Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: 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 Fourteen
Paul and I just got in the car with David. David told me to sit up front and give him a blow job while we went to his house. That was a little strange, not the part about giving him head, but the part about doing it on the way. He got where he didn’t usually risk someone catching him on the road. He wanted the straw suck today. I hated that. It made my mouth sore and he always shot off a whole bunch when I did it that way.
I am feeling low, like I don’t count. Here I am with my lips around a penis. Why me? Why do I have to do this. What did I do to cause it? David likes to finger me while I suck, so I had to pull my pants off and more or less ride down the road with my head in his lap and my ass in the air. I was scared somebody might see me going down the street.
I am already sore from two days ago when David and two of his buddies took turns sticking their dicks into my hole. They took bets on who would come first. I had to lie there in my surrender mode while they were on their knees, and were side by side behind me. When one of them pulled it out the other slid his in. I don’t remember who came first. Does it really matter? They all did. Can’t they see this is my body and it is not theirs to do with as they please? I guess they can’t.
David likes to stare into my face, because he says I have a sexy far away stare, and he loves to look into my eyes while I do it. He says I am a lot prettier with a dick between my lips. Sometimes he gets us to sit in the living room and beat off on the couch in front of him. Other times he likes to stick our dicks up his nose so he can snort it when we come. Later, it wouldn’t fit anymore. I remember it was the week before I told David I would tell on him. I could still get the head of it in his nose, but it wouldn't all go in without him saying it hurt. I had a lot more hair around it by then, but it was still pretty much a pencil dick and was nowhere near as hairy as the other boys.
I never knew what might be happening when we arrived at David’s house. Today he had guests. Six guys were sitting in the living room when we came in. David immediately ordered Paul and I to remove our clothes. I felt embarrassed and sick to my stomach. I hated undressing in front of other people, especially when they were strangers. I was ashamed of my tiny dick. It worried me to death. I remember thinking, oh fuck, he’s set up a gang bang and we get to be the gang bangees. I was wrong, instead David wanted us to go to each of them and let them try to talk us into picking them and let them touch us anywhere but on our dicks to get us excited. They could take turns kissing us before we had to decide who would get to do it all.
It was kind of like a beauty contest only there would be 2 winners. Paul and I were the prizes. I felt very bad. I was embarrassed to be touched by all of these guys. I didn’t like kissing them. I am sure Paul was going through some of the same feelings. I was buck naked in front of six complete strangers. I was going to have to do some really sick shit in front of them as well. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that, no matter who we picked, the rest of them were going to watch it all.
If ever I wished I could crawl under a carpet, this was the time. I really, really, really do not want to do this, but I am very afraid of David. My being of such small stature, I am no match for him. David has made it clear if we do not go along with the game plan, there will be serious consequences. After I had a few minutes to be thoroughly embarrassed by standing in the nude in front of six fully dressed strangers, David told them they could go ahead and show us their stuff. They all got undressed. The game began.
I stood in front of the first one I got to and he proceeded to tell me how he was going to nibble on my meat when I picked him. I already knew which one I was going to pick and I had an idea, which one Paul would choose although there was no guarantee he would do it. There was a guy in the corner with a thing that was the spitting image of his Dad’s. I was going to pick the young looking guy. He had skin that looked smooth. As a plus, he had no hair on his chest.
His thing was big and hairy, which I did not like, but all guys had hairy dicks when they got older. I figured it would be a little easier to perform on him. I was still going to have to stand in front of each one of them for 5-10 minutes and let them caress and kiss me on various parts of my body. God, it was so embarrassing.
Two of them fingered my ass when they kissed me. Another twirled his finger around my hairless pubic area, telling me how smooth and soft I was. My guy just said hello. He didn’t grab me and never touched me. He told me it was probably a little embarrassing, for me to go through this, but he thought I was a sweet little boy and would like it very much if I were to pick him. When choosing time arrived, I took the young guy and Paul picked his “Dad’s prick.”
I felt more used than ever now. Six guys sat and ogled while I did everything with this guy. David was there too. My guy wanted me to milk him like I do for David. In no time at all he was dribbling almost continuously while I teased his thing. I knew since it was being caught in a bowl, I would probably end up swallowing it all. There was a large bowl there as well. I wondered what they had planned for it, but I figured I would find out soon enough.
I would tease and he would dribble. When he would start to dribble I would ease up just enough to keep him from coming. His heart was racing a mile a minute. I could hear him breathing like he couldn’t catch his breath. I had him so excited I thought he might explode. I do not feel sexy, I feel like I am being forced to do something repulsive. Doing it with the youngest guy didn’t help as much as I had hoped it would. I still felt like I was queer and would be going straight to hell.
It’s been almost an hour and he’s still got it oozing slowly but surely out of his thing. There’s close to a quarter inch of his cum in the bowl now. It was only a small soup bowl, no more than about three inches across. I decide enough is enough and I lean over to kiss it on top of the head. I pulled the tip down to the bowl at the same time. He erupts into orgasm adding that to the bowl as well. He kisses me for awhile until he gets hard again, then he tells me to assume the surrender mode.
He didn't call it the surrender mode as I didn't tell David what I used it for. The guy just told me how he wanted me to get on the floor like I do for David. Letting David in on the real deal behind the surrender mode would only give him another outlet to derive more pleasure at my expense. I may be a chicken shit little bastard, but I am not a stupid chicken shit little bastard.
Damn, the bastard told them all I suck and will milk them for hours and told them about the surrender mode as well. Now I’m on my knees with my ass in the air and my face on the carpet. I could feel something cold, slip into my butt. I found out later the guy was squirting his cum up my butt with an eye dropper from the bowl. Each squirt brought cheers and remarks from the rest of them. They were getting off on this shit. I was so humiliated. You could have bought me for a nickel.
When all of it was inside of me, he slid his head underneath of me from behind and got himself into a position to gulp down my load. I hated myself. I tried to separate myself from the good feelings, but I was so excited I shot off after only a few minutes of his lips coming in contact with my skin. My body always betrayed me. I sat there, with him, sucking on me as my stomach rumbled while his cum started moving all around inside my bowels.
He told me to go down and take care of it with my lips. When he shot off, it wasn’t sweet as I had hoped, but was quite nasty tasting and very hard to swallow without throwing up. I don’t know what Paul had to go through, as I was busy surviving my own ordeal. Whatever it was, I am sure I wouldn’t have wanted to go through it either.
All I did know was the large bowl had been for Paul. After they got finished watching the guys do their thing to us both, they dragged us to the bathroom. They had a douche bag hanging on the wall of the bathroom. They forced Paul to get in the surrender mode in the bathtub and then one of them stuck the tip of the douche bag up Paul’s ass. I watched them fill the bowl with water and slowly fill Paul’s butt up by dumping water from the bowl into the bag.
They kept putting it in with David telling Paul he had better not shit in his goddamn tub. Eventually Paul started squirting it everywhere. When Paul finished emptying his ass, they all roared with delight and dumped in another bowl full. I felt so sorry for Paul. I could tell he felt very degraded. He looked so sad. He just sat there on his knees weeping and squirting stuff out of his ass for a long time, while they continued to dump it into the bag. I was surprised they didn’t do it to me too.
I spent the night at Paul’s house after it was over. I don’t know what I was thinking. I must have had my mind on something else, because I felt like I had sucked Paul’s Dad’s thing for an awfully long time before he finally came and left Paul and I alone. Paul didn’t mess with my butt and I didn’t mess with his.
I usually enjoyed tonguing his ass. It was like eating pussy. He was so soft and smooth. After eating his pussy until he started to squirm, I would pretend I was licking his clitoris while I was giving him head. I didn’t want him to mess with my butt tonight, because I had been right all along. All 7 of them fucked us in the butts. I was so sore, I could hardly sit down. I really hated David. If I could make him disappear, he would have vanished a long time ago.
Even after all of that shit, I had to have Paul’s load in my mouth. As much as I hated to suck dicks, I could suck on Paul’s all night. I used him as a pacifier for the night after he finished with me. I laid my head on his stomach and cried silently as I enjoyed his meat. There were a lot of times I would cry for a while after being used really bad.
I usually went to the bathroom or someplace else where I would be alone so no one could see me crying. Tonight was an exception. I soaked Paul pretty good with the tears, but he never said a word. He liked me sucking him so much sometimes he would lie still all night and I would awake with it still in my mouth. When I awoke in the morning, I lay there enjoying the feel of him in my mouth. Then I gently sucked him off.
To be continued………………………………...........
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