Memories in the life of a boy.
A note for the reader. All the characters in this fictional story, that were involved in any sexual act, were carefully screened. Their identifications were thoroughly checked and authenticated. Not one is under the age of twenty one. If you are looking for a story involving underage fictional characters, you will not find them here. Occasionally a younger child is mentioned as a reference to allow the reader to understand a certain viewpoint. Rest assured any children that may have been mentioned were placed on a separate page until the sex scenes were over so their young minds wouldn’t be corrupted. The story was then pasted together after the children had gone to their fictitious homes.

The author is of the age that he sees all persons between the ages of four and thirty as boys and girls. The ones under age four are of course babies. The author does not distinguish the ages of the boys and girls other than the fact that all are above the legal age of twenty one and some are older than others. Thus many of the characters are referred to as boys and or girls. Sometimes the author might refer to them as little or young. That’s a force of habit. My forty year old son is still my little boy, even though he doesn’t think so.

To get the maximum enjoyment from the story, it is suggested that the reader read Part One first.

Total Confusion Part Eleven

I had spent the night at Paul’s house. His Dad didn’t come in last night to get a blow job from one of us because he had a friend and his wife stay the night. We did however give him one while we were in the tub before his friend arrived. Whenever I was at Paul's house and his Dad was home, I was going to suck his dick. Even if we only came in to get something Paul had forgotten. That was a given.

His Dad would come up with something he needed to discuss and take us to Paul's room to do him. Of course if I was going to spend the night, Paul's Dad would wait until that night to come in to get one, unless we were alone. In that case I would give him several throughout the day.

I’ll call the friend Bob. His wife’s name doesn’t matter, but you can call her Laura. They were all going somewhere together in the morning as soon as the baby sitter arrived. Paul’s Dad didn’t like the idea of leaving the three of us by ourselves all day. He was worried someone might try to get us. It seems that a lot of people that do shit with their children are over protective of them. In their misguided attempts to protect us they end up subjecting us to more danger.

Paul and I were generally allowed to sleep in late, as Paul's Dad knew we had stayed up late doing each other even though he never mentioned it to us. Later on his Mamma and sister knew, but none of them knew that the rest of them knew. I was thinking this happened before we started doing Sherry. It is possible it could have been a little later.

That morning, I sensed there was something slowly tugging at the covers. I awoke, but pretended I was still asleep. Carefully edging open one eye, I could see Bob pulling at the blanket. He was working it slowly up over our feet. He obviously wanted to look at both of our legs. He had seen us in our short pants and I guess the temptation to see the rest of us must have been more than he could stand. I wasn’t as pretty as Paul was. I wasn’t as feminine either, but I have had quite a few people remark about how sweet and sexy my legs were. Most of them were guys.

They thought I had girl’s legs. I felt more like I was a girl all the time. I was doing more girl stuff all the time as well. I never felt like a guy. I always felt insecure and inferior to all the other boys. I definitely wasn't masculine. Just about any guy that saw me in a situation where I had a little skin exposed, would steal a few glances at me. Even guys I knew weren't interested in little boys seemed to admire my beauty when they could see it without anyone knowing they were looking.

Most guys didn't seem to care if I knew they were gawking as they would stare right at me when they thought we were alone. I realized when I became much older that the simple truth was a lot of young boys are just plain down right pretty. I have heard men and women as well remark about how cute and beautiful some of the little boys were, so I knew that it wasn't just that I had been trained to perceive them as such. As fond as I am of little boys, I can tell the difference between a pretty one and one that isn't. I have never had any interest in any that weren't pretty. Only the pretty ones seemed sexy to me.

By this time, Bob had the cover up almost to our crotches, and had paused to enjoy the view. He just stood there and gawked for about ten minutes before pulling at the top of the covers so he could look at our tits. I could tell he still thought we were asleep, because he was being extra careful not to do anything he thought would wake us up.

I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get out of this one. If he got the covers all the way off of me, my underpants were still under my pillow from last night and it might be hard to say we don’t do it when we are clearly naked in the bed together and we usually reeked of sex the next morning after a heavy petting session like last night. I could already smell the semen from where Paul had ejaculated on my chest during the night.

It had already dried, but it sure does stink. Not the putrid kind of stink, but the kind where when Paul smells that way, I have to eat him. That smell really makes me horny. Works Sherry over pretty good too. Bob has been looking closely at my tits and belly button. Now he is sniffing near my chest. It is obvious that Bob can smell Paul's scent on my tits. It seems to be getting him pretty horny too.

Bob is really breathing hard. It doesn't take a genius to know Bob is going to want one or the both of us to suck him. Hell, his hand is stroking on his crotch now and the bastard's tongue is hanging out of his mouth. I did not wish to suck Bob. I found him to be gross. He was way too hairy and he was not appealing to me in anyway.

Besides, it wasn’t my job to satisfy him. It was his wife’s job. It was no uncertain secret what he wanted. I felt weird about myself. This guy was in the room going nuts looking at me and there was a beautiful young girl in the next room and he preferred me over her. I felt like I must have a sign on my forehead saying, “I suck”.

Here we go. He just put his hand on my left nipple and is slowly rotating it around on my chest. As usual, my body is betraying me by responding to unwelcome touches. My nipple is poking straight up. It is hard again. So is something else and I don’t think it will be much longer before he finds out for himself. He leaned over and started sucking my nipple. I was closest to the outside of the bed or he would have taken Paul first. Everybody goes ape shit over Paul.

Bob was sucking so gently and I was so mad at myself. I had become aroused. I had never had anyone suck me that way before. The way he did it made me feel like my tit was connected directly to my dick. I wondered what his wife would say if she knew what he was doing now? He would twirl his tongue lightly around the base of my nipple without actually touching the nipple. Every now and then he would place his lips around it onto my chest and kiss me on my chest as he slowly pulled his lips together at the tip of my nipple.

Then he would kiss it so gently and do it all over again. He was driving me wild and I hated myself because he was able to do it so easily. I must be a faggot. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I knew he could feel my heartbeat in his mouth. Hell, I could hear it myself. I tried so hard not to get excited and I was about to shoot off without him even touching it.

I was already wet down there. I could feel my juice oozing out of the tip of my dick. He knew I was awake now. He kept sucking and I kept getting more excited. I couldn’t believe what I just did. I shot off with out having so much as a caress on my thing. The embarrassing part was I was so excited I started moaning with delight as I came.

This allowed Bob to know I was coming. He kissed me on my mouth as if to say, “ Thank you for letting me do this for you.” Bob took another look at Paul and crawled up into the bed between us. He placed one of my hands on his dick and told me to rub it for him. I started rubbing. I didn't know what else to do. In the meantime, Bob turned his attention to Paul.

He leaned forward, kissing Paul on the lips. Paul kissed him back. They started hugging and gradually snuggled up close to one another. Bob had already stripped off his clothes before coming into the room. After Bob had treated Paul to the same indignity that he did for me, he climbed in between Paul's legs, pulling his thing out of my hand as he reached down wrapping Paul's legs around his waist as he shoved his hardness up Paul's ass.

I could tell from the grimace on Paul's face that it hurt something awful. Tears were running down his face and he was crying. It wasn't a quiet cry, but he wasn't crying loud enough for Sherry to hear him in her room. Bob didn't seem to give a shit that he was hurting Paul. He just kept thrusting it in and out. In a few minutes, Bob shuddered like he was going into spasms. When he finally lay still, Paul rolled out from under him and scurried off to the bathroom.

Bob crawled over top of me and pushed his thing against my lips. He asked me to return the favor. Damn this prick. I did not want his thing in my mouth. It did not look good. It was fat and thick. It was also too long. He turned me off big time, but I found myself fantasizing later about him sucking on my nipples.

He made me so excited. I had never had anyone excite me so much and yet gross me out so much at the same time. I began to realize he was going to get his rocks off on me whether I liked it or not. I didn’t understand how he knew we would lay here and let him do us. The only thing I could think was I must have ”I am a faggot” written all over me.

I rolled away from him and got on my hands and knees on the bed. My feet were hanging off the end of the mattress and I stuck my butt up in the air while I laid my head on the bed. This was my surrender mode. It was what I used to keep from sucking someone I found repulsive. No self-respecting pervert could resist me when I did this.

Bob surprised me by grabbing my shoulders and rolling me onto my back again. Bob got on top of me and crammed his dick into my mouth, just as Paul returned from the bathroom. There was nothing I could do to stop Bob, so I started sucking. I was sick inside. He was so damned hairy, it made me feel like puking. He was fat and slimy feeling. His gut hung out so far, I don't think he could see his dick.

His nuts were so loose that his sack was gently slapping against my chin. Bob's dick was thick and wide. It was also very long. The head of it filled up my mouth. I was glad he didn't get me to deep throat it. I had to suck that nasty dick of Bob's for about ten minutes before he even got hard again. I had been sucking it for a total of about 20 minutes, when we heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway. Bob immediately pulled his dick from between my lips and skedaddled back to the guest room before anyone could get in the house.

That tickled me shitless. Bob didn't shoot off in my mouth. I didn't have to swallow the fat bastard's load. I still felt like a faggot and I still felt violated. I was so upset, I was crying softly to myself and wondering why everyone wanted to do shit to me all the time. It would be so nice if they would leave me the fuck alone.

Paul was torn apart too. He was also trickling blood from the back of his ass. Bob had hurt him pretty bad. When people do these things to me, I feel like I have been invaded and it sometimes helps to be alone for a few minutes so I can cry. We found out later that Bob had said he felt bad and didn't feel like going anywhere. He had volunteered to keep us out of trouble until they all got back. I was deeply ashamed and embarrassed at what had happened. I wonder if, Paul felt the same way I did.


It sure is a bitch being young. I was still wondering how everyone seemed to know they could do stuff to me and I would remain quiet about it. Did I have a neon sign on my forehead, or did I hold my mouth the wrong way?

I learned later in life that the younger folks, either a girl or a boy who was prone to suck was easy to spot. All you had to do was stare at them and eventually they would look back at you. If you looked like you wanted to eat them alive, their expression changed to a worried look, like can I or would I do it with this guy. The ones that have never done it will not recognize the look and will not have a change in their face.

The ones who will do it, but haven’t are easy too. They are loners and are usually submissive to suggestions. Tickling them in their sides or rubbing their knees will let you know what they are about. The ones who won’t do it will move or will tell you not to touch them, but what you did is not enough for them to risk telling someone as they are not really sure you did anything bad, but knew they did not like it.

The ones that sit still are yours for the taking. Lots of times when you tickle them real hard they will accidentally push your hands down to their crotch in an attempt to get a lull in the tickling. If you stroke them gently they will want you to finish it for them. The rest is child’s play.


Later in the day, Paul and I were in the tool shed tinkering with Paul's dirt bike. Bob slipped into the tool shed, pretending he had an interest in the bike. I knew better. I saw the look on his face when Paul asked me to go with him to the shed. It was a look like good. Go out to the shed. I'll be out there with you shortly. I hate it when I am right like that and here the fat bastard is.

I am still thinking about how gross his dick had felt in my mouth and was still very glad I hadn't had to finish it for him. I was getting sick to my stomach. Bob was talking about how cool the bike was, but he wasn't looking at the bike. His eyes were going from Paul's legs to mine and back again. I knew we were alone with Bob. I also knew no one was going to come in to disturb us here. They never had before.

Suddenly Bob asked us to take our clothes off. I didn't want to, but I was afraid of Bob, so I took mine off. Paul must have been afraid too. When we were both naked, Bob got his dick out. He reached over pulling my head down between his legs. Now things were even grosser. Bob smelled like pungent sex. I stifled the urge to throw up. Seeing as how I was trapped, I wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft. Slowly I began gently working my mouth up and down to get it over with.

Bob grinned in satisfaction as I worked. I smiled sweetly at him just like David had trained me to. When my mouth slid to the head of his dick, I twirled my tongue in the tip of it. Then I sucked at the end and worked my way back down as far as I could go without gagging. There was no way I could deep throat him. It wouldn’t fit down my throat.

I sucked hard. Then I sucked lightly. I sometimes removed my mouth licking his shaft all over from the tip to the base. My lips found themselves grabbing at his rod again when Bob started moaning out loud. When Bob shot of in my mouth I started getting ill. The more he squirted out, the sicker I got. I managed to hold out until he finished, but not much longer.

The vomit spewed up into my mouth. I managed to get outside before it started squirting all out of my mouth. I stood out back of the shed heaving my guts out while Bob did whatever it was he was going to do to Paul. I was worried that someone might see me naked at the back of the shed, but actually there was no way anyone outside the yard could see the shed. Anyone in Paul's house could only see the front of the shed. When I opened the door to go back inside, it would block the view from the house.

No one would be able to see me. I still worried anyway. The worst part was I was so sick to my stomach I wouldn't have cared anyway. By the time I finally managed to stop throwing up, over thirty minutes had passed. I went back into the shed to put my clothes on. Bob had finished with Paul and was already half way dressed. Paul was still naked and was standing with his legs apart.

I could see blood dripping onto the floor from Paul's backsides. Damn, the fat bastard had fucked Paul again. Bob went back in the house leaving us to lick our wounds. I told Paul he had a pretty big tear at the edge of his hole and he should see a doctor. Paul just stood there crying and finally managed to blurt out, "You know God damned well I can't tell anybody about this."

I was still worried about Paul. He had been injured pretty bad. From the looks of it, Paul really needed medical attention, even though, I knew Paul would never let anyone look at it. His ass dripped blood for several days. Paul kept his underpants stuffed with toilet paper to hide the fact that he was bleeding, until it finally stopped. Unfortunately, I think Paul would rather have bled to death than let someone know Bob had had it up his ass. Paul's butt was extremely sensitive for about a week after the episode with Bob. I couldn't even eat his ass.

When Paul was able to stop crying, he looked at the floor. He said, "Oh fuck. What are we gonna do with all the blood on the floor?" There was a whole lot of it and we had no way to get it up. I have always had a lot of trouble with my nose bleeding easily and heavily. I finally got Paul to hit me in the nose. Problem solved. Now it really was one hell of a mess. We went into the house to fix my nose.

Damn, I felt so stupid. I had let myself get taken advantage of again. Thank God Bob and Laura only stayed the weekend. Another good thing was those two episodes were the only times Bob got us alone. Still, it was a very long and scary weekend. Bob stared at us the whole time with that look. We went to all kinds of extremes to prevent being left alone with Bob. Paul and I even went shopping with his Mom and Sherry. That was how much we wanted to avoid Bob. We had never done that before. We would rather suck a cows butt than go shopping with the girls.

To be continued……………………………….........................................................................

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