Everybody says I am a curious boy. And you know what they say to me, curiosity killed the cat. In this case, curiosity killed the boy-pussy. I'm older now, but I was only nine when my brother, Chad, forced his big, fat, teenage prick up my tiny, virgin, boy-cunt for the first time. I can't tell you how it felt, the pain, the feeling that my asshole was being stretched to the point of ripping.
The feeling of his huge hunk of fuckmeat forcing its way deep into my cock canal and past whatever barriers God and nature had set up until it lodged its fat, plumb-sized head up in my intestines. I was such a tiny thing back then that I really did think that his cock would come up and out my mouth. At least, I was sure it would batter against my heart and kill me, and Chad seemed to take no notice of my cries, of my grunts, of the blood coming from my hole. He needed to fuck. And to this day, when Chad needs to fuck, Chad needs to fuck.
He'd been thinking about it for some time. I realize that now. Every time Mom was out of the house, working or with one of her "drinking buddies," Chad would walk around the house bare-assed. He had plenty of girlfriends. Shit, he's so handsome, every girl – and some of the boys – in school had wet dreams about him. He bragged about how he'd gotten four girls pregnant.
If he wanted a cunt, he just took her. He even took the girlfriends right away from his buddies. He'd fuck them a few times and then give them back, and nobody dared to do anything about it. You didn't mess with Chad. He had that dangerous "don't fuck with me" look in his eyes, the look of a guy who is slightly insane, but still damned attractive.
Maybe it was his insanity that made him so attractive. Well, what chance did I stand against him? He was eighteen, and I was nine years old. My ma was really surprised when she found herself pregnant with me. I don't know who my father is. Chad said since I was only his half-brother, it was ok for him to fuck my brains out. He needed a little faggot boy-cunt around the house once in a while, and I was perfect for the job.
I have to admit, I was hypnotized by his cock. I loved to watch how it swung when he walked. I almost loved it more when it was soft than hard. Hard, it scared me because I knew what was coming. It was strangely beautiful. I'd be sitting playing or watching TV, and he'd come out of the shower, towel around his neck, but otherwise bare-assed, and he'd walk right up to me, dick swinging and start to talk to me about some stupid subject.
But, all the time he is checking to see if I am eyeing his cock. Cock hungry he calls it. He claims little boy cunts start to get cock hungry when they are five or six years old in most cases. It's cause they haven't got one, he says. Anyway, he would stand in front of me with his prick just at my face level, talking away.
Sometimes he would reach down and give his big, plump nuts a scratch so they would swing too. His balls were the size of hard-boiled eggs. At nine, I wasn't even certain what sex involved, but I knew it was about cocks, and I knew the funny feeling I had in my stomach when I looked at my big brothers fuckmeat. Maybe, I was cock hungry. I don't even know anymore. Sometimes he's sit down right across from me in a chair and spread his strong, muscular, teenage legs wide apart, so his dick was even more obscene.
Then one day, while sitting there across from me, he suddenly asked me, "You like that, don't you, you little faggot. You like my big, fat fucker?"
What could I say? I said nothing, but I felt all sweaty and a little scared.
"Shit, it's okay to admit you're in love with my cock. Lots of boys are. I just fucked Andy Thornton last week, and he's only in seventh grade. You probably know him. Christ. He couldn't get enough of my dick. I practically had to pull him off of it, fucking little fag. (The story I heard later was that Andy had been raped by Chad and four of his friends.)
I couldn't take my eyes off his fat hunk of cuntbuster. And, while I looked at it, it started to twitch and move, all by itself. Chad chuckled. His cock got thicker and longer. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never witnessed a hardon before.
"What do you think of that, you cock hungry fag? You like it when I throw a bone for you, huh? Throwing a bone for my baby brother, yeah!"
I could not believe the size of it. My breathing got heavier and more ragged. I chewed my lower lip, and Chad laughed out loud.
"Oh yeah, you want a taste of it, don't you. You know, for dudes, the best taste in the world is a good grilled steak or a burger, but for queer boys, the best taste in the world is cock."
It kept growing. Chad rubbed his belly and then the hard tits on his muscular chest. He looked at me with this insane look in his eyes. But nothing happened that day. Mom for some reason came home early, and Chad ran to his room, his cock slapping his belly.
"Don't you say anything to Ma, you fucking cock whore!"
Of course, I didn't. After that, he let me see him naked and hard whenever he could, but he didn't talk to me about it or do anything. Until one day when I walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and he was sitting bare-assed on the toilet. I was wearing only my sleep shorts. He looked up and smiled his killer smile.
"Hello, beautiful! How are you this morning?"
He spread his legs wider so I could see his flaccid dick. I turned to go.
"Hey, don't go, keep me company while I shit and piss."
"That's dirty," I said, not liking the smell as he let out a fart.
"Oh, quit the bullshit. Fags love it when guys fart. The smell turns them on."
It was then that I made the biggest mistake of my life. At nine years of age, I set myself on a course from which there would be no retreat and no escape. I took three steps closer to the toilet and my brother. He reached out a hand and grabbed me. He smelled of booze.
"It's nine in the morning, why do you smell like booze?" I asked.
I knew the smell from Mom.
"Because your big bro has been out partying all night. And fuck, am I horny. Hey, wanna see something funny? Stand right there."
He got a goofy smile on his face. I liked him a lot when he was nice and teased me, and got that funny look. I watched as he took his thick hose of a cock and lifted it from the toilet rim and he pointed it at his own hard muscled stomach and started to piss right on himself.
"Ahhhhh, that's gross," I squealed, giggling and laughing.
He laughed, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. At times like this, I loved my brother. He continued to piss onto himself.
"Last week, I pissed all over this freshman boy. I pissed all over his dickie and in his mouth. Hey, Conner, you want me to piss on you?"
He aimed his dick at me, and I jumped away, the stream of urine just missing me. But his hand caught me, and he dragged me into him for a big hug.
"I love you, Conner," he growled.
"You are getting me short all pissy."
"Then take them fucking off."
Before I could protest, he had stripped me of my sleep shorts, and I stood there naked.
"Holy fuck, do you have a gorgeous clitty," he said, and I could see his cock getting hard.
"Please, Chad, I'm shy."
"Nothing to be shy about with a first class clitty like that. Just let me look at you. Stand still. Put your hands at your side. Let me see your little tits and your clitty."
It wasn't but a few seconds before Chad was fingering my asshole. It tickled as he rubbed my dickie and hole.
"Do you play with yourself yet? I'll bet you do. All fags do. They stroke themselves and think about big, fat cocks. Am I right?"
"I don't know what you mean," I said.
My eyes closed from the intense sensation Chad's fingers were causing. My body trembled from the sensations that I didn’t understand.
"Here I'll show you. When a fag wants to feel good, he plays with his boy-cunt like this, doesn't that feel awesome? You try it with your own fingers. Rub your fingers up and down your dick ditch."
I opened my eyes to stare at Chad's huge hardon while I fingered my asshole for the first time in my life.
"That a bitch! Feels great, doesn't it? Here, give me your other hand, put it around my cuntbuster. Oh, yeah, you fucking cock whore. You love that don't you? I can tell. You’re going to be one dirty, little, fucking cumdump! You’re going to want a cock in you all the time. You fucking piece of whore trash. My nine-year-old brother is a fucking cock hound."
We played that way for a bit, and then he sat back on the toilet and pumped his own big dick.
"Okay, spread your butt cheeks for me and show me your rosebud."
"Put your fingers down there and spread your butt cheeks open as far as you can."
I tried but without much success.
"Here, you dumb cunt," he said, standing up from the toilet, his huge, thick dick bouncing against his stomach and chest. He picked me up sat me up on the bathroom counter.
"Now, spread your legs, this is how you are always supposed to sit for guys. That's bullshit what they teach you about sitting properly with your legs together. When you are with a man, you always sit with your legs spread as far apart as you can. Now, lie down, grab your legs and pull them back. Now, put your hands down to ass. Now, put your hands on each butt cheek and pull your cunt wide open."
I was scared and confused but turned on I guess too. I don't know. I was only nine. I laid there on the counter with my legs up and bent, wide open, tugging at my butt cheeks for my eighteen-year-old brother.
"Holy fucking Christ, you are a fucked up piece of shit. What a fucking whore you are!"
He yelled at me like he was at a football game or something. He reached out and pulled on my nipples for a minute, and I felt a strange jolt go through me. He grabbed the bar of soap on the sink.
"Here, cock whore, try to shove this bar of soap into your cunt."
"But, it will hurt. It won’t fit."
"That's the idea, to open it up. To stretch it. To get it ready. The soap is smooth and wet, so it will only hurt a little at first. Do this for me, Conner. Do this if you love me. We both know Ma is a stupid bitch, and if anyone has to take care of you. It's me. I’ve been good to you. Now, you do this for me."
He frigged his swollen leaking cock while I tried to push the bar of soap into my virgin asshole. It hurt like hell, but, at last, half the bar was lodged in my nine-year-old boy-cunt. I was crying a little, but Chad was ecstatic.
"Holy motherfucking Christ, that is beautiful. You are one fucking fairy, Conner. You got a fucking bar of soap in your nine-year-old twat. You are just fucking asking for it, aren't you?" He reached up and took my face between his two large hands, and he kissed me on the mouth. It was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to me. I can still feel the taste of his lips.
Then he started to lick my face with his broad tongue. He licked all over my face, putting one hand down to my asshole and pushing at the soap to make it go deeper inside. Then he started to spit on my face. I tried to turn away, but he grabbed my hair roughly.
He spit all over my face. Huge gobs of thick, white, foamy spit that ran down my face and dripped from my chin. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He forced my mouth open and then snorted back the snot from his nose and spit it into my mouth. I wondered if this was what guys did with girls on their dates.
Later on, weeks later, he would play with game with me where he would spit all over his own cock and then have me lick his spit off his swollen cock. He would also sit on my face, his asshole right on my face, while he farted. At the time, I didn't even know this was perverted stuff.
I thought this was all part of normal sex. Chad would bring over his buddies to fuck me, and he would make me lick and suck their farting asses as well. For some reason, he thought this was really hysterically funny. By then, I was drinking his piss, so I had little chance to complain.
But, on this day in the bathroom, I got fucked. I got fucked for the first time in my life. I got ripped open and stuck like a pig. He carried me around the house on his big dick. He called a girl up and talked to her on the phone while I was impaled on his cock. I was only half-conscious most of the time.
From that point on, my life was pretty much just fucking. When Chad wasn't fucking me, which was about twice day, one of his friends was. One time I counted that I was fucked by twenty-four of Chad's friends in a week. His friends, right. Later I learned these were guys he didn't even know and was charging twenty bucks a fuck.
The games go dirtier and dirtier. So dirty and perverted, I can't even talk about it to this day. There was no bottom to Chad's depraved lust. He started to bring stray dogs home to fuck me. All of this before my tenth birthday. He and his buddies started to make me lick their dirty asses when they took a shit, but that is a whole area, I don't want to talk about.
He made me walk around the house naked all day with candles and kitchen utensils up my asshole. I would have to suck on his cock for hours while he talked on the phone or watched TV. He'd force me to go to the mall in only a long t-shirt with no underwear and then lift my t-shirt to show high school boys my naked dick, while he busted a gut laughing. Often, he then offered the guys a free blowjob or fuck from me. I was nine-years-old, but I had the well-worn fuckhole of a whore.
My ma ran out on us, and Chad took care of me. Took care all right, Chad and his buddies thought it was hysterically funny to keep me filled with cock all the time. They had wild beer parties and masturbated while I screamed in pain from being constantly fucked. By the time I was sixteen, I had been fucked over fifty thousand times and, from there on, my life only got worse.