Date: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 21:02:02 +0000
From: auto42376091@hushmail.com
Subject: Best Birthdays Ever -- Chapter 12

My Best Birthdays Ever

By Antonio Green Auto42376091@hushmail.com

Bb, Mb, incest, ws, mild scat, non, cons. anal, oral

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains
graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boys and adult males...
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I'm sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out to you. I hope to do
better with Chapter 13, but life (and real work) have a way of getting in
the way.

CHAPTER 12 A Wish Fulfilled

 FROM CHAPTER 11

We played Portal for a few more minutes and then got out and dried off. We
were heading into the main playroom when the intercom clicked on.

"You've got a visitor, Trent" Papa Marks voice squawked. "He said he has a
birthday present for you. Should I send him down or do you want to come up
here?"

My stomach dropped. Could it really be Patrick? And he had a present for
me? At first I got really excited, then I wondered if his present was going
to be doing something mean to me. Then I thought of how Jamie and Chrissy
said that Patrick really did like me. Plus, with Papa Mark right upstairs,
he couldn't do anything really bad.

"Okay, Papa. Send him down but I'll let you know when." I didn't care that
I was naked. All I wanted was to see the boy I loved so much. Even if it
meant it was the mean Patrick who came down the stairs.

NOW ON TO CHAPTER 12

My tummy was all agrowl. I wasn't sure it was Patrick, but who else could
it be? I was excited that Patrick was here but scared that the wrong
Patrick, the mean Patrick, had come to screw up my sleep over. I asked
Chrissy and Jamie what I should do, explaining my concerns. They both
thought it weird that Patrick would show up so late, especially since he
hadn't been at school the day before or at the party. But they thought it
would be safe to let him come down. I called to Papa Mark on the intercom
and told him to let the new visitor come down stairs.

It was Patrick! But boy did he look messed up. His hair wasn't combed. It
looked like he's gotten dressed in the dark, and his eyes -- his beautiful
blue eyes -- looked wild.

He kind of stumbled down a couple of stairs and then stopped to look
around. When he saw me, he dropped his head down and started back
down. Patrick walked slowly like he was scared or something. Maybe even
like he was hurting. But his face did look scared, I'll tell you that.
Papa Mark was right behind him. When they got down to the lower landing,
Papa Mark whispered to me that he knew this was Patrick so he'd left the
room monitor on. If there were any trouble, he'd hear it. Papa Mark turned
and left.

Patrick had a big drawing tablet in one hand. He extended it to me.

"This is your birthday present," he mumbled. His words were a little bit
slurred. "I didn't have nothing to wrap it in, but I want you to have
it. It's for you. Happy birthday." His voice was soft. As I started to open
the drawing pad, he grabbed my hand a little hard and held it so I couldn't
open it. I squealed from the squeeze he gave me.

"FUCK!" he yelled. "I didn't mean to hurt you. When I'm like this I
sometimes don't know how hard I'm doing stuff.

"Anyway, don't open it yet. I gotta say something. Hey you two, come on
over here. I want you to hear what I'm going to say to Trent."

He took a deep breath and looked around. He beckoned Chrissy and Jamie to
come over. When Papa Mark had called down about there being a visitor,
they'd slipped their undies back on. Patrick put both of his hands very
gently on my face, and looked me straight in the eyes. They glistened with
tears but the pupils, you know the little hole part in the middle, were
huge. That made him kind of wild looking and it scared me a bit.

"Trent, I have been a complete awful, motherfucking asshole with you. I
raped you then I ignored you and I was mean to you and I acted really nasty
with you and I'm so, so sorry." He was crying now. "I don't got an
excuse. I know why I did it, but it's not an excuse. From the first time I
saw you I fell in love. But there ain't no place for love in my life so I
turned it into hate. And that fuckin' sucked. It made me miserable. And it
made you miserable. Jamie told me you were. He kept telling me how much you
liked me. I kept telling him I hated you. And he told me I was fulla
shit. He was right, too."

Patrick's words gushed out almost too fast to understand. But I did
understand them and I started crying as well. Patrick's hands dropped from
my face and his arms wrapped around me. He pulled me in tight for a hug.

"I love you, little guy," he whispered in my ear. "I don't know if I've
ever really loved anyone before. But I love you so much. And I know I've
blown it with you and you'll never be able to love me. If you want, I'll
leave, but I want you to open your present first."

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say so I said
nothing. Looking back on that evening, I realized later that Patrick must
have thought I did hate him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't buy you nothing. This is all I could give you." He
unwrapped his arms and pulled me toward the bed.

Jamie had told me that Patrick liked to draw and was a good artist. But
when I opened the drawing pad, I was shocked. The first picture was of me
standing in front of the climbing structure at school. I was smiling in the
picture. He'd done it in colored pencils and it looked just like me. I
couldn't believe how good it looked.

"This is awesome," I said in a low voice. "When'd you do this?"

"A long time ago, I guess. About two or three days after I first saw you. I
couldn't get your face out of my mind. I did it from memory. It looks kinda
like you. I hope."

"So I can keep this?" I asked.

"The whole book is for you. You can show this one to your dads, but I don't
know if you should show some of the others. Wanna see them now?"

I turned the page. It was me again in the same pose, my arms on my hips and
looking all smiley and happy. This one was a pencil drawing. I was on a
mountaintop this time. And I was stark naked.

"I'd done one like this before but then after I saw you naked for real on
the day I ..." Patrick choked back a sob. "I did this the night after I
raped you. I knew what your boy parts really looked like so I did the
picture again. And the next one the same night."

The next picture was almost identical to the previous one but I had a
boner. My pipi stuck up tight to my tummy just like mine did when I was
really hard.

"I did this one the night after we did stuff in the clubhouse that
time. Not when I ..." He took a deep breath. "...raped you."

"You don't have to keep saying that, Patrick. It's okay. I forgive you."

"Yes I do gotta keep saying that. I raped you and that was fucking wrong. I
wanted to make love to you but I'm too chicken shit to do that so I raped
you."

The room was silent for several minutes. Patrick's head sagged against his
chest. Finally, he muttered, "You wanna look at the other pictures?"

When we looked at the next one, Jamie, Chrissy, and I all burst into
laughter. I was standing on the same mountain with a boner. Only this boner
was so big and fat it stuck up near my mouth. In the next picture I was
sucking on myself.

"I wish," I laughed.

We continued looking at the pictures. Most were pencil drawings but some
were colored pencil. Patrick had drawn ones of him kneeling at my feet and
sucking on my real sized boner and of him sucking on my huge boner. One
even had the tip of the boner stretching the back of his neck out. He had
numerous drawing of me fucking him in various places and positions. Some
with my real-sized boner and some with the huge one. One picture had us
doggy with me in back and the tip of my monster boner sticking out his
mouth. That was funny and sad at the same time.

I was about to turn to the last picture when Patrick stopped me.

"I'll leave after you see this one cuz you're NOT going to want me around
after you see it. It's a watercolor and I'm not very good at it." He turned
the page.

The picture shocked me. Patrick was lying on his back on the floor. A large
barbed hook pierced his penis and a rope stretched upward so that his penis
was stretched really long. His nipples were pierced the same way and were
stretched as well. A huge dildo protruded from his poo hole. His penis,
nipples, and the dildo were covered in red. I was squatting right over his
face and a long, brown mess was dropping from my poo hole onto a pile of
poo on his face. The top of the picture was lettered in really cool
lettering "Patrick Gets What He Deserves." The picture saddened me
tremendously. But it also excited me. Seeing the picture -- all of it --
made me so hard. I punched Patrick as hard as I could in the arm.

"Stupid asshole," I said. "You don't deserve this. But this part..." I
pointed at the poo mess "...is kinda cool."

I kissed him on the lips, then stuck my tongue in and moved it around. His
mouth was hot, dry, and tasted funny.

The four of us sat on the bed looking back over the pictures for another
ten minutes, talking about them, pointing out the sexy parts and the nasty
parts. I was totally boned and Jamie's and Chrissy's underpants stuck out
in front so I knew they were boned, too.

Patrick shifted a bit on the bed, gave me a really quick kiss and stood up.

"I guess I gotta be going. Happy Birthday, Trent." His voice sounded sad
and a little scared.

"Hey," I said, "You can't go yet. I love your birthday present,
Patrick. And I love you. But I want another birthday present now."

Patrick looked at me funny like he didn't understand me.

"I want you to FUCK me." I said the nasty word loud so that there was no
doubt what I wanted. And I'd said it all loud enough so Papa Mark could
hear. I wanted him to know that whatever happened down here, I wanted it
and wanted it badly.

"I don't know if I should," Patrick muttered.

"You're going to fuck me because it's my birthday and I get what I want on
my birthday. I want your cock inside my shitter and I want you to pound me
hard. You're going to give me what I want and you're going to stay
tonight." Saying the nasty, big boy words sounded so wrong and so good.

"Stay tonight? You didn't ask me to the sleepover."

I glared briefly at Patrick then smiled. "Only because I thought you'd
laugh at me and you wouldn't come anyway. But I want you to stay with us
tonight so we can play sexy and dirty and not get to sleep until really
late."

Tears rolled out of Patrick's eyes. "Thank you so much. I don't got no
place to stay. I ran out on my dad's party and if I go back he'll hurt me
bad. Real bad." For the second time in half an hour he had me in his arms,
squeezing me in a hug that crushed the air out of me.

"You really want me to fuck you? I mean really, really want it?" Patrick
asked.

I answered by grabbing him by the crotch and squeezing his dick. It was
already hard, and I could feel it twitch inside his pants. With my other
hand I pulled his head down and pushed my mouth against his and thrust my
tongue in. Like the time I'd kissed him before, Patrick's mouth was dry and
tasted funny. I explored his mouth with my tongue, his just lying quiet for
a moment. Then he pushed his tongue roughly into my mouth. I salivated and
let the spit flow into his dry cavern. My spit seemed to stimulate his and
his mouth filled with spit.

We frenched and swapped spit for several minutes. I pulled away for a
moment and without thinking what I was doing, I hocked a loogie from deep
in my throat. I'd only recently learned how to do it. I could feel its
sliminess on my tongue. I stuck my tongue out and showed Patrick.

"That's fucking awesome, dude," Chrissy whispered. "Are you gonna do what I
think you're gonna do?"

I'd forgotten about my two buddies, but they were standing right next to
us, naked once again.

Patrick engulfed my slimy tongue with his mouth and sucked the loogie into
his. He pulled away and stuck his tongue out. My greenish, gooey slime
rested there. He closed his mouth and visibly swallowed. He showed his now
dry tongue.

"Open your mouth, Sweet Stuff," he said. He hocked deeply and let a long,
slimy loogie drip from his lips into my mouth. I caught it on my
tongue. Nice taste! I swallowed, of course.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked. "I want you inside me. Get
naked!"

Patrick winced. "Please. I don't wanna be naked?"

"I want to see you naked!"

"Not this time, okay? Please? I'll fuck you as hard or as soft as you
want. But I just don't wanna take my close off. Please?"

"Okay," I answered. "This time. But you owe me a naked fuck soon. Where you
wanna do it?"

"On the bed, Trent. I want it to be nice. As rough as you want but I want
to do more than just fuck you. Know what I mean?" I knew what he meant. I
wanted it, too. He looked at me and said, "I wanna make love to you. Never
done that before. Not for real."

I grabbed Patrick's hand and started over to the bed, pulling him with
me. He pulled back as I pulled forward.

"Sorry, Trent I gotta piss real bad first. I haven't gone like for hours
and hours. I'm dripping, dude."

I glanced down. The denim on Patrick's dirty jeans bulged just enough that
I could tell he had a really hard bone. A small wet spot marked the jeans
at about five inches down his leg at the tip.

"That your restroom in there?" he asked as he headed toward the bathroom. I
followed right behind him and Chrissy and Jamie followed me. When he got to
the door, I pushed past him and dropped on my knees in front of the
toilet. Patrick stood in the doorway, his mouth gaping.

"Fuck. Your restroom's bigger `n my room at home. Hey dude, please move out
of the way. I'm gonna wet my pants if you don't."

"That'd be okay with me," I answered. "But I want you to pee here." I
pointed at my mouth.

Patrick struggled to unbutton his jeans. I knew how he felt. You gotta pee
so bad your hands are shaking and you can't get it out in time. Patrick was
having even more trouble since he was so hard. He just got it out and a big
spurt of pee squirted from the tip, splashing on my face. He grabbed his
hard on and squeezed the flow shut.

"I can't piss on you, Trent. I love you."

I answered by opening my mouth and pointing to it.

"No way, man. I can't do that to you."

Jamie spoke up. "He's serious, dude. He really likes it like that."

I crawled forward on my knees and took Patrick's cockhead in my mouth. I
looked up at him with my best puppy dog eyes.

"Fuck, man. I can't hold it," Patrick gasped, letting go the grip he had on
his cock. His stream erupted. Hot! It was so hot. And more bitter than any
pee I'd ever drunk. I closed my eyes and swallowed as fast as I could, but
I couldn't keep up with Patrick's flow. The pee flowed so fast, it ran from
my mouth and wet my chest, my tummy and my underpants. The flow shut off
suddenly. I opened my eyes. Chrissy had a steel grip on Patrick's dick.

"My turn, Patrick. Me then Jamie. Right, Jamie?" Jamie nodded
enthusiastically.

As much as I loved Patrick and his hot pee, and as much as I wanted to take
all of it, I was happy to let Chrissy have a turn. Honestly, Patrick's piss
was nasty tasting and I wasn't sure I could finish it.

Still gripping tightly on the Patrick's penis, Chrissy knelt down and took
my place in front of him.  He slipped his lips over Patrick's 5 inches,
getting almost all of it in at one time. I swear I could hear Patrick's pee
flowing into Chris's mouth. I could see him swallowing almost frantically
trying to keep up. Then I guess it was just too much for him. He grabbed
Patrick's hard dick around the base and squeezed really hard, cutting off
the flow.

"That's nasty ass shit tasting piss you got there, Patty," Chrissy said
frowning. Now nobody ever called Patrick Patty, but the big guy didn't seem
to mind. He grabbed his dick from Chrissy, spilling only a few spurts.

"Can't believe I got so much piss in me," he said, turning toward Jamie who
was now on his knees.

Did you forget that I told you that Jamie didn't like piss play? At least
at first he would tell us that. But I think he was the biggest piss pig
among us all.  He grabbed Patrick's still hard dick instead of putting it
in his mouth, he put it right up to his face and let go of it so that
Patrick pissed into his hair and onto his face. When the stinky pee was
dripping from his chin, Jamie aimed the spewing dick into his open mouth.

I don't know how long Patrick pissed. It seems like a long time, and at the
same time it was over really fast. By the time he was finished, there is
only one thing I wanted. That was Patrick's hard, 5 inch boy cock slamming
into my little poop hole. I grabbed him by the hand and led them to the
mattress on the floor the other room. I turned to look at my other two
friends. Through the door into the bathroom I could see Chrissy licking
piss off of Jamie's face and chest. It was incredibly horny looking. And if
it was possible----and I'm not sure it was----it made me even hornier for
Patrick's cock.

I wanted him to fuck me so much. But I wanted more than just to be fucked.
I didn't know it for what it was at the time. I knew I loved him. Just like
I loved Daddy and Papa Mark. More than I loved Jamie and Patrick, but I
thought it was the same type of love. Love for a brother. That sort of
thing. But as I knelt on the mattress, head down, butt up in the air,
cheeks pulled wide apart, I felt a depth of emotion I'd never felt before.
I looked up at Patrick, kneeling behind me. His eyes, pupils barely
visible, shone with that same emotion.

Leaning down over me, he put his mouth right by my ear. I could feel his
breath, his oh so hot breath, stir the hair dangling over my ear. He spoke
so softly, I could barely hear him. "I love you, little guy. You know that
don't you? So much it hurts at times."

My insides felt like they were going to burst. I wanted to jump up and down
and shout at the top of my lungs. Instead, I started crying, and all I
could squeak out was a pathetic little "me too." There was so much more I
wanted to say, wanted to tell him. But I knew he got it. I knew he knew
exactly how I felt.

"Get naked, please," I whispered.

"Don't wanna. Can't. Please don't make me," he whispered back. "Let me just
do it with my jeans on. Okay?" Sadness tinged his words. His cock stuck
through the dickie hole and looked huge. Beautifully, sexily huge. I wanted
my boyfriend -- I guess he's kind of my boyfriend -- I wanted him
naked. But right then, the important thing was getting that beautiful so,
so hard cock in my hole.

"Okay, but like I said, you owe me."

"Hey Jamie or Chrissy," he said over shoulder to the two boys who were
standing next was watching. "Either of you got slippery stuff?"

"You won't believe this, dude," Jamie said, "Trent's Daddy and Papa Mark
got him some for his birthday. And other shit like dildos and stuff. Do you
believe that?"

I interrupted before anybody could say anything else. "Don't want slippy
stuff. I want to feel it really good when you fuck me." I put extra
emphasis on the word `fuck.'

"Then I'll use the slippery stuff God gave all us horny boys," Patrick
giggled. He kissed my left cheek. That one. Back there. Not the one on my
face. He then swung over and kissed my right cheek, and took a little
nibble from it.

"Youch!" I yelped.

"Aw, sowwy Twent, did I huht you?" The last person I'd expect to hear using
baby talk was baby talking to me. He didn't seem very concerned about
hurting me though. He knew he really hadn't done so. And showed it by
taking a nip out of my left cheek.

"There, now they're even!"

Patrick leaned in really close and started licking backside of my ball sack
with his tongue. It tickled! Tickled so much. I started giggling. Funny
thing though, so did Chrissy and Jamie. They must have thought what was
going on was pretty funny. Patrick reached his hands between my legs and
pulled my incredibly hard dickie back between my legs.  He licked the
tip. And nibbled on that, too. He sucked it's full-length into his mouth,
slobbering all around it.

Okay, you're going to think I'm a little bit crazy. In fact, I was getting
a little crazy at that time. But it was really crowded between my legs with
Patrick's heads shoved up there against my butt crack, his mouth and tongue
playing with my boy parts. Patrick radiated heat like a never known a
person to radiate before. His head felt so hot and his hair tickled my butt
hole. That's when the crazy thought hit me. I didn't want Patrick to put
his penis in me. I wanted him to shove his whole head inside my little boy
poop hole.  Everything. His head, his neck, his whole body.  Right at that
moment I didn't want Patrick's penis to fuck me; I wanted him to fuck me.

As crazy as the thought was, it also seemed pretty funny and I just
increased my giggling. Which increased Jamie's and Chrissy's. Patrick was
the only person who wasn't laughing. He was too busy taking care of me. He
pulled out from between my legs trailing his time along that part I've
since learned is called the taint.  I've never felt anything so sexy that
wasn't my penis or my rear end. He poked at that part with his tongue and
then trailed it up, licking from the bottom of my butt crack right to the
bottom of my poop hole. My hole twitched in anticipation of Patrick's
tongue touching it. But Patrick had another idea instead. Using the
underside of his tongue, he licked from the top of my crack down to as
close to my hole as he'd been before. Close, but no contact.

I was going crazy. "Lick it, damn it!" I yelled. Patrick was not about to
give me my way. He will repeated his tongue's journey from the back of my
ball sack, over my t'aint, and back up to just below my twitching little
hole. Then to the top and down again. He must have done this 10 times. I
needed something on my little butt hole, and if he wasn't going to use his
tongue there, I'd have to take care of it myself. I reached over to poke my
finger inside, but Patrick swatted my hand away.

"What's my little baby want?" Patrick asked. It was sweet the way he spoke,
not teasing. I knew he wanted to give me what I wanted. But I also know he
wanted me to enjoy it in ways I've never enjoyed sex before.

"Lick my hole please," I pleaded. Instead of doing what I asked, Patrick
pushed my hands away from my cheeks and pulled them apart himself. He
kissed me all over my butt cheeks, all over my butt crack, in wide circles
that got smaller and smaller until finally, mercifully, he kissed me right
on my hole. You might think that it's sexy having a 13-year-old boy kiss
the place where I poop. And it is sexy. But right at that moment, what I
felt was love.

"Patwick wuvs Twenty's poopoo pwace," baby boy Patrick said.

He kissed it again.  Then he licked it like a cat might lap up spilt
milk. His licking became harder, more deliberate, wetter. Then the stab of
his tongue right in the center of my most intimate place. And another
stab. And another. Each time, his tongue got a little deeper. Then he stops
stabbing with this time and started pushing steadily forward with it.

I know it was my wild, crazy imagination--an imagination released by
circumstances I didn't know or understand at the time----but I felt like
his tongue was as long as his dick. Longer even. It felt like it was
crawling deep inside me. It was a snake. It was going to crawl all the way
up my tummy, pushing aside anything that got in the way. If I weren't in
the crazy state I was in, I might've been embarrassed he would feel poop
inside me. But that didn't matter to me. I wanted Patrick's long, thick,
snake of a tongue to devour me entirely.

Wet. Oh so wet. Patrick's snake was drooling inside my rectum. Making me
ready. Patrick sensed it at the same time I did.

"Are you ready for me, baby boy?" I could barely hear Patrick's raspy
voice.  My answer was a grunt, but my lover could understand.

"I know you want me to fuck you," Patrick whispered. "But I'm not going to
do that. There'll be plenty of time for fucking later. I promise you. But
I'm not going to fuck you. I want to make love to you."

A tinge of disappointment hit. I don't know why, but I really wanted
Patrick's first real fuck after the rape to be a hard one. I knew he loved
me -- maybe as much as I loved him. I didn't know what was wrong with me,
but I wanted it hard and fast and I wanted it to hurt. But I loved him and
wanted him to be happy. So I was willing to have him be gentle and make
love to me.

Patrick hocked deep down into his throat and spit onto my hole. Wet and
gooey. I could feel his loogie pooled right on my hole. Another hock and
another spit. I didn't feel anything so I guessed Patrick had spit it on
his cock.

He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "You ready for my love, sweet
little baby boy?"

Patrick pressed the head of his hard-on against my hole. He pushed gently
for a brief moment then WHAM!

"OWWWWW!" I screamed. Patrick had jammed his cock all the way inside
me. His soft pubes tickled my cheeks but that's not what I felt. I felt
hot, searing pain slam up my poop chute. It hurt so much and felt so
good. It's just what I wanted.

"Everything okay down there?" Papa Mark called over the intercom, his voice
shaky.

"I'm okay," I called out, my voice as shaky as his. "I just stubbed my
toe."

I turned my head to look at Patrick, tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Don't you fucking stop. Fuck me hard," I yelled at my lover, my raper, my
attacker.

I knew Papa Mark could hear me. He was monitoring us for my safety. He knew
I hadn't stubbed my toe. I'm sure he knew I was being fucked hard by the
boy I loved so much. I kind of expected him to charge down the stairs, but
I didn't care. All I wanted was to feel Patrick fucking me hard, deep, and
fast.

And Patrick didn't disappoint me. He pounded in and out of me so hard, I
could barely hold myself from falling forward. His cock was huge inside
me. It stuffed me so full I felt like I had to take a huge dump. But I knew
it wasn't poop inside me. It was my lover's cock.

 "I...LOVE...YOU!" Patrick cried out, each word punctuating a hard slam
into my poo hole. All I could do was grunt.

I'll tell you, it made me feel weird that I loved how much it hurt. Oh
man. It really hurt a huge amount. But I loved it. My poo hole was on fire
with Patrick's slamming in and out. My insides were on fire with the
wonderful feeling of Patrick's cock in me. Only it really didn't feel like
his cock. It was like all of him filled me up inside.

Then he reached underneath me and grabbed my boner. That's all it took to
send me into that hazy area I visited when I dry cummed. My poop chute must
have been squeezing Patrick's cock because he started grunting, "So
tight. So tight. Squeezing so hard. Fucking shit, little man."

After that, I lost all track of time and all sense of everything around me
except what was going on inside me. Patrick pulled his cock all the way out
so the head snuggled against my hole. Then WHAM. Once again he slammed
inside me. This time no yell from me. Just another cock-squeezing dry
cum. Patrick didn't fuck in and out this time, though. He slammed forward
as hard as he could.

As I write this, I've been having anal sex for four years now. A lot of
it. I figure I've been fucked at least two times a week for four
years. That's gotta be 500 times. But I know it's lots more cuz a lot of
times it's more than once a day and many times I get fucked almost every
day. I can tell you honestly that most of the time you don't feel cum
squirting in you. You can feel the throbbing, but not the
cum. Usually. Just sometimes. This time, though, I could feel Patrick's cum
unloading in me. He had tons of it. His cock jerk and twitched and spasmed
and I felt like he was pissing in me there seemed to be so much.

I don't know if I ever came down from dry cum number two, but Patrick's
jizzifying my pooper started cum number three. Or maybe his sperming just
wound number two back up. It doesn't matter. I almost blacked out I felt so
great feeling his spewing inside me. I felt so good I lost control of my
bladder and peed. It's a good thing we have a pad on the mattress.

I collapsed onto the wet spot underneath me. Patrick stayed stuck to my
back and his cock stayed inside me. Hard. He finished off pushing softly in
and out of me.

When I caught my breath, I looked over my shoulder at the boy I loved.

"That was so wonderful. But I thought you said you were going to make love
to me, dude. You were rough fucking me!" I loved using the big boy bad
words.

"Hey, little guy, I been fucked more times than I can count. My asshole dad
been doing it since before I can remember and he's been sharing me since I
was like five or six. All those times, I don't never think anybody's made
love to me. Some guys were gentle and said gooey, lovey things to me. But
they weren't making love to me for real. Way I figure, making love is
giving the guy you love what he wants. Exactly what he wants. So that's
what I did. I wanted to be soft and gentle to show how sorry I was about
rapin' you. But you didn't want it that way. So I made love to you by doing
it rough and hard like you wanted."

He turned slightly and began licking inside my ear. No one has ever done
that to me before. I don't know if anyone's done it with you, but it sure
got me hot.

"Can you fuck me again, Patrick? Please? When you get hard again?"

"Can't you feel me, baby boy? I'm still hard. The guys at my asshole dad's
gave me pills that'll keep me hard like forever. Want it hard or soft this
time? My fucking?"

"I want you to do it like you want." He went back to licking my ear and my
neck. Lying flat on my tummy, I turned my head to get his lips against
mine. He pushed his hard boy cock slowly into me. His tongue mirrored his
cock. Slow in. Slow out. Tongue. Cock. Rubbing against my by place inside
me. I tingled all over. Shivered. Jerked. Another hard, dry cum
hit. Patrick didn't stop. He didn't pick up his pace. Steady. Slow. Loving.

Another shiver. Another eye-rolling dry cum. More pee squirted out. A lot
this time. My dickie wouldn't go soft. It rubbed gently into the warm
wetness of my pee. From my right I heard a squeak then a yell. I glanced
over. Jamie was folded over Chrissy's kneeling body pushing into his
brother's eight year old boy hole faster, rougher than I was
experiencing. In their own way, they were making love.

Patrick was licking my cheek. His pace in and out of my boy hole picked up
ever so slightly. His tongue found my nose and traveled inside. Faster,
deeper he drove into my rectum. Another shiver. Another cum. Faster,
deeper, but never rough. Soft, deep, lovingly deep.

"AHHHHHHH!" Patrick yelled and pushed as deep into me as his cock could
go. Patrick and I shivered and cummed at the same time. Me very dry. Him
very wet.

We slowly descended into reality, a reality where Jamie was calling his
little brother all sorts of nasty names.

"Cum sucker. Mother fucker. Cocksucker. Shit eater. Piss drinking dog shit
eater." And worse. Better. I laughed. Chrissy grunted and shook, pulling on
his hard little spike. I grabbed my own hard two inches and pulled on it
watching my two best friends fucking madly.

I realized then that Jamie and Chrissy were indeed my best friends. Patrick
. . . well, Patrick didn't fit into that category at all. He was so much
more than a best friend. He consumed me totally. He was my . . .

I gasped, "I love you so much, Patrick." He had me pinned beneath his body,
his hardness still moving softly inside me. Under my tummy I grasped my
hardness -- damn! I was still hard, too.

Jamie yelped, slammed once more into Chrissy and collapsed on top of
him. After catching their breaths, they rolled onto their backs. Jamie was
still hard. His penis looking fatter, longer than it ever had. Chrissy
. . . he was hard still too.

"Fuck! If you was a girl, I think I woulda made you pregnant I cummed so
much in you. Want anymore, lover baby?" Patrick asked. I did want more but
I was way sore back there.

"Can I have it later, please? I'm a little sore back there. I really,
really want to make love to you, Patrick. But first I got a favor and I
don't want to think I'm weird if I ask it. Please?"

Patrick nuzzled his head against my hair, rubbing it gently.

"I don't know about the making love thing, Trent. I mean, I want you to,
but it's because of something else. And I already think you're weird. But
you can't ask me anything that'd make me not love you."

"Yeah, dude. You are weird!" Jamie said. He and Chrissy had scooted right
next to us.

"I wanna do something I never did before." I muttered, gulping. "I wanna
eat your creamies. I wish I could eat it out of my poop chute but my
tongue's not long enough."

I felt really weird, nutty, sick, and perverted saying it, but this is what
I really wanted to do right then. It's like it would finish up the
wonderful two fuckings I'd just gotten if I could swallow Patrick's cum. I
knew where it was, but that only made it sexier for me.

Patrick's hardness twitched inside me.

"That's called felching, dude. Where'd you learn about that?" he asked.

"Made it up myself. You mean other guys do it?"

"Not only other guys, but Jamie and Chrissy've done it with me. And I've
done it when my asshole father tells me to. How you wanna do it?"

I hadn't really given that part any thought. I just knew I wanted to taste
his cum.

"Dunno. Maybe squeeze it out onto my hand and lick it?"

Chrissy jumped up. "I got a better idea. Poop it out into my hands."

Patrick smiled and slowly pulled his dick out of my butt. I felt so empty
with him gone. I rolled onto my back; Patrick's cock looked so big
. . . and hard. Damn! All of were still hard. I don't know how many cums
Chrissy and Jamie had, but Patrick had just had two big ones and I'd had
like a million. All of us still hard.

Patrick's cock glistened with some of his cum. The skin on the tip was
pulled all the way so it looked a lot like my Daddy's and Papa Mark's. He
held it and looked at it carefully.

"No blood," he sighed. I could tell he was relieved. I couldn't see any
blood either, but some poop stuck to the part right under the head. Some
also streaked his shaft. Not a lot, but I thought it was cool that I'd
marked him that way.

"Can you hold on letting my cum out?" Patrick asked. "I wanna go clean off
my dick. Okay?"

"That's NOT okay," I snarled trying to sound bossy and like a big boy. Only
it really didn't come out that way. "I'm gonna clean that for you AFTER I
get to eat your cummies."

My two best friends and my lover all laughed. I slowly rose to my knees
then stood gingerly. I didn't want to lose any of Patrick's precious semen
. . . at least not yet. Plus, I was really sore. Maybe there wasn't any
blood, but I knew I'd hurt when I pooped for a few days.

Patrick held me up under my arms. Chrissy crawled behind. I glanced back
there. He was on his knees, both hands open about a foot under my butt.

"I'm ready when you are," he said.

I took a deep breath and pushed my tummy a little. A huge fart erupted from
my hole. Patrick, Jamie, and Chrissy all giggled. Man, it stunk awful. For
some reason, I was embarrassed.

"Sorry guys," I muttered.

"Don't worry, baby boy," Patrick said rubbing his head against mine. "It
happens to me a lot when I get fucked by big cocks."

I pressed again. Another fart, but this time my hole felt like it was way
big. Gooey and wet stuff oozed out. Once it started, it didn't want to
stop. It felt a little like diarrhea coming out, only thicker and way more
wonderful. It was Patrick flowing out my gaping hole.

I looked back. Chrissy's face was scrunched up.

"That's a fucking lot of jizz, man," he said. Another fart. Another quick
gush. Then my hole slowly closed. "You done, Trent?" I nodded.

Chrissy stood and came around in front of me. It WAS a lot of jizz
. . . tan colored with streaks of darker brown.

"Yeah. A lot of cum," Patrick said. "I wasn't allowed to cum for like five
days. The asshole had my dick locked up in this thing so I couldn't jack
off. Couldn't even get hard in it. It drives me nuts when the asshole won't
let me cum. When the `party' started, if they thought I was getting close
to cumming, they zapped my dick and balls with this electric thing. So I
guess I stored a lot up . . . for you, baby boy. Jokes on them. It's pretty
nasty looking. You sure you want it?"

I wanted it and I wanted it right then! I started to bend over but I could
get it, Jamie stopped me.

"You're gonna want to see this," He ran to his pants and got out his
iPhone. He had one of those where you can take pictures of yourself and see
what you're doing. He started filming.

I leaned over and was about to slurp it all in my mouth, but I
stopped. This was the very first time I'd eat my lovers cum from my
pooper. First time but not the last. I wanted it to last. So I sucked up
maybe half of it. It was salty like Daddy's and Papa Mark's and little
bitter. More bitter than cum usually is. Bitter like, well, like poop
though not as strong.

I opened my mouth and let my friends see my lover's cum on my tongue. I
closed my mouth, swirled it around inside, swished it so it got frothy. A
tee-tiny bit went down my throat, but I didn't want to swallow it. Not
yet. I blew bubbles though my lips. I looked at the screen on Jamie's
iPhone. I got to admit it looked pretty funny, but kind of sexy at the same
time. It was time, so I swallowed it all. The slimy, foamy, frothy mess
felt so good sliding down my throat. I opened my mouth to let my friends
see I'd swallowed Patrick's precious cum.

I pulled Chrissy's hands to my face and slurped in the rest of the gooey
mess.

"Don't do anything with it yet," Patrick said. He pressed his lips against
mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. Slurp! He vacuumed the jizz from
my mouth into his. Then, slurp again and the gooey mess pushed back into my
mouth. Back and forth, back and forth we passed his
semen. Creamy. Bitter. Foamy. Salty. Frothy. Delicious. Then he pulled
away, his mouth now full. He pulled my mouth open from my chin and leaned
over me. A long, thick strand of cum oozed from his mouth to mine. Just as
it touched my tongue, Patrick touched my boner and began gently stroking
it. That's all it took to send me into my one-million and first dry
cum. It's a good thing he was holding me up with one hand because I'd have
collapsed on the ground jerking around like a fish on the shore. I
swallowed everything. Everything. I was swallowing my thirteen year old
lover.

Patrick pulled me to him and squeezed me in a huge bear hug.

"I've always loved doing that," he said, "but that's the first time I
didn't feel like a sicko perv. It felt so good doing it with you."

I looked up at Patrick and said, "I wanna make love to you
now. Please. Anyway you want it. But I want to be inside you."

Tears formed in Patrick's eyes. "I look kinda bad back there, guys. They
been kinda rough with me. Promise you won't freak out. And promise you
won't tell nobody."

What could I do but promise? And so did Jamie and Chrissy cuz they both
knew I wanted to do this so much.

Patrick took a deep breath, put his hands on the top of his Levis and
pushed them down. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Patrick's skinny
legs were covered in bruises and red welts -- half inch wide stripes
crisscrossing his legs. His jockeys were yellow stained and dingy. But we
all were used to seeing that since he'd told us he only had one pair of
underpants. Another deep breath. His hands paused briefly at the jockey's
waistband. Then he pushed those down, too. I wasn't surprised by the thick
brown skid marks. We'd all seen those before, also. But the skid marks were
overlaid with a large circle of lighter red-brown I recognized as dried
blood.

"Oh god, Patrick," I whimpered, "what did they do to you?"

Patrick pushed the underpants around his ankles. Anger flashed in his
eyes. He slowly shuffled around so we could see the back of his legs. More
welts. More bruises. Only these not only covered his legs, they
crisscrossed his cheeks. His once pale white beautiful cheeks were barely
visible under them.

Patrick bent over. "You asked for it," he mumbled.

He pulled his cheeks apart. It felt like all the air went out of the room
as he exposed himself. We all gasped. Gone was his tight, brown wrinkle. A
bright red, thick inch long tube of flesh protruded from where you'd expect
to see his poop hole.

"You happy now?" mean Patrick snarled. "No way you'd want to fuck that
nasty piece of ass is there?" Then in a flash, mean Patrick disappeared as
he straightened up and pushed his face in his hands.

"I'm so embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed," he sobbed.

I grabbed him and hugged so hard he stumbled backward and almost fell.

"What'd they do to you?" I asked. Patrick just stood there, clutching me,
his head resting on mine, tears dripping onto the back of my neck. I don't
know how long we stood there like that. Finally he snorted and stood erect.

"Sorry I got angry. It's not you. It's me. I let them do this to me. I let
the asshole do this."

I looked in the face of the boy I loved so much. I know I'd promised not to
say anything, but I couldn't keep that promise. No way. I spun around and
dashed up the steps calling out for Papa Mark. I knew he had the room
monitor on and I hoped he was listening.

When I got into the kitchen -- that's where the door from the playroom is
-- Papa Mark was just coming in.

"I heard you calling, Trent," he said. "I wasn't worried about you guys
anymore so I didn't think I had to . . . " As soon as he got to me, he
grabbed my chin and held my head up and stared into my eyes.

"What'd he give you?" he snarled.

He pushed by me and took the steps down to the playroom two at a time. I
had no idea what he was talking about but he was angrier than I'd ever seen
him. By this time, Patrick had his pants all pulled up. Jamie and Chrissy
stood behind him, still naked, still in a state of shock over what we'd all
seen.

Papa Mark covered the space from the bottom of the stairs to Patrick in one
second. No kidding. He grabbed Patrick's chin and tilted it up like he'd
done mine.

"What fucking drugs did you give my boy?" he screamed at Patrick.

Patrick sputtered and muttered and couldn't get a clear word out.

"He didn't give us anything," I pleaded. "I promise." Then my anger
exploded. "I hate you. How can you think I'd take anything. Patrick is hurt
bad. Real bad." I was so pissed I was crying.

Papa Mark calmed down a bit. He let go of Patrick's chin, which dropped to
his chest.

"You're on something, aren't you boy?"

"Yes, sir," Patrick mumbled. "They made me take these little yellow pills
and ecstasy and coke and crank. Sorry, sir, but they made me take it."

"Answer me honestly. Did you trick my boys into taking anything? Trent's
eyes look like he's on speed."

Patrick gasped. "I swear, sir. I would never. I know I was mean to Trent
before but I really love him. I wouldn't do nothing no more that could hurt
him. I swear."

Papa Mark looked closely at Chrissy's and Jamie's eyes.

"I'm not judging anybody, guys, but I know how much Trent loves to drink
pee. Did you guys drink Patrick's pee tonight?"

That was it! Drinking his pee gave us some of the drugs he'd been forced to
take. It was the reason we all felt so horny, well besides just being horny
boys, and why we had boners that wouldn't go down is that we got a dose of
everything Patrick had been made to take when we drank his pee. Weird, no?

But that wasn't what was important.

"You gotta look at Patrick's butt. Please Papa Mark. He got hurt real bad."
I was bawling by then.

Patrick tried to refuse, but when he wants something, Papa Mark gets it. He
took a close look at my lover's legs and then at his rear end. He pulled
out his iPhone and took a bunch of pictures. Then he switched to video and
asked Patrick to tell us what happened.

Patrick started crying. Quietly he spoke . . .

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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