Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 22:21:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: Trained By The Best part 6

This is a work of fiction, it is a FANTASY, none of it
happened to me or anyone I know.  Everything that occurs in
this series of stories happens in a world where there is no
need for Safe sex because there are no STD's.   In the
FANTASY world I have created in this series there also are
no legal or emotional consequences of forced sex with minors
by adults, older teens and family members.  If you can not
separate FANTASY from reality, are offended by the subjects
of Gay incest and forced sex with boys or this material is
illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story.  If you are
enjoying this series and/or have comments or suggestions,
please contact me at FitchBoy@att.net


                     Trained By The Best
                           Part 6

                   Rob continues his story


     Steve told me that people won't believe what they don't
want to here while driving me home the morning after he made
me suck him off and fucked me for the first time.  I road
home the rest of the way in silence.  I knew Steve was
telling me that my parents would not believe me if I told
him what he'd done to me.  I thought about trying to tell my
mother.  She had arranged it all, she sent me there and then
agreed to let me spend the night with Steve, would she feel
responsible?  How would my Dad handle hearing that his boy
had been turned into a fag? I decided that no matter what I
did, it wouldn't change the fact that it had happened, but
if I told anyone, it could make my life hell.
     My 15yo brain thought I could avoid it by never
spending the night there again.  If I tried to get out of
going altogether, my Mother would ask why.  What would I
tell her?   For six weeks now, every time she would ask, all
I'd had to say was that is was great, the kid pretty much
took care of himself and I was getting paid to watch TV.  If
I suddenly said I didn't want to baby-sit Steve Jr. anymore
she would start asking a lot of questions.  I didn't know
what it was called then, but Mom tended to micro-manage me
and my brother's.  When it came to her boy's Mom always had
to know; who, what, when, where and WHY.  I decided before I
got home that night I would keep my mouth shut but make sure
it never happened again.
     The next Friday, Steve picked me up as usual.  He acted
like nothing had changed, as though last weekend never
happened.  All the way to his house, he asked about school,
my brother Roger and my parents.  When we pulled up to his
house, he asked if my mom had told me that they had talked.
He took my silence as a no and went on to say that my mother
had decided I should spend the night every Friday.  Steve
said that he had told her that he had beer sometimes while
playing poker and she was concerned that Steve might have
too much to drink and not realize he shouldn't drive me home
afterwards.  Steve said she had asked him to let me stay
overnight from now on.
     Steve said it was all my mom's idea.  Steve had also
told me that I wanted to suck him off and get fucked.  I was
pretty sure he had arranged this and I was positive I was in
trouble.  I thought about calling home once he left, I could
say I felt sick and ask my Dad to come get me.  Then I
remembered Steve only had a cell phone and he always took it
with him when he left me with the kid.  I didn't know any of
Steve's neighbors or even if he had any; most of the houses
around his looked abandoned.  I began to realize I was
fucked, and probably would be again tonight when Steve got
home from Poker Night.
     Steve took me inside then left right away.  I heated up
the TV dinner's and the kid ate them both then headed into
the bathroom.  I heard the tub filling and then the kid
splashing around for a while.  After the bath the kid came
out in his briefs (Underoos, he never had them before, I
thought they were for real little kids) and sat on the other
end of the couch to watch TV with me for a while. At 8:00
the kid got up and went to bed without being told.
I wondered again why I was there.  The kid really didn't
need a babysitter; he was more like a robot than a 9yo.  I
figured he was just an excuse to get me there.  Now that I
knew what Steve really wanted me there for, I began to
resent the kid.  I thought, if it weren't for that little
bastard..
     Lying on the couch, watching TV and thinking about the
kid and what he'd got me into, I fell asleep and started
dreaming about sex.  Before that night I'd always dreamed
about girls; making out with them and fucking them.  Of
course, the only place I'd ever fucked a girl was in my
dreams.  This was different; I dreamed about men fucking me,
Steve, and other men.  I didn't know who else was fucking me
besides Steve, I seemed to know them, but I wasn't sure.
Then I was the one fucking, not a girl, a boy.  I was
fucking a boy about the age of my brother Roger.  I think I
was fucking Steve Jr. and I was fucking him hard, like I
wanted to hurt him.
     In an instant my dream turned into a waking nightmare.
I woke to find I had rolled over on my stomach and was
humping the couch cushion while my aching hard on strained
against my briefs and Jeans.  My briefs and jeans were extra
tight because Steve's hand was in the back of them and he
had his fingers jammed in my butt hole.  Steve asked me who
I was fucking in my dreams.  I started to tell him to go to
hell, but he smacked me on the back of the head and told me
he really didn't care who I fucked.  He said if I could get
anybody to give it up for a little cock-slut pussy-boy like
me I could go ahead and fuck `em; but he was pretty sure
that wasn't going to happen.  Steve told me the only thing
he cared about was that I knew my holes were his.
     Steve then pulled me up off the couch; hand still in my
jeans, fingers still jammed in my butt he walked me into his
bedroom.  Steve sat on the foot of the bed and pushed me
down on the floor in front of him.  He pulled his hand out
of my jeans, opened his fly and hauled his cock out, telling
me to suck it.  Steve's cock reeked and I hesitated.  Steve
smacked me across the face and told me I would suck him off,
NOW, and love it.  He grabbed my head and pushed me down on
his cock which was sticky and smelled like.ass?  Once he had
his cock in my mouth Steve told me to suck it clean.  Steve
said he hadn't cleaned up after poker so I could get a taste
of the game.
     While I was going down on him Steve told me it was
obvious how much I wanted his cock.  He asked, "Why else
would you be back here if you didn't want it?  Truth is you
had the time of your life last week and you couldn't wait to
come back for more.  Leastways, that's what it looks like to
me, and that's what it would look like to anybody you might
think of telling about it.  You spill about this to anyone
and you'll be exposing yourself as the cock hungry slut I
know you are."
      It didn't take long this time before Steve started too
cum.  The first shot was in my mouth,He pulled out to spray
my face with the next two shots, then he buried his cock in
my throat while he finished.  His cock started to get soft
but he held my head down on it with one hand while he leaned
over to get his hand in the back of my jeans and jam his
fingers in my butt hole again.  He told me to keep sucking
and get him hard so he could feed me another load up the
other end.
     While I sucked on his cock and he finger
fucked my ass, Steve kept talking.  He told me I
was a great cocksucker, and he could tell how
much I loved it.  He told me I was lucky he
found me and was giving me the cock I craved.
The more he talked the harder he got.  When he
was fully hard he pulled his hand out of my
jeans and leaned back to watch me suck him.  He
told me he knew how much I wanted to suck out
and swallow another load.  He said it was a
beautiful sight to watch an eager cum slut work
for a man's cum and he was tempted to let me
have it.  Then he said, "But I really want to
fuck your sweet little hole again."
     In a matter of seconds Steve had me on my
knees with my chest laying on the bed, my jeans
pulled down below my ass, and his cock pressed
up against my hole.  Once again, Steve sank his
cock all the way into me with one quick push.
It didn't hurt as much as the first time, but it
hurt.  I started to scream, but Steve clamped a
hand over my mouth. He told me not to scream
like some virgin bitch.  He said he knew damn
well that I wasn't cherry, because he'd taken
care of that last week; if he could believe me.
He said he thought a little cock slut like me
must have given it up to someone long ago.
"But", he added, "You are still nice and tight".
     With that comment he started fucking me
hard.  Steve only knew how to fuck hard and
fast, balls swinging and slapping with every
stroke.  He kept that up until he finally
collapsed on my back while yelling he was
spraying my gut with his scum.  After he stopped
pumping in my gut, he fell asleep on my back,
his cock still in my butt.  I couldn't get out
from under him, so I just gave up and went to
sleep.
     When I woke up I was in the bed with Steve.
We were both bare assed and our clothes were in
a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed.  I
got up, sorted through the pile, found my
clothes and put them on.  I went out to the
living room, sat on the couch and turned the TV
on.  The little bastard got up and came out in
his brief's (Underoo's again) and sat down to
watch TV with me without saying a word. After a
while, Steve came out of his room, still bare
assed, got himself a bowl of cereal, ate it,
went back in his room, came out dressed and went
to his car.  I said good bye to the kid, the
first any of us had spoken, went out and got in
the car with Steve.  Neither of us said anything
on the drive, but when I was getting out of the
car, Steve just said, "Same thing next week".
     That's the way it was as the weeks went by,
Steve made me suck him off before fucking me
every Friday night after Poker  and took me home
in the morning.  Nothing seemed to faze the kid.
Finding his baby sitter still there the next
morning got no reaction.  Seeing his Dad walk
around bare assed while I was there, didn't seem
to register.  The morning he woke up early and
walked into his Dad's room to find us both bare
assed in bed together, he just said good morning
and went out to watch TV.
     After that I stopped getting dressed when I
got up.  I would  get up when Steve did and go
out to have a bowl of cereal with him, both of
us sitting at the table bare assed, while the
little bastard just sat on the couch watching
cartoons.  I was sure the bastard knew
everything.  Hell, I convinced myself he was in
on it; he'd lured me there so his dad would have
a fuck toy.  After the Holiday's, sometime in
January, I decided that it was time to turn the
tables.  I figured it was time I had a pussy boy
and I decided I would use the little bastard.
     The first time I just made him suck me off,
but the next week I popped his cherry and breed
the little bitch.  I made sure it hurt him as
much as his father had hurt me.  The next
morning I got up early to check the little
bastard's Underoo's.  I found fresh cum, and a
little blood on top of the usual skid mark
stains.  I made the kid put on a clean pair and
took the stained ones home.
     From then on it became part of the Friday
night routine.  The kid would eat his dinner,
suck me off, take a bath and climb into bed bare
assed.  I'd fuck that tight little hole and dump
another load in him then he'd put his Underoo's
on and go to sleep while I went out to watch TV
and wait for his father to come home and do it
all to me.

     That was our routine until summer a
few weeks before school was supposed to start
Steve left the little bastard at home alone and
took me with him to poker night for the first
time.  My first Poker Night was everything I'd
been expecting, and more.


Rob will tell us about poker nights with Steve
and his friends later in the series.

In part 7 we'll hear from Squirt again.