Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 22:21:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Friedrich Craig <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Trained By The Best part 6 This is a work of fiction, it is a FANTASY, none of it happened to me or anyone I know. Everything that occurs in this series of stories happens in a world where there is no need for Safe sex because there are no STD's. In the FANTASY world I have created in this series there also are no legal or emotional consequences of forced sex with minors by adults, older teens and family members. If you can not separate FANTASY from reality, are offended by the subjects of Gay incest and forced sex with boys or this material is illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story. If you are enjoying this series and/or have comments or suggestions, please contact me at FitchBoy@att.net Trained By The Best Part 6 Rob continues his story Steve told me that people won't believe what they don't want to here while driving me home the morning after he made me suck him off and fucked me for the first time. I road home the rest of the way in silence. I knew Steve was telling me that my parents would not believe me if I told him what he'd done to me. I thought about trying to tell my mother. She had arranged it all, she sent me there and then agreed to let me spend the night with Steve, would she feel responsible? How would my Dad handle hearing that his boy had been turned into a fag? I decided that no matter what I did, it wouldn't change the fact that it had happened, but if I told anyone, it could make my life hell. My 15yo brain thought I could avoid it by never spending the night there again. If I tried to get out of going altogether, my Mother would ask why. What would I tell her? For six weeks now, every time she would ask, all I'd had to say was that is was great, the kid pretty much took care of himself and I was getting paid to watch TV. If I suddenly said I didn't want to baby-sit Steve Jr. anymore she would start asking a lot of questions. I didn't know what it was called then, but Mom tended to micro-manage me and my brother's. When it came to her boy's Mom always had to know; who, what, when, where and WHY. I decided before I got home that night I would keep my mouth shut but make sure it never happened again. The next Friday, Steve picked me up as usual. He acted like nothing had changed, as though last weekend never happened. All the way to his house, he asked about school, my brother Roger and my parents. When we pulled up to his house, he asked if my mom had told me that they had talked. He took my silence as a no and went on to say that my mother had decided I should spend the night every Friday. Steve said that he had told her that he had beer sometimes while playing poker and she was concerned that Steve might have too much to drink and not realize he shouldn't drive me home afterwards. Steve said she had asked him to let me stay overnight from now on. Steve said it was all my mom's idea. Steve had also told me that I wanted to suck him off and get fucked. I was pretty sure he had arranged this and I was positive I was in trouble. I thought about calling home once he left, I could say I felt sick and ask my Dad to come get me. Then I remembered Steve only had a cell phone and he always took it with him when he left me with the kid. I didn't know any of Steve's neighbors or even if he had any; most of the houses around his looked abandoned. I began to realize I was fucked, and probably would be again tonight when Steve got home from Poker Night. Steve took me inside then left right away. I heated up the TV dinner's and the kid ate them both then headed into the bathroom. I heard the tub filling and then the kid splashing around for a while. After the bath the kid came out in his briefs (Underoos, he never had them before, I thought they were for real little kids) and sat on the other end of the couch to watch TV with me for a while. At 8:00 the kid got up and went to bed without being told. I wondered again why I was there. The kid really didn't need a babysitter; he was more like a robot than a 9yo. I figured he was just an excuse to get me there. Now that I knew what Steve really wanted me there for, I began to resent the kid. I thought, if it weren't for that little bastard.. Lying on the couch, watching TV and thinking about the kid and what he'd got me into, I fell asleep and started dreaming about sex. Before that night I'd always dreamed about girls; making out with them and fucking them. Of course, the only place I'd ever fucked a girl was in my dreams. This was different; I dreamed about men fucking me, Steve, and other men. I didn't know who else was fucking me besides Steve, I seemed to know them, but I wasn't sure. Then I was the one fucking, not a girl, a boy. I was fucking a boy about the age of my brother Roger. I think I was fucking Steve Jr. and I was fucking him hard, like I wanted to hurt him. In an instant my dream turned into a waking nightmare. I woke to find I had rolled over on my stomach and was humping the couch cushion while my aching hard on strained against my briefs and Jeans. My briefs and jeans were extra tight because Steve's hand was in the back of them and he had his fingers jammed in my butt hole. Steve asked me who I was fucking in my dreams. I started to tell him to go to hell, but he smacked me on the back of the head and told me he really didn't care who I fucked. He said if I could get anybody to give it up for a little cock-slut pussy-boy like me I could go ahead and fuck `em; but he was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen. Steve told me the only thing he cared about was that I knew my holes were his. Steve then pulled me up off the couch; hand still in my jeans, fingers still jammed in my butt he walked me into his bedroom. Steve sat on the foot of the bed and pushed me down on the floor in front of him. He pulled his hand out of my jeans, opened his fly and hauled his cock out, telling me to suck it. Steve's cock reeked and I hesitated. Steve smacked me across the face and told me I would suck him off, NOW, and love it. He grabbed my head and pushed me down on his cock which was sticky and smelled like.ass? Once he had his cock in my mouth Steve told me to suck it clean. Steve said he hadn't cleaned up after poker so I could get a taste of the game. While I was going down on him Steve told me it was obvious how much I wanted his cock. He asked, "Why else would you be back here if you didn't want it? Truth is you had the time of your life last week and you couldn't wait to come back for more. Leastways, that's what it looks like to me, and that's what it would look like to anybody you might think of telling about it. You spill about this to anyone and you'll be exposing yourself as the cock hungry slut I know you are." It didn't take long this time before Steve started too cum. The first shot was in my mouth,He pulled out to spray my face with the next two shots, then he buried his cock in my throat while he finished. His cock started to get soft but he held my head down on it with one hand while he leaned over to get his hand in the back of my jeans and jam his fingers in my butt hole again. He told me to keep sucking and get him hard so he could feed me another load up the other end. While I sucked on his cock and he finger fucked my ass, Steve kept talking. He told me I was a great cocksucker, and he could tell how much I loved it. He told me I was lucky he found me and was giving me the cock I craved. The more he talked the harder he got. When he was fully hard he pulled his hand out of my jeans and leaned back to watch me suck him. He told me he knew how much I wanted to suck out and swallow another load. He said it was a beautiful sight to watch an eager cum slut work for a man's cum and he was tempted to let me have it. Then he said, "But I really want to fuck your sweet little hole again." In a matter of seconds Steve had me on my knees with my chest laying on the bed, my jeans pulled down below my ass, and his cock pressed up against my hole. Once again, Steve sank his cock all the way into me with one quick push. It didn't hurt as much as the first time, but it hurt. I started to scream, but Steve clamped a hand over my mouth. He told me not to scream like some virgin bitch. He said he knew damn well that I wasn't cherry, because he'd taken care of that last week; if he could believe me. He said he thought a little cock slut like me must have given it up to someone long ago. "But", he added, "You are still nice and tight". With that comment he started fucking me hard. Steve only knew how to fuck hard and fast, balls swinging and slapping with every stroke. He kept that up until he finally collapsed on my back while yelling he was spraying my gut with his scum. After he stopped pumping in my gut, he fell asleep on my back, his cock still in my butt. I couldn't get out from under him, so I just gave up and went to sleep. When I woke up I was in the bed with Steve. We were both bare assed and our clothes were in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. I got up, sorted through the pile, found my clothes and put them on. I went out to the living room, sat on the couch and turned the TV on. The little bastard got up and came out in his brief's (Underoo's again) and sat down to watch TV with me without saying a word. After a while, Steve came out of his room, still bare assed, got himself a bowl of cereal, ate it, went back in his room, came out dressed and went to his car. I said good bye to the kid, the first any of us had spoken, went out and got in the car with Steve. Neither of us said anything on the drive, but when I was getting out of the car, Steve just said, "Same thing next week". That's the way it was as the weeks went by, Steve made me suck him off before fucking me every Friday night after Poker and took me home in the morning. Nothing seemed to faze the kid. Finding his baby sitter still there the next morning got no reaction. Seeing his Dad walk around bare assed while I was there, didn't seem to register. The morning he woke up early and walked into his Dad's room to find us both bare assed in bed together, he just said good morning and went out to watch TV. After that I stopped getting dressed when I got up. I would get up when Steve did and go out to have a bowl of cereal with him, both of us sitting at the table bare assed, while the little bastard just sat on the couch watching cartoons. I was sure the bastard knew everything. Hell, I convinced myself he was in on it; he'd lured me there so his dad would have a fuck toy. After the Holiday's, sometime in January, I decided that it was time to turn the tables. I figured it was time I had a pussy boy and I decided I would use the little bastard. The first time I just made him suck me off, but the next week I popped his cherry and breed the little bitch. I made sure it hurt him as much as his father had hurt me. The next morning I got up early to check the little bastard's Underoo's. I found fresh cum, and a little blood on top of the usual skid mark stains. I made the kid put on a clean pair and took the stained ones home. From then on it became part of the Friday night routine. The kid would eat his dinner, suck me off, take a bath and climb into bed bare assed. I'd fuck that tight little hole and dump another load in him then he'd put his Underoo's on and go to sleep while I went out to watch TV and wait for his father to come home and do it all to me. That was our routine until summer a few weeks before school was supposed to start Steve left the little bastard at home alone and took me with him to poker night for the first time. My first Poker Night was everything I'd been expecting, and more. Rob will tell us about poker nights with Steve and his friends later in the series. In part 7 we'll hear from Squirt again.