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.
To get the maximum enjoyment from the story, it is suggested that the reader read Part One first.
It had been close to a week since our debut with Mister Donkey. It was long enough for me not to think about it any more. David hadn't had an opportunity to get us either, which was fine by me. That was really great, a whole fucking week without David. Unfortunately it ended too soon. David called while I was at Paul's house and told us to meet him.
We waited out on the road for David to ravage us again. He was late. It had been raining for the whole twenty minutes he hadn’t shown up. I was wet and felt like a drowned rat. The sorry bastard leaves us in the rain and does what he will. I couldn’t dream up the sick shit he did to us and made us do.
He finally showed and when he turned into that dirt road, I went into shock. I knew he was going to put as much of that donkey in me as he could. He had to drag me, kicking and screaming, into the barn. When he got me into the barn, I was crying and begging him not to do this to me. I didn’t want the donkey to fuck me.
David made us take off our clothes and forced me bend over while he greased me up with wads of Vaseline. Then he rubbed some on the head of the donkey’s dick. He placed a crate close to the donkey to get my ass to the right height. All the while, I am begging and pleading with him not to do it. I told him I would do anything he wanted. I cried and sobbed, but it all fell on deaf ears.
He made Paul stroke the shaft of it while he shoved the end of it up my butt. I thought he was going to tear me apart. It hurt me so bad I screamed the whole time it was in me. I tried to move up to get it out, but David had his other hand around my waist and held onto the head of my rod at the same time. I found his arm kept my back locked firmly where it was. I could only move my hips as far as my meat would stretch without tearing it off. I felt like I had someone’s foot up my ass. It was stretching my ass and it felt like I was going to bust. I don’t think he got it in much past the head of it, but I felt like it was all the way in.
David was partly limited to how much of it he could put in me because the donkey was in the stall and David had to pull its dick through the boards in the stall. He would rather have us in there with it, but when we messed with its dick, the donkey would get too excited for David to control it. It basically tried to climb on top of us. This way David controlled the donkey by its dick.
Obviously the donkey wasn't going anywhere his dick didn't go. The stall did the rest. I was dying inside. Here I was standing on a wooden crate with a donkey dick up my ass while my friend jerked it off. I knew he thought I was queer. I was having sex with an animal and there wasn’t one damned thing I could do but stand there and scream.
When the donkey shot off, I felt so dirty and sick to my stomach. I could feel its juice squirting into my insides. I had just had sex with a donkey. An animal had just shot off in my ass. I wanted to die. I just knew Paul would think I wasn’t shit for getting the donkey so excited with my ass. I felt like I was going to mess all over everything.
I could feel the juice moving around in my bowels. I thought Paul would make fun of me, but when I looked at him, he was white with fear. Paul did not see anything funny about it at all. He was scared to death that he was going to have to go through it too. I was still sobbing and trying to catch my breath from all the screaming, while David held my young head between his legs again. He told Paul to go back to the car, because he was a good boy and didn’t spill any. He said just to wait and we’d be there shortly.
Paul didn’t waste any time getting out of the barn. Paul carried his clothes with him and dressed in the car. I only sucked David for a few more minutes before he filled up my mouth with his juice. Meanwhile, my butt was so sore, it hurt when I moved my legs. I was still crying softly to myself. The tears were rolling down my cheeks, but I wasn't making a sound. I was afraid David would punish me by letting the donkey have me again.
David made me lie on my back while he straddled my head with his ass. He told me to tongue him and to make it feel good. I was still seeing that donkey and it was winking at me. I was willing to do almost anything to keep it from doing me again. I started tonguing and he told me to suck. I sucked his hole hard and he took a shit right there in my mouth.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was spewing from both ends. I ended up wallowing in my own shit mixed with donkey cum. I was vomiting vehemently and could not get enough of the taste out of my mouth to stop. Is this what they mean by the term, "Eat shit and die." Is this the way life is for all little boys?
I was crying and involuntarily throwing up as David dragged me out of the barn by my arm and hosed me down with a garden hose just outside of the farmhouse. When that cold ass water hit me, I thought I would freeze solid. It actually took away my breath. I was scared to death that someone might be home and see me naked covered in puke and shit. Fuck, Paul can see me from the car.
The next time I spent the night at Paul’s, we took turns with his Dad and then his Dad went to his room for some sleep. I looked at Paul and Paul was looking at me. I knew that kissing wouldn’t be enough for tonight. I was still reluctant to suck his dick without being forced to, as I wasn’t sure how Paul would take it. We held each other’s things for a good spell of time. Each of us wanting it, and each being afraid to be the one to initiate doing it to the other.
I could feel Paul’s heart beat through the end of his shaft. I finally made up my mind to go for it. I figured that if Paul got upset and refused to let me have it, David would make me do it later anyway. I had already done Paul a bunch of times in front of David. I really didn’t have anything to lose. I sucked on his nipples, first the one and then the other. I slipped my lips down to his rod and nudged at him slowly to make him explode.
Paul started moaning softly. I knew he wanted to scream like he does at David’s, but to do so would alert his Mom. When his hips started gyrating, I was pleasantly surprised and envious too. He shot off in my mouth. It was only a drop, but a sweet drop it was. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I liked his juice. What little there was. At the same time there was that inner turmoil. I was thinking that I was a faggot because it tasted so good.
His thing was starting to work and it didn’t bother me a bit. I loved him so much. When Paul started on me, I could feel my excitement building and was expecting Paul to stop in a while without anything happening as always. Paul had already been sucking me for over an hour, but he kept on. Suddenly, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to upset Paul by peeing in his mouth, but I felt so good I couldn’t move.
When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I let it go. To my surprise, I didn’t pee. Instead, I felt like my dick was exploding. It was awesome. I had never felt anything like this before. I was trying to pull Paul’s mouth through my waist. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was the most fantastic thing I had ever had happen to me. When it was over, I asked Paul if anything had come out. He said nothing had.
It was a few months later before I gave Paul his first drop. It soon grew to two. It increased so gradually and eventually we realized that we were giving each other a hefty mouth full. When we were together, we did it all. Sometimes we would fall asleep with my thing in his butt.
We were doing our thing in Paul’s room, one day. I thought I’d locked the door. Paul was moaning and working his hips with his thing up my ass, when his Mom walked into the room. Paul pulled back to try to hide what we were doing and shot off all over the bed and the back of my ass. I couldn't believe it, his Mom had seen it all. I just stayed there on the bed on my hands and knees, thinking, oh shit, I’m dead now. I thought she would kill us. She stood there as if in shock, then slowly came back to herself. Then she left the room, closing the door gently behind her, never saying a word.
I had suspected for some time that Paul’s Mom knew we were doing his Dad. She always made such a production out of when she was leaving and always announced when she was coming home. She usually took Sherry with her, so we were alone with his Dad. She never got home early. I guess she was afraid of what she might find. Now I knew, that she knew, Paul and I do it too. Even so, I sure wasn't going to ask her if she knew we were doing Paul's Dad.
Here we were at David’s place again. When I am around him I feel like a piece of meat, that has to be specially prepared until it’s ready to eat. He almost drools over me. I take it back, he does drool over me. It is so sick, having this guy using me as a depository for his cum. Yesterday he was screwing my butt and got really still, while he held me from behind extra close. I felt like my bowels were swelling up. I reached down and touched my tummy. It was puffing way out like I had eaten a huge meal. I also had to shit something awful. It felt like my butt was going to explode.
Suddenly I realized he had just peed in my butt. I also found I had to suffer and hold it in until he got through getting his wad too. Beg as I might, he simply wasn’t letting me up until he was ready to. I was crying again. I had to shit now, but if I did, it would spray all over the carpet and then David would probably skin me alive. Why was this being done to me? Had I done something to prompt him to do it to me?
Today he was doing it again. It was so embarrassing having his piss run up my ass while my friend watched my stomach grow in front of his eyes. I could feel it moving around my insides. It was very difficult and took a lot of energy to hold it until he got through. God, it felt so good when my cheeks hit that toilet seat. So good I didn’t care that David had come in the bathroom to watch it squirt out. I didn’t even get embarrassed when he separated my legs and positioned me so he could look between my legs and see it all.
I thought I had given some signal to him to make him want me this way. I felt like I was a queer and I wasn’t worth shit. I deserved to be fucked in the ass. No one would ever love me. They could see I was queer. I never tried to kill myself when I was younger. I was already dead. I thought about killing myself many times. I was so ashamed of myself. Not for thinking about taking my own life, but for being afraid to do it. I seemed to be afraid of everything.
I tried to make other people angry enough to kill me, but I never found anybody who wanted to kill me enough to get past that little being left inside of me that still wanted to survive. I had started to become afraid to be around guys. I thought they might be able to tell that I was sucking dicks and they might get me to do them too. I know this sounds paranoid to most people, but as it turned out, it was more the truth than it was paranoia.
I had more than one therapist tell me that one in every two girls is sexually molested by the time they are 18. They said that one in every three boys are molested and that is just the ones that are reported. Since boys are less likely to tell any one about their abuse due to the deep shame they feel, the number is probably pretty even with the girls. I believe they are right given the numbers I knew were having it done and given the number of people who did me.
David stopped the car in front of us as usual and we got in. David said he had a cool surprise for us. I had learned to dread his surprises. They normally meant bad news for me. When we entered his apartment, David stripped us of our clothes and took us to his bedroom. Some surprise. I don’t remember how many times he did that. He had this big walk-in closet and here’s the surprise. He had put in this wooden box. When he opened the door, the front of the box lined up with the opening of the closet. The front of it was closed in with two sets of curtains, one on each side.
He told us to get in the box on either side and he would come in and see if he could guess who had their lips wrapped around his shaft. The crazy bastard had even installed a light in the box so we could see to work our magic. This game became a ritual. We played it at least once almost every time we came down.
I was sucking on his thing, some number of weeks later, making sure he thought I was "loving" every minute and wanted him to shoot off a whole bunch, when I glanced at Paul to see if he was still watching. I had felt that something was strange. His thing seemed different. It felt like it was bigger than it was before. To my surprise, Paul was watching, but he was checking to see if I was watching him. Paul had a dick in his mouth too.
Now I knew why it felt different. It belonged to somebody I didn’t know. What if he opened the curtain and found out it was I that was sucking his meat? How would I feel if I knew who it was? David brought in someone different every time. Eventually, he had as many as 25 guys, all standing in line. I heard him telling some of them about the two young girls in the box.
"It will cost you ten bucks a pop. You can go up to twice on each side." I couldn’t believe my ears. These guys were paying up to forty dollars for the privilege of shooting off in our mouths. I wondered what they would think, if they knew we weren’t little girls? It was a terrible thing to be sucking a guy’s dick and never set eyes on his face.
Paul and I were experts now. Not one of them took more than five minutes. Some took less than two the first time. We would spend anywhere from two hours to four in the box before everyone went home and we could come out. David was getting up to 1000 dollars a day for what we did in the box.
When a guy shot off into our mouths, we had the option of either swallowing it all, spitting it into a glass, or dropping our chin and letting it run down our front starting at the chest. I sucked big dicks and little dicks, skinny dicks and fat dicks, he even brought in a Negro once in a while. Those were some of the few times that I threw up while I was in the box. Paul did too.
I didn’t want to do it to a black guy, but if I said anything, everyone would know it was me, so I had to suck. Damn you David. He was almost as gross as the donkey was. He probably wasn’t any dirtier than any of the other guys and certainly cleaner than some of the boys. Young boys have a tendency to think about their dicks as they got hard at the drop of a hat and would dribble semen into their underpants during the course of the day, making them smell like pungent sex, it made some of them really difficult to suck, but it was the idea of having a black guy getting his rocks off with my mouth that made me get so sick.
Later I started noticing some little boy’s dicks were poking at me. Theirs were bigger than mine but were definitely not a man’s. David gave them half off, since as he said, they didn’t shoot off as much. He may have been right, but I couldn't tell. They all shot off enough for it to be gross to me. I think he was hoping to get some of them alone sometime. I don't think he did, if he had, he would certainly have brought them to us.
I tried to let it run down my chest as much as I could. David would rub it in later, but it made it so hard to keep my footing when the floor of the box got so slick. If I swallowed it all, I got sick. If I spit it all into the glass, I had to drink Paul’s glass and he had to drink mine. I would get sick anyway. Basically, I was usually sick after being in the box. Paul and I spent a lot of time throwing up after we got out of David's car.
The good part of being in the box was that not everybody always had the stamina to come all four times in a mere four hours and I ended up sucking them only once. It cut down on David’s take, but I don’t think it had as much to do with the money as it had to do with him getting his rocks off. Some of the boys could probably shoot off all day, but rarely had more than 10 dollars and sometimes only had 5.
Some of the boys had plenty of money and the stamina to match. Thank God for the only twice rule. David made the rule as a time restraint, not that he gave a shit how many times I had to do it. I don't know how many guys he had all together, but he had a whole lot. He never had more than twenty five at a time, but they weren't the same twenty five every time. I guess he must have had a waiting list. That is a hard concept to accept. I am sucking dicks and not only do the guys love it, but there is a waiting list to get me to do them. It made me feel like I wasn't worth shit.
Paul and I are in Paul's room. Sherry is shopping with her Mom. Being as it is Saturday, I had just finished my turn with Paul's Dad. When we have satisfied him, he usually leaves us alone in Paul's room to do our thing. We were already nude. Sometimes, Paul's Dad likes to look at us when we are doing it. He says it gets him more excited that way. I always feel small and insignificant when I am naked in front of a man. Our clothes were already in the room and neither of us saw a need to put them back on. Paul and I hugged. He felt so smooth in my arms.
I started kissing him. we sucked one another's tongues for a while before swapping spit. I know it sounds gross, but I like it when Paul slowly pushes his spit into my mouth. Everything about Paul tastes good, except his shit. God knows I have had enough of it. When I have to do it with anyone else, I get a lump in my throat and have to work extra hard to keep from throwing up.
I want to die. I literally get sick. I am shaking all over. It is super gross and I feel just awful. I am so ashamed because I know that I am not supposed to be doing any of it. I worry that the wrong people will find out. If it ever gets around, I will never live it down.
Paul is a different story. I can't wait to wrap my lips around his dick. I started working my lips southward. When I finally got him in my mouth, I was in seventh heaven. The more he shot off, the more I wanted. I sucked him off twice before I gave in with his pleading to let him have mine. Paul likes my dick probably as much as I like his. Later on he was always telling me how much he loves me.
It makes me feel special having him tell me so. As much fun as we are having, we know we have to hurry so we can get a bath and head out to meet David. Sometimes he tells us not to bathe before we come out. David says we taste so much sweeter when we have been sweating and he likes to look at the dirt on our legs and feet before he licks it off. I think the bastard is sick.
Unless David says not to, I feel a little better about going through whatever he has planned if I am clean when I get there. I felt like I was coming and put my hands on the back of Paul's head pulling him up as close as I could while I went wild in his mouth. When it was over, we went in for our bath. Paul's Dad must have still been horny, because he opted to watch us take our bath. He watched for ten minutes before stepping out of the room.
Paul's Dad soon returned. He was nude and he brought his hard on toward my lips. I had to suck him quickly as Paul and I needed to wash the smell of sex off of us before we went to David's place. I certainly didn't want David to get after me while I smelled like this. It would drive him nuts. We needed to get out of David's so we could go camping with some of the other guys.
We have to find time to hang out with the guys so no one will figure out what is going on. Sometimes it makes for a tight schedule. There are times when we would be joining up with them and it had only been a couple of minutes ago that I had a mouth full of cum. I enjoyed taking a bath with Paul. We usually washed one another. Sometimes we would shoot off while cleaning one another's thing.
We are at the side of the road. We are a few minutes late, but it doesn't matter. David is never on time anyway. When the car stopped, we hopped in the back. David told us he got a puppy. “It's a Labrador Retriever. It's only a year old. Wait till you see him, he's beautiful. You will love him.” Paul and I both liked dogs and we were looking forward to seeing him. David said he named it Sam. When we arrived at the apartment, I was surprised that David took us straight into the kitchen to see Sam. I was figuring he would be pretty horny by now and be in need of a quickie before we did anything else. It is so nice when I am wrong like that.
Sam was a really cute dog. It was hard for me to call him a puppy. He was already a fairly big dog. Paul and I started petting Sam. Sam took to us right off the bat. He whined in delight and licked us in our faces. We hadn't been petting Sam very long when David said that Sam wanted to learn how to do it. David wanted me to show him how. I had an idea of what he meant, but I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted me to do. One thing I did know. Whatever it was I didn't want to do it. Especially with a dog.
David got Sam to lay on his side. He told me to pet Sam down there. Oh fuck. He wants me to play with the dog's dick. I can't do this. Besides, I am not stupid. David is going to want me to do more than that. I don't want to do it at all, but I especially don't want to do it in front of Paul.
David grew impatient and grabbed my hand rubbing it around Sam's thing. It didn't take long for it to come rolling out of it's casing. It was red and skinny. David put my hand on it and told me to do it. I started rubbing it for Sam. I rubbed it for a minute or two when David told me to put it in my mouth. I told him I can't suck a dog's dick. It's gross. David just said, “Fine, don't suck his dick. You don't have to.”
“Let's get in the car and go for a ride. Mr. Donkey is probably lonely right about now.” I couldn't get the dog's dick in my mouth quick enough. I was devastated. Here I am on the floor sucking a dog and my best friend is watching me do it. It would be so much better if I was dead. I have swallowed the puke back down twice already. Paul isn't laughing. He knows he is going to have to suck Sam too.
David told me to pretend I was sucking Paul. He wanted me to pull out all the stops. Go for it is what he said. I am sick. I feel like I ain't shit. I am a perverted fucked up bastard. Maybe if I didn't look so cute and sweet, David would leave me alone. I had to be doing something wrong for David to want me to do all of this shit. It is all my fault. As gross as Sam's dick was in my mind, it didn't feel all that bad in my mouth.
It was a lot less gross than the donkey. When Sam shot off, there wasn't a whole lot of it, but I held it in my mouth for a long time trying to decide what to do with it. I finally decided it didn't taste all that bad. It wasn't good, just not that bad. I decided to go ahead and swallow it. David decided different. He said not to swallow it. He wanted me to push some of it out of my mouth a little at a time and let him watch it run down my chin while Paul sucked his meat. I did as I was told.
David was going ape shit. He loved every minute of it. David finished getting his rocks off in Paul's mouth. I swallowed the rest of Sam's cum and David told me to strip. When I was naked, David told me to get down on the floor on my hands and knees. After I was on all fours, David said, “Fetch Sam, fetch.” Then David patted me on the back of my ass. Sam came over to me sniffing at the back of my ass. He sniffed and licked for a while and suddenly climbed up on my back.
Sam wrapped his front legs around my back and humped me in my ass. Not just in my crack, but he actually got his thing in my hole. Shit, everybody wants to fuck me. Now a dog does it too. David was ecstatic. He said his friend Tom wasn't lying. He really did train Sam to have sex with young boys. Paul had his turn when I got through. I am so fucked up. Even dogs want me.
We usually had to give Sam a little attention most days we came down. It all depended on what was going on and how much time was available. Of course David had Tom come down a few times to watch Sam work. Naturally, we had to give Tom a little attention whenever he was at David's. I didn't understand Tom. Most guys went ape shit over Paul.
Don't get me wrong, they liked doing me, but they preferred Paul hands down. Tom was eat up with me. He had a Kenny fetish. That is the best way I can think of to describe it. Tom would suck my dick all day if David would let him. Tom would do Paul some too, but he spent most of his time with me. I don't know if David and Tom ever did one another. If they did, I never saw them do it.
Maybe Tom only liked little boys. David would do anybody. He even did it with an old man one time. Shit, the guy had to be close to seventy. Of course the guy had to do David too. It was the fee for getting to do Paul and I. I hate doing dicks, but real old guys are really gross. Well, at least the one I did it with. He smelled heavily of soured piss. I threw up several times while he was in my mouth. Paul did too.
To be continued……………………………….........................