whole scene were aphrodisiacs to my pubescent 
teenage fantasies. I always kept a pair of shorts in my 
paper bag to slip on, just case. 

Once, after I had walked up to the front porch and 
delivered a paper, I turned around and saw a police car 
shining its spotlight on the houses, moving towards me. 
I fell like a rock and killed myself getting my shorts 
on, and when I stood back up, he was there in front of 
the house, next to my parked bicycle. I was scared 
shitless. I walked out and talked to him and he looked 
me over and asked "Do you always dress that way?"

"No, it's hot," I said lamely. It wasn't that hot, and 
I had nothing on except for my shorts, paper bag and 
sneakers.

It turned out that a motorist had complained that there 
was a naked man chasing her down the street. We both 
figured she probably meant me on my bicycle. Although, 
hopefully, he was figuring that I had had my shorts on. 
I had been terrified that he was going to arrest me 
right there.

I also jerked off my cock in semi-public places. 

Once, during a school assembly, I snuck from backstage 
into the orchestra pit, took off all my clothes and 
jerked off while the kids were speaking onstage. I was 
lying there, entirely naked and while I couldn't have 
been seen from the audience, if anybody on stage would 
have walked to the edge and looked down, they could 
have seen me beating my meat, shooting my sperm all 
over my chest and stomach.

I did the same thing in our church auditorium once. The 
minister was giving a lecture and the audience was all 
adults. There was a way under the stage from another 
part of the building. I crawled under, stripped down 
and lay down naked right next to the front of the stage 
where there were doors to store things underneath the 
stage. I looked through the crack in the door and 
masturbated, fantasizing about various women in the 
audience that I could see. Some of them were hot 
looking. I remember that as being a particularly 
intense orgasm.

As an altar boy, we wore long red cassocks that covered 
our bodies down to the floor along with a white blouse 
called a surplice. Before one service in the evening, I 
took off my pants and underwear and conducted services 
naked under the cassock. Again the silly danger of this 
got me aroused and my cock was hard most of the night, 
sticking out, rubbing against the heavy material of the 
cassock. The second time I did it at a night service, I 
realized that I might be really stupidly dangerous. 

While we were kneeling in front of the altar, I was 
trying to adjust my cassock to hang more loosely, so 
that my hard on wouldn't literally be straining to 
break through the material. As I felt the hem on my 
ankle socks, it came to me that my back was toward the 
congregation and that there was a very high probability 
that if I moved wrong, it would be seen that I didn't 
have any pants on. I had to be extremely careful 
kneeling down and standing up.

I didn't do that again, but one last time, a while 
later, I tried it when I was the crucifer - he's the 
guy that leads the church procession and carries the 
cross. He has his own little booth next to the choir 
where he sat during most of the service.

Just once more, I went naked under my long white 
cassock that the crucifer wore. My cock was hard as a 
rock as I led the procession. There is a sort of white 
cloth belt/saddle holder for the bottom of the cross 
that wraps around the waist, and the butt of the cross 
rubbed against my jutting erection and hid it from the 
view of the congregation. God, it was so perverted.

After sitting in the private booth, I played with my 
hard on during the service. When I finally realized 
that nobody could see anything beneath my shoulders 
because the booth shielded me on all sides, I tried the 
grand perversion. I unbuttoned the lower part of my 
cassock and started gently massaging my naked cock. 
Fully exposed and naked from the waist down, I 
cheerfully masturbated away while, right next to me, on 
the other side of the wooden partition was a girl my 
age from the church choir. 

I could look into her eyes and smile, not more than 
three feet away while I gripped my throbbing tool in 
pleasure.

I speeded up my strokes and orgasmed while they were 
singing, so that my moving hand and flushed and turned 
on face wouldn't be so obvious. It was mind blowing - 
spurting cum onto my naked thighs surrounded by people. 
It was almost a religious experience.

The perverted danger of it all turned me on.

Continued in part 3...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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