Test Dummy

After my father divorced my mother when I was twelve, our lives took a turn for the worse, and we were always on the bones of our arse, often facing eviction. My mother unsuccessfully battled from one job to the next and her erratic spending sprees did not help matters, with her champagne tastes for makeup and clothing, on a beer budget.

By the time I was sixteen, matters had become dire, and we were about to get evicted from our apartment.

Fortuitously, Johnny, an unmarried man, unlike most of her suitors, came to our rescue. My mother was still a very attractive woman, and Johnny was smitten with her.

Johnny was no oil painting; he was gangly, ugly, and rough-looking.

Johnny Snr and his equally unattractive duplicate son, Johnny Jnr, who was nineteen years old, ran a successful repair business that restored machinery and tools. Johnny’s wife had left him several years earlier.

Shortly after my mother and Johnny got engaged, Johnny invited us to live with him. The house was overtly masculine and tasteless, and it reeked of testosterone and nicotine. Making matters worse, I would have to share a room with my skanky ‘stepbrother.’

I was a mommy’s boy and very fashion-conscious, and everyone other than mom instantly recognized that I was gay. Having to coexist with the two Johnny’s brought a dichotomy to my life, and even though our financial woes were behind us, living with two straight thugs worried the hell out of me. Thanks to a friend of Johnny, my mother got a waiter’s job at the most successful diner in town, and for once in her life, mum seemed equal to the task.

Mom preferred the afternoon and evening shifts at the diner when tips were far more generous. Resultantly, she seldom got home before ten p.m. I resultantly had the strain of eating dinner with the two Johnny’s and listening to the butch discussions of their daily existence. I always made an early departure after washing the dishes and making the excuse that homework had to get completed.

Early on, I had to get used to Johnny’s penchant for nakedness in our bedroom. This spectacle was not as traumatic for me as I had feared because the vision of his enormous uncut floppy cock, majestically swaying from side to side as he moved around the room, was breathtaking.

What, however, did make me uncomfortable were the noises in the main bedroom after mom got home after work. From the way my mother moaned and groaned, I could only surmise that Johnny Jnr was, as well hung as his father. I always pretended to be asleep and had the further erotic stimulation of hearing Johnny Jnr masturbating in unison to the noises from next door. Naturally, I had to suppress my excitement, for the fear of getting beaten up for being a dirty homo.

The two Johnny’s were early risers and by the time mom and I got going in the morning, they were long gone. One of my daily highlights was to sniff the crusty cum tissues in the wastebasket in our room. Although my ugly stepbrother was turning me on more and more, I ominously felt like a tiny mouse in an enclosure with a viper.   

When the key to our bathroom mysteriously vanished, and I was no longer able to lock the door, the two Johnny’s looked at me with disdain upon my inquiry before dismissively asking, why this was a problem and what I had to hide. Browbeaten into submission, I submissively stated that the missing key was not a problem.

“Good,” Johnny Snr, responded, before adding, “I presume you’ve also got the same tackle that we have between our legs… Besides, I am not going to waste money fitting a new lock.” Thereby comprehensively closing the subject.  

Johnny Jnr now regularly began invading my privacy when I used the bathroom. Whenever I showered or brushed my teeth, he used the toilet, and the final straw came one evening when he got into the shower with me.

Observing the questioning look on my face, he matter-of-factly said, “Now I’ve got someone to wash my back properly.”

I had never tried harder not to get an erection, but mystically I managed. When Johnny Jnr finally turned around after I had completed my task, his substantial dick had stiffened impressively.

“Sorry about this,” he snorted with a playful look in his eyes, “But that back scrub got my juices flowing.”

“No problem,” I bashfully responded.

“Turn, Bennie, now let me scrub your back,”

After I turned, his strong arm energetically put the loofa to work. It hurt a little but was invigorating, and above all else, the intimacy of our interaction excited me incredibly.

As the loofa seemed to become fixated between my arse cheeks, I mentally questioned myself, ‘What the fuck is happening?’ 

Next, Johnny Jnr whispered into my ear, “I am not gay, Bennie, but my dad suggested that you would make a great test dummy because chicks are not exactly falling at my feet. Dad and I know that you are gay, and the only one who has not recognized that is your mom… So, are you going to let me practice on you?” Johnny groaned as his erect penis nestled in my crack and commenced rubbing.

Acquiescent as I was, my mind was spinning because of his dad’s obvious complicity.

‘What the fuck is that all about?’ I wondered. 

“Listen, I’d better stop because dad will have supper ready by now. We can take this further later tonight,” he murmured in my ear before nibbling on it.  

By the time we joined Johnny Snr, I felt like I had entered an alternative universe, and my body was pulsating with excitement.  

“Did you boys have a good shower?” Johnny Snr inquired.

“Yeah… Bennie is a great back scrubber,” Johnny Jnr said nonchalantly.

“Oh… Well, maybe I should join you, boys, tomorrow night,” Johnny Snr replied with a salacious grin.

‘Jesus, this is just becoming weirder and weirder,’ I cogitated.

After mom got home and we all went to bed, Johnny Jnr climbed onto my bed. “Well, I suppose I also need some serious practice,” he said before ardently kissing me as the sexual sounds from the main bedroom permeated our room.

In unison with the action from the main room, Johnny appropriated my body, and my legs moved aggressively over his shoulders. Johnny’s dry entry into my arse was painfully fervent as my cries got muffled by his rough hand, and I would never forget my defloration. Sore as it initially was, as my backside accepted its torment, a blissful state of euphoria soon overtook my discomfort, as the persistence of his machinations escalated my enjoyment.

“Fuck, yeah, dad was correct… You are the perfect test dummy,” he muttered between kisses.

“Fuck me as hard as you like,” I bravely gushed before his hips went into overdrive.

I was having the time of my life, which continued long after the noises from next door subsided. Johnny was a stud and practiced on me incessantly throughout the night.

When Johnny Snr joined us in the shower the following evening, I felt great trepidation. After we all got soaked, Johnny goaded me into scrubbing his dad’s back. When Johnny Snr finally turned to face me, I realized that I was showering with the endowment twins. They had obviously, discussed my function as a test dummy because I was soon on my knees and getting slapped in the face by two huge cocks. The hottest thing of all was looking up and seeing father and son kissing. My head now moved from side to side like a windscreen wiper as I commenced sucking both their dicks.

What happened next blew me away as two streams of hot piss crisscrossed all over my head and body. I had seen piss-play on the internet but had no idea how exciting it was. As the sap drenched my head and body, I could not resist tasting it. Opening my lips, I let the liquid swill in my mouth before apprehensively swallowing. It was a taste that I instantly took to and would eternally become a urine addict. The frothy warmth was mesmerizing.

When I finally locked onto Johnny Jnr’s dick, Johnny Snr moved behind me and pulled up my hips for a spit roasting.  Once Johnny Snr had fully entered my arse, it was clear that his bladder was not yet empty. With piss cascading down my legs, his thumping soon got underway. As he battered my arse, my throat got further and further impaled on Johnny Jnr’s knob, with their combined compression. My mind almost went into a tilt with excitement.

Much as I had dreaded my new life with the two Johnny’s, my sex life was now blossoming into a spring of delight. I had two horny straights using me as their fuck bunny, and my earlier preconceptions of the two had flown out of the window. Getting concertinaed between their mashing hips was a dream come true, and the compression of their scuzzy hands on my body only inflamed every straight fantasy I had ever had. My mother had unknowingly, finally paid recompense all her former infractions. 

As my body got turned like I was on a lazy susan, and their spanking hands traversed my body, I had arrived in nirvana. As their climaxes approached, I begged both men to cum in my mouth. Both men considerately complied with the additional bonus of surplus piss once they unloaded.

After my spit roasting, two ravenous mouths attacked my head and neck voraciously as my nipples got tweaked until they ached. It was fan fuckin tastic!    

Our daily showers became a way of life for me, and at bedtime, Johnny Jnr kept me very busy.

After Johnny Snr and mom got married, my mother began complaining about restlessness as the change of life commenced affecting her. The sleeping pills her doctor prescribed were rather strong, and soon Johnny Snr began to make his appearance in Johnny Jnr and my bedroom after bedtime. Much as mom’s sex life diminished, mine flourished.

I loved being a test dummy!