Jesse — A Nightmare of Gay Teen Incest & Abuse Part 2

Disclaimer

Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected])

Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered “Fiction” although it has its basis in “Fact”. This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events happened more than a quarter century ago. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason I’m telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the more sexy for you, and maybe make your orgasms better/stronger/faster. Thank you, and enjoy.

I asked Jesse for his permission to write this story. He granted it, without a problem, and, while some of the scenes are “fleshed out” with fantasy, the basis of this tale lies in the realm of truth. This is a “sexy” story for many of us, who are turned on by “on the edge” topics like incest and gay rape, but we must realize the psychological and physical damage that was done to Jesse, and pledge to ourselves and our children that such abuse will NEVER happen in our own homes. If we can do that, then we can enjoy stories like this, while at the same time raising awareness of these sorts of situations where sexual abuse by siblings occurs frequently, and in the most severe ways imaginable.



Part 2

That first night home, Jesse fell asleep worried about what Roy might do to him, and he was right in his caution. He kept his underwear on, even though in the late august heat, he was just sweating like some sort of animal, even with the fan blowing right on him. Finally, he did fall asleep on his belly, facing Roy, but he slept heavily — the sleep most 8-yr-olds usually sleep.

He awoke to his underwear being stuffed into his mouth. “Oh no, please, not again,” he thought, but yes, it was happening. Roy was sitting, straddling the small of his back. Jesse could hardly breathe, between the underwear half down his throat, and Roy on his back. Roy probably weighed more that twice what Jesse weighed, and was a middle-school wrestler. There was no hope of escape from this position. Roy had his fingers in Jesse’s ass, first two, then three, then four. At four, Jesse began to scream through the cotton briefs. Roy grabbed him by his shoulder-length copper-colored hair, and yanked his head back, curtailing the scream. Roy had been using some kind of slippery stuff in his ass, to get his fingers in there, but he didn’t trim his nails, and he scratched the kid’s anus already causing bleeding before he even started fucking him.

Roy placed his bigger, heavier, stronger legs outside of Jesse’s and Jesse could now feel the head of Roy’s cock pushing at his anus. “Oh please God, no.” he thought. But God doesn’t help little boys with Bullys for brothers who like to fuck their little brothers up the ass, now do they?

Roy’s body basically covered his, his left hand pulling back Jesse’s head by his hair, Roy talked into Jesse’s ear this time, spitting a constant stream of “You like this, don’t you, you little faggot? You love getting your ass fucked by a real man. You couldn’t wait to get back home to get your ass filled with my big cock, could you?”

Jesse only cried through it all, wondering what he ever did to Roy that was so terrible, that he should do this to him.