the day my life ended

Today was the day my life ended



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Today was the day I felt my life had ended. Mother had just popped into my room while I was masturbating. It shocked the hell out of her. To top it all off, my ten year old nosy little brother decided he too wanted to see why mother screamed at the top of her lungs.

"What's going on" He asked.

"Get out" I yelled pulling the covers over my exposed body.

I was very embarrassed (to say the least) and my face began to turn red. Next thing I knew, I heard a smack and my face was now facing the opposite direction.

"What the hell do you think you were doing!" She screamed.

"I was just. I was....." Another one of mother's smacks graced my face.

Tears began to fall down my face. I didn't know what to tell her. What could I say? I just knew that this was going to be… one…hell… of… a… day.

"You are fifteen years old! What the hell is going through your mind?"

"What's that sound and why are you wearing a bra?" Jody questioned.

Oh my god my vibrator was still in me, vibrating. I couldn't believe I forgot to take it out or turn it off at that. Why did I leave this bra on?

"Turn that thing off! And Jody get out now!" My mother yelled.

"But mom I was just...."

"OUT NOW!" Mother's eyes closed and stayed that way for a moment or two.

"Mother this is not what it looks like."

"Not what it looks like. NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IT! What the fuck do you mean it's not what it looks like? It looks like you just pulled out a large vibrator out of your ass. What the hell is wrong with you Danny? Tell me. Tell me where you got it from. Where did my fifteen year old son get a vibrator? Huh, tell me. Where the hell did you get it? God. How did I manage to raise such......such...... you know what I can't deal with this right now. I need to call your father home before he leaves on his business trip."

I was speechless yet again. I didn't want to piss her off anymore than she already was and tell her it belong to Sara. Mother had never used that type of language with Jody, my older sister Sara, or my self. The door slammed as mother left. The door opened once more. It was mother. I bet she wanted to grace my cheek one last time with a smack.

"Give it here" Mother yelled.

I looked at her dumbfounded.

"Give me the damn vibrator now!" Mother's tone was harsh.

I handed my pleasure toy over to her. Grimacing as I saw a hint of my blood on it.

"I better not ever catch you with one of these things again. What the hell are you doing wearing a bra?! Take that damn thing off now and hand it over."

"Do you want the thong too?" I asked. Then I mentally slapped myself for that one.

"Thong! THONG. You're wearing a fucking thong. Where the hell did you get this shit? To hell with this. Where is my damn phone?"

Once again mother slammed my bedroom door shut. I hoped this time she wouldn't return. Now I wish I would have kept my mouth closed about the thong. Damn she's calling dad. How will I explain this to him?

Yes I am 15 and a boy. My mother always talked to me about marrying a nice respectable girl, but now she knows that may never happen.


* Blast of the past *


It was morning around 8 o' clock. I woke up a little stiff if you get my hint. My penis was throbbing wildly. I must have had some dream, too bad I can't remember it. I reached down in my pajama pants slowly stroking my cock. Low moans escaped my lips. But another part of my body was aching for attention. I got out of bed and walked down the hall. To a room that filled my mind with all sorts of things. I could dress up and dress sexy. I loved dressing sexy.

Saturday mornings always meant this room would be empty, so I entered without fear. I headed straight for the closet pulling out a small plain rectangular box. With in this box contained just the thing I need to scratch my itch down below. But before I left there was this one thing I had to do. Walking over to the dresser by the window, I pulled off my t-shirt and threw it on the floor. I dropped my pants and kicked them to the side.

I opened the first drawer and there laid the objects my desire, bras. All sized 38c. A black laced bra caught my attention. It was just what I needed to fulfill my fantasy. I placed the bra over my bare chest, too bad I couldn't fill it up. Maybe some day I will. I felt my cock growing harder. I wanted to hurry, to hurry before the others woke up. Next I opened the second drawer, and there lied panties, all kinds of panties, granny panties, panty briefs, thong panties, oh I was in heaven. I put on the black laced thong to match the bra. Dressing like this always made me feel pretty. A song popped in to my head as I danced and twirled.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and giddy and bright". I chanted over and over spinning and twirling and dancing.

The thong began to rise up my ass making me remember what I came in here for.

"Time to go." I giggled.

I looked in to the hall making sure it was still clear and then I scurried in to my room and closed the door. Heading over to my bed I opened the box. It was the most beautiful thing I ever set eyes upon. A big, hard, strong, ten inch and delicious cock. All for my pleasure.

'This is going to be fun'. I thought.

I crawled on my bed. My ass pointing high, thinking of the day when he comes along and jams his big hard sex into my ass. My balls throbbed and ached. I needed my relief now and fast or I was going to explode.

I pulled the covers to the middle of the bed and sank in. I began to rub the vibrator against my cock allowing low moans to slip. Just the feeling of something other than my hand touching me always sent wild chills up and down my spine. It also caused me to have organasms. (Organasm is a word I made up that means a sexual body part is having an orgasm.) My perversonality was really coming forth. (Pervesonality is just when a peerson has a very perverted personality. Just another word my crazy brain created.)

As I moved my fingers up and down my chest I placed the vibrator near my entrance and circled it around the puckered hole. Pinching one of my nipples it sent a shiver throughout my body as I switched the vibrator on. That sensation caused me to moan aloud which I quickly quieted by biting my lower lip harshly, a trickle of blood fell from the wound. Licking the blood from my lip, I continued to press the cock further in my tight little whole.


"Umm" I moaned. Trying to force it in pushing and pushing but it wouldn't go in. I needed lubricant but the closest thing I had was lotion and it was down the hall. Once again I got out of bed and walked towards that empty room. Walking towards the dresser I noticed a clear bottle with a red lid hiding under a crevice beneath the dresser. I picked it up and it read KY-warming lubricant. This was exactly what I needed. Why did she have this? Oh well, there was one thing at this time that truly concerned me and that was getting off. Since I found what I needed, I headed back to my room and shut the door.

'Time for pleasure '. I thought. I crept over to my bed waiting for the organasm I was sure to experience.

I put a generous amount of KY gel on two of my fingers and traced over the entrance of my lower body gently pushing them in and out of me. I wanted to scream out. This sensation sent a wild craving of want, needing something more and much larger than my fingers to penetrate my ass. My balls tightened and my cock pulsed as my whole clenched over my fingers. The hunger began to take over. This hunger called for me to insert that huge vibrator in to my tight little ass.

I removed my fingers with half opened eyes and lathered up my v-cock (vibrator). It was time and I was so ready to be taken, even if I was only being taken by my self. Lying completely on my back with my legs apart, I put the head of my v-cock to my entrance and pressed. My entrance was still tight. Slight pain mounted as I continued to force the bulbous head through. Finally the head was inserted in to me. I let out a gasp as my body began to adjust to the intrusion.

After my body had time to adjust and the slight pain began to fade, I placed more of the v-cock inside me. It was still a tight squeeze but the pain was gone. Another feeling had arisen. This feeling made me want to place the cock deeper in to my body. So I did. "Ash mum. This was exactly what I needed." I moaned as I started to pull and push it in and out at a steady slow pace. Soon, the cock was able to move freely within my walls. With my body being at ease, I increased the speed. Moans began to escalate as the v-cock went deeper hitting a mass of nerves driving me insane. I thought for sure I was to go crazy if I didn't have it.

"Ooooohhhh. Ummmm. Yessss deeper. Oh that's so good. Soooo goood. Alll soooooo goood."

I was moaning uncontrollable. I began to press my hips up and down aiding my hand with the administration of pleasing my ass. My prostate was hit uncontrollably, my cock pulsed and throbbed. I could deny it no longer. "YES YES YES!" I cried as I grabbed and roughly stroked my dick, at the same time I continued to ride that v-cock boisterously. My semen shot out and I heard......


End of the blast

I heard mother yelling from her room. She must have been on the phone with dad. I heard her say "how the hell did he turn gay?" 'Gay'. I was confused. I never thought of my self as being 'gay'. After all I still liked girls. I have never really been attracted to guys, but I have fantasized about a strong man pounding in to me from behind. So then, does this mean......... "I'm gay?!" Jody opened my door.

"You're what?!" He practically screamed.

"That's not what I meant." I panicked. "I'm not. I know I'm not."

"Then why did you have that vibrator?" Jody asked.

I looked at him. "What?!"

"So are you gay? Mom's telling dad that you are."

"I'm not gay." I yelled.

"Then why did you have it. I think you are."

"What the hell do you know? Get out now."

"Don't get mad at me cuz u caught the fag bug." He said as he slammed my door shut.

What am I going to do? How can I explain to them that I'm not gay? At least I think I'm not. I really don't know the answer. I have never been this confused in my entire life. How could this have happened? Why couldn't I wait till I was alone? Things couldn't possible get any worse. I pulled the covers over my naked body and sobbed quietly to myself, praying the worst was over and for god to help me get out of this mess. Sleep, quickly overtook my body.

Three hours later I had awaken, hoping that was just some terrible nightmare. As I pulled the covers off my body, I saw myself naked. Then this must mean it was reality. And all I could say was.....damn. I put the covers back on my body and stared at the ceiling wishing I was dead or some other place. Anywhere but here. My bedroom door opened and it was mother.

'Oh no'. I thought.

She had my pajamas in her hands. I must have forgotten to take them from Sara's room when I took her thong and bra.

"I found these in Sara's room. Were you wearing her underwear?" She asked.

I looked away from her. I couldn't tell her. If I told her yes, she would be very disgusted with me.

"No." I replied.

"Then where did you get them. And why were your clothes in there?"

"I went to get something in there."

"Went to get something? Then why would your clothing need to come off to get something?"

I said nothing. There was nothing for me to say without making her want to haul off and hit me again.

"The way I see it Danny, either you took Sara's underwear or you get turned on by your own sister and your sick little mind decided to......"

"No mother I was only borrowing them I was going to return them and I would never think of my own sister that way!" I just told her what I didn't want her to know. A cold expression appeared on her face. She looked like she. . . . . hated me.

"You sick little. . . ." She threw my pajamas on the floor and walked towards the door.

Before she exited she said "your father will be here soon. We will decide what to do with you then." she slammed the door shut. I was glad she was gone. It hurt me to see the look in her eyes. She looked at me like I was nothing. My stomach turned and flipped. All this emotional pain was taking a toll on my body and plus I haven't eaten a thing all morning.

I climbed out of my bed and decide that in order for me to feel better about the situation I needed a shower. Walking towards my door with my blanket wrapped around my waist tightly in my grasp I opened the door. At the same exact moment, I looked up to see my brother Jody standing in the door frame of his room he noticed me and shook his head sadly.

"I never thought we would have a fag in our family. To think I use to look up to you." He said coldly.

"I'm not gay." My gaze adverted to the floor. "You . . . you use to look up to me?"

"Use to to. That's correct but I don't anymore."

I walked past him as a piece of me died inside at his commit. 'What if I really am a fag? What will my friends think? I already know what my mother and brother think. My brother thinks I'm a fag. My mother just hates. Damn why did I have to be born? Life would be so much better if I was never created.

Entering the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and dropped my blanket to the floor. As I walked over to the basin I caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror. I stood there looking over my face. 'Was this the face of someone who is gay?' I thought. It can't be. I like women. I know I do. I get turned on every time I see this girl named Erica in my home room class. So I can't be gay. Right?

I left the mirror and turned to the tub to step in. then closing the shower curtains, I turned on the water to a warm temperature. I allowed the water to flow down my body. Thoughts of my past began to surface. My mother haunted my thoughts the most. Her smile was once sweet and warm. Her gray-blue eyes use to be filled with love and compassion. How did I manage to disgrace her in this manner?

On a sunny day, her red hair stood out against a bright blue sky. I remember when we would go out for ice cream, just me and her. We would have long conversations. Mostly about coloring, I was only five. I wanted another bowl of ice cream. So mother got up from the table to get me another. We were outside of dairy queen sitting at one of the tables. As mother walked away, a man in a brown car pulled up close to the curb and rolled his window down.

"Hey kid!" He called to me.

I looked at him with questioning eyes and said "Me?"

"Yeah come here." I looked over at mother. She was still waiting for my ice cream. Slowly I walked over to him. He opened his door. I continued to walk over to him. When I got there he as me if I wanted to take a ride.

"Where?" I asked.

"Tell you what, I let you ride my cock." He said.

"Cock? What that's?" I asked.

Suddenly he grabbed me and I screamed. Mother turned around to see what was going on. She saw that I was about to be kidnapped. I began to kick and scream furiously swinging my arms to do some type of damage to my assailant. I punched his head as he tried to pull me into the passenger seat but I didn't give in that easily. I then trapped his arm with my teeth h and bit down hard, drawing blood from his flesh. He screamed and pulled back as I spat out his disgusting blood. I then felt someone pulling me from behind, I turned to see it was mother and I fought harder to get away. I got one last good kick to his face before I was completely away. Once I was freed the man sped off. Mother and I landed harshly on the ground as the bastard drove off, his door still wide open.


Mother and I were shaken. I clung to her as she held me tight. I was being held to the point where it became difficult to breath. I felt mother's tears on the back of my neck. She was crying. From that point on I loved her with every bit of my soul.

The water pounded down my back as I turned away from the shower's onslaught of water, thinking of the time I spent with Jody. When we were younger we played ball together in the park. I was so happy to have such a cute little brother like him. His golden blonde locks and bright gray eyes filled with hope of someday of being a baseball player. We would practice everyday. It really hurt to have him say those things to me.

Sara is such a drama queen but I love her just the same. Her reddish brown hair descends to the middle of her back. Her eyes remind me of mothers, gray-blue. She even resembled mother in the face but she was nothing like mother. Sara was very devious, always sneaking around and lying just about anything and always trying to get me in trouble.

My dad is very into his job. Every other week he goes on a business trip. We never know where he goes or what he is doing but when he returns he comes home bearing gifts. He seemed to be very happy with his return, must be some trip.

After cleaning myself, I stepped out of the shower wrapping my body with a towel. My stomach growled and I hoped mother would allow me to eat. I hoped that she would stay in her while I was in the kitchen. After dressing, I headed back to my room and put my pajamas in to my pile of dirty clothes. I must brace myself. I don't know what was to come as I journeyed to the kitchen. It was empty. There was no sign of mother or Jody, I was happy.

When I had finished eating the back door swung wide open.

"Father!" I said startled.

"What the hell is going on!" He yelled.

I quickly got up, knocking back the chair as I stood and turned towards him. I was afraid that he was going to hit me.

"What the hell were you doing fucking yourself? That type of behavior will not be tolerated in this family. I will not have a gay son!"

Tears fell down my face. I had to make him understand that I wasn't gay. That I'm not gay.

"Dad, I'm not gay." I said in a low voice facing the floor.

"You're not gay?! How the hell can you say you're not gay if you put some huge dick up your ass then you are. Your mother told me everything. About the bra and the damn thong. What the hell were you doing wearing a thong. Men don't wear thongs!"

"I'm not gay."

"What are you confused..."

"I just wanted to know what it felt like! I was just experimenting."

"Experimenting, you are no son of mine."

We heard foot steps of someone coming down the steps. I turned to the doorway to see mother glaring at me.

"I blame you for this, Carol. Always babying him. Now look at him. Grew up to be a fag."

"You blame me. How the hell can you blame me? It's not my fault. Maybe if you would be home more often instead of taking all those business trips and been a father to him maybe he would have turned out better."

"If you were any type of woman maybe I wouldn't have to take so many business trips."

"And what the fuck does that mean!"

"It means exactly what I said."

Sara just came in the house and entered the kitchen.

"I heard all this yelling from down the street. What's going on." asked Sara.

"Your brother is gay, that's what." Dad said.

"What?!" Sara looked at me confused.

"I found him with this." mother held up the vibrator.

"Oh my god. How long have you been using that?"

"Only a few months." I said staring at the floor.

"A few months? You said you were experimenting. Experimenting means one time. And then you just said a few months. That's gay! You are gay!" Dad shook his head in shame.

"Wait you've been using it a few months? And I have been using it too. We both been using it? That just sick. You have been using my vibrator in your ass? Well I hope you know I never washed it."

"What did you just say?" Dad questioned.

Mother dropped the vibrator disgustedly and walked out of the kitchen. I stood there staring at the floor. Dad had his hands covering his face in utter disgust. I could feel Sara glaring at me. After a few moments dad opened his mouth.

"Sara baby girl, please tell me you just didn't say that? Please tell me that thing isn't yours. Please tell me your still a virgin sweetheart." Dad pleaded.

"I...I...." Sara looked at me angrily. "This all your fault!" She said before running out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room.

"My family is falling apart. I guess I chose the wrong family." Dad said aloud to himself.

"Wrong family?" I looked at dad who was looking a bit afflicted by the day's event.

"Shut up boy." He said coldly. "I don't want to hear another word from your mouth until your mother and I figure out what to do with you." Dad left exiting the kitchen and proceeding up the steps.

Figure out what to do with me? Are they going to get rid of me? Does dad have another family or does he wish he did so he could escape and get away from us, me? Because of my actions and being different I ruined the family. Everybody hates me. What should I do?

Once again I heard someone coming down the steps. It was Sara.

"Have you been wearing my underwear!?" She yelled.

My eyes almost popped out of my head.

"I found stains on my underwear and they didn't come from me..."

"What makes you think I did?"

"You had my vibrator who knows what else of mine you took. And plus they are stretched and my bra had white stuff on it. I don't even want to think about what it was. You really disgraced this family. You little freak. And I hope............"

"STOP! Stop fighting now! This family is falling apart and everybody is fighting. You and Danny…Mom and Dad! I wish you all would just stop!" Jody was in tears. "Danny this is all your fault." His words cut me like a knife.

"Mom and Dad are fighting?" Sara asked.

"Yeah dad said he was leaving us for another family." Jody continued to cry.

Sara and I ran up the steps to mom and dad's room. It was true they were in there arguing.

"Those business trips you've been taking all this time were to see some slut!"

"Well that slut was a hell of a lot better than you."

"What about our family and all that we built together."

"This family means nothing to me. The reason why I stuck around all these years was cuz we had kids. The love in this marriage has been dead for years. Now that those kids of yours are all screwed up there is no reason to stay around. I'm taking Jody away before you screw his head up."

"I will not allow you to take my son!"

"You have no other choice. You are an unfit mother. You're nothing but a worthless old wench."

Father opened the door and saw three pairs of eyes with doleful expressions.

"Jody, son. We have to leave here. It is not safe for us to stay."

"But dad what about . . ."

"No buts and nothing else matters. We need to leave now. Take everything that has value to you."

Sara and I went to check on mother. As we entered we heard her sobbing. She looked up at us sitting on her knees tears steadily drawing from her eyes. Sara got down and wrapped her arms around mother. They held each other for a little while before mother turned to me.

"This is your fault get out of my site. Go! Just go!" mother continued to cry as I left the room. Crossing over to the other side I saw dad and Jody packing his things.

I stood there and watched. It really seems that I have torn this family apart. What have I done? All this was because I decided to stick Sara's v-cock up for ass just for a few minutes of pleasure and everything I know and love went to hell.


And that was the day my life ended

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