Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2012 12:22:50 +0000
From: auto42376091@hushmail.com
Subject: My Best Birthdays Ever - Part 3

My Best Birthdays Ever
By Antonio Green
Auto42376091@hushmail.com

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

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From Chapter 2

"Nobody waited for me to feel better," Patrick shouted and started pounding
really hard. Funny thing, he was crying harder than Chrissy. In fact,
pretty quick Chrissy stopped crying and was grunting and moaning with every
hard shove into his hole. He was liking it! But Patrick acted like a crazy
kid. He acted like it hurt him! Since he'd cum inside me not too long ago,
he took a long time to cum. Maybe 10 or 15 minutes. During that whole time,
Chrissy was going back and forth between my leaky butthole and his
brother's now clean cocklet.

I wanted to make my little classmate feel good so I stretched for his
peener. I guess it must have already felt pretty good cuz when I touched
his hard nail, he shook and jerked around with an intense, dry cum. Patrick
must have felt it. He slammed hard into the boy's rectum and held him
tightly by the hips while he orgasmed.

He held Chrissy in place for a moment, then stood up suddenly, pulling his
softened cock out of Chrissy's hole.

Patrick moved away from the mattress, keeping his back to us as much as
possible. He quickly pulled on his underwear and jeans, picked up his
shirt, shoes, and socks and stormed to the door.

We all looked at each other. Chrissy was panting, still coming down from
his orgasm.

"Goddamned motherfucking faggots. I hate you all," Patrick screamed. But
even through the yelling, you could hear his tears.

Strange, strange dude.

Now on to Chapter 3

As the shed door--the fort door to Chrissy and Jamie--slammed shut, I
suddenly felt very naked. My little penis shrank to the embarrassing button
it is when it's not hard, sitting right on top of my tight little ball
sack. It struck me even as much as I enjoyed what Jamie and mostly Patrick
had done to me, I'd been raped. Raped by two older boys. And one of them
was standing in front of me. I stood up touching my tiny equipment, and
started to cry.

Chrissy looked at me. "What's wrong, Trent?"

I honestly could not think of what to say. I just stood there sobbing. Both
Chrissy and Jamie came over to me and pulled their arms around me.

"Did we hurt you?" asked Jamie. I couldn't answer I just sob. "I'm really
sorry. Really, really sorry. Please don't be mad. I like you a lot."

Chrissy pulled me even tighter and then he kissed me on the cheek. He
scuttled behind me, pulled my cheeks apart and bent me over as he
did. After brief inspection, he stood up.

"You don't look like you got hurt back there," he said. "I like it the
first time Jamie did it to me. But I bet it can be kind of scary the first
time. And that other kid, he's really scary."

I pulled myself together enough to stop bawling but the tears for still
coming out of my eyes.

"It didn't hurt. I liked it. But you guys raped me. Well, not you Chrissy,
but your brother and Patrick. And that really scares me."

Jamie kept hugging me tighter and tighter so that I thought I would have
the breath crashed out of me. He was whispering to me, "I'm so sorry. So so
so so so so sorry. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again."

I look right in Jamie's eyes. "But that's one of the things that scary. I
want you to do it again. I don't know about Patrick. I think he wants to
hurt me."

"He's really fucked up for sure," Jamie said. "He's also really nice. You
got understand him. I guess I don't, not really. He's really not that easy
to understand. Please don't hate us; please don't hate Patrick."

Jamie picked up my clothes and started handing them to me piece by piece so
I could put them on.

"I won't blame you if you tell on us. But it's sure to fuck us all up if
you do."

I took a deep breath. "I won't tell. I just hope you guys don't do me
again."

"We still friends?" Chrissy asked. He kissed me on the cheek again, leaving
big wet marks.

I gave him a kiss back is my answer. He was the first boy I never
kissed. Yes, I've kissed my daddy and uncle Mark all the time. But I'd
never kissed another boy. It felt weird. Strange. The unusual, but I liked
it.

"I won't tell on any of you. But please keep Patrick away from me. Please."

This all happened on Wednesday. So the next Thursday when I'm back in
school Chrissy ran up to me and slapped me on the back and put his arm
around my shoulder, pal style. He leaned in and said to me, "I'd give you a
hug and a kiss, but I don't want to be teased."

"Did you tell Patrick to leave me alone?"

"Jamie did. Patrick wouldn't listen to me if I said anything."

So Thursday and Friday Chrissy and me hung out a together. I wasn't sure if
I get teased for being his friend, but I didn't care. It turned out
okay. Neither one of us got teased. I saw both Jamie and Patrick. They hung
around together the whole time. Every time Patrick saw me, he looked right
at me. Sometimes he looked pretty pissed off. But other times he looked
sad. Almost like he wanted to say something. But the next thing he'd have
that pissed off look again.

Friday right before I got on the school bus, Patrick and Jamie came up to
me. Patrick gave me a soft tap on the back. I think he wanted it to look
like he was being rough with me, but it wasn't rough.

"Hey twerp, meet us at the fort tomorrow at 10 in the morning. Be there or
else!"

Geez, I was not even eight years old and this kid was really messing with
my mind. The words were all threatening, but he didn't sound like he was
threatening me. It was almost like he was inviting me to be there.

I had no intention of going there and when I saw Chrissy I told him
that. He looked at me with a sad look in his eyes.

"Ya gotta go there. You just gotta," he said. "H-h-h-he said I had to get
you there."

So the next day, Saturday, I dressed in my play clothes and went to the
fort. It was unlocked so I knocked on the door. Chrissy let me in. We were
the only ones there. I got to tell you I was scared. I had no idea what was
going to happen to me but I didn't think it would be good. Funny thing is
that I was looking forward to it and scared of it at the same time. I'm
older now, so I understand that sort of thing. But to an almost 8-year-old,
no way.

Christian and I played around with some Tonka trucks he'd brought. We're
playing maybe 15 minutes when the door to the fort creaked open. I jumped
up scared all over again. Jamie stood in front, and Patrick stood behind
him. They walked through the door and up to me fast. I couldn't help
it. They both scared me so much I wet myself. Not a little bit. A lot. I
didn't realize how much I had to pee while I was playing with Chrissy, but
it all came out.  I was totally embarrassed. Starting to cry again, I felt
like a little baby.

Patrick grabbed me and pulled me to him really tight. I tried to struggle
and get away, but he wouldn't let go. I knew he was getting wet from my
peed pants. I knew I was going to be teased about being a little baby...or
worse. Maybe even smashed by this big kid, this big, mean sixth-grader.

But he didn't smash me. He cuddled my head into his chest, because that's
as far as I reached. He started nuzzling the hair on my head and was saying
quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear...

"I'm really sorry Trent. I raped you just like that asshole raped me. I
know how much it scared you. You don't know how much it scared me. It still
does when he's drunk. I you won't ever forgive me. But I promise I won't
never do it again. Jamie and me, we ain't going to hurt you again. Is that
okay?"

I didn't know what to say. He leaned down and began licking the tears from
my face.

Then Patrick pulled away from me suddenly. "I am so fucked up!" And he was
crying again. He had a reputation for being a really tough, mean kid at
school. I had already seen him cry a couple of times. I'd even felt his
tears on me after he'd finished raping me.

I didn't really know what to say. So I said what I really felt. It scared
me that I was saying this.

"It's okay, Patrick. It didn't hurt that much. Not really. I feel stupid
saying this, but I like having stuff up my butt. You felt kinda good."

I couldn't believe I was saying this. It was true, but I didn't think I
could ever admit to it. And the funny thing is, I felt better saying
it. Patrick turned around and walked back to squeeze me again. This time,
he squeezed really hard, and I farted really& loud. We all laughed.

"Can we be friends kind of at least a little bit?" Patrick asked.

I nodded and smiled. To be honest I was still scared of him. But when he
acted the way he was acting now, I liked him. He seemed really nice. But
I'd also seen him when he was really mean and I didn't know when that
Patrick would pop up again.

"You want to do it again?" I asked Patrick. "Not mean like you did. But
nice like you are now."

"I don't deserve to do nothing to you," Patrick answered. "Ain't never
gonna it to you again. Never I promise.

After a minute or so just standing there he said, "How about if you fuck
me?"

`Fuck him?' It felt so weird and wrong to even think that word. I'd never
done anything like that. The only thing I've ever done was up my own
butt. And the sucking I'd done on the day Patrick raped me. But now I knew
enough after that Wednesday if I was going to do it I'd have to have a
stiffy. And when this morning started and Patrick ran at me, there's no way
I should have a stiffy. I hadn't thought much about it when we were talking
but now I did a quick squeeze of my crotch. I had a stiffy for sure.

"You really want me to?"

"Yep. You're going to think I look funny back there though."

"I dunno. I'm real wet. And I smell like peepee," I said.

"Hey, Christian, can you rinse out Trent's pants and dry them?" Jamie
asked. "And bring a wash cloth so we can wipe him down."

Chrissy complained a little bit, but Jamie just stared at him until he
agreed. I was ashamed that I'd peed myself. And taking my soaked jeans and
underwear off really embarrassed me. But as I pulled my underwear off, I
took a quick glance, and saw that they were skidmark free. Thank goodness
for that.

I looked at Patrick. "You want me to take everything off?"

"That's up to you. But I really like the way you look& a lot. A fucking
lot. I'd love to see you naked again. And I'm going to get naked and so's
Chrissy and Jamie if you want."

Back in those days I didn't know what gay meant. But I knew I liked seeing
both Chrissy and Jamie naked on Wednesday. I like looking at myself
naked. I like seeing Daddy and Uncle Mark naked. And even though he scared
me, I thought Patrick naked looked really, really good.

As soon as I nodded `yes,' Patrick began stripping out of his clothes. It
looked like he was wearing the same dirty, dingy underpants he'd worn on
Wednesday. I remembered how Jamie said didn't change them much because they
were his only pair. I looked down at my own underpants. They were bright,
clean Sponge Bob Underoos. Daddy always got me plenty of underwear. I
couldn't imagine not having enough to wear a clean pair every day.

I hadn't noticed how tight they were last time I saw him in them. I guess I
was just too scared, too overwhelmed. But they were tight enough and thin
enough that Patrick's hard dickie showed clearly. The outline pointed up
toward his belly button. His ball sack, which was much bigger than mine,
was neatly bundled at the bottom of his jockey shorts. To be honest, I
liked the way it looked. I liked the little wet spot on top of Patrick's
hard dickie head. Before Wednesday I would've thought it was a small peepee
spot. But now I had a sense it was the stuff that shot out of his dickie
into my mouth and into my butt.

"How do I do it?" I asked.

"You mean fuck me?"

"Yea...h...h...h...h...h. How do I do that stuff? You know. Like you did to
me."

Jamie and Patrick both laughed. Patrick said, "You don't like saying `fuck'
do you?"

I shook my head "I've never said it before. Daddy wouldn't want me to. "

"You sound like you love your daddy. Is he nice?" Patrick asked.

I didn't really know how to answer that. I just assumed all daddies were
nice. But now I was beginning to wonder. Patrick had talked about that
a-hole who'd raped him. I wanted to ask him if it was his daddy. But I was
afraid to. It always seemed to make him angry.

Right then Chrissy came skipping through the door to the fort. I was
shocked. He was completely naked and had a stiffy. He closed the door
behind him. Chrissy must've seen the surprise on my face. He laughed.

"Don't worry, Trent. There's no one home, and our fences are high enough
that no one can see us naked in the backyard. You should try it. It's a lot
of fun being naked outside."

It sounded fun and I figured I'd try it sometime soon. But right now I was
beginning to get a little bit anxious about what was going to happen. I
think I wanted to do what Patrick asked me, but I wasn't sure. As I stood
there Jamie started taking his clothes off and was soon completely
naked. He was completely boned just like Chrissy was. Chrissy's 2-incher
hugged his tummy completely. Jamie's 3-incher stood about a 45° angle
from his body. Both had tight nut sacks.

Patrick said, "You want to strip me now?"

"Sure," I answered. "You don't mind?"

Patrick's answer was to put my hands on the sides of his dingy jockeys. I
pushed them down slowly. The worn elastic around the waist caught on his
hard peener. As I pulled his underwear down his peener went with it. When I
pulled farther down, it snapped back and smacked him loud on the tummy. I
like I said, I didn't know the word gay back then, but I knew what I was
feeling was different from what most eight year olds would be feeling. I
thought his penis was really pretty. So hard, the tip poking through the
very tight skin making it pointed. The whole top was very moist and I was
sure it was the stuff that he'd shot in me the other day. I said I thought
it was pretty? No it was beautiful. And so was the boy I was stripping out
of his underwear.

I was so confused. Not quite eight years old, in love with a boy who also
scared me.

Even though I loved what I saw, something shocked me. A thin, white cord
was tightly wound several times around Patrick's nut sack and tied off. A
loose end dangled to his knees. Instead of hanging down like it had the
last time I saw it, his sack looked really tight and solid and the winding
made his balls look much bigger than they'd looked on Wednesday. I pointed
at his package.

"Don't ask," Patrick said, sounding a little rougher than he'd just been.

"But, what..."

"I said `don't ask'!" he snapped, showing that the old Patrick was still in
there. His voice softened. "Sorry. You'll see when we fuck."

Then Patrick stepped out of his underwear. He took them from me gently and
turned them inside out. They were dirtier than they have been on Wednesday.

"You're still a little bit piss wet," he said. Let me clean you up."

He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and gently laid me on the
mattress. Chrissy must have thought he was going to wipe me off because he
brought a wet washcloth over.

"Don't need that yet," Patrick said and bent over and began licking all
over my wet crotch. It tickled a little and I giggled. Then down my right
leg and up my left one. When he got back to my crotch, he carefully lifted
my tight little ball sack up and licked all around them. He then lifted my
legs and licked over my buns. He hooked my hands around my knees and used
his hands to pull my butt cheeks apart. I hadn't had any poop stains in my
Underoos, but I was too sure how clean I was back there. After all, at
not-quite-eight, I didn't spend a lot of time wiping.

"Mmmmm," he moaned. "Nice. Not too dirty but enough to enjoy."

Then Patrick dove down between my cheeks and started licking from the
bottom of my crack up.  He paused at my hole for a moment, gave it a few
quick licks and continued up my crack. Once he'd licked the entire length,
he returned to my butt hole and kissed it.

"I'm so sorry if I hurt you and I won't never hurt you again. Is that okay,
Trent's poopoo hole?" He was talking right to my butt hole. My poopoo
hole. It was funny that he'd talk to it and even funnier that this boy who
said the `S' word all the time called it a poopoo hole.

After he finished talking to my hole, he began licking it hard. I could
feel him start to push his tongue into me, could feel my tight ring start
to relax. Of all the things I'd pushed into me back there, this was best of
all. Well, I want to be honest with you. Not the best. It was as good as
Patrick's dingus. They both felt great, even though him doing it to me the
other day totally scared me.

His tongue pushed deeper, a wet, thick slug working its way inside my dirty
place. It didn't get as deep as most of the things I was stuffing in me
back then, but boy did it feel good. Then he started stabbing it in harder,
and that's all I could take. I yelped and shivered and my dink started
jumping around all by itself. I could feel my hole twitching and squeezing
Patrick's tongue as I jerked around on the old mattress. He held onto my
hips tightly so that my jerking around wouldn't dislodge his tongue.

Finally my spasms stopped. I couldn't help myself. All the tonguing had
forced air up into me and I did what came naturally. I pooted. Loud and
hard. Hard enough to force Patrick's tongue out of my butt hole.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." I squealed, hoping my pooting in his face hadn't
brought out the mad Patrick.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he laughed. "Except it didn't smell like
nothing and I kinda wished it did. But fuck it, man. Take a look at your
little cock. It's still fucking hard! Do you need to rest up or are you
ready to bust my shitter?"

Patrick was right. The tingles hadn't made my dink lose any of its
hardness. And it still had that wonderful, warm tickly feeling it gets when
it wants to get the tingles. It was ready for more. And so was I!

"I'm ready," I announced. "And so is Little Trent." That's the name my
Uncle Mark used to talk about my dink. I liked the name but had only used
it with him before today. Patrick must have liked it, too because he
laughed.

"What's Little Trent gonna do?" he asked.

"I'm gonna put him in you back there and...you know."

Patrick hugged me. Good Patrick was back for now. "I want you to say it
right. And say it loud enough for Jamie and Christian to hear. What is
Little Trent going to do?"

"Little Trent's going to..." I gulped and swallowed. "Little Trent is going
to fuck you." I squeaked out the last words. Believe it or not. It's up to
you. But that's really the first time I said it out loud for other people
to hear. Sometimes when I was doing my butt play and pulling on my dink,
I'd say nasty words over and over, even the words I didn't know the meaning
of. It made the tingles feel more tingly sometimes.

Jamie and Chrissy both cheered and Chrissy started chanting, "Trent's going
to fuck Patrick. Trent's going to fuck Patrick."

Patrick scooted around got on his hands and knees.

"It'd be easier for you if we do it doggie because you're small. But I want
to see your beautiful face. So I'm gonna be on my back and you can fuck me
like I'm a girl. Okay?" Patrick got on his back and pointed for me to get
between his legs. He pulled his legs up with his arms so that his butt hole
was exposed. At eight -- well almost -- I really was a butt guy. I like
dicks and how mine felt but butts, especially stinky butts, really
enthralled me. Although until Wednesday, the only stinky butt I got to ever
play with was my own.

I glanced down at his hole. It wasn't very dirty, just a little bit. But it
sure looked different from mine when I'd looked at it in the mirror. And it
looked different from the glances I'd had of Chrissy and Jamie's holes.
Ours looked like you'd expect them to. Tight, wrinkled, a little brown.
Patrick's didn't look anything like that. His poop hole itself was kind of
purple with a lot of puffy looking skin around. The center, although a
little bit poopy, was a deep red.

"You want Trent to use our lube?" Jamie asked.

"Nah. That's okay, dude. I got fucked by four men today so I got a lot of
jizz to be my lube. Go for it, Trent."

He handed me the white cord that dangled from is bound up ball sack. I took
it, not sure what he wanted me to do with it.

"Okay, Trent. Rape me like I raped you. And do it hard, okay?"

I mostly just want to try something new, something that seemed like Jamie
and Patrick enjoyed. Fucking. But Patrick mentioning raping me made me a
little angry. My anger made me want to do it hard. I did want to hurt
him. So I bent my dink down and shoved it as hard as I could at Patrick's
hole.

"YOWWWW!" I screamed.

Instead of going into Patrick's hole, my dink bent in half. I sat up and
rubbed it to make it feel better.

"Chrissy, help him out, Patrick said. "Line it up for him."

Chrissy got in place but when he saw Patrick's hole he asked what I'd been
wondering.

"Why's it look so weird?"

Patrick looked up and glared in anger. Then his face softened. "Jamie kinda
knows. I'll tell you all later. Just get Trent lined up proper."

We all got into position, Patrick handing me the cord once again.

"This time, Trent, when you get it in, yank on this as hard as you can."

( ( "No way," I yelled. "I'm not going to do that. It'll hurt you."

"You gotta. Please. I deserve it and I want it. Please do it."

I shrugged my shoulders. I knew how much getting hit in the balls hurt, but
I guessed maybe what Patrick wanted didn't hurt so much. Chrissy lined me
up with Jamie right next to us.

"Okay, Trent," Jamie said. Push hard. You'll fucking love this.

This time I was lined up perfect. My dink--all of it--slipped easily into
Patrick's warm, gooey, tight place. Just as soon as I was in, I yanked the
cord as hard as I could.

"FUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Patrick yelled in pain. I should have felt bad, but I
liked it. I started doing what was natural with my hips, pushing them hard
against his skinny butt. Something in me kept me from pulling out too far,
so my hard nail stayed in place. I jerked the cord with every shove into
Patrick I made. Patrick wrapped his hand around mine and pulled even
harder. He was screaming the entire time.

"Fuckin' shit. Shit fucker. Goddamn. Motherfucker. Piss shit turd
motherfuck. It hurts. It fuckin' hurts. Hurt me more [YANK]. Hurt me more
[YANK]. I'm a shit fucker little turd cocksucker faggot! [YANK] [YANK]
[YANK].

Then his dick started jumping around like he was cumming. His asshole
squeezed incredibly hard on my dink. He was cumming, but nothing came
out. This made me shove even harder like I was trying to climb inside his
gummy hole. Then all of a sudden, I was getting the tingles harder than I'd
ever had them...so hard they hurt and felt heavenly at the same time. I
guess `tingles' wasn't such a good name for them. More like jolts,
really. Electric jolts like I got that time I stuck a knife in the wall
socket last year. Daddy still doesn't know I did it. I told him I'd wet my
pants cuz I'd waited too long to go.

Just as the jolts were starting to die away, Patrick grabbed me by the neck
and pulled my head down. He jammed his lips against mine and stuck his
tongue deep into my mouth like he was trying to get it down my throat.

I'd never had a guy's tongue in my mouth before. It felt funny, but what
grossed me out more was that tongue had been up my butt just a few minutes
earlier. I tried to push away, but Patrick wouldn't let me get loose. I
tried to yell at him, but my voice was lost inside his mouth. I could feel
his tongue sweeping inside, touching my teeth, the roof of my mouth, my
tongue, almost to the back of my throat.

Patrick was holding my head tight against his mouth so I couldn't pull
away. But he did it gently. I'm not sure how he did it without being
rough. I gradually stopped resisting, realizing that the little bit of butt
dirt on his tongue was nothing compare to what I'd had in my mouth
before. But horrors! Just as I was getting used to his tonguing me--no not
getting used to it, I was loving it--something awful happened. It was bound
to happen. My mouth began filling with saliva. I tried swallowing it, but
it had no place to go but downward into Patrick's mouth. I gulped and
gulped and wiggled and tried to swallow it& then glomp! A big old wad of
Trent spit into Patrick's mouth.

I knew I was toast for sure. I knew the mad Patrick would come out

But no, he swallowed it!

He pulled away a tiny bit and said, "That's yummy. You got more?"

Dang! I was hard again. I mean really, really hard and so was Patrick. He
put his mouth back on mine, gently this time, and slipped his fat tongue
back into me. He handed me the cord once again, but this time he held onto
it, too. His other hand went around to my butt. He started hunching his
butt against my tummy so that I was doing "it" to him again. You
know. Fucking him.

Patrick's hand jerked mine on the cord and his other hand pushed my butt
cheeks. I got the message and began poking into him once again. He was
grunting and yanking the cord as I was stabbing, poking, and pumping into
his butthole. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked to see
Jamie and Chrissy settling in beside me. I did it and was still able to
keep Patrick's tongue inside my mouth. The difference this time was I had
mine in his as well.

"It's little boy fuck big boy time, Chrissy," Jamie told his brother as he
settled on his back and pulled his legs up just like Patrick had.

"You mean it?" Chrissy asked. "You said it was only big boys fuck little
boys before."

"Fuckin' A I mean it. Get the little poker in me fast before I change my
mind and flip you over and fuck you like a puppy dog."

Chrissy tried to jam his boner right in, but it bent back like mine had
done the first time I tried to push into Patrick. He squealed and sat back
on his heels.

"Spit on my shit hole doofus bonerhead," Jamie said and pulled his cheeks
apart. "And on your dick."

Chrissy made a hocking noise and let a long, slimy loogie drip onto Jamie's
hole. He hocked again and let another creamy strand dribble onto his
impossibly hard 2-inch boner. Then, with Jamie's help, he got in place and
poked right in. Jamie gasped. I guess Chrissy had had it done enough to
him--I mean he'd been fucked enough--that he knew just what to do and
immediately began pumping. He slipped out a couple of times but poked right
back in.

It was funny looking really, what he was doing. Chrissy was older than me
by a couple of months, already eight years old. But he looked much
younger. While I was fucking Patrick and we were jerking the tightly tied
cord on his balls, I was watching what looked like a skinny, naked five
year old with a cute, pale, round butt pounding madly away at a much older
looking boy. Funny. And sexy.

By this point, Patrick wasn't just tongue wrestling with me (he taught me
that term a little bit later). He was slobbering like an old hound dog
right into my mouth. Because I was on top of him looking down, most of his
slobber either went back into his mouth or--if his mouth got too
full--overflowed down his cheeks.

It all felt really romantic, which for a kid my age was a strange
sensation. Up until that time, all the things I'd done was just for the
feelings I got--the butt stuffing, playing with my dink, the tingles, even
the times the two older boys had done it to me, had fucked me. Now this was
somehow different. It felt soft this time poking Patrick with my boner,
trading spit with him, even yanking on the cord. I know that seems really
weird, but since he wanted it, it wrapped into how I was feeling right
then. Romantic.

The way Jamie and Chrissy were acting, they probably weren't feeling too
romantic. Where I was feeling romantic, I guess they were just feeling
horny. Maybe brothers don't get romantic.  They were talking really nasty,
both of them. I'd never heard Chrissy talk like that at school. Only a
couple of the rough boys in our class ever said the "F" word and Chrissy
was always the perfect little boy in class--a sissy almost. But here he and
his brother were swearing and wiggling around and moving in and out. Oh
man, I loved it. And what they were saying got me even hotter.

"Fuck my shit hole cocksucker," Jamie would yell.

"Yeah, I'll fuck your shit hole, your pussy hole, your cunt you
motherfucking piss head," sweet, little innocent Chrissy would yell
back. Things like that.

As they were going through all that, I felt a soft, small hand touch my
butt cheeks. I couldn't exactly see what was happening; I was too involved
with kissing Patrick. But I knew it had to be Chrissy's hand. The hand
slipped along my cheek until it found my crack. A finger moved a little
around the crack and then touched my hole. Oooo. So nice. Then poke! It
went right inside. I jerked cuz it hurt but it didn't hurt that much.

"Hey Jamie," Chrissy said, "Trent's got a pooey gooey gooey pooey hole. So
nice." He jabbed it hard right then against that special place that makes
boys feel so good.

Wham! That's all it took. Those wonderful electric jolts overtook me
again. Chrissy must have felt them inside my butt because he started poking
at my boy place with the same rhythm as the jolts.

I jerked my head away from Patrick's mouth and yelled as loud as I could,
"Oh FUCK. Oh FUCK. Oh FUCK." I yelled the nasty word with every
jolt. Patrick pulled my head back down and pushed his tongue as deep into
my mouth as it would go. He, too, must have felt the jolts I was feeling
because he started pulling on the cord in rhythm to them.

My little dink wouldn't stop. It kept jerking and twitching and jumping
around inside Patrick's pooter. I felt my jolts start to slow, but then
Chrissy must have felt that in my butt, too. He started poking even harder
and then Patrick's hole started squeezing me and letting go and squeezing
and letting go. Every time I thought it was over, Chrissy would get me
started up again. Finally, after making me get the jolts a bunch of times,
he pulled his finger out of my butt and pounded away at his big brother's
poop hole.

I was exhausted and collapsed onto Patrick's chest. He'd had a long cum,
too, but once again, nothing came out. Coming down slowly, I heard him
mumbling as he pulled his tongue out of my mouth, "I'm a worthless, shitty,
goddamn piece of girly faggot cunt" over and over.

I'll tell you, this boy was messed up, hurting himself, letting me poke
hard like I was, saying all that stuff. Messed up. I wondered if I was just
as messed up cuz I liked it. And I really, really liked him.

I glanced over at Jamie and Chrissy. They, too, seemed wiped out. Chrissy's
head was lying on his brother's tummy because that's as far up he went him
being so tiny sized. Jamie's eyes were closed and one hand petted his
little brother's long, white-blond hair.

Suddenly his eyes popped open and he yelled, "Chrissy. Stop. Don't do
that. Stop it."

Chrissy, head still on his brother's tummy, giggled and shook his head
`no.'

"You've did it to me. I can do it to you, piss boy. Squeeze tight or you'll
be sorry."

Chrissy then opened his eyes and sat up, pulling a now soft, shrunken
little worm out of his brother's hole. He was peeing. He'd peed inside
Jamie.

Chrissy aimed the pee so that a splash hit Jamie's face. Then he pinched
the flow shut and crawled until his little floppy dink was right at his
brother's mouth.

"Open wide, Jamie boy. Your friends should know what we do at home."

Jamie opened his mouth and Chrissy unpinched his little hose. His pee
flowed freely, splashing into Jamie's mouth. Every couple of seconds, Jamie
would swallow until the flow slowed and then stopped. Chrissy leaned over
and lowered his dink so his brother could lick the last drops of. Jamie
then pulled Chrissy a little bit closer and sucked his brother's peener
clean.

`That was hot, man," Patrick said softly. "If I knowed you were into that
stuff, Jamie, I woulda done it with you."

"Well, now you know, Pat. Me and Chrissy have been doing piss play longer
than we been sucking and fucking. Chrissy, go get me the bucket or else
I'll go all over the bed."

Chrissy got an old, white paint bucket from the corner of the shed. He put
it a few feet from the mattress. Jamie rose slowly and waddled over to the
bucket and squatted over it his back facing us so we could see if we wanted
to. And I wanted to. He pulled his cheeks apart and let go. All the peepee
Chrissy had peed in him seemed to erupt out at once. I thought there'd be a
lot of poop, but there wasn't. Just pee colored pee. But let me tell you
man, it may have looked like pee, but it smelled like... Well, you know.

Jamie grunted a couple of times and a few more squirts came out. He wiggled
his butt and stood up.

"Chrissy, take it out and dump it in the back.

"No way. When you've peed in me, you make me dump my own. You do it!"

Jamie laughed. "Sounds fair, little bro. You know sometimes," he said to
Patrick and me, "he doesn't use the bucket. Just waddles out to the back
and goes right there. It's pretty funny."

Then he left--stark naked--to dump the bucket.

When Jamie came back a couple of minutes later, Patrick said to him, "Hey,
dude, will you untie the string. It's beginning to hurt like hot fuck."

I sat up and looked at Patrick's privates. His ball sack looked huge and
purple, almost black. And even after having the cums two times, he was
still super hard. He was so hard that the skin had rolled all the way back
and I could see the tip of his dick for the first time. Before that moment,
I'd never seen an uncut dick's tip uncovered so I kind of thought it would
look different from other guys who were cut. But his looked a lot like
Chrissy, Jamie's and mine only bigger.

As Jamie untied and unwound the tight, white cord around Patrick's nut
sack, Patrick started yelping in pain.

"Fuck. It hurts so much. Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Chrissy asked.

"It's okay. It'll get better. It just hurts like a motherfucker when the
blood goes back in."

I leaned closer to get a better look. As the cord loosened, the swelling
went down a little but the sack's color stayed the same.

"How come you didn't squirt?" I asked. "Did you do dry ones like us?"

Patrick drew a deep breath, I think to make the pain not be so bad.

"Well, if I cum a lot, I dry cum. But these weren't dry ones. The sperms
couldn't come out so they're someplace inside. Don't know exactly where."

"Do you do this a lot?" I continued my questioning.

"Truth?"

I nodded.

"This is the first time I done it to myself. But the asshole does it to me
a lot. I did it cuz I wanted to hurt myself for hurting you. Usually when
the asshole does it, he does it longer but he doesn't jerk as hard."

"You shouldn't do that," I whispered. "You weren't rough with me."

Tears filled Patrick's eyes, but he forced them back.

"Yeah, I did. I did what he did to me. Does to me. And I hate him for it. I
shouldn't've done it. I don't wanna be like him. Never. NEVER! I think
you're cute and even though I started out acting mean to you, I really
wanted you to like me. From the start. Now there's no way you could cuz I
raped you."

"I do like you. A lot. And I liked what you did. When you ra& fucked me. I
want you to do it again."

Patrick shook his head emphatically. "No, Trent. Never. I won't never fuck
you again. I don't deserve you. You deserve someone nice like Jamie. Or
Chrissy. Not some cunt like me."

"What's a cunt?" I asked.

"It's another name for a woman's privates, Trent," Jamie answered. "Only
Patrick means it like he's an asshole only worse."

I fell on top of Patrick. I maybe even might have even hurt him a little
bit. I gave him a huge hug and put my face about an inch from his.

"You aren't a cunt. I want you to do it. You know, to fu& " funny thing, I
said it before, but now that I was all F-ed out, I couldn't use the word.

"I dunno. Don't think I can," he said really sad, like. "If I do, I'm
afraid I'll be just like the asshole. I'll end up hurting you."

"I don't believe it. I don't know who this guy is, but I bet you aren't
like him at all. What do you think, guys?"

Patrick sat up and moved me around so that I was sitting in his lap. His
boner was rubbing against my crack, but it didn't feel sexy-like. It was
more sweet or comforting. Jamie and Chrissy moved next to us. Jamie smelled
a little bit like pee, but not too bad.

"Jamie knows some of this. Not a lot. Here's the true shit. Sorry, story.

"The asshole is my father. Or at least he says he is. I don't look nothing
like him. And I hate him. He started in on me before I can remember. Doing
stuff, you know. Dirty stuff. I hate him so much I never want to be like
him but, fuck it all, I'm turning out just like him.

"So you guys wanna hear more or you just wanna dump me like everyone always
does?"

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To be continued

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