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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 Fifteen

One of the few times I felt like I was a guy was when I was with Sherry. I liked being with her. It was so cool the way she wrapped her legs around my waist as she sat in my lap facing me.. She ran her tongue around inside my mouth and let her pussy slide down my shaft, resting against my pubic area while Paul sat and watched. Paul and I shared just about everything. We shared his Dad, his sister, her girlfriend, David’s weird world, and each other.

It seems so sick and shameful being in love with a boy. Relishing having him squirt his juice into my every orifice. Feeling his balls do their thing in me. Knowing it is wrong and yet living for another chance to do him again.

Sherry wants Paul to live with her when she gets her own place. I am pretty sure he’ll take her up on it. If he doesn’t, I would like to. She likes to have sex with me, but she is actually in love with her brother Paul. If she ever gets married, her husband will have to be willing to share her with Paul. I don’t think she will get married, if Paul moves in with her.

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I have a stint in the box at least twice a week now, most weeks that is. It is usually for the whole four hours. It is not as long during the winter when we have school. I have nightmares every time I go to sleep. I dream about a wolf man that chases me around in the trees. That's the weird part of the dream, he chases me around in the trees and I have to be careful not to fall out of them.

I would jump from tree to tree. It was really scary. We are both naked. I can see his hard on swinging back and forth. I can see his teeth and I know he will eat me alive if he catches me. There is no talking in the dream, but I know he wants to eat my dick, balls and all, until he has turned me into a girl. Then he can fuck me to death. I can never quite make out his face, but I am scared shitless of him and the dream seems so real.

Sometimes, I would wake up trembling and sweating, scared to death I will be turned into a girl and that I will be fucked forever by the wolf-man. I had to share a bed with my oldest brother. He is 2 years older than I. If I didn’t awake on my own due to the dream, he would wake me and want to know why I would jump nearly a foot high in the bed and why I was sweating on a cool night. I couldn’t explain it to him.

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At one point, my older brother and I were playing in the trails under the honeysuckle bushes at the old pig lot. We could see out, so if anyone were coming, we could see him or her, without being seen. He was really horny at the time. What he did that day was actually a normal thing for young boys to do. The psychiatrists call it experimenting. Anyway, he took off his pants and said he was going to teach me how to jerk off. I sat there in the bushes and watched him beat his own meat. He squirted as much as David did. The next day we went back in the bushes and he asked me to rub his thing for him. I got him to shoot off. He was a pretty big hand full.

About a week later, we were in the old chicken house. He took off his pants. He sat on the floor in the straw and then he asked me to suck his thing. I got on my hands and knees and put my mouth over his shaft. At first I didn’t want to do it and then I decided what the hell and started sucking vigorously on his meat. I was going to swallow it all, if he hadn’t asked me if it was all right if he shot off in my mouth.

Having him ask me if it was okay to do it, embarrassed me. I was all right with it at first and suddenly it was one of those things where I can’t do it. I didn’t mind sucking it, but I couldn’t have him shoot off in my mouth. I started thinking if I let him do my mouth I would end up doing him all the time and probably would do him at night too. I didn’t want to do my brother all the time, so I told him it wasn’t okay to shoot off in my mouth.

He said he would tell me when to move my head and then I could beat it for him until he finished. I kept sucking until he tapped me on the head and I pulled back and jerked him the rest of the way off. He got me to do it a few other times and once dribbled quite a bit into my mouth before the real action took place. It was enough to get a good idea of what his load tasted like, though I never told him so. It tasted nasty. It may have been the thought of it coming from between my brother’s legs or it may actually have been nasty. I am not really sure. Then he just stopped. It was just experimentation.

I remember fantasizing about actually sucking him all the way off while I lay beside him several weeks after the last time. I was tempted, but there was always that inner conflict I always had about everything. I felt bad enough about thinking the thoughts to keep me from doing it. I talked with him about it a few years ago to let him know I felt bad about doing it. It was the same time I able to come clean with him about my abuse.

Of course, I only told him some of what was done to me. I couldn't tell him all of it, nor could I let him know with who. I couldn't actually let anyone know now. It is still way too painful. He assured me what we had done together was just being young and curious. He didn’t think anything bad of me for doing it. That made me feel a little better, knowing he didn't think I was a faggot little bastard for doing him. He also told me he was sorry about the molestation and wished he had known so he could stop it. I love my brother and do not hold this against him. I am glad he didn’t shoot the whole wad into my mouth, if he had, I probably would have got him to fuck my tail as well.

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I am at David’s again and right now he is sucking on my nose. He is sucking out his load I have had in there for the last hour and a half. I have already explained how David likes to fill up my nose to let it set up before I would either snort it into my sinuses or he would suck it out of my head. David just jammed his little finger up my nose so it will start bleeding.

The blood has started rolling out pretty good. David has my head in his hands and is sucking blood from my nose. He gets so excited doing this he has cum dripping out of his thing by the time he has had enough. I have to let him get his rocks off one more time before he lets me go home to nurse my wounds. He would make my nose bleed on purpose only every once in a while and only near the end of the time we had available.

Paul nearly freaked out when David jammed his finger up his nose. David managed to make him cry, but his nose would not bleed like mine. Paul rarely had a nose full of snot like I did. David didn't suck Paul's nose too often. He was always disappointed because he rarely ever got anything out of it.

Rest assured whenever Paul had the sniffles, David would grab him by the head and cram Paul's nose into his mouth. I have always had one side of my nose or the other swollen on the inside so I could get nothing in or out while breathing. David liked to get Paul to fuck me in the nose when this happened. His juice would just sit in my nose while the other side would sometimes bleed.

If it didn’t, David would either cram his finger up my nose or he would hit me in my nose. He wouldn’t hit me hard enough to really hurt me, but he hit me hard enough to bloody my nose. I felt like I had no rights and it was embarrassing, when David would pull my head over and alternate between kissing me and sucking my nose. I think back on it now, and I realize it takes a really sick bitch to bust a little kid in the nose so he can drink blood from it. The worst part of it all was there wasn’t one damn thing I could do about it when he grabbed me. All I could do was endure whatever it was he decided to do to me.


To be continued………………………………...................
3 comments

Kenny1kennyReport

2013-09-13 20:48:04
Thanks for the heartfelt comment. Too bad, he got off easy. And you are right. I have nothing to be ashamed. I am a survivor.

anonymous readerReport

2013-07-13 01:48:46
I wish David a horrible, painful death the likes of which had never been felt before by anyone. I wish I was a corrupt prison warden, David was my prisoner, and I could get the guards to beat and rape him to death. Fuck him for what he did to you. HE should be ashamed, not you. And there is nothing wrong with a rape victim enjoying any type of sex. You cannot help it, anyway.

Kenny1kennyReport

2010-04-29 20:38:56
Comment and vote. Tell what you think. Are you reading fantasy or is it something different.

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