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“No way!” Tam gawked at me, his eyes wide.

“Yes, it’s true,” I said, looking down at my model rail car, fixing it in place on the track. “The whole affair was pretty disgusting, but I still had fun. I’m not quite sure how to describe my feelings about it.”

“I can’t believe you're being so nonchalant about having sex with your brother and your dad. You know incest isn’t a normal thing, right?”

“Yes, I know. But, of course, I know you’re not going to tell anyone. Just like I know you’re not going to tell anyone about that boy you were staring at in the locker room.”

Tam flashed a fearful look at me. “How do you know about that?” he whispered.

Snapping my 1864 edition rail car into place right behind it’s brother, I answered without looking up, “You’re so obvious when you look at someone with lust in your eyes, Tam. Then again, I wasn’t quite able to notice such things before my…” I did look up for a moment then “…we’ll call it a ‘sexual awakening.’”

Tam stood and stared at me. I could feel his eyes drag up and down my body, press into my diligent fingers, shroud my puffed, focused face. He wanted me. After all, as cute as I was, who didn’t want me? People held up a thin veneer of hate for my cutting witticisms, condescending attitude, and my overall air of mental superiority that I lorded over everyone as a child, but that didn’t keep them from looking at my immaculate body, chiseled from the finest flesh stone the gods could find. I prized it almost as much as my brilliant mind, even more so after my father and brother saw fit to ravage it with their lustful urges.

That night at the hotel wasn’t the last time I would do things with my dad and Georgie. There were times when Dad would have me during the rare opportunities when my mother was out; hiding these sessions from Missy were easy enough. Sometimes Georgie would join, or it would be just Georgie. The sex with my father, however, was the best. When he touched me, all of my insides melted and I became as docile as a kitten, purring to the sensuous feel of the man’s thick fingers on my soft, pining flesh. I loved feeling him inside me. By the time I reached the tender age of 10, my reproductive organs had almost developed enough to give substance to my ejaculations. My cum started whitening, though it was still mostly clear and came out in small spurts. Still, I climaxed more frequently than a natural boy, something that pleased my father as much as it pleased me.

These vague recollections tickled the back of my mind as I arranged my model trains in front of Tam, who continued to stare at me awkwardly… with lust. I didn’t particularly care for Tam sexually, but after being ravaged so often by my dad and brother, the thought of having sex with him actually didn’t bother me much. In fact, Tam’s possible homosexuality intrigued me. Part of me wanted to see if he could satisfy me. I held back a smirk as Tam walked closer toward me, watching me set my locomotives in motion. I looked up at him and flashed a smile as I flipped the switch, putting the train in motion.

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FLAP! FLAP! FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!

The flaps of my father’s pudgy waist against my exposed buttocks bounced off the walls of the garage. My fingers dug into the model locomotive sitting across the table over which I was bent. The table edge dug into my waist with every thrust of my dad’s cock into my yielding anus. I moaned softly, my eyelids fluttering up and down. Moans edged out of my slack mouth, marching to the cadence of my dad’s pounds.

“Mmmmhhh… aah- ah- ah- ah- ah…”

“Mmmm, I love when you make those sounds, boy,” Dad growled. He punched his cock harder into my prostate and my pitch rose another octave. My wrists reddened against the rope binding them together, tethering my hands to the opposite end of the table so that my arms were outstretched. It was something Dad wanted to try. Normally, I wasn’t open to something so adventurous, but I got too aroused when he grabbed my wrists to stop him. The way he took control of me puckered my anus, made me want him. A vague thought that my mother must have felt the same way flashed the back of my mind, almost making me shudder. I was glad she was still working at the church late.

My tongue fell out of my mouth as I approached climax, pasting saliva over my bottom lip and chin. Dad shoved a thick finger into my mouth while he held my head up by the hair with the other. We came at almost the same time. Upon ejaculating, he SLAPPED! into me so hard it moved the table a couple of inches. My belt buckle clinked as I folded my shod feet, my crumpled pants clinging to my ankles while that familiar warmth filled my rectum. I moaned, dazed, as my own milky clear semen pulsed out, my throbbing member draping it over the side of the train table.

Satisfaction rippling my body, I flopped my head into the V of my arms. Dad pulled out and I could feel a strand of semen connecting his slackening glans to my anus. My acute senses made the sex with my father all the more enjoyable. I could smell his pheromones and even hear the tightening of his pants when his cock hardened. The slaps of his waist against my ass cheeks rang into my ears, compounding my pleasure. I lay bent over the table, letting my body hang off the rope tied to the other end. My collared shirt crumpled up, the cloth piling on my chest, exposing most of my back. The luscious back my father loved rubbing.

Panting, I looked up and saw Dad untie me. The rope loosened and my feet fell to the floor with flat k-clacks. After pulling my pants up, I looked at my father and smiled, pursing my lips slightly.

“That was very enjoyable, Dad, thank you! I was reluctant to have my hands tied to the table in the event of rope burn, but the restriction of my limbs definitely strengthened my sexual stimulation.”

He smiled back. “Well… I’m glad you liked it, son. Maybe next time we could try-”

“I have to use the bathroom now.”

Clenching my butt cheeks, I power walked to the garage door, then paused and turned.

“Also, I was wondering if I could sleep over at Tam’s house this weekend.”

George Sr. threw me a puzzled look. “You wanna sleep over at someone else’s house?”

I nodded and clenched my fists. “Please respond quickly, your fluids are starting to leak out of my bottom.”

“Ah- well- I guess I don’t see a problem with it. Yeah, sure.”

“Excellent!” With that, I ran to the bathroom, hoping none of Dad’s “fluids” stained the seat of my pants. Luckily, they were blue.

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As I sat in the truck passenger seat, looking out at the passing houses, I wondered how Tam would take my sleeping at his house. He seemed reluctant to accept over the phone, his accented voice trembling and halting as he processed the time I told him I would arrive.

“T-that’s perfect… timing,” he said. “We’ll be… um… having Pho for dinner.”

“Pho?” I said. “What’s that?”

“Noodles. One of the few things my mom makes that I actually like.”

“Like spaghetti? I like spaghetti, especially with hot dog chunks in them.”

“Sort of… it’s like a soup with noodles and beef. It’s really good.”

“It sounds good. I’ll enjoy having them with you. Then we can fornicate in secret in your bedroom afterw-”

“Shhhh! My mom might be listening, you dolt!”

“Oh… sorry. We can talk about that later.”

Now, in my father’s truck, his hand fell on my thigh, rubbing skin through my tight khaki shorts. I kept looking out the window, clicking my brown Sperry penny loafers together in a rush of affection. My face blushed softly, my penis stiffening to the feel of Dad’s touch.

“You gonna be ok, bud?” said Dad.

“Yeah,” I said, taking his hand in mine. “I’ll be ok.” I looked up at him and smiled my typical soft, pursed smile. He smiled back and looked out the windshield, keeping one hand on my thigh and the other on the wheel. The thigh hand inched closer to my crotch with each rub. I breathed deeper as I felt Dad’s hand cover my clothed genitals, palming my stiff cocklet through the tight shorts. I bit my lower lip and fluttered my eyes, letting the soft pleasure pulse through me as we approached Tam’s driveway. He parked and I fixed my stiffy so it could be concealed behind my shorts. My dad gripped the back of my neck with affection for a moment before I got out. “Just think about that while sleeping with Tam tonight,” he said, flashing a wink at me.

“Alright,” I said, blushing.

I puffed a hot breath out as I hopped out of the truck, grabbing my travel bag. Dad walked me to the door and rang the bell. Tam’s mother answered and shared an awkward exchange with my father before allowing me inside.

The Vietnamese culture that hung in Tam’s house tore me in different directions. For example, it was customary to have gruesome religious iconography, such as Jesus’ bloody body on the cross, on display near the entrance. The horrifying statue glared at me as I walked in, making my eyes pop. I did not like that. However, it was also customary to remove one’s shoes in the house for sanitary reasons. I did like that.

When cooking, Vietnamese families use this very pungent condiment called fish sauce. The odor penetrated my nostrils as I watched Tam’s mother drench the meat she cooked with the stuff. I did not like that. Also in Vietnamese households, it is common for every family member to wash their hands and face before every meal. I did like that. Forks, unfortunately, were not common in a Vietnamese household. My face crunched into a frustrated frown as I struggled to use the chopsticks to fish the meat out of my bowl of pho noodles. The splashes of broth piddled on my shirt and face. I did not like that.

After dinner, we retired to Tam’s room where he showed me how to play a riveting game called the Mystic Warlords of Ka’a. We played a few rounds until Tam’s mother told us she was taking Tam’s sisters to the park for a bit. This was our chance! He went to the door and waited to be sure they were gone before returning to the room and shutting the door.

I sat cross-legged on Tam’s bed while I watched him undress. I was content to let Tam initiate the interaction. He wanted me there, after all. Staring at me with hungry eyes, he peeled his shirt off and let his skinny, teen torso hang in the air while he dropped his pants. I watched his miniscule package bulge out from his underwear, unimpressed by his hardening penis, which looked as though it wasn’t much bigger than mine.

Holding back a disappointed sigh, I stood up and undressed as well, my father’s fat cock drifting in my mind. Once in my underwear, I walked up to him and we stared at each other’s half naked bodies for a moment with rubescent faces. Tam shook awkwardly looking down at my soft young body. Hesitation and confusion painted his face as he looked sideways a few times.

“Umm, so what do we do now?” he said.

“… Well it’s simple, Tam, you just start touching and kissing me and we have relations from there.”

“O-ok, but, where?”

Sighing, I turned and sat on the bed. I motioned for him to come closer, then pointed to the side of my neck. “Kiss me here.”

“Ok…” Tam bent down and pecked a kiss on my neck.

I rolled my eyes. “Go ahead… keep going.”

“Oh, ok.”

“And put your arms around me as well.”

Teaching Tam how to satisfy me proved to be a painful experience. For the first ten minutes, I labored out calm instructions on where to place his hands while he kissed me. “No, put your tongue in deeper,” I murmured through his fishy lips. He followed what I told him well enough, but getting him to loosen up was like pulling teeth. Once he got my underwear off and started sucking my barely stiff cock, however, things picked up. His lips flapped over my cocklet, covering the twitching flesh with warm saliva. I breathed deep and moaned, combing my fingers through Tam’s nappy mat of black hair. My own gelled hair loosened as I dug the back of my head into the pillow.

I let Tam suck me until I reached a plateau then I pulled him off. “Ok, now I’ll suck yours.”

His blushed face darkened more. “O-ok.”

“Stay on your knees. I’ll come to you.”

Knowing it was more pleasurable to suck him from a position that displayed my rear, I got up and bent low over his penis, my knees digging into the soft bed cover. Grabbing his taut flesh rod, I licked the glans a few times and then dipped my head down, wrapping my full lips over his circumcised meat stick. The scar tissue just under the glans bunched up and expanded as I rubbed with four-incher while sucking, making sure to stick my ass into the air so Tam could see while I sucked him off. Georgie loved this position the most, so I assumed Tam would as well. Of course, while Georgie would use this position to finger me while I gave him oral pleasure, Tam just seemed more confused. I looked up at him with the shiniest eyes I could muster and held back another disappointed sigh as I watched him shift his eyes awkwardly between my ass and my mouth. His breaths came out in short, choppy bursts.

Cupping his balls as I dipped my head down deeper, I grabbed his hand pulled around to my protruding backside, practically inserting his finger into my anus. Fortunately, he took the hint and rimmed the crumpled flesh. He shoved a finger inside a little too hard, making me wince from the sting. I thanked my lucky stars that my father and brother had trained my asshole well for moments like this. I sucked on his 4-incher, the glans barely reaching the back of my throat, until his moans increased in pitch, then pumped the breaks. Pulling my head off Tam’s cock slowly, I lifted my head up so he could see and held my mouth open, letting the precum hang off my tongue, feeding the strand of saliva linking my tongue to his weeping glans. He looked like he was going to choke with intense pleasure.

After swallowing, I sat up and let my fingers fall on his tight chest. He took the hint from my lifted head this time and kissed me again. We fell to the bed, the soft, puffy cover shifting under our weight. I wrapped my legs around his abdomen and rubbed my hole against his shaft. Tam pulled his face off mine for a moment, his lanky frame shaking. “A-are you ready? Y-you want me to… put it in now?”

I willed myself not to roll my eyes. “Yes, Tam. Go ahead.”

“Ok… I’m going.” Holding one of my legs up with one hand, he guided his rod to my anus, looking down as if he were trying not to step on my toe during an awkward dance. A couple of his attempts to poke inside were misses that baffled me considering how much my hole was twitching open and closed, and how small his penis was even when hard. His glans laid on my entryway for a moment.

“Alright… I’m going in… I-I’m goin-”

“Just put it in, already, Tam!”

“Ok, ok! d-don’t rush me!”

I waited a few more seconds before reaching under my leg, snatching Tam’s cock and pulling it into me. He gasped once it was inside. I didn’t need to pull him all the way in, but he paused again once his crotch tapped my butt cheeks softly. The lull almost killed my erection.

I nodded toward him. “Ok… now back out and slide back in.”

“What?”

Groaning, I grabbed his waist with both hands and pushed him off, then pulled him back in. As an afterthought, I impressed myself with how flexible I was at that moment, especially considering I could barely do one sit-up.

“Like that,” I said, my voice laced with irritation.

“Oh, ok,” Tam whispered.

My lanky friend continued humping me in short, choppy movements, his miniscule cock sliding in and out of me with ease. I became bored quickly, even after he quickened his pace. His rod barely reached my prostate, which made me twitch some. I started pushing my ass into his waist just to make it more enjoyable. Tam, of course, was so struck by the pleasure of his own stimulation that he failed to notice how dissatisfied I was. I was honestly shocked he didn’t ejaculate prematurely.

“Alright, lay down,” I said, suddenly. “I’m going to sit on your waist.”

“O-oh my god, really? I thought you were going to stay on the bottom the whole time…”

“Well, you’re acting more like a bottom than me.”

Tam, shook his head for a second and wore a mask of confusion while I pushed him onto the bed, which speaks volumes about how frustrated I was in the moment. Upper body strength materialized in me out of nowhere as I nudged Tam onto his back, or he could have just been that limp. It’s hard for me to say.

Anyway, once he was on his back, I squatted down on his cock and slipped it back inside me. I closed my eyes for a moment to remember how Georgie taught me to sit on a cock, which was surprisingly difficult without his hands pushing my waist up and down. From that seated position, I simply kicked my folded legs on the bed slightly and hiked my rear up and down Tam’s pulsing rod. Having it slide in and out of me that way felt a thousand times better than trying to teach Tam how to plow me. He seemed to enjoy it much better as well, if his louder moans and closed eyes were any indication.

I began to moan myself as I sat up and down on the teen’s miniscule cock, forcing it to satisfy me. Biting my lip, I took Tam’s hands and laid them on my thighs, letting his hands grip my thick, boy flesh. I laid my own hands on Tam’s abdomen, partially to steady myself and also to play my fingers along the slight folds of his lean muscles. Something kicked into him and he started humping upwards into me, heading off my waist movements. My mouth fell open, my eyelids drooping. Pleasure soared through me as the cock finally hit my prostate.

“Oh, fuck!” Tam plunged his cock into me harder, making me moan and mewl louder.

“Yes. Yes, Tam. That’s how you do… Ohhh, cheese and crackers, that feels great!”

My face contorted with pleasure, my jaw slack, I grabbed my jumping penis, precum oscillating out of the tip, and rubbed furiously up and down. I approached climax at roughly the same time as Tam. I saw his eyes pop open, his lips draw apart, and I knew he was about to blow. That sight brought me over the edge.

“Mmmmmhhh! Ahhhh!!”

“Ahhhnnnnnngggg!!!”

We both screamed. Jet streams of cum flew out of my cock and hit Tam’s face and chest while his semen pumped into my stomach, pulsing out strands that covered my rectal wall and reached into my intestines. As we both finished, I sat on his hips and stared at him for a moment, panting, my body slack from the exertion. He stared back at me, his thin chest rising and falling. I could feel the color rush back into my cheeks as I saw Tam lick his lips.

“Wow,” he said. “That was… amazing.”

Flicking my eyes up and thinking of sex with my dad, I looked back down at Tam and said, “It could have been better. But that’s ok. You’re still new at this. I’m sure you’ll get better when practicing with others.” I slid his cock out of my bottom and then slunk off the bed.

Tam blinked. “Who would I practice with other than you?”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” I said, gathering my pajamas and heading to the bathroom. Although Tam’s cum wasn’t exactly strong enough to bulge out of my insides, my bowels decided to squirm right around the time I hopped off Tam’s cock, which made me power walk to the bathroom. Luckily, no one else was home yet.

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Later that night as I lay in Tam’s bed thinking of our sexual experience, something occurred to me.

“Tam, you know what your penis tasted like?”

“What?”

“Pho noodles.”

Tam sat up from his futon on the floor. “H-how?”

“I’m not sure, but your unique combination of musk and sweat, which I had a hard time brushing out of my mouth by the way, created a curious concoction on my taste buds that reminded me of the Pho your mom cooked for dinner.”

Tam looked down. “That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“You’re right, it is odd, but… it stimulated me in an interesting way.”

“O-ok… so do you wanna play more Mystic Warlords of Ka’a tomo-”

The bedroom door burst open and Tam’s mother shoved her head into the room. “No more talking! You sleep now!” She flicked the lights off and slammed the door closed.

“Good night,” said Tam, sighing.

“Night,” I responded softly. I rolled over in the bed and thought of semen-laced Pho soup as I drifted to sleep.