Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 11:50:53 -0800 (PST)
From: incestadvice@yahoo.com
Subject: Childhood Games (b/b, M/b, b/b/b, incest, consensual)

Childhood Games
by incestadvice@yahoo.com
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I got so much feedback from my first story "Urine
Test" that I was eager to write another one. But so
many readers asked me for my true life story that I
decided to tell that story first.

I knew that I was queer (bisexual) as early as age 5
when I spent the night at a friend's house and he
introduced me to oral sex. I thought it was so
wonderful. I loved to suck him, and I loved it when he
sucked me.

Not long after that I moved to a new city where I met
two neighbor girls who were a year younger than me but
also open to sexual experimentation. We started by
playing house and doctor, then undressing in front of
each other, then playing with each other's genitalia
and buttocks, and finally to actual sex -- at least,
as much actual sex as three little kids can do. Thanks
to the porn collection of one girl's father, we had an
idea of what to do, and so our play included oral sex
and attempts at copulation. The girls also performed
lesbian acts on each other.

That went on for a few years and was pretty innocent.
Even when my mother eventually caught us, she didn't
freak out, she just gave us a serious lecture about
sexuality and appropriate behavior. The lecture scared
us but it didn't stop us.

My family moved back to our hometown eventually, when
I was about 10 or 11 years old. It was at this time
that things got interesting.

The first thing that happened was that my dad let me
and my little brother shower with him a couple of
times. One time, and only one time, I remember being
in the shower with them, and all three of us having
erections. I was fascinated by both of their dicks,
and I thought they shared my fascination. But my dad
seemed torn between being embarrassed and excited,
whereas my brother and I were just plain excited.

On top of that, my father would often rent porno
videos and watch them by himself in the basement. More
often than not, he would fall asleep while watching
the videos, and then my brother and I would sneak
downstairs and watch the videos too. We were about 12
and 9 at the time.

This quickly turned into a situation where my brother
and I would openly jerk off in front of each other
with our dad sleeping nearby. One night my brother
asked if I wanted to wrestle naked. I agreed. We
stripped and proceeded to "wrestle" -- it involved a
lot of rubbing our hard dicks together and humping
each other from behind.

Wrestling eventually turned into sex as soon as we got
brave enough to copy the acts we saw in the porn
tapes. We would often 69 with my brother on top since
he was smaller. His genitals were small enough that I
could have his penis and scrotum in my mouth all at
once. Most of the time I just sort of lazily sucked on
him while he thrust into my face, whereas he was
actually going up-and-down on my dick in a real
blowjob.

We would do all of this stuff while lying on the
carpet a few feet behind my dad who was snoring loudly
in his chair. When he would cough or talk in his
sleep, we'd panic and be halfway up the stairs before
we figured out that it was a false alarm.

These 'false alarms' happened so much that my brother
and I would just meet downstairs in our bathrobes,
which were easier to put on than pajamas. That way if
our dad did wake up we could quickly throw on our
robes and shut them, instead of jumping around trying
to stick our feet in our pajama bottoms.

I put 'false alarms' in quotes because I think there
were a few times when our dad was awake and watching
us, but pretending to sleep.

Once we sneaked downstairs just a few minutes after he
had put in a tape and he was already 'asleep.' But
this time his big, hairy penis and scrotum were
hanging out of his boxers. He was half-hard already.
My brother and I giggled at this (silently, of
course), but it made us nervous. Even though he was
snoring, we were now doubly afraid of being caught for
some reason.

Within a few weeks we got over our fear, though, and
resumed our sex play. We'd lay on the floor in a 69,
or play with each other's boners while we watched the
video. Around this time we figured out how fun it was
to "service" each other. One of us would sit in a
ratty old armchair with his legs spread wide while the
other one knelt in front and sucked cock, licked
balls, and sometimes tongued ass. I really liked to
tongue my brother's ass, but he wouldn't do it to me
unless I was really clean down there.

Dad started getting full-blown erections during these
sessions but continue his snoring act. Once I got up
the courage to touch his big, hard dick, there was no
turning back. My brother and I would take turns
feeling it and stroking it, and there were several
times when we would take turns sucking it, when Dad
seemed deeply asleep.

I wasn't having orgasms yet, but my brother and I both
knew what they were, thanks to the porn videos. One
weekend, my brother was not at home (I think he was at
a friend's house, I don't remember), and I sneaked
downstairs. My dad was wearing a bathrobe that had
"fallen open," revealing his whole naked body. He was
an athlete in college and still had the lean build of
a track star, though he was going soft (but not fat).
His chest was sort of hairy and so was his belly, but
his crotch wasn't especially bushy.

When I got there he was already fully hard and the
head of his dick was glistening. I took off my robe
and played with myself as I handled Dad's hardness.
Then I leaned over and sucked him into my mouth. For
some reason I was determined to make him cum that
night. I got into a comfortable position kneeling in
front of his chair, between his legs, and really
sucked him good. Towards the end I didn't care if he
woke up, so I had my hands on his hips and I was being
really vigorous.

When he started to twitch and pump his hips into my
face, I knew he was about to cum. Sure enough, one of
his hands came up and held my head when I felt his
cock give an extra pulse, right before he ejaculated
into my mouth. I managed to swallow just about all of
it because there wasn't much there -- it certainly
wasn't one of those mammoth deluges of sperm that you
see in porn videos or read about in porn stories. Just
one big spurt, then a few dribbles, and he was done.

Seconds later, as I was wiping my face, I sort of came
down from the sexual buzz I was feeling, and I thought
to myself something like this: "Holy shit, I just
sucked off my Dad!" I jumped up, grabbed my robe, and
ran upstairs as quietly as I could. In my bed I
pretended to be asleep, but all I could think about
was my dad's dick leaking its milk onto my tongue.

That only happened a few more times because I was just
too scared to try it most of the time. It happened a
few weeks later, when my little brother went out of
the house for the weekend again, and then a year after
that when a friend of mine was there and dared me to
do it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm not sure why but I didn't want to suck my dad to
orgasm in front of my little brother. Maybe I was
afraid he would think I was "gay" or something.

Anyway, on my own I was experimenting with various
masturbation aids: hair gel, shaving cream, whipped
cream, Vaseline, whatever would act as the best
lubricant but also wash off easily later. Saliva
always worked when I had nothing else. Once I started
shooting cum, my personal record for masturbation to
orgasm in one day was eight times.

My brother and I still fooled around on a regular
basis. In the summertime we would do it before and
after swimming, since we changed into our bathing
suits together. Almost every time we went swimming at
our uncle's pool, we would go into the bathroom
together to change clothes and end up in a 69 on the
floor.

The first time I came in my brother's mouth was one
day when we were alone in the house. I had gotten one
of those unforeseen teenage erections, and as usual, I
took off my pants and went to go find my brother. He
was in his room playing. I sat on his bed and asked
him to suck me off.

He knelt between my legs and put his hands on my
thighs, then started sucking me really well. I helped
him my stroking my shaft while he sucked. I didn't
verbally warn him before I started cumming, but I did
cry out and start gasping, and pumping my hips into
his face. My brother swallowed all of it, but
afterwards he was angry that I didn't warn him. I
promised to warn him the next time, then I offered to
make it up to him by "servicing" him. He agreed,
stripped naked, and sat on the bed. I sucked his cock
and tongued his butthole for at least an hour. He
loved it.

We had experimented a bit with anal sex in the
beginning, but we were both too small and tight to
really accomplish anything. But it was around this
time that we decided to try it again.

We were in a 69 on his bed (home alone again) when I
gently pushed him off of me and asked if he wanted to
try anal sex again. He kind of shrugged and nodded, so
I got the Vaseline out of my parents' bathroom and
told him to grease up his hole while I lubed my cock.

My brother got on his hands and knees on the bed and
reached back to hold his buttocks open. I stood behind
him and tried to ease the head of my dick into his
butt. It popped inside pretty easily, but he cried out
in pain so we stopped. Then we switched positions. His
smaller dick was easily able to fit inside of me
without discomfort ... so that was the beginning of
this new component to our sex play.

We would start off with a 69, then he would fuck me
until he had a dry orgasm, then he would suck me until
I came in his mouth. We varied it sometimes -- right
before I was ready to cum, he would lay back on the
bed and pull his knees up to his head, and I would
shoot my cum all over his cock and balls and asshole,
then get down and suck and lick him clean.

We also had "quickies" we would do while our parents
were home. In our bedrooms, in the attic, or in the
basement -- somewhere we would have advance warning if
a parent came looking for us -- I would just take my
dick out of my zipper (instead of getting completely
naked) and he would suck me to orgasm, or I would push
down my pants just enough so that he could fuck me.

The first time my brother had an orgasm, it was in my
ass. After the first spurt, he kind of fell backwards
in surprise, and there was still cum leaking from his
dick. Once I figured out what happened I turned around
and sucked his dick clean. He made fun of me for doing
it -- he privately called me "shitmouth" sometimes --
but I loved it. It wasn't foul at all.

So now that we could both cum, we would usually just
69 to orgasm, and only do anal sex every now and then.
We still had our "quickies" though.

OK. About a year after we first started fooling around
and watching dad's porn tapes, we met this kid named
Jerry. He was right between me and my brother in terms
of age. I was 13, my brother was 10, and Jerry was 12,
I think.

Jerry had a collection of porn magazines in his room,
but he also had old disco records that he played all
the time. Once he showed us his porn stash, we would
thumb through his magazines while he listened to
records every time we went up to his room, as long as
we thought the coast was clear.

I pulled out my hard dick a few times, partly as a
joke but partly to see if Jerry was interested. At
first he didn't seem interested. But then he put on a
suggestive dance record with a slow beat and started
to do a weird dance, like he was trying to be
seductive. I got up and danced on the other side of
his room, but I did him one step better by pushing
down my shorts to show off my ass and cock while
dancing. Soon my brother joined us and we all started
doing a silly striptease.

I whispered to my brother that we should gang up on
Jerry and he agreed. So during the dancing, we danced
over to Jerry's side of the room, and started to
pretend to grab his ass. We would extend our hands out
to his butt and pull them away at the last minute.
Jerry responded by pushing down his shorts so that we
could see his ass and cock. He was fully hard and
hairier than me. As soon as he did that I just reached
out and held his dick in my hand, and then he reached
out and stroked my shaft. My brother came over and
joined us, so we ended up standing there naked from
the waist down, rubbing each other's bare butts and
dicks, sighing and moaning a little bit, and so on.

My brother and I took off our shirts and went to lay
on the bed. Jerry joined us, and my brother and I took
turns sucking Jerry's dick. He did not want to suck
ours, though. We showed Jerry how to lie back on the
bed, and my brother and I got between his legs and
took turns sucking him. After a bit, Jerry suddenly
sat up and said "Oh man, it's coming!" and started to
jack himself off. My brother and I kept our faces down
there, and as soon as Jerry started cumming we tried
to lick it all up. This was the first time that my
brother and I tongue-kissed each other because our
tongues kept touching while licking cum off Jerry's
dick, and so I just moved forward a bit and
french-kissed my brother, which was wonderful.

Jerry was kind of embarrassed. He cleaned up and
pulled his clothes back on, then said he was going
downstairs to get a drink. My brother and I got
dressed and followed him. Jerry said nothing about
what had happened, not then or for days afterwards.

But, a few weeks later, I invited Jerry to stay at our
house. Jerry and I slept in my room. He had made a
tape of the disco music for me, and late at night I
played the tape at low volume and started the
striptease again, to see what Jerry would do. He
smiled and joined me, so we quickly stripped naked and
played with each other's hard dicks.

I told Jerry to lay on the bed and I went to get my
brother. Together we came back to my bedroom and my
brother got undressed. All three of us were now on the
bed completely naked. My brother and I took turns
sucking Jerry again, but then I told my brother to
fuck my ass while I sucked Jerry's dick. We had gotten
to the point where we could do it without any lube
except a little saliva. So my brother was fucking me
from behind while I sucked Jerry's dick.

Jerry tried to sit up and push me off so he could jack
off to finish, but I held him down with one arm while
I kept sucking him. He lost control and started
bouncing all over the bed while he was cumming in my
mouth. He was being really loud too. As soon as I
swallowed, I told him to shut up because my parents
might hear.

My brother hadn't cum yet so I suggested a switch of
position. I got on my back and my brother sat on my
chest and thrust his sloppy dick into my mouth. Jerry
suddenly decided that cocksucking was OK and he got
between my legs to suck me.

We never did finish because we couldn't get
comfortable. My brother kept putting too much weight
on my chest and Jerry kept scraping my dick with his
teeth. So I got pissed off and had an argument with my
brother, if you can believe that. He went back to his
room, angry, and Jerry and I played with each other's
dicks. I asked Jerry if I could fuck him and he said
no. Then I tried to teach him how to suck me correctly
and he just couldn't do it. So I jacked off and shot
cum all over my belly, then asked Jerry to lick it up
and he said no.

I think he was getting uncomfortable with the whole
thing. So I just wiped the cum off my belly with an
old sock and we made jokes about other stuff until we
fell asleep.

That was the last time anything happened with Jerry.
I'll never forget that. It was so amazing. I have told
this story to people before, and they just can't
believe it because it sounds so perfect. Thinking
about that never fails to get me instantly hard.
Fantasizing about my past incest experiences always
excites me, but thinking about this three-way thing
with Jerry and my brother, even for a few seconds,
always gets my cock to swell up.

After that, I had sexual experiences with a few other
friends, but not with my brother. In fact it was
around that time that my brother started participating
in our sex play less and less. By the time I was 15 we
had stopped fooling around completely.

In high school I met a boy named Reese who was very
pretty, almost androgynous. He had earrings in each
ear, which was unheard of for men back then, so people
pretty much assumed he was gay, which he was.

The first night he stayed at my house, he made a pass
at me and in response I grabbed his crotch. We started
making out immediately and ended up naked in bed in a
69. When he came in my mouth I was so excited that I
started cumming in his mouth. I swallowed, but he
didn't, and when we kissed afterwards we swapped my
semen in our mouths.

He was really versatile and loved to fuck or get
fucked, so we started doing that too. In high school
we were just weird outcasts that got teased but mostly
left alone. We dated girls (and had sex with them) but
mainly on weekend we would have sex with each other as
much as possible.

So this is where I tell you about the last time I
sucked off my dad. Sometimes Reese and I would sneak
downstairs before or after sex and watch my dad's porn
while my dad was asleep in his chair. One night we
went down there and Dad was wearing just a robe, which
was wide open, and his hard dick was visible.

We dared each other to touch his dick. We both did it.
I dared Reese to lick it and he just touched it for a
second with the tip of his tongue. Then he dared me to
lick it and I really tongued it for several seconds.
Then he dared me to suck it, and I said I would only
if he fucked me at the same time.

So I pulled down my underwear and Reese eased himself
into my ass while I sucked my dad's dick. It was
incredible. Reese got a little too aggressive and
bumped me into Dad's chair, and Dad started turning
over and saying "wha? what?" He really had been
asleep. Reese and I shot up the stairs as fast as
possible and cowered under my covers together, waiting
for my dad to come in and kill us both. But he didn't.

Not long after that, Dad found God and quit renting
porn movies. He didn't fall asleep in his chair any
more, he quit renting porn movies, and he often
lectured us about the evils of the "material world,"
especially homosexuality.

But Reese and I continued as lovers until high school
graduation. We went on a two-week camping trip that
summer and spent most of the time having sex in our
tent, or in secluded parts of the woods. But then in
the fall, he went to college on the East Coast, and I
went to a place in Oregon. I never heard from him
again.

That's my story, I guess. I often fantasize about
seducing my brother again, or trying to catch my dad
backsliding and watching porn and pretending to be
"asleep." But I never have.

Sometimes I feel guilty about having sex with my
little brother, but I often rationalize it by thinking
that it was consensual, and I quit trying to do it
when he quit expressing interest. He seems pretty
normal now, and we have a pretty good relationship as
friends and brothers, so I don't think our childhood
games did him any harm.

I think my dad's religious beliefs are a reaction to
his guilt feelings for what happened, though. Not much
I can do about that. Besides it was really me who made
the first move there.

Anyway that is my story. Feel free to email me, I love
feedback, especially if you want to share your own
tale. Please don't bother sending me elaborate lies
about your family orgies though, I can see right
through that stuff.

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