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Sexual Perversions - 2
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)
***
These are eroticized stories of my actual sexual
experiences growing up. In this chapter, at 14 years of
age, I discover my obsession with porn novels and
masturbation, along with my brother and his friends
using me for their pleasure. (M+/mm-teens, nc, inc,
oral, anal)
***
PART 2
I was 13 years old by the end of the winter in 1967.
I was just developing into puberty and I had discovered
masturbation. I loved jerking off. It was incredible. I
was masturbating as often as I could, actually
wondering if other people knew they could do this.
I had had some intense sexual encounters when I was
younger (to be found in Sexual Perversions - My Sex
Life #1), but they were, by and large, isolated
incidents that occurred with my father; childhood
friends; and my brother.
Then, I discovered porn novels.
I had two older brothers and an older sister. My sister
is nine years older than I was, and she was already
married by this time. One brother is a year and a half
older than I am - Mark. And Jeff, my other brother was
6 years older than I. Jeff was off at college and I
didn't see him much any more. But he and his buddies
had built a sort of recreation room /party room in the
basement they called the "Dun," sort of a combination
of dungeon and den. There were all sorts of couches and
pillows and posters and colored lights.
Over the years we painted the walls weird (this was the
sixties) and just freaked it up in general. There was a
little back room in the Dun where a friend and I had
played "bets," where I, the loser, ended up giving him
a blow job, and where I had interrupted Jeff making out
with his girlfriend and he had finished his frustrated
"coitus interruptus" in my young mouth.
One of the things that Mark and I would do a lot is
search each other's rooms and anyplace else we felt
like in the big, six bedroom house that we grew up in.
We were always thinking up secret hiding places that
nobody (so we thought) else could find. Jeff was away
at college, so all the boxes that he had piled up in
the Dun were fair game for searching. I really hadn't
found anything of interest, but then again, I had never
searched to the bottom of the pile. I guess Jeff had
been counting on that, because that's where I found his
collection of pornographic novels.
I spent the next several years, all of my adolescent
and teenage life, getting a very hot education on sex -
Sex with women; sex with girls; sex with boys and girls
and dogs; Dads and Moms with their pre-pubescent sons
and daughters; adults with children and animals; women
tied up and whipped in dungeons; women getting fucked
in the cunt; getting fucked in the mouth; and getting
fucked in the ass; kids fucking kids; sons getting it
in the ass from their Dads; brothers fucking sisters;
brothers fucking sisters and Dads and Moms and Aunts
and Uncles and horses and bananas and whatever.....
I was masturbating to the Golden Age of the
pornographic novel industry.
I then learned about everything that had happened to me
sexually so far from the pornographic novel. Even
though I knew these stories were fiction - based on my
own, real experiences, I figured that there was a whole
wide world of perversion out there - It was all
forbidden; it just "Happened" if you were in the right
place at the right time; and, nobody ever talked about
it. I mean, my own father was a pervert and he was the
straightest, most normal father that I knew of. As far
as I knew, he and my mother didn't even fuck. My older
brother was pervert. And, based on my being enthralled
by Jeff's porn novels, I was a Huge Pervert...
This was my outlook on life for many years to come.
Forbidden. Wrong. Perversion. And Total Secrecy.
I loved my brother's porn collection. To this day, I
have never seen such a variety of sensual degradation.
He must have had a hundred different novels.
I fantasized and fantasized....
...Young twins, my age, a boy and a girl, camping on an
island, both getting fucked in the ass by their father
and their uncle...
...A beach bum, fucking a very young girl on the beach,
after first having inserted a banana into her cunt and
then licking and eating it out...
...A woman, naked, hanging in chains in a dungeon,
being whipped and tortured by her captor, shoving
barbed dildos up her ass and cunt...
...An older sister coming in naked to her young brother
and waking him up from sleep by sucking him off and
then fucking him.... (I really liked that one :)
...An older brother raping his young sister while his
cousin waited his turn, both of them fucking her in her
ass, her cunt and mouth....
...A young woman in a special harness so that she could
get fucked by a horse, the description of his huge cock
opening her up in massive detail....
...My favorite story that I read again and again of a
girl, naked, getting fucked by the family dog in a
garage while her brother and all of his friends
watched, until they too fucked her over and over and
over again....
...And on and on and on. These books shaped my
sexuality for all time. Porn was my master and for the
rest of my life, nothing was too bizarre, too kinky, or
too dangerous - as long as it made me hard. Which, at
those teenaged pubescent years, everything made me hard
and my daily orgasms seemed endless...
**
In the autumn of 1967, my brother Mark (who was then 15
years old) and I were having an argument about me
supposedly stealing his comic books. Mark was about 6
feet tall at this point (he eventually reached 6'4")
and weighed about 240 pounds. He could have been a
linebacker. He had dark hair, no glasses and was pretty
good looking for a big fat guy. He had begun to grow
his hair longer (it almost touched his ears). Hey, it
was 1967.
The subject went to ridiculing each other's secret
hiding places and how easy they were to find. Mark
finally said, "All right, I'll make you a bet. I'll bet
that I can hide this piece of paper in my room and you
can't find it in fifteen minutes."
"That's a stupid bet," I said. "I'll win. And if I do,
I get to keep the comic books."
"Yeah," said Mark. "Well, if I win, you have to blow
me!"
"Sure," I said. "It's a bet."
The odd thing was, was that I really didn't think about
it. We were both pissed at each other and I never
figured that I'd have to pay up anyway. In spite of
everything I'd already done and all of my pornographic
reading fantasies, it simply never crossed my mind that
my brother wasn't just making a ridiculous bet.
To make a long story short, especially the last few
minutes when I begged him for clues like "hot" and
"cold," I didn't find the paper. (He had hidden it
inside his telephone.)
Mark promptly pulled off his pants, lay down on the bed
and told me to pay up.
His 6 inch cock was hard but only about 3 or 4 inches
around. However, it was curved almost like a boomerang.
I stared at it without moving. It looked really odd to
me. He had a few dark, fine curly pubic hairs, but even
though he was older, he was almost at the exact same
developmental stage as I was. But my cock wasn't shaped
like that. The curve was strange. My dick was straight
when it got hard.
My brother interrupted my thoughts.
"Do it now," he demanded. "We made a bet. You want to
be a welsher?"
I didn't want him to tattle on me for not paying up on
my bet (Hey, I already told you that I was a fairly
stupid adolescent. "Like who was he gonna tell," never
occurred to me.) so, I tentatively bent down and put my
mouth over the head of his hard dick.
"Go ahead," he said, "blow me."
I some idea of what to do, so I started moving my mouth
up and down, my lips lightly touching the sides of his
cock, literally blowing hot air on his dick. I don't
know what this would have achieved, but he began
jerking the bottom of his prick as I blew on the top.
After about ten seconds of this, he yelled, "Yeah!,
Ahhhhhh!" and lifted up his hips to thrust his dick
farther into my mouth. At the same time I clamped down
with my lips to keep him from gagging me.
His hips shuddered and his cock started pulsing and I
felt a hot salty goo splash up against the back of my
throat. I didn't know if I should swallow or spit it
out in disgust, like they did sometimes in the porn
novels. (My other brother's rape of my mouth was over a
year ago.) I backed off, but at the same time, Mark
kept on cumming, filling up my mouth even as I pulled
off of him. I wanted to see him cum so I pulled my head
off his cock to look, gagging and swallowing all at
once, a glob of semen dripping out of my mouth as
another shot of cum hit me on my upper lip. I was
absolutely fascinated. Mark continued to fist his dick,
shuddering and pumping until his orgasm stopped.
I wiped the semen off my nose and face and looked at it
while I swallowed the last of salty residue, rubbing my
tongue around my teeth to get out the taste. This was
his cum!
As in: "I'M CUMMMMING, AS HIS HOT WAD SPLASHED ALL OVER
HER TITS AND FACE!" This was jizm, spunk, sperm. And
now I actually knew what it was.
I had been reading these fuck books for so long now and
masturbating, but I hadn't been producing any sperm.
So, now I was totally fascinated by the idea of his
sperm. I wondered if Mark's sperm tasted different from
Jeff's sperm. I was lost in the perverse pleasure of
eating my brother's cum... But, by this time, my
brother was embarrassed and his dick was starting to
get soft, so he looked at me and said, " You faggot.
You're disgusting. Go clean up."
I quickly got up and went to the bathroom where I
rinsed my mouth out and cleaned my hands and face.
As I have noted, sex and deeply personal issues were
never discussed in our family, so therefore neither my
brother nor I ever talked about this incident. The next
time we discussed it, it was more or less,
accidental...
1967 passed without any more sexual encounters - but I
still lived in an array of pornographic fantasies.
**
I was 14 years old in the summer of 1968.
I had been masturbating everyday or more for the last
two years to the incredible scenes of my older brother,
Jeff's, vast collection of hard core porn novels. At
some point in time, I had finally started producing
sperm when I jacked off and my cock was bigger and I
had a fine red patch of pubic hair.
Mark was 16. We had never discussed the blow job I had
given him, nor did I discuss sex with any of my
friends. I still believed that sex was supposed to be
Perverted and Secret.
The first week that school was out in June, it turned
really warm. Mark and I both wanted to go camping out
in the back yard. Except he wanted to invite his
friends and didn't want me along. Our mother made him
include me so, reluctantly, he did.
His friends were Jimmy and Tim. Tim lived a couple of
blocks away was the most mature of Mark's friends. He
was a little shorter than Mark, but with a muscular
build and dark hair. He shaved everyday. Jimmy was the
least mature of Mark's friends and lived across the
street. He was skinny and my height. Even though he,
Tim and Mark were older and two grades ahead of me in
school, Jimmy and I played with each other and he had
wanted to fool around when we camped out together. But,
he was a little too aggressive and weird for me back
before I actually knew about sex, so we didn't do
anything. But I knew that his cock was the same size as
mine when it got hard, maybe 6 inches now.
When the four of us were in the tent, inside our
sleeping bags, I took off my underwear inside the bag.
I had started sleeping naked all the time and it turned
me on to be crammed into this tent with three other
guys who didn't know I was naked. Everything was secret
perverted porn to me. I was softly stroking myself
when, in the darkness, I heard Jimmy next to me ask,
"Are you playing with yourself?"
Startled, my hand left my stiff cock. What was he
getting at? Years ago, Jimmy and I had more or less
fondled each other at least once, but why was he asking
me this "in public?"
I thought about it and I tentatively whispered to him,
"Maybe.."
"It's called jerking off," said Jimmy, not whispering.
"You want to do it together?"
"Uhhhh..." I said, grabbing my naked cock again,
feeling oddly embarrassed and tremendously excited that
Mark and Tim were listening to this.
"It's called masturbation, you retards," said my
brother from the other side of Tim, "and Dad'll kill
you if he ever catches you doing it."
"What?" I was startled.
Thoughts of my father telling me never to tell anyone
about sex surfaced in my mind. Thoughts of getting
fucked as a little kid by my father's friends came
forward. Damn! This was supposed to be secret. I was
suddenly afraid that my brother would tell on me...
Maybe he got fucked too! Maybe he was going to tell
everyone what a faggot I was... But my cock was hard
and I couldn't just say nothing. I couldn't just let
him get away with this threat in my mind. I had to say
something. My mouth took over.
"Are you going to tell him? You jerk off, don't you?" I
said. And then, I made a fatal mistake and added,
"Cocksucker."
"I'm not the cock sucker," said Mark, "You are."
My heart suddenly began beating very fast. This was not
fair, I thought, but not being very good at thinking on
my feet and still worried what he might say, I said
feebly, "What are you talking about?"
"Why don't you suck my cock like you did last year?"
said Mark savagely. He was getting back at me because I
insisted on sleeping out with him and Tim and Jimmy.
"Hey, what's this about," said Tim next to me. "Greggy
sucks cock?"
"Yeah," said Mark, "He chomped down on my tool real
good last time. He loved it."
"Mark!" I said in dismay, my heart racing and my hand
squeezing my erection.
I was turned on, but how could he betray me like this?
But again, my stupid mouth betrayed me.
"You're the one that liked it!" I blurted out.
"Shit!" said Tim, "and here I am pissed off that we
can't look at the Playboys I brought because your
little brother is here and he turns out to be a cock
sucker."
"You can't tell anyone!" I insisted as my mouth kept on
going.
"Wow, neat." said Jimmy. "You really sucked your
brother's cock? I did that..."
"I don't want to talk about it," I said lamely,
interrupting him, not caring about his confession.
Tim and Mark ignored Jimmy also as Tim got out of his
sleeping bag and rummaged through his knapsack. He
pulled out a few well worn Playboy magazines and threw
them down in front of us. Then, in the shadowy
darkness, he took off his underwear and lay on his
stomach on top of his sleeping bag. He turned on his
flashlight and opened up one of the Playboys.
In spite of my humiliation and fear of being found out,
I scooted over, half out of my sleeping bag to get a
look. So did Mark and Jimmy. Although I had been
reading porn novels for awhile, I had never had a
chance to look at any nude magazines. Jeff didn't have
any in his collection. So I was fascinated.
We were all huddled together lying on our stomachs but
Tim was the only one all the way out of his sleeping
bag. I could see hair on the back of his muscular ass
if I glanced backwards, which I did. My cock was still
hard and I was gently rubbing it against my bag as Tim
turned the pages.
"Far out," said my bother as Tim shone the light on the
perfect breasts of a centerfold. I could see him moving
around in his bag, and realized that he was getting off
his underwear also.
We kept on looking at various sexually alluring
pictures. Jimmy was half on his side, next to me and I
could feel his arm moving under him as he stroked his
hard manhood.
"Shit, we gotta do something here," said Tim as he
turned over, lay on his back and grabbed his erection.
He shined the flashlight on himself and my eyes bugged.
His cock was the same length as the mine or Mark's but
it was massively thick. And he was really hairy. He had
hair on his chest; hairs were even growing around his
big nipples, and the line of thick black hair went down
his stomach to his large jutting cock which was
surrounded by a thick bush. I could see his balls and
they looked huge - big and black in the shadows. The
tip of his tool was glistening in the light with
precum.
"Hey, Greggy," said Tim grabbing his thick meat, "Why
don't you suck on this?"
I froze, my eyes darting to my brother for support. But
he looked away. He didn't egg Tim on, but he didn't say
stop either. He was, I'm sure, of two very different
minds about this. He was as horny as the rest of us,
but I'm sure he was also regretting that he had told
the guys about our personal, sexual "secret."
"Yeah Greg," Jimmy said, "Go ahead and do him."
He pulled his bag off and had his fist around his thin
cock, pumping slowly up and down. His eyes shone with
anticipation and he licked his lips.
I was between Jimmy and Tim and Mark was on the other
side of Tim. I kept on looking at my brother and softly
said, "Mark?"
"C'mon Greggy," said Tim. "You know you want to.. Let's
see what you've got to show."
Tim unzipped my bag and shined the light on my ass.
"C'mon, turn it over," he said, giving my ass a hard
smack!
"Ow," I complained as I rolled over away from his hand.
My hard peter bounced into the flashlight and a sticky
trail of precum stretched out from the bag to my cock,
then broke.
"Hey, you're ready, c'mon," he said grabbing my stiff
dick. "C'mon, suck me."
I again looked at Mark for help and hesitantly said,
"Stop, I don't..." but, I didn't pull away from Tim's
hot hand.
My hips twitched involuntarily and my cock moved in his
fist.
Now Mark said, " Hey, you're the one that wanted to
sleep out here with the big boys. Why don't you go
ahead and suck him."
I was dismayed at this betrayal by my older brother. He
was supposed to protect me! Again, scenes of the Club
in the pool, with men forcing their fat cocks into me;
put there by my father, flashed into my head... With
that, my will weakened. I felt very alone and when Tim
let go of my dick, put his hand behind my neck and
started guiding my head to his thick cock, I didn't
know if I should resist.
"C'mon Greggy," said Jimmy, "Get on out of the bag."
He pushed my ass and I was manipulated to get on my
hands and knees. I still didn't really want to do this,
but I still didn't resist. This was real life porn, but
it was weird, but my dick was so hot and hard...
Jimmy's hands on my naked flesh turned me on and so did
Tim's hand on my neck, forcing my face down towards his
fat prick. My heart was racing as Tim positioned my
head over his big cock. Jimmy moved his face down near
my belly and reached out and touched my twitching tool.
I groaned.
"Man, that feels really good," one part of my mind was
saying. Another part was terrified. And the danger part
that liked doing crazy things without getting caught
had my heart hammering and my cock buzzing.
"Yeah, baby," said Tim. He gave the flashlight to my
brother who kept it shining on Tim's pole.
Then Tim grabbed it and said, "Lick it."
Craning my neck down, it looked like a huge mushroom.
"What the hell," my flushed body sensually insisted, my
wet cock now being stroked by Jimmy... "Do it!"
I licked the tip of his giant head, his hand still on
the back of my neck, forcing me to taste his pre-cum.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, thrusting his hips up and mashing
my lips with his cock. "Keep on licking. Lick it good."
Mark kept the light on us while grabbing his own
erection. Jimmy let go of my trembling pole and got up
on his knees behind me. He started jerking off while
rubbing his hand, cock and body against my ass. It felt
so good...
I was trapped by my own raging horniness, and I started
licking the whole head of his dick as Tim's hand moved
it back and forth.
"Great," he moaned.
This is what I had been reading about forever, so I had
a better idea of what to do now, in spite of the fact
that I still wanted a girl to do this to me. I
remembered sucking on fat cocks... forced into my
mouth... I licked the sides of his thick tool, wetting
the stiff shaft. Jimmy's hands were on my naked ass and
thighs as he humped his cock against my ass crack. I
was on fire and my saliva covered Tim's flesh as I
bathed his manmeat with my tongue. He moaned and moved
his hand away as my tongue got to the base of his cock
and I licked the top of his balls, grunting and moaning
with my own erotic pleasure.
Suddenly Tim cried, "Suck it!" and with one hand on my
head and another on his cock, he pulled back and forced
his huge phallus into my mouth.
I frantically tried to open up, but his massive pole
stretched my lips and filled my mouth. His hips were
thrusting into to me and immediately the big head
started hitting the back of my throat. I couldn't
believe his huge hard on was filling my mouth, but now,
this time, instead of trying to stop it, I was totally
turned on by the whole fuck/suck scene. This was a
pornographic fantasy come true! It was wildly erotic
sucking Tim's cock with Jimmy beating off on my ass and
my brother watching. It was a forbidden thing that had
me outside myself, gasping for breath and totally
losing any inhibitions I might have thought about. I
was suddenly that 7 year old boy again, wanting
desperately to be a fuck toy for my father's friends. I
tried to breath through my nose, getting further
aroused by the sex smell of the tent. I reached down
and cupped Tim's balls and stupidly tried to get more
of the enormous shaft into my mouth.
"What a pervert! This is great!" cried Jimmy as slap!,
slap, slap, he hit his dick against my ass.
"Yeah, do it cock sucker!" yelled my brother as he
watched, his hand working up and down his own pole.
"Now take it!" demanded Tim, " take my load in your
mouth". He hips sped up his pumping and he started
moaning "Take it!"
Then he put both hands on the back of my head and
thrust his massive tool hard into my mouth, choking
into my throat, and his body shuddered as his hot seed
shot out of his turgid tool, pumping down my throat.
Blast after blast of his spunk kept cumming as he kept
on thrusting and spewing his sperm. I was gagging and
choking as I tried to breath and his massive prick kept
on filling my fuck mouth with his cum... He forced me
to swallow his load,, pumping his hot jizm into me
until he was finally spent.
Only then did he let go. I gasped a huge shuddering
breath as I came up for air, his sperm clogging my
throat, the back of my mouth bruised - when my brother
immediately grabbed me and said, "Now finish me off."
I was panting hard and Tim's cum was still on my lips
and tongue as Mark guided my head to his bent cock and
thrust it between my lips. I had to lean over Tim's
body and his wet cock rubbed against my stomach and
chest. This time Mark had no reservations about
slamming his dick all the way into to my throat. He
kept his hand on the back of my neck as I tried to
breathe again and take him in at the same time. It was
actually a little easier as my gag reflex seemed to be
desensitized and his tool was not nearly as thick as
Tim's was. As he thrust his hips into my mouth, I felt
Jimmy's cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass.
He finally found the puckered bud of my anus and he
started pressing against it with the tip of his thin
hard manhood. I could feel his hands spreading my
asscheeks, trying to open up my asshole enough to shove
his cock inside. I was lost in the throes of passion,
sucking my brother for all I was worth. I was
struggling to breathe and suck my brother and my cock
was burning with lust. I was so hot I felt like
exploding myself. Then, lubricated slightly by his
precum, Jimmy's small head pushed open my anal ring.
I heard Tim say, turning a little beneath me, "You
homo, you're fucking him in the ass."
"Ungghhhhhh! NNNNnngghhh!!" I yelled through my
brother's thrusting cock.
It was like somebody had shoved a sharp stick up my
ass! Now the memories of me screaming in pain as men
forced their cocks into my little boy's asshole at my
father's Club came to mind. It hurt! I tried to move my
butt, and I clenched my asshole, but Jimmy was pulling
me, trying to dry fuck his peter farther into my
wounded hole. And my brother had no interest in what
was going on at the other end of me.
He started yelling himself, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!" and his dick started pumping new cum into my
mouth. At the same moment that Jimmy's thin rod was
piercing my ass, Mark's dick thrust deep into my throat
and he started shooting his hot goo directly down my
gullet. I gagged and tried to pull off again, but he
gripped my head tightly as he pumped more cum into my
mouth.
Jimmy shoved his cock head deeper into my asshole and
it felt like he was trying to wiggle a hot poker into
me. It hurt... Little boys screaming in pain as they
got fucked... It hurt terribly and I wanted him to
stop. But my brother had my head in a vise grip as he
shuddered in incestuous orgasm. My asshole was being
ripped by Jimmy's cock and I couldn't stop him. Then he
shoved hard and I felt him start to cum. He shot a hot
spurt of cum in my ass and then started crying "Bitch!
Fuck me bitch!"
After the first squirt, he painfully yanked his cock
out of my violated anus and the pain immediately
diminished. But he continued to pump his dick and shoot
off onto my asshole and all over the crack of my ass.
My head was spinning and my whole body felt like a huge
pornographic cock. With my lips still wrapped around my
brother's dick and Jimmy still cumming on my asshole, I
grabbed my own cock and instantly shot my load onto
Tim's sleeping bag, splashing some of my cum on his
naked thigh as my asshole sent waves of pleasure
through my body. I clenched my violated anus in
hedonistic orgasm.
"Uhhhhnnnnhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" I moaned as my body jerked
with each spasm.
My brother let go of my head and his cum was leaked out
of my open mouth as I gasped and groaned.
"Ooooooo," moaned Jimmy as the last of his orgasm was
spent on my ass.
As I pulled back from my brother's still trembling
dick, I passed over Tim's tool, and I saw that it was
still hard. I stared in wonder.
"You guys are disgusting perverts," said Tim his fist
slowly pumping his massively thick dong. "And you shot
your jizm all over me. You should lick that up!"
I looked at him pleadingly, exhausted, still panting
and choking on cum, my ass on fire, just wanting to
crawl back into my sleeping bag and pretend this all
never happened. But he again put his hand behind my
head and forced it down to the puddled cum on his bag
and bare skin. I was revolted and spent, but I was so
mind fucked that I did as he demanded and licked up my
own cum from his sleeping bag with my tongue. The taste
was totally bizarre... I couldn't believe that I was
licking up my own cum. It was like drinking my piss or
something.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhh," he moaned as Tim forced my mouth onto
his naked thigh.
As I started licking his naked flesh, I couldn't help
myself and moved towards his crotch. My wet dick
started throbbing again. Somehow, this whole scene
turned me on. Even though I was scared and repelled by
being forced to be a faggot for these boy's obscene
lusts, it all aroused me like nothing else.
At the same time, Tim told Jimmy, "And you lick up your
cum, you little homo ass fucker."
Now Jimmy was always a weird kid and he apparently had
no trouble with Tim's demand, for immediately I felt
his tongue slurping away on my ass and running sloppily
over my asshole. In spite of myself, I was totally
turned on again and I moaned as my spent cock got
harder and hotter.
He licked my ass and started thrusting his tongue into
my anus. God, the sensation was unbelievable. It was
happening again! The man at the Club licking my 7 year
old fucked asshole... Fucking me with his tongue! It
was pain that was the opposite of pain. It was a kind
of pleasure I had never imagined. I moaned and licked
Tim's thigh, moving my mouth to his hairy bush, opening
my asshole to Jimmy's questing tongue.
"That was so good, I think we should do it again," said
Tim slyly. "Come here mouth fucker."
With his hand still on the back of my head, he lifted
my head and guided me back to his re-energized dick.
God. No, I thought, and I resisted a little, hoping my
brother would say something now that he was satisfied.
But he remained silent as Tim forced me to go down on
him again. But Jimmy continued to eat my asshole. It
felt so fucking good. The pain of his cock rape
combined with the ministrations of his tongue had re-
aroused me incredibly. Now Tim started gently moving my
head up and down over his large shaft, enjoying the
sensations of fucking my mouth. I tried my best to
accommodate him, even though my lips, mouth and throat
were starting to feel bruised and I felt laden with cum
in my throat.
Then Tim said to Jimmy, "Spank his ass!"
"Tim," said my brother, finally speaking up, 'Maybe we
should...."
"Should nothing," said Tim. "Your baby brother is a
cock sucker and needs to be spanked. Go ahead, Jimmy,
spank him."
"Nnnnnnoohhh," I mumbled around Tim's giant cock, again
filling my mouth to the limit, but no one paid
attention.
Jimmy slapped my ass.
"Unnnnnhhh," I cried jerking my butt, but Tim kept his
hands on my head and began to increase the tempo of his
mouth fucking.
Smack! Jimmy slapped me again and I jerked. It hurt!
Smack! smack! He hit me again and again and Tim started
moaning and thrusting in earnest.
Smack! I couldn't take anymore. My ass was on fire. Tim
was blocking my throat again with every thrust, my lips
were sore, and I could barely breathe.
Smack! Jimmy landed a sideways blow directly on my
exposed asshole.
"NNNNGggghhhhhhh," I moaned as Tim thrust again and
started crying, "Oh yeah, Mouthfucker! Take it!"
He started pumping new shots of jism into my tonsils
and I tried to swallow to keep on breathing, but Jimmy
kept on slapping my shaking ass and I gagged and
coughed and couldn't swallow at all and wads of cum
rolled down the sides of Tim's dick as he spewed his
load again and again.
Smack! Again Jimmy hit me.
"Stop it!" I coughed, as Tim relieved the pressure
enough for me to lift my head off of his giant pulsing
tool. "Just stop it!"
"Mouth fuc-ker!" sighed Tim contentedly. "Wow."
He put his hand down to his cock and felt his gooey
sperm. "Ugh. Jesus Greg, you made a mess. Clean it up,"
he said, nodding at his cock.
"Tim," I protested submissively, my ass aflame and my
whole body trembling with insane lust.
"Tim," mumbled Mark sleepily.
"Clean it up mouthfucker," Tim insisted. "Clean it up
and you'll be all done."
My ass was burning and my swollen cock was pulsing, so,
haltingly, I reached down and started licking his cum
off his belly.
"Now the balls," he said.
Even though I was revolted at this new act of
degradation, I was in a bizarre stage of erotic pain,
and I kept on licking, cleaning up his now flaccid dick
and the spatters on his balls.
"Yes, that's cool," Tim said, "You are one good
mouthfucker."
My brother hadn't said a word this whole time and now
his eyes were closed. Jimmy too had already gotten back
in his sleeping bag. Although I still had a raging hard
on, I was now acutely embarrassed, and I crawled back
into my own sleeping bag without a word. My ass was
still burning and my mouth and throat were sore and
sticky with cum.
There was an endless loop of men fucking me in the ass
and in my mouth running in my head. I was in an unreal
fantasy land as I tried to clean the jizm from my teeth
and face as I fell asleep to troubled dreams. I woke up
later in the night, jerking myself off as men covered
my little boyish body with cum, squirting out my ass
and mouth; drowning in hot cum.
*
The next morning, one of the first things Jimmy said
was, "That was great last night! You want to do it
again?"
"Shut up, Jimmy," said Tim as Mark and I looked at him
in silence. "Just forget it, understand?"
I looked gratefully at Tim as we all awkwardly got
dressed.
Although Jimmy mentioned the experience and was
interested, in spite of my trying to shut him down,
neither my brother nor Tim ever said anything about it
again.
But, by now, I was a regular little pervert. In spite
of my homosexual experiences though (I was only 14),
all of my fantasies were about fucking girls. I jerked
off to vivid scenes of the sexual molestation of woman
and girls. My brother's novels were still electrifying.
I was immersed in a whole world of porno perversion and
I wanted to be part of it. I had been doing "dangerous"
things for a least a year now, mostly in the summer
when I could run around naked.
Sometimes I would get naked during the day and sneak
around without being seen. There were large open fields
across the street from our house and I could strip in
one spot and walk around with no clothes on in the
summer when the grass was almost over my head.
Sometimes I would strip naked at home, in broad
daylight and sneak across the yards and roads to the
fields.
I would take one of my brother's porn novels and stroke
my hard cock, masturbating naked in the grass, knowing
that somebody could walk by me three feet away and not
see me. I would spurt my cum and walk around, my dick
still hard, with semen dripping on my body. I never got
caught then, but I did take risks, jerking off naked
while I could hear or see people walking by.
There was also an overgrown woods and swamp down the
block where I would strip, explore the undergrowth in
the nude for half a mile in any direction. There were
secret places for me to hide pornography and masturbate
in the clean, soft woods.
I had a newspaper route and I used to deliver my
papers, at 5:30 AM - in the nude.
I would ride my bike naked to the block of my route,
and then I would sneak from door to door, my heart
pounding wildly at the thought of getting caught.
Sometimes I would get hard and jerk off at somebody's
front door. The danger and the forbidden perversion of
the whole scene were aphrodisiacs to my pubescent
teenage fantasies. I always kept a pair of shorts in my
paper bag to slip on, just case.
Once, after I had walked up to the front porch and
delivered a paper, I turned around and saw a police car
shining its spotlight on the houses, moving towards me.
I fell like a rock and killed myself getting my shorts
on, and when I stood back up, he was there in front of
the house, next to my parked bicycle. I was scared
shitless. I walked out and talked to him and he looked
me over and asked "Do you always dress that way?"
"No, it's hot," I said lamely. It wasn't that hot, and
I had nothing on except for my shorts, paper bag and
sneakers.
It turned out that a motorist had complained that there
was a naked man chasing her down the street. We both
figured she probably meant me on my bicycle. Although,
hopefully, he was figuring that I had had my shorts on.
I had been terrified that he was going to arrest me
right there.
I also jerked off my cock in semi-public places.
Once, during a school assembly, I snuck from backstage
into the orchestra pit, took off all my clothes and
jerked off while the kids were speaking onstage. I was
lying there, entirely naked and while I couldn't have
been seen from the audience, if anybody on stage would
have walked to the edge and looked down, they could
have seen me beating my meat, shooting my sperm all
over my chest and stomach.
I did the same thing in our church auditorium once. The
minister was giving a lecture and the audience was all
adults. There was a way under the stage from another
part of the building. I crawled under, stripped down
and lay down naked right next to the front of the stage
where there were doors to store things underneath the
stage. I looked through the crack in the door and
masturbated, fantasizing about various women in the
audience that I could see. Some of them were hot
looking. I remember that as being a particularly
intense orgasm.
As an altar boy, we wore long red cassocks that covered
our bodies down to the floor along with a white blouse
called a surplice. Before one service in the evening, I
took off my pants and underwear and conducted services
naked under the cassock. Again the silly danger of this
got me aroused and my cock was hard most of the night,
sticking out, rubbing against the heavy material of the
cassock. The second time I did it at a night service, I
realized that I might be really stupidly dangerous.
While we were kneeling in front of the altar, I was
trying to adjust my cassock to hang more loosely, so
that my hard on wouldn't literally be straining to
break through the material. As I felt the hem on my
ankle socks, it came to me that my back was toward the
congregation and that there was a very high probability
that if I moved wrong, it would be seen that I didn't
have any pants on. I had to be extremely careful
kneeling down and standing up.
I didn't do that again, but one last time, a while
later, I tried it when I was the crucifer - he's the
guy that leads the church procession and carries the
cross. He has his own little booth next to the choir
where he sat during most of the service.
Just once more, I went naked under my long white
cassock that the crucifer wore. My cock was hard as a
rock as I led the procession. There is a sort of white
cloth belt/saddle holder for the bottom of the cross
that wraps around the waist, and the butt of the cross
rubbed against my jutting erection and hid it from the
view of the congregation. God, it was so perverted.
After sitting in the private booth, I played with my
hard on during the service. When I finally realized
that nobody could see anything beneath my shoulders
because the booth shielded me on all sides, I tried the
grand perversion. I unbuttoned the lower part of my
cassock and started gently massaging my naked cock.
Fully exposed and naked from the waist down, I
cheerfully masturbated away while, right next to me, on
the other side of the wooden partition was a girl my
age from the church choir.
I could look into her eyes and smile, not more than
three feet away while I gripped my throbbing tool in
pleasure.
I speeded up my strokes and orgasmed while they were
singing, so that my moving hand and flushed and turned
on face wouldn't be so obvious. It was mind blowing -
spurting cum onto my naked thighs surrounded by people.
It was almost a religious experience.
The perverted danger of it all turned me on.
Continued in part 3...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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