Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2010 16:48:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: FITCH
Subject: Trained By The Best part 2

This is a work of fiction; it contains graphic depictions of
sex between preteen and teen boys including two brothers.
If this material is illegal where you are, or offensive to
you, read no further.



                     Trained By The Best

                           Part 2


     It was a Friday, first day of a three day weekend.  My
best Friend and I were hanging out at his place trying to
figure out what to do.   We had the place to ourselves;
Roger's parents were out of town and his little brother was
in school.  Only the High School had the day off and the
squirt was in the seventh grade.  My Dad was between jobs,
again.  I didn't want to spend the day off hangin' with him
at home, so I hadn't told Pop I had the day off.  I just got
up and headed out the door like I was going to school and
headed over to Roger's house.
     I got to Roger's house just as the squirt was headed to
school.  He let me in and I woke Rog up.  He was kinda
pissed I woke him up `cause he wanted to sleep in, but he
got over it when I handed him a beer.  My old man keeps the
fridge stocked with beer and never notices if a six pack or
two disappear now and then. I had enough for the two off us
to get buzzed, a good way to start the weekend.
     After we'd each had a couple of beers I started
bitchin' about the crap that was on TV and Rog said we could
watch a movie.  We looked through all of His DVD's, but we'd
seen `em all so I went upstairs to look through his parent's
movies.  I found Rog's Dad's porn behind the g-rated crap.
There were a couple of what looked like basic Suck and Fuck
Flics and some Bi stuff.  A few looked pretty gay, you know,
three dudes with only one chick on the cover, but then I saw
one with mostly chicks and just one dude so I grabbed it and
headed back downstairs.
     I found Roger, still sitting on his bed, with a couple
more empty beer cans on the floor and one he was working on
in his hand.  He was way ahead of me and he was beyond
buzzed.  I popped the DVD in & got comfy on the couch.
Roger didn't even seem to notice I was back, until Regis and
Kelly changed to a three way.  Two babes with big tits
started making out and pretty quick they were in a 69.  Then
a guy was there.  He started fucking the cunt on top while
the chick on the bottom sucked his balls and the chick
getting fucked kept munchin' on her friend.

     It didn't take long before Roger and I both had our
dick's out.  We sat there watching the action, drinkin' beer
and jerkin' off.  When the beer was gone Roger was
shitfaced, and just sat watchin' and jerkin' like he didn't
even remember I was there.  It was a hot flick, lots of big
tits, with some good fucking, but no Gay shit.  Along about
the third or fourth scene Squirt walked in the room,
toweling off after a shower.  I didn't know why the hell he
wasn't in school.

     Roger didn't even notice Squirt was there, and Squirt
didn't say a thing.  He took one look at my dick and stopped
dead in his tracks.  He just stared at my Dick for the
longest time.  He finally glanced over at Roger, saw Roger
was jerking off and then looked at the TV.  Squirt watched
the action on the screen for a few seconds, then turned back
to lock his eyes on my Dick again.  Buy then, the little guy
was sporting wood.
    Everybody on screen got off and the scene ended, but
Squirt just stared at my Dick while his own dick pointed
straight ahead.  I know a cock slut when I see one and
decided maybe Squirt showing up wasn't such a bad thing.

     By the time the DVD was over, Roger and I had each
pumped two loads into the Squirt; his ass & belly were both
full of ball juice.  Squirt took us both like a pro, but
told me afterward that he had been cherry.  Even though I
had just dumped two loads, hearing I had just popped Squirts
cherry put new life into my Dick.

     Roger still seemed pretty drunk, like he didn't quite
realize we'd just raped his little brother. Seein' as how I
was 18, Roger was almost 18 and Squirt was just 13, you'd
think Roger might be freaked out, but he just sat there with
a blank look on his face.  I told him we needed to get
squirt cleaned up, so the three of us headed down the hall
to the bathroom and hit the showers.  Roger's Dad had put in
a giant shower when they moved in, said it was because they
had four "Men" in the family (Rog & Squirt have an older
brother, Rod, who finished College a year ago) and with a
pool they needed a big shower so there would be no waiting.
I always thought it was kind of a gang shower, like in the
school locker room, and wondered if Roger's Dad was a perv.
Now that I've seen he has Bi DVD's with mostly Dudes ..?

     Once we were all in the shower, Roger started to sober
up a bit.  We were both watching Squirt trying to wash our
cum out of his ass.  I was thinking how great it felt
pumpin' it up there and realized I was up and ready to go
again.  I looked over at Roger and saw that he was watching
Squirt like he'd been watching the porn, and was slowly
stroking his fully hard Dick.  I moved over under Squirts
showerhead, put my hands on his shoulders, bent him over and
slid my dick all the way up his ass in one move.  He was
still tight but the two loads of cum we'd just pumped in him
and the soap he'd worked in there made it slick and
slippery. Squirt started to protest, put Roger stepped over
and shut him up by driving his cock down the kids throat.

     There we stood, rocking the Squirt back and forth
between us.  Back onto my dick and forward to bury his nose
in his brother's pube's.  This time you could tell Roger
knew exactly what he was doing and was getting off on
fucking his little brother's face.  The whole time we were
plugging Squirt at both ends, Roger was watching his Cock
slide in and out of his little brother's lips.  It was the
third cum of the morning for both of us so it took a while.
After about twenty minutes of steady fucking I couldn't hold
off any longer.  I pulled Squirt's ass tight to me, ground
my bush into his ass and leaned forward to where I could
watch Roger's Dick fucking Squirts face.  I told Roger I was
spraying the kid's gut and that Rog should feed Squirt his
cum at the same time.  Rog took Squirts head in both his
hands, tilted Squirts head up to look him in the eyes,
pulled his dick out so that just the head was in Squirts
mouth and said, "here it cums bitch, get ready to swallow".
While my dick was pumping the last few shots of cum in
Squirts ass I watched Squirt swallow, over and over, while
Roger fed him another load of big brother cum.
     Rog and I unplugged our dicks from Squirt at the same
time and he was bent over in the shower dribbling cum out of
his mouth and ass.  When he stood up everything came out of
his ass.  That third fucking had opened him up good and
wide, he couldn't hold anything back, I looked down at my
dick and saw I needed to clean up so I got back under the
shower with the Squirt and cleaned the muck off of both of
us while Roger headed out of the shower and grabbed a towel.

     Once we were cleaned up I got towels for the both of us
and we headed back to Rog's room.  He wasn't there, but I
heard him up in the kitchen.  Squirt and I went up to find
Rog, bare assed in the kitchen, puttin' something in the
micro wave.  Rog pushed a few buttons, turned around and
said, "I'm hungry, figured you would be to, don't know about
little dude, we may have fed him enough already".

     Then Rog looked me square in the eye and asked, "So
What's this about Rod popping your cherry?"

     I had forgotten about telling them that earlier.  If I
could have, I would have kicked myself in the ass.  Rog and
I had been best Buds since fourth grade, but there were a
lot of things I made sure he didn't know about me.  I never
meant to tell Rog anything about what had gone on between me
and Rod.  I stood there trying to think of a way to get out
of telling Rog all about it while Rog and Squirt both stared
at me like I'd just taken a dump on the kitchen floor.

    The microwave beeped and Rog pulled some pizza things
out.  We each grabbed one and started eating.  Nobody said
anything for a few minutes, then Squirt asked, "Did Rod
really do everything to you that you and Rog just did to
me?"

     I just kept on eating and nodded my head and he asked,
"When you were even younger than I am?  How old were you?

     I finished eating and told them I was about 9 or 10
when Rod started training me.  They both looked at me like
they were really confused and I knew I'd have to explain
more than I wanted to.  I reminded Rog that when My Dad and
I first moved here My dad had hired Rod to be my babysitter
every Friday Night so my Dad could go out to play poker.
Rog remembered that, and that it went on way past the age
when I should have needed a babysitter, almost till Rod went
away to college. I was already 13 the last few months Rod
was "babysitting" me.

     I told them nothing happened at first; My Dad would
pick Roger up before dinner every Friday, bring him to the
house and then leave him with me to give me dinner, make
sure I took a bath and put me to bed.  When I woke up on
Saturday's my Dad was home and Rod was gone.  Then one
Saturday I got up and found Rod was still there, Dad said he
got home to late so Rod had slept over.  After that Dad
never took Rod home until Saturday morning.  I never asked
where Rod slept, figured he slept on the couch until one
Saturday when I woke up early and found Rod in bed with my
Dad.  They were both bare assed, but my Dad always slept
that way, said PJ's were a waste of money.  I never had any,
always slept in my underwear, but Rod wasn't even wearing
his underwear in bed.

     The next Friday, things were different.
After dinner, Rod said he needed a bath too so
we might as well take a bath together.  We
didn't fit together in the tub too well, it was
tight.  Rod said it would be easier if He
washed me and I washed him.  While I was
washing him his dick got hard.  He told me that
when that happens it means it needs to get
cleaned out and that I would have to clean it
out for him. It was right then that Rod
changed, he'd always been real nice to me but
there in the tub he started to get mean.  He
told me I was gonna be his cock cleaner, that
he was going to train me real good.

     I told Rog & Squirt that Rod had made me
suck him off that night in the bath tub and
then he put me to bed.  The next morning, he
was there as usual, In bed with my Dad, bare
assed again.  Rod was being real nice to me,
nothing like the night before.  Rod and Dad got
up and the three of us had breakfast.  I
thought it was weird that neither of them put
on any clothes.  They both sat in the kitchen
bare assed and ate cereal.  Rod didn't put his
clothes on until it was time for Dad to take
him home.

     Friday came again and Dad went to get Rod.
He was real nice until Dad left the house and
Rod just said, "hurry up and eat, Bitch, more
training tonight."

     After that first time I sucked him off, Rod
never called me by my name when we were alone.
Every Friday, once my dad was out the door, I
was: bitch, ho, slut, cocksucker or pussyboy.
That second night I sucked Rod off again, this
time before my bath.  Really he fucked my face
until he spewed his load down my throat.  After
that he took me into the bathroom and told me to
get naked and get on my hands and knees in the
tub.  Rod went into the cabinet under the sink
and got an enema bag out.  I didn't know what it
was.  I didn't even know it was there, and I
couldn't figure out how Rod knew.  I asked Rod
what it was and he told me it was a douche bag
and he was going to use it to clean out my
pussy.
     After using the enema bag on me, about five
times, Rod gave me my bath as usual, dried me
off (I usually did that myself) and took me into
my bedroom.  When I started to put on my
underwear Rod grabbed them away from me and told
me I didn't need them yet.  Then he took me by
the back of the head and put his dick in my
mouth.  I thought he was going to fuck my face
again, but he just held his Dick in my mouth and
told me to get it wet.  He told me that if I got
it real slick with my spit it wouldn't hurt as
much.  I didn't know what that was supposed to
mean, but I did my best to get slobber all over
Rod's dick.  Rod told me I was a good little
bitch, lickin' on his dick, getting it ready.

     Rod started to walk towards my bed, telling
me to keep on licking and just back up with him.
When we got to the side of the bed Rod kept
moving and I fell back on the bed. My feet flew
up in the air and Rod grabbed both my ankles.
I was worried Rod would be mad because I'd
stopped licking on his dick.  Rod just grinned
at me and said I was a hungry little pussy boy,
throwing my legs up to get my pussy filled.
Then Rod pushed my legs back so far my knees
were on my shoulders and my ass was sticking up
in the air.   Rod let go of one of my ankles and
moved his hand under my back to hold my ass up
off the bed.  Then he let go of the other ankle
and started rubbing on my asshole with his
fingers.
     He spit on my hole a couple of times and
kept rubbing his spit in, then he spit in the
palm of his hand and reached down to his Dick.
He was looking at my ass when he said, "Nice
clean hole, bitch, bet you want it filled".
Then he aimed his dick with his hand, looked up
at my face with a grin that scared me and leaned
forward.  He pushed his dick all the way into
me, fast.
     Nothing, before or since, has ever hurt me
as much as Rods dick plowing into my ass that
first time.  I opened my mouth to scream, but
the scream stuck in my throat.   Before I could
get the scream out Rod clamped his hand over my
mouth.  He didn't move right away, just stayed
there with his Dick buried in my ass and his
hand over my mouth while I tried to scream and
struggled to get out from under him. Once I
realized it was useless, I settled down and
looked up into Rods eyes.

     Rod laughed a little and leaned forward to
get right in my face.  Then he whispered,
"That's what it feels like to have your cherry
popped bitch.  You know you wanted it, just
didn't know it would hurt so much.  Don't worry,
it only feels like that the first time.  By the
time I've finished fucking you tonight and
dumped my load up inside your pussy, you'll be
lovin' it.  From now on you'll be begging for my
dick in your ass every Friday, like the hungry
little cock-slut-cum-ho I know you are.

     Then he grabbed my ankles again and started
fucking.  I don't know how long it took him to
get off, but long before He started jerking and
yelling that he was breeding my bitch ass my
legs ached and my feet were numb.  After he
came, Rod pulled out of my ass, took my ankles
in one hand and held my feet up in the air.  He
grabbed my underwear (tighty wighties back then)
and put them on me before putting my legs down
while telling me to clamp my pussy shut tight to
keep his load in.  Then he got up on the bed and
straddled me on his knees.  He dangled his dick
over my face and told me to clean his cock off.
I reached for his dick with my hand, but he
slapped my hand away and told me, "use your
mouth slut, suck the scum off my dick".

     Once I'd cleaned off Rod's dick he left my
room.  He was in my room early to wake me up the
next morning, bare assed again.  He checked and
found cum and blood in my underwear.  He took
them off me and put them in his book bag.  Then
he made me put on a clean pair and he went back
to my Dad's room.  Later, it was the same as the
week before, Dad and Rod didn't bother to put
anything on while we all had breakfast together.
Rod was nice to me, called me by my name and
joked with me and Dad.  After Breakfast they got
dressed and Dad took Rod home.

     Once I'd finished my story, I looked at Rog
and saw that he was stunned.  I looked over at
Squirt, he looked like he was gonna puke.  I
realized I'd told them way more than I should
have, but it was too late now.  I sat there for
a while, not knowing what to do or say, then I
looked at the clock and saw it was after 4:00.
I told Rog I had to run.  He knew that my Dad
was a real son-of-a-bitch about me coming
straight home from school, especially on
Fridays.Rog just kinda nodded without saying
anything so I got the hell out of there and
headed for home.
     I ran all the way, and when I rounded the
last corner I saw my Dad sitting on the front
stoop, with a beer in his hand and what was left
of a six pack under his chair.  When He saw me,
dad just waved and smiled, but I knew I was in a
shitload of trouble.  When I got up to the front
door he grabbed my arm to stop me from going
inside.  He kept that smile on his face, just in
case any one could see us, but he hissed at me,
"Where you been bitch boy?  I know there was no
school today and YOU know that you're supposed
to be at home when you're not at school.  It's
Friday, poker night, you know damn well that the
guys like you cleaned out and primed with a load
or two beforehand.  Now get in there and get
your pussy hole cleaned out, we might still have
time for me to pump a load in you before they
get here".


That's it for part 2, I hope you enjoyed it.  If
you have any comments or suggestions send them
to me at <FitchBoy@att.net> Thanks for reading,
FITCH.