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Subject: Jeremy’s Life of Chocolate (pt.1) This story is completely fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youth over the age of 11 but under 18 years old, if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. As an avid reader of the stories I prefer to know the age scenario in certain writings up front or in the first 2-3 paragraphs. As a writer, I’ve elected to place that information ahead of the story. Adult male: mid to late 30s Male youth: 11, 12 Author retains all rights to story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. I love Nifty, this site free to those that like to read the stories. Nifty welcomes any and all contributions to keep this site going. Feel free to make donations to fty/donate.html **************************************************************************** For the life of me I could not sleep. My stomach was flipping and my mind was running through every scenario that could play out on my first day of middle school. Maybe I would trip getting off the bus for everyone to see, step on an eighth grader’s shoes and get beat up or maybe I’d get so nervous and piss myself right there in the lunch line. I could not shake this feeling. Part of me wanted to fake sick and miss the first day but mom would be home all day going over the kitchen remodeling job with the contractor. Skipping school is only worth it if you know for sure you will have the house to yourself. I jumped my train of thought and started thinking about last school year, I was a fifth grader. The big kid on campus but now I was just another puppy thrown into the pound to start from the bottom all over again. The upside to all of this was that my birthday was in less than a month and I was finally going to get my first cellphone-a smartphone! “Jeremy” Mom whispered as she poked her head in my room. “Can’t sleep?” She asked. “I’m just worried. I don’t know what to expect.” I answered. She came in and sat at the foot of the bed. “You will be fine. Just be yourself. Be yourself and you will be fine.” Her attempt to comfort me failed but to save her face I nodded as if her generic words resonated. She planted a peck on my forehead and left me to my dreams. The first day of school and I made it through three out of six periods without any major hitches. A lot of the kids were bigger than me and way more social. I knew some of the sixth graders because we came from the same school and a few more from Faith Camp. At 11:15am the bell rung and that was the cue for 6th graders to report to lunch. The cafeteria was huge, twice the size of my elementary school and there were so many options. We had three lines to choose from and I hopped in the one that I thought would be the quickest. “Hey there, what can I get for you?” It was the first words I ever heard from Mr. Island. Seeing a man working in a school cafeteria was new to me, I was used to mean old lunch ladies with hairnets. “May I have a bottle of water?” I managed to squeeze that out. I was a bit nervous because it was so loud and was really unfamiliar with the lunch menu. “May I? I see someone came to school with manners” he replied and flashed another smile. “Is that all you wanted? I have actual food for sale here too” He chuckled, keeping the smile going. “No, I brought my lunch; my mom forgot to pack my water.” I lied. I refused to take a lunch when she offered to make it for me. I was in middle school now, lunch boxes were for elementary kids. I handed over the dollar and in exchange Mr. Island handed me an ice cold bottle of water from behind the counter. Mr. Island seemed nice, a big chocolate teddy bear you could depend on for a comforting hug. His smile made me blush and sent a wave that made me tingle. Throughout the rest of lunch I glanced over at his line and watched him display the same infectious smile to the other 6th graders but it seemed like the one he gave me was unique and was specifically for me. For an eleven year old turning twelve in a few weeks, I already knew about my sexuality. I knew I was gay and that I found myself attracted to the same sex but It was my secret to keep (for now), I didn’t want to share this part of me with anyone. I came to this conclusion last year when I witnessed something that sparked my curiosity and capitulated me into puberty. It was December 14, 2012, a Friday and the last day of school before Christmas break. My best friend at the time, Ashton had invited me to a sleep over, which was okayed by my parents earlier that week. Ashton lived less than a mile from school so when the bell rang for dismissal, we walked to his house. I had stayed over before but with other kids, this time it was just me. His house was freaking nice! They lived in a neighborhood called Brookfield which was filled with white collar families and retired old geezers. “What do you want to do first, play basketball or get in the pool?” Ashton asked as we walked up the driveway. “I don’t know, whatever comes first” I replied, trying to avoid making a decision just in case what I picked turns out being boring. “Basketball!” Ashton decided. “We can hit the pool in the morning if it isn’t too cold” Winter here in Florida was a joke. It never really got any lower than the 40s and most people found themselves putting up Christmas lights in 80 degree weather. “Hey boys!” This mainly voice welcomed us as we entered the house. It was Ashton’s dad, a physique of perfection in my eyes. Mr. Willis was in the living room unboxing this new TV he planned on mounting on the wall. “Whoa, dad that thing is huuuge!” Ashton was excited. “Yep, 70 inches! You’ll be able to see Elsa’s nipples get hard” “Daaaad” Ashton responded in embarrassment. “It’s alright; I have an uncle that talks that stuff all the time” I tried to assure Ashton that it was no big deal and prove to Mr. Willis that I was able to handle anymore dirty talk he had. I welcomed it, I liked naughty, sex stuff and honestly the uncle that I mentioned was a pervert. He didn’t touch me or anything but when we stayed with him on vacation in Orlando I snooped on his computer and found this folder filled with naked pussies and dicks. “Hey, does this mean I get the smaller TV that was in here?” Ashton questioned with greed. Smaller? Did he mean that TV lying on the sofa? That thing had to be 50 inches, bigger than our TV. We still had the bulky floor model big screen television. “Nope! That is going in my office. In fact, I need you boys to carry it in there for me” We put our backpacks down, picked up the television and slowly walked it down the hall to Mr. Willis’ office. His office was a mixed theme of U.S. Navy stuff and sports memorabilia. His dad played football for the University of Florida and served in the military soon after. “This fucking thing is heavy, put it down here Jeremy” We sat the flat screen down, leaning it against the desk. “Let’s get out of here before he gives us more shit to move” Ashton played innocent in front of adults but his mouth was filthy too. We went upstairs into Ashton’s room and he started to undress. “I don’t want to get these clothes dirty. Aren’t you gonna change?” “Dang it! My duffle bag, I left it at home this morning.” I said with panicked disbelief. “Hey boys, come back down here. I need your help” Mr. Willis called down, his voice booming through the house. “Fuck that. I’m not helping with anything.” Ashton jumped in his unmade bed and pulled his covers over him. “Tell him I’m asleep.” “Ashton, what about my clothes?” “Ask my dad if he will take you to get your stuff” He was no help at all. I headed for the stairs. “BOYS!” Mr. Willis’ voice was louder and grew impatient. That made me hustle down the stairs faster. I entered the living room and Mr. Willis had the wall mounts in place. “Where’s Ash? Screw it, we can do it ourselves. I need you to brace the ladder while I hang this TV” I did as I was told and held the ladder as firm as I could. Mr. Willis picked up the 70 inch flat şişli escort screen like it was a pillow and placed his foot on the ladder. The weight of him made me lose my grip but I quickly recovered. “Hold it steady Jeremy” “Y-yes sir” On his way up the 4 foot ladder I got a perfect view of Mr. Willis’ crotch and the incredible smell of his sweat and cologne mixed. He had, as I said before the physique of perfection in my eyes. He reminded me of those muscle-bound guys you see on ESPN’s Strongman competition. I was trapped holding this ladder still while Mr. Willis shifted and worked to hang the TV just right and screw in the bolts. Droplets of sweat fell from above and landed right on my cheek, I prayed that it had landed in my mouth, I wanted to taste him so bad. This was pleasure and torture with my little pubescent dick making its debut in my pants. “Jeremy, step back and see if it is straight” I walked back to the entrance of the living room, trying to hide my hard on. “A little to the right Mr. Willis” I ordered. With his hands up and shirt rising above his waist, I got the perfect view of Mr. Willis’ big pair of peach buns. While his back was turned I pulled on my penis, adjusting the growth that was swelling. “How about now?” He questioned “Perfect Mr. Willis” He stepped down and came back to me to see for himself. “You’re right, good eyes Jeremy. I might have to hire you for Willis Remodeling. You’d fit right in.” He patted me on the back then bent down to whisper in my ear. “My workers can’t help looking at my big butt either” he flashed me a grin of consent and winked at me. Oh shit! He saw me grab my dick. I felt so embarrassed. I was so flustered by being caught I almost forgot to mention my overnight bag situation. I followed him through their beautifully decorated house, past the 9 ft. Christmas tree and into the kitchen. “Mr. Willis, can I ask you for a favor?” “Sure, I owe you one for helping me. What can I do you for?” He reached in the fridge and pulled out a can of caffeine-free Coke, popped the can and started to sip. “Well, this morning I left out of the house without my overnight bag. It has my clothes, toothbrush and my inhaler in it.” “Say no more, we can head out now to get it. You still live over in Rustlewood?” He asked. “Yes sir” “Well, let’s go buddy. Ash’s lazy butt can clean up the living room while we’re gone” Mr. Willis downed his can of Coke, grabbed his keys and we headed for the door. Riding with Mr. Willis was a thrill; we sat higher than most cars on the road because he drove a Chevy Suburban, the newest model. We passed by our school and then the middle school. “That’s where you and Ash will be next year” Mr. Willis pointed at the middle school. “You’ll be taking P.E. Where you’ll have to get naked and shower with the entire class. I figure a bunch of you will hit that growth spurt around that time” He added. “I’m already growing” I proudly defended myself. “Again? I wasn’t even showing my ass” He slyly replied and chuckled too. I felt so embarrassed but I also wanted to clear the air. “I’m sorry ah-about that Mr. Willis” I could have died twice and been okay with it instead of defending my natural, male instinct. It’s not like he hasn’t seen a hard dick before. He played football; I’m sure he saw butts, dicks, balls and everything else in the locker room. He also told me that his employees loved his big round ass. “Jeremy, how old are you? He questioned. “I just turned 11 in September. Ashton and I are the same age” I answered “Well, you boys may be the same age but you two are definitely not alike. I can tell you’re maturing. Your body is filling out, hair is growing everywhere and you’re probably starting to think about girls. Am I right?” I thought about it. He was right except for the girl thing. “For the most part” I answered carefully. “Well, you’re ten paces ahead of Ash. You’re just right…just damn right” His last words drifted off to silence. The silence grew but was broken by his phone ringing. He answered it on speakerphone “Yell-low” “Hey Greg, how close are you from the Cedar Greens job?” The voice of a man boomed through his truck’s sound system. “Not too far, what’s the problem?” “There’s a pipe leaking” the voice replied. “Shit, again? That’s the third time this week. I’m heading there now” Mr. Willis ended the call. “Jeremy we have to make a real quick stop, it won’t take long.” “Can I help?” I asked, being eager to lend a hand. “Nawh, can’t do that. I don’t want you getting hurt, you’re a minor and anything that happens to you is on me. You can hang back in the truck” We turned into this complex of offices, looked like places where a doctor or lawyer would work. Mr. Willis parked in front of this building that was under construction. “Here, you can play some games on my phone, I won’t take long.” Mr. Willis placed his smartphone on the dashboard and exited the truck. As he walked closer to the building I watched his big, plump butt swing left to right. I reached for his phone and delve into the world of Mr. Gregory Willis. My navigational skills around a smartphone were novice. I managed to find his games but I wasn’t looking for those, I wanted to snoop. I wanted to see porn, naked pictures and if I was lucky, some dick pics of Mr. Willis. Twenty seconds into my snooping and the phone started to ring, it was Ashton. I answered it, it could have been an emergency but I knew it wasn’t. “What do you want?” I answered as if he was bothering us. “What are you doing with my dad’s phone- Where are you guys?” He asked. “We’re going to get my clothes, duh. We had to stop at some office your dad is working on, it was a leaky pipe. I’m helping” I lied about the last part; I just wanted to make Ashton jealous for leaving me to help with the TV. “You are NOT helping him.” He protested with a chuckle. You could hear the confidence in his voice. “I Am too!” “Then you must be doing the sucking” He fired back. “Wha-” “There is no leaky pipe you dummy. Leaky pipe is code.” “Code? Code for what?” I questioned with confusion. “Well, Jeremy, I could tell you or you could go see for yourself. I think I’ll let you see for yourself” Ashton hung up, leaving me on edge and with only one choice. I felt knots and butterflies in my stomach as I approached the door. A part of me wanted to turn back in fear of getting in trouble but that hunger, that intense curiosity was pushing me. I slowly opened the door, poking my head in before I stepped one foot in making sure the coast was clear. As I walked in I was instantly drawn to the hallway and the light coming from one of the doors. Everything was covered in tarp but oddly enough I saw no signs of a wet floor. Ashton was right about one thing, there was no pipe burst. I eggshelled down the hall towards the lit room. The closer I got, the clearer I could make out muffled talking. “I want that fat dick up my ass again” That was the last thing I heard before I crept in the doorway and saw Mr. Willis, completely naked with his ass propped up in the air and on all fours. He was on one of those blowup air mattresses like you’d find in the outdoors/camping section of Wal-Mart. I was getting a full view of the same big, round butt that had just caused me to catch wood in The Willis Family living room. I tried to contain my gasp when I saw this dark figure emerge from the other side of the room that was out of my view. All five feet and nine inches of this chocolate, husky frame was naked like Mr. Willis. He knelt down behind those white juicy mounds and dove in tongue first. “Ahhh, ooooh, that’s right…eat my fat, white fuckin’ ass baby” Mr. Willis instructed in pleasure. I stood there in shock. This was not the same guy that was just in the car with me. The same guy with an office themed in military and sports memorabilia, was it? It was and he was on his hands and knees, totally vulnerable, getting his asshole slobbered on by this thick, muscle framed black man. I’m not sure if it was my recent and growing attraction for Mr. Willis or my first sight of seeing a black man naked but my shorts began to tent up. The blood began to flow directly to my crotch and I couldn’t help but watch this display. Was Mr. Willis sivas escort gay? This must have been what he meant when he said his workers couldn’t resist his ass. Did this mean he wanted me to do everything the black guy was doing? The thoughts were racing and only feeding into my hunger to experience this. The moans of pleasure, the sounds of the employee lapping up his own saliva from Mr. Willis’s peach mounds and the friction they both made on the air mattress filled the room. “Put it in me, put that big black cock up my ass daddy” Mr. Willis was in heat. His dirty talk had my palms sweating and my groin throbbing. I began to rub on my dick over my shorts, slowly so I wouldn’t cause too much noise. The black man rose up from his feast and started stroking his cock, prepping it for Mr. Willis. “You want that dick white boy?” He finally spoke and his voice was so raw, so raspy, direct and carried authority. “Fuck yeah, work that load in me Raymond” He was begging for it. BING! That was his name, Raymond. He was shining with sweat which helped define his muscles. He still had round, soft parts on his body-it wasn’t all muscle but he wore it well. My view was obstructed from the initial insertion but I could tell from the deep moans from both of them that Mr. Willis was getting his wish. I was locked in on Raymond’s butt cheeks, he sported a round pair just like Mr. Willis did but Raymond’s was a little bigger. I wondered if he liked to take it back there too, he didn’t seem like the flaming queer type but neither did Mr. Willis and he was getting rammed as we speak. I guess my perception of what was gay was totally off; I also guess my own sexuality was beginning to form. I looked down and saw a wet spot at the center of my crotch, I was leaking with lust. I shoved my hand down my shorts and started to fiddle with my privates. “Fuck me, fuck me good Ray!” Mr. Willis was commanding. “Fuck my big white ass with that big black dick. Breed my hole!” Raymond’s thrust became more powerful, he was slamming it home into Mr. Willis. I was amazed at all of this and surprised it didn’t hurt. Each pump was met with a grunt from Mr. Willis, he loved it. This beat the hell out of the night I spent watching porn on my uncle’s computer, this was in my face and live. My intrigue began to turn into jealousy. I wanted to join in, I wanted to touch Mr. Willis, I wanted to touch Raymond, feel his mouth on my virgin body and take his big cock up my young boy butt. Then it happened, the screen on Mr. Willis’ phone came on. It started to vibrate and his ringtone blasted Ricky Martin’s “Livin’ La Vida Loca”. I tried to decline the call but the shock of being caught peeping blocked my brain and all I did was stuff the phone under my shirt to muffle it and ran like hell out of the door. I’m fucking dead. No, seriously, Mr. Willis is going to kill me to cover up his secret gay life. I thought about running home but part of me, that lusting part was keeping me in the truck. I sat there until Mr. Willis and his employee, Raymond came out of the building. Mr. Willis locked the office door as Raymond headed to his truck that was parked few spaces down from us. Here was my fate, dead at the age of 11 because I caught my best friend’s dad taking it up the butt. Mr. Willis was sporting a grin on his way to the truck. He got in and didn’t say a word as he started the truck. We backed out and headed towards my house, back on our mission. Maybe they didn’t notice, they were so caught up that they never knew I was there. I began to relax because he didn’t mention it but the silence was still awkward. We pulled up to my house and my mom was outside loading bags of canned goods into her car. I jumped out and ran to the house. I had to pee real bad. Although I was new to the whole erection thing, I did know that if you get one and it goes away, you have to pee real bad afterwards. “Hey mom-I forgot my bag!” I shouted just as fast as I was running. “Slow Down!” She shouted back. I ran to the bathroom I shared with my little brother and let out a much needed jet stream of piss. It felt so good to let it out, it made me wonder what Raymond had felt when he put his dick in Mr. Willis and that thought alone got me hard again. I made a circle with my index and thumb then pushed my dick through, imitating sex. “I want to know what it feels like” I whispered to myself in frustration. I decided to change my clothes since the ones I had on were damp with sweat and had school stank on them. I crossed the hall and entered my room with my little dick bobbing. I rummaged through my dresser drawers to find a change of clothes then put them on. “Jeremy! Don’t keep Mr. Willis waiting!” I heard my mom shout from outside. I snatched up my overnight bag and headed outside. Mr. Willis was sitting in the truck with my mom at the window talking. “Yeah, if you could, maybe some time next week just give me a call and I’ll come over to do a walk through. Drum up an estimate.” “That would be fantastic!” My mom replied. “Jeremy, looks like we might have a contractor for the kitchen renovation” I could have cared less. That was grown up talk, a bunch of numbers and sassafras. I got in the truck, put my bag of clothes on the floor between my legs and put my seatbelt on. “Alright now Mrs. Ball, I’ll have your boy back tomorrow afternoon. Tell Curtis I said hello” Mr. Willis brought the conversation to a close, starting the truck at the same time. “Jeremiah, you behave yourself” She warned me as we pulled off. Back to silence but not for long. “You changed close, huh?” Mr. Willis observed. “What happened? You jizz yourself watching me and Ray?” Oh shit, he did see me, my face was tomato. “Listen Jeremy, I’m not a flaming queer. I like sex, a lot. I started young, around your age and hell, after you’ve done everything there is to do with a girl, you tend to want to try another guy at some point” He made sense and I was convinced. “Now, I can tell you’re starting to get curious. If there is anything you want to know…just ask” I said nothing. I kept quiet, only nodding my head in agreement. Mr. Willis said I could ask him anything but I doubt “Can I suck your dick?” was a qualifying question. I made it through dinner but my mind was miles away. Ashton and I stayed up until 2 am playing video games and watching YouTube videos. I tried my best to avoid talking about what happened and Ashton never brought it up either. He passed out before me. After drinking Monster energy drinks all night my bladder was screaming at me. On my way to the bathroom I heard a door close downstairs. Curiosity sent me down there plus I wanted to snag a piece of candy that Mrs. Willis had placed in a bowl down the hallway that led to the garage. As soon as I stuck my hand in the bowl the hallway door that led to the garage opened and Mr. Willis walked in wearing no shirt and a pair of boxerbriefs that seemed to be a size too small. “Caught ya red-handed!” He whispered and chuckled. “Sweet tooth?” I nodded. I could see the outline of his dick and it made me melt at the sight of it. “Want some ice cream or something?” He offered. I nodded again and followed him into the kitchen watching his big butt jiggle in his underwear. “Chocolate or vanilla?” He asked in a whisper. “I want whatever you’re having” I whispered back. He dumped 2 big scoops of chocolate ice cream into one bowl then one scoop into the second bowl. Took out the vanilla and put one scoop in each bowl. “Want sprinkles?” He asked. I shook my head and he put both tubs of ice cream back in the freezer. He grabbed the bowls and told me to follow him. We went into his office which now had the old flat screen from the living room. “Lock the door” Mr. Willis whispered. After today’s events, being in the same room as him was awkward. I knew I wanted to explore my sexuality and Mr. Willis seemed like just the spring board I needed. I took place on the couch and he handed me my bowl. “Mr. Willis, what did it feel like?” I asked, surprisingly with confidence. He took his place behind the desk and answered. “I assume you mean bottoming?” Bottoming? What the hell is that? “Bottoming? What the hell is that?” I asked. “Bottoming, being on the bottom. Taking it rather than giving sıhhiye escort it.” He turned the TV on to ESPN and turned up the volume, not too loud but just enough to drown our conversation from outside the door. “It doesn’t hurt Jeremy. It will at first but it feels good and keeps getting good if the guy knows what he is doing. Raymond, my foreman knows how to fuck, he knows my butthole pretty well.” He started spooning the ice cream in his mouth. “Let me ask you, why did you come in there today?” He questioned. “I don’t know, I just wanted to help. I thought there was a leaky pipe. But now I-I want to know. I want to know what it feels like. Sex and stuff.” I was climbing up this hill of conversation and the words were just coming out. “I want you to show me” I mustarded at the peak of the hill. Mr. Willis pulled back with a look of bewilderment and as he shook his head my courage and ego went rolling back down that hill. “I don’t know about that. You’re coming up to a bridge I don’t think I can cross with you. I’m talkin’ illegal stuff, you know?” His tone was more authoritative this time. “You need to find a boy your age to experiment with. Like Ash or that one boy that stayed over here with you guys back at Halloween” “Yeah but…I don’t want to experiment. I want to be taught…teach me.” I pleaded. He sighed and spooned some more ice cream in his mouth. “I mean…I’ve seen gay stuff before. I snooped on my uncle’s computer and found naked pictures. He had videos of guys sucking each other and other stuff.” I tossed that information out to give myself credibility. “Oh, yeah? Tell me about it” He perked up with interest and encouraged me to elaborate. “Well, he had these folders with guys all naked. I was going through his laptop and an email notification popped up. I opened it up and it was an email from someone asking where they could meet up.” “Go on.” “I read another email, I know I shouldn’t have but couldn’t help myself, I had to see what was going on. They talked about meeting up somewhere. My uncle sent naked pictures to the man. That was pretty much it.” “Are you sure about this? This wanting to learn thing?” He questioned “Yes. I really am.” I shoved some ice cream in my mouth, waiting for Mr. Willis to speak. Silence from us and the background of ESPN began to take over until I heard Mr. Willis say the words I will never forget. “I’m gonna teach you how to be the best cocksucker in this town.” Mr. Willis motioned for me to come over to him. I walked over and stood in front of him. Although this was what I wanted, I was still nervous. “On your knees” He ordered. His tone changed, it was more warm but serious. I did as I was told and placed myself between his legs and at the front door of his crotch. I never looked up, I studied the bulge Mr. Willis showcased. “First off, before you suck a dick, tease it. Take your tongue and run that fucker up and down his shaft, along both sides, from the base and to the tip of his cock. Run your tongue from the dickhead to the taint. He will love it” “The taint?” I was puzzled. “Yeah, the taint, that area between your balls and your asshole. Feels fuckin’ great when it’s licked.” Mr. Willis started rubbing his bulge that was beginning to grow. My own dick started getting hard and I was on the edge waiting to learn everything there was to know. “When he starts getting hard, like I am right now, take the head in your mouth and slowly…slowly take it down inch by inch. The rest will be instinct. Let’s try” Mr. Willis lifted up from his chair to peel off his underwear and released his hard cock and heavyset balls. I studied his dick, it was veiny and his head was pretty big. I took it in my hand and I was surprised by the weight of it, it was hefty. “Take your time Jeremy, don’t rush. Stick your tongue out and do like I told you.” I closed my eyes, stuck my tongue out and leaned in for it. I made contact with it and my nose began to inhale the scent of his crotch; a mix of freshly showered with a light hint of natural pheromones. Mr. Willis let out a whispered sigh of pleasure as I traced his veiny shaft with my tongue. I went from the tip and slowly ran my wet tongue down to his balls. That instinct thing must have kicked in because without instruction I took one of his balls in my mouth and started sucking in it. “Oh fuuuck boy, you’re a natural” He whispered. I released his ball from my suction and started licking under his sack, the taint. He lifted his right leg and propped it on the desk to expose more of his hole. I put my tongue to it and licked which made him moan even more. “Jeremy, push your tongue inside” Mr. Willis whispered. I did as I was told and tongue fucked him, he loved it. He started to pump his dick up and down while I worked on his butthole, his balls were bouncing on my forehead and I could feel wet strips of liquid landing on the side of my neck right below my ear. “You got me leaking precum Jeremy. That shows that you’re pleasing me right.” He whispered. “I’m gonna cum all over your pretty lips so you’ll know what it feels like to have a man’s load warm your face” Mr. Willis, lightly tugged me by the hair to pull my mouth back up from his furry man crack and onto his raging hard dick. This time I went deeper down on his rod and his head hit the back of my mouth which caused me to gag. This must have turned him on because he threw his head back and let out a moan that I was sure Asher and the rest of the house would hear. “Ah, you’re a deepthroating, little slut, aren’t you? He said with a winning grin on his face as he looked down. I wrapped my hand around his dick and started pumping it while I still had the head in my mouth. “You keep that up and you’re gonna get a load down your throat Jeremy” He lustily warned me. I kept at it and soon I felt him get real stiff and swell up even more in my mouth. One hand gripped the back of my neck and held me in place. He was now thrusting out of his chair, pumping his dick into my mouth. “Keep your mouth open, don’t you fuckin’ move. I’m about to cum.” He grunted these words out and followed them up with three deep, paused thrusts that shoved his dick deeper into my mouth and invaded my throat with what I assumed was sperm. He slowly retracted his dick from the depths of my mouth but before he completely removed it I clamped my lips down on it, not wanting the fullness of having a dick in my mouth to leave. I wanted to keep his dick in my mouth forever; I wanted it all to myself. While I held it captive I sucked it a little more which milked the last drops of sperm and I finally tasted what was shot down my throat. Mr. Willis tapped my cheek signaling to release his dick. I did and sucked down the saliva and cum that covered my lips and chin. “Good?” Mr. Willis asked. “Yes sir, awesome.” I licked my chops, stood up with a boner stretching my underwear. I began to walk back to the couch then Mr. Willis pulled my arm. “Wait, where are you going?” “You came-” “Yep but you didn’t. You got a hard dick that needs to be worked on. You ever had someone suck on your dick Jeremy?” I shook my head no, feeling embarrassed because I didn’t. “Mine isn’t as big as yours” I sadly stated. “Yeah, well you’re still growing buddy. Besides, you’re sporting a decent tent-” Mr. Willis stopped dead in his sentence when we heard the door jiggle. “Dad? Dad, I can’t find Jeremy. Is he in there?” Asher spoke from the other side of the door. “Yeah, he’s in here” Asher jiggled the door knob again. “Can come in?” Asher questioned. “No. Go back to bed.” “What are you doin-” “Ash, get the fuck back upstairs” Mr. Willis cut Asher’s inquiry short and ordered him with a stern voice. The fear of Asher knowing I had sex with his dad worried me but the thrill of having sex with Asher’s dad also excited me. We waited until the shadow that Asher casted under the door disappeared and Mr. Willis began rubbing the back on my legs. I stood there between his legs as he started mouthing my dick while I still had on my underwear. He was blowing hot air on the head which was making it throb even more. After the crotch of my boxerbriefs was soaked with his spit, he slowly peeled them down. I was kind of proud at how my dick sprang out, it hit Mr. Willis in the face and that made me feel dominant for the moment. He took my dick in his hand and looked up to me with this glazed lust in his eyes. “You ready?” ************************************************************************ If you like what you’re reading, please contact me and let me know. Feedback is ail

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Schoolie

Life in The Village, through the eyes of Tom Grant, the only teacher at the remote school.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
(re-written from my 2013 version)

The resemblance of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person is purely coincidental.

If it is illegal, or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?

 

From Chapter 28

Then I look directly at Will when I ask Jarrod the next question. “Is there any chance that you might be able to drop everything off at my place after work, and show us how to set it all up, and make sure that we know how to play everything?”

I smile. Will smirks. Jarrod mentally processes my request, grins broadly then says with enthusiasm, “Sure thing!”

To ensure that he gets the message, I add, “One of us, or both, may need some extra personal assistance. Oh, and I have a very private attic room.” I give him my address and mobile phone number.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” he says, and hugs us both.

Dressed respectably again, we all leave with smiles on our faces.

 

 

Chapter 29 – Pain and Pleasure

 

Waking up today to the warmth of Will”s body spooned up to my back is far more comforting than it was in his absence yesterday. His morning glory is snuggled into the cleft between my cheeks. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. His right arm is lovingly draped across my body with his hand cupping my left pectoral muscle, fondling it ever so lightly.

If he was awake, I”m sure that there would be some more animated movement. I gently take his hand and move it down to greet my own wood. His fingers automatically wrap around it. He heaves a heavy sigh and his breathing returns to being deep and regular. Every now and again, his fingers tighten, as though he was a is checking that his favourite toy is still there. Well… that”s not far from the truth!

I enjoy his touch, front and back, while I think about the day ahead – the theme parks!

But what about the guys at the beach? Should I ask Simon and Luke to come with us? Would that upset the cute young Andy and the energetic Joey? I”ll talk to Will then message Simon early enough to see what he”s doing.

Will hasn”t moved much, beyond the occasional snuggling even closer, if that were possible, plus the perhaps-involuntary movement of his grasping fingers.

I begin to slowly rock my pelvis back and forth which has the dual effect of thrusting my cock a short distance up and down within his hand, while he slides up and down my crack. It suddenly becomes a lot slipperier back there and I know that his bountiful supply of precum has been roused. As I concentrate on masturbating him between and with my cheeks, now contracting them as well as moving them, his hand becomes slick as well.

I manoeuvre my butt until I can feel his cock head at my hole, and I begin some gentle pushing-back motions.

“Hey,” he growls, “did you brush your teeth?”

“Last night before bed,” I reply, “so everything should still be clean.”

“Hmmm,” is all that he says as he joins in the activity, pushing gently until he”s fully inside me. At the same time, I roll slightly towards my stomach. He follows me, snuggling close while continuing long, deliberate strokes.

His hand, still around my cock, is almost underneath my body, so I give it a good slow fucking. He sync”s his body with my gyrations. He starts to grunt and thrust faster and I can tell that he”s about to… and he does! I feel the flush of his hot liquid inside me. He groans, “OMG, you”re good!” As his body spasms to eject the remainder of his load he grasps my cock tightly and says, “Don”t cum yet! Squeeze your bum tight while I pull out. I want you in my mouth.”

“69!” I say, swivelling around. I suck him dry, while he sucks me to wetness.

We enjoy a water-saving shower, albeit with much hugging, kissing, fondling and frotting.

We dress appropriately for a day of fun at the theme parks – cargo shorts, polo shirts and sandals. I”m not sure what to expect at Wet `N” Wild, so we both wear our Speedos underneath.

I ensure that our lightweight backpacks contain towels, sun screen, insect repellent as well as water, fruit, sandwiches and some muesli bars.

I get a reply message from Simon. He and Luke are going to join us. I ask whether he knows what Andy and Joey are doing. There”s room in my car for five if one of them was able to come too.

My phone rings. Simon says, “Hey, I can talk faster than I can text!” then he informs me that he knows Joey has to get a haircut and go with his mum to buy new shoes and a new sports uniform for the resumption of school, so he”ll be busy. He also mentions that Andy won”t be able to come either because he had an accident yesterday and is suffering a black eye and bruising to his back. Andy told him that he tripped and fell down some stairs.

Simon continues, “but it was lucky that he had no broken bones and fortunate too that his mum”s boyfriend happened to be nearby to pick him up.”

I feel a shiver of incredulity, given what Andy had previously told me.

“I”ll collect you outside your apartment in 30 minutes,” I tell Simon, then inform him of what Will and I are wearing and explain the other preparations that we”ve made.

I catch sight of Simon and Luke long before I stop the car. Their predominantly-fluorescent-coloured shirts and board shorts stand out like beacons – oranges, yellows, pinks and blues.

“Wow!” Will exclaims, “We won”t lose sight of you guys today. Nice!”

Luke hands me a couple of bits of paper. “What are these?” I ask.

He replies chirpily, “When I asked my parents” permission to come, my dad downloaded some special-deal vouchers. They will get us all passes for only 30% of the normal price.”

“Hey, thanks, dude!” Will says.

“That”s OK. My pleasure!” Luke replies. Then, after a reflective pause, he adds, “You can make it up to me later.”

Laughs all round.

By way of reminding Will that we are expecting Jarrod tonight, I tell the guys that we”re getting a games console and half a dozen games, plus some tips on how to play them. It”s a (hopefully) subtle hint for Will to `leave something in the tank”.

Then I think back to the night of Will”s `punishment” at Marty”s. I muse that, inside of that Adonis exterior, he”s basically made up of two holding tanks – one for incoming food; the other for sperm and seminal fluid. Both seem oversized.

I had thought that Will might like to ride in the back seat with Luke, but he is `happy” to share the front with me. I also anticipated some raunchy conversation from them, considering our previous fun together.

Wrong again! The discussions are all `clean”, focussed on surfing, electronic games and comparisons between a small school in the `outback” and their local high school of 1200 students.

The boys seem astounded when Will lets slip in the exchange that I am his teacher. They have difficulty reconciling what they know of him and me as brothers and sexual partners with our `professional” association.

The ensuing string of `how?” questions has the potential to go somewhere with which I am not comfortable, so I politely cut them short by steering the discussion to their previous experiences at Movie World, what they liked most and what they would be keen to do today.

Luke liked the film sets and the opportunity to do some `blue screen” acting. The `director” explained a scene and then recorded him acting against a blue background. After that they superimposed it onto various pre-recorded movie scenes. He said that some resulted in being seriously `good” while others were ridiculously hilarious.

Simon liked the stunt bikes” aerials display and also the cops `n” robbers `show” with audience interaction.

When we pay, we are given electronic bracelets which will give us entry to everything and by which they can track any photos that we may have taken with various characters. We can then use the tag numbers to view everything online and decide what we want to purchase in digital format.

We take in as many `live” activities as possible, including dressing up on the Peter Pan set, now with 2 additional lost boys and a Peter Pan. I become Captain Hook. A sword fight with Simon, as Peter, reminds me of a naked role play that I could enjoy with him before I go back to The Village. Haha.

Will enjoys his `blue screen” movie debut as Batman”s young sidekick, Robin, in a fight scene with some crooks. What a ham! I will have to get a copy of this one to show the cherubs!

We finish our time by having photos taken with Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and Marilyn Monroe. It is a huge shock when Will and I, standing one either side of `Marilyn”, both have our bums pinched and Marilyn”s voice changes to baritone, “Now, how are you two cuties, today?” Simon and Luke apparently knew that it was a female impersonator and they are falling over each other laughing.

I dare to hope that the photographer snapped us at the moment of shock. That would make a great conversation piece with Marty and his brothers, Sean and Chad.

“That was the best laugh of the day,” Simon coughs out. “And it only cost me $5. I had asked `Marilyn” to goose you both for $10 but she said that could land her in big trouble if one of us complained to the management.”

“What does `goose you” mean?” Will asks, only to jump and squeal when Luke pushes his middle finger up between Will”s cheeks towards his hole.

“That”s what goosing is!” he laughs. “I hope that your curiosity is satisfied.”

“I may have a bad memory,” Will replies, play-acting as stupid. “I might need a replay to remind me. Or two.”

Well, ordu escort that sets the tone for the next part of the trip, and the rest of the day. Luke tells Simon to sit up front with me while he recites for Will a few stories and poems… `Goosey, goosey gander”, `Mother goose” and `The Goose that laid the golden egg”. It”s difficult to incorporate any accompanying actions when you”re sitting down. LOL.

While driving to Wet `N” Wild, the giggling from the back seat turns to stifled moans. I adjust the rear-view mirror and see a hand in Will”s crotch. I tilt the mirror higher and see Luke kissing Will”s neck, which I know is one of his `hot” spots, like mine. How did Luke find that out? At Simon”s place, saving water?

“Hey!” I startle them. “No marks on the skin, OK?”

“Yes, sir!” Luke answers as if he is fronting the school principal, or a drill sergeant.

Then I add, “And you two had better keep your clothes on back there. I don”t want to be pulled over by any cops!”

“Yes, sir, bro, sir!” Will adds, mimicking the tone used by Luke. There are laughs all round.

I answer my phone on hands-free. Jarrod has quoted me a bargain price for the console and all of the games. I pass my wallet to Will and ask him to read out the credit card details to Jarrod. “OK. See you about seven o”clock,” I call to him, then disconnect.

The water slides are awesome. It makes my skin tingle to hear all of the squeals of delight. I wish that Joey and young Andy could have joined us. They would have loved this. I”ve taken a liking to them, especially to Andy for whom I am beginning to feel more than just protectiveness. He”s a special young guy – a diminutive version of Will, and a fond reminder for me of Kurt… umm, and Karl, of course.

The guys love riding the 4-man tube in the Tornado”s swirling 40m-long tunnel. In the `privacy” of an enclosed tunnel, as well as the adrenaline rush, there is some touchy-feely fun.

We have multiple turns on this ride. At one point we all agree to `flash” our stuff. On another run we each hold the stiff cock of the person to our right until just before we emerge at the exit. On the next run, we reverse the direction. I get both Simon and Luke. Great fun! We delight in our own brazenness.

Will complains that he didn”t `get” me. Luke reminds him that he can `have” me anytime, and that he should learn to share more with less-fortunate friends!

At that comment, Will and I look at each other. I don”t know if he”s thinking what I am, but his face seems to have `Jarrod” written across it.

Jarrod did lament the fact that he didn”t have anyone to `teach him stuff”, didn”t he?

On the trip home, we reflect on what a great day of fun it has been. Adrenaline and testosterone! It proves that you don”t have to engage in full-on sex to enjoy yourself with friends.

I pull up outside the boys” apartment block. They thank us for a wonderful time. Suddenly Luke says, “Hey, isn”t that Andy sitting over there on the grass?” I have to look around before I spot him, partially obscured by a small colourful hibiscus bush. He is hunched, with his knees drawn up to his chest, enveloped by his arms.

Will and the boys call out, “Hi, Andy!” which is greeted only by a raising of his face to see who it is. Knowing what I know, I am instantly drawn by his body language and demeanour to go to him. I ask the boys if they wouldn”t mind letting me speak with him alone. Will is happy to go upstairs with Simon and Luke.

I walk towards Andy, look down on him and say, “Hi, Andy.” He raises his eyes. One has a black half-moon below it with peripheral purple-to-yellow bruising. Both of his eyes are red and puffy. He”s been crying.

“Hello, Tom,” he squeaks out.

I sit next to him. “What”s wrong, buddy?” I ask, putting my arm around his shoulders. He flinches at my touch. I remove my arm then he leans towards me, rests his head near my shoulder and bursts into tears. He wraps one arm across my chest, which I cover with my own, holding him tightly as a show of affection and support, not knowing what else to do without hurting him.

I let him cry. As his tears diminish into sobs, I ask, “What has happened, Andy?”

He shakes his head which I interpret to mean that he is either unable or unwilling to talk about it. His grip on me tightens and the crying starts again.

“He hurt you, didn”t he?” I put to him tenderly. After a pause, I feel him nod.

“Can you tell me?”

He shakes his head and whispers, “He”d kill me, and my mum.”

“Did he tell you that?” I ask, squeezing his arm. He nods.

“Andy, we need to talk about this. Do you want to go back upstairs?”

He looks up at me with the most fearful of expressions.

“Is he up there?”

He nods.

“Is your mum up there?”

“At work,” he manages through his pain.

I ask, “Would you like to come with me to my place for a while? I live just around the corner.”

He rests his head back onto me and I feel him nod.

I ring Simon”s number. He answers almost immediately. “Hi Tom, is Andy OK?”

I reply, “He”s in pain from his accident and may need to see a doctor. I”m taking him back to my place. My Mum is there. Tell Will that he can stay for a while if he likes. He knows his way home, but he shouldn”t be late for dinner.”

“OK, Tom. Thank you. Tell Andy that we hope he gets better quickly.” I hear him tell Will that he can stay longer and not to be late for dinner. Is that a `Hell, Yeah!” that I hear in the background? “Bye, Tom, and thanks again for today,” Simon says before he disconnects.

I stand. Andy `rolls” onto his knees and draws himself very slowly to his feet. “Andy, it really upsets me to see you in pain like this. I would love to give you a hug, but I also don”t want to hurt you.”

He wraps his arms around me, just below chest height. I kiss him on top of his head. “Thank you, Tom,” he whispers in obvious pain. He walks to my car with some discomfort and makes a couple of unsuccessful attempts to ease himself into the passenger seat. I decide that it would be better to walk the short distance with him at an easy pace that causes him as little distress as possible.

I lock the car and leave it. The slow walk gives me the opportunity to speak with him and to ask him some questions. I hope that I have gained his trust sufficiently for him to begin to talk honestly to me. I start with, “Andy, even though he has made threats, this is serious. He can”t be allowed to do this to you, and I think that I should take you to the hospital, to have your injuries checked out. You appear to be hurt worse than I had imagined.”

“I”ll be OK, Tom,” he manages bravely. “Please, I don”t want to see any doctor.”

“But Andy, I can see that you are really hurt. You may have some broken bones, or worse. We just can”t ignore that. I promise you that he will not find out that you”ve spoken to me.” He doesn”t reply. “Andy, please tell me what happened yesterday.”

He is reluctant to talk, but with some encouragement, he begins to `open up”.

“Yesterday, when mum went to work, he stayed with me.”

“What did he do?”

“We were watching TV and he told me to sit on his lap. He put his arms around me and hugged me. It felt OK. Then he started playing with my cock and got it hard.

“How did he hurt you?”

“I could feel his cock getting hard under my backside so I put my hand under me to feel it.”

I say nothing, giving him the opportunity to continue.

“Then he pushed me off him and started punching me in the back and the chest, calling me all sorts of names. I said, `But you were feeling mine!” Then he screamed, `I didn”t give you permission to touch me!” and punched me in the face.”

Andy begins crying. I stop walking and face him. He wraps his arms around me and, between sobs, says, “Then he grabbed me and dragged me out to the stair well and pushed me down. I fell down 8 steps and screamed with the pain.”

After some laboured breathing, he continues, “One of our neighbours came and she asked what had happened. He said, `Andy must have tripped and fallen” then he ran down to me and picked me up and whispered, `You say anything and your mother will be next.” Then he acted really concerned and said aloud, `Are you OK, Andy? How did you trip, little buddy?”. He told my neighbour that he”d look after me then took me back inside. He sent me to my room and told me again not to say anything.”

We continue walking. “Is that all?” I ask, now extremely concerned.

“No,” he manages between two heavy sobs. “This morning when I woke up, he was there. He told my mum that I”d had an accident yesterday and hit my face and back on the stairs when I tripped. He said that he”d stay and look after me today while she was at work.”

“Doesn”t he work?” I ask.

“No. He told my mum that he had been retrenched and was still looking for another job.”

“Did anything happen today? Why were you out on the grass?”

“He wouldn”t let me go out of the door, not even to see Simon and Luke. He told me that he had mates who are cops so if I said anything to the police, they wouldn”t do anything to him and they would tell him and then he”d really hurt me and my mum; maybe he would even kill us both.”

It is hard for me to maintain a calm voice. “Did he do anything to you today?” I feel myself becoming agitated but try not to let Andy see it.

He is silent and begins sobbing again.

“Andy, what happened today?”

I feel his fingers reach for my hand and I take his sympathetically and give it a squeeze of encouragement. He begins to speak slowly and deliberately as if forcing the words to come out.

“He was OK for a while. Then he had a couple of cans of beer. He told me to take off my shirt – so that he could check if I was OK. He said `sorry” when he saw the bruises. He asked, `so you really want to see a man”s cock osmaniye escort and feel it? I”ll let you if you want to, if you don”t tell anyone.” I said `OK” because I thought that he was finally going to be friendly to me. He took his clothes off and let me touch him. It got hard. It”s longer than Will”s. “He told me to sit next to him on the lounge and we played with each other for a while.”

“Is that all?” I ask.

“No.”

“Can you tell me, Andy? You know me. I won”t tell anyone else. I just want to help you.”

“He told me to stand up. He sucked my cock then he told me to lay across his lap so that our cocks were together.” He pauses and takes a deep breath of courage. “Then he held me and put his finger in my bum. I told him, `Don”t!” but he held me down tighter and kept doing it.”

“Did he hurt you?” I fear where this is going.

He is silent.

“Andy? Did he hurt you?”

He stops, wraps both of his arms around me and bursts out crying. Somewhere among the tears and sobs he blurts out, “He hurt me and raped me. He grabbed onto my hips and he…”

“Stop!” I tell him. “You don”t need to tell me the details. I just want to help you.”

The next lot of words rush out as though, with the flood gate now being opened, the rest cannot be held back. “Tom, he said if I told anyone that the next time it wouldn”t be down the stairs, it would be over the balcony, and my mum would go first, while I watched. You won”t say anything, will you Tom? Please! I don”t want him to hurt my mum. I love her.”

I am determined to do something. But, if I take him to the police station to report the assault, the boyfriend”s mates will alert him, then who knows what he will actually do! If I take him to the hospital, they will be obliged to refer the matter to the police anyway. Same scenario.

Andy continues, “He told me to go and shower and clean myself up. The hot water felt good but my whole body was stinging. When I came out, he told me that he was going to move in with my mum, and that he could `look after me” every day while she was at work. Then I escaped and ran downstairs and sat on the lawn until you came.

I tell him, “Andy, I want to hug you so much, but I don”t want to hurt you!” He hugs me tightly instead and I rest my hands lightly on his head.

We reach my house and go in. Mum is there, thank goodness. I introduce Andy to her and tell her that Will and I surf with Andy and his friends. She looks at me, probably thinking, `Why on earth have you brought this young boy here?”

I answer the unvoiced question. “Mum, Andy had an accident and his mother is at work. I thought that we might be able to help him.”

“Of course we can,” Mum says. “I can see what happened to your face, dear. Where else does it hurt?” she asks Andy. He simply moves, with some difficulty, to take off his shirt. I assist him. Mum and I both gasp at the extent of the bruising. She looks at me and says, “Thomas, can you please come and help me get some things from the first aid kit?”

I tell Andy to make himself as comfortable as he can on one of the lounges for a few minutes. Mum leads me out towards the pool.

“Thomas, those bruises are not the result of any accident. He has been bashed!” Mum says, extremely concerned. I can put some arnica cream on them, but he needs to see a doctor, in case he has broken ribs or if there is some internal bleeding.”

“Mum, it”s complicated, as Andy explained it to me. He”s afraid of going to the hospital or reporting it to the police, for fear that his attacker will hurt him even worse than what you see.”

“Let me talk to him,” she urges. We go back into him. Mum collects the cream on the way.

“Andy, dear,” she starts, “will you let me put this cream on your bruises? It will help them heal faster and will take away some of the pain.”

“OK, Mrs Grant,” he replies very timidly. “Thank you.”

“Now, you tell me if it hurts too much and I will stop,” Mum encourages him.

“OK.”

She begins with the less-serious welts so that Andy will get used to her touch. As she continues, he winces, but allows her to keep going. In her own motherly way, she tells Andy that he really needs to let a doctor check for any more serious injuries, and that if anybody did this to him, they must not be allowed to do it again. They really should be reported…”

Andy breaks down in tears and sobs, “I can”t tell. He”ll hurt her!”

I tell Mum, “Andy is afraid for his mother, too.”

“Darling, you need to decide what you want to do. I think that you need to see a doctor, and I think that you should report it to the police. We can help you. Can you tell your mother?”

“No!” Andy wails. “Because then he”ll hurt her too. I”ll be OK now. Thank you, Mrs Grant. It feels better already.” I suspect that this is an act of bravado and a polite way of telling us to back off.

“Andy,” I say. He looks at me. “Can you please think about this very seriously tonight. Mum and I will help you tomorrow, whatever you decide. We don”t want to see you get hurt again, or your mother. We won”t let this happen.”

“OK, Tom. Thank you,” he squeaks. “Thank you, Mrs Grant.” We assist him to put his shirt on again.

At that point, Will walks through the door, With Simon and Luke trailing close behind.

“Mum, these guys are Simon and Luke, Andy”s friends. Guys, this is my Mum.

“Is Andy OK?” Simon asks, with obvious concern and looking from me to Andy.

“I”m fine now Simon,” Andy says, bravely. “Mrs Grant put some special cream on my back to help take away the pain.”

I ask them if they can both look after him until his mother gets home from work, but to be careful because he has some serious bruising from his fall down the stairs. Andy looks at me. His eyes speak, `thank you” for not saying any more than that.

“Come on, buddy. We”ll walk you home and you can come up to my place,” Luke says. Then he reminds me that my car is still there.

I toss Will the keys. “You know how to drive it,” I tell him. He smiles and they all go towards the door together. Mum and I follow.

At the doorway, Andy turns and says, “Thank you Mrs Grant,” and he gives her a hug.

“Goodbye dear,” Mum replies. “We”ll see you tomorrow, and I”m sure you”ll be feeling much better.” As the boys go down the steps, Mum wipes her eyes with her apron.

She closes the door and the tone of her voice instantly changes from sweet to acidic. “Thomas, this is serious. He must report this, and see a doctor.”

“I know, Mum.” I don”t mention the sexual assault but I fill her in and give her enough of a picture of the threats to him for her to understand Andy”s dilemma. I explain the `police mates” connection and Andy”s fear of further retribution to himself and especially to his mother.

“We shouldn”t have let him go home,” she says. “He could have stayed here while we worked out what to do. I could have gone to talk with his mother. If she”s under threat she could stay in our guest room and Andy could have bunked up with you and Will. I have a bad feeling about this, Thomas,” Mum groans.

To be truthful, my decision to let him go back to the apartments is already starting to gnaw at me, too.

“I think he”ll be OK with Simon and Luke looking after him.” I say, trying to assure myself as much as Mum.

I deliberately change the subject and tell her that our `games package” will be delivered tonight about 7 o”clock, and that `the guy from the shop” is going to show us how to set it all up and how to play each of the games.

“OK, then, I”d better put dinner on,” she tells me. Then she turns and gives me a hug. “You are going to make an excellent teacher, Thomas – the way you care for people. I”m proud of you for looking after Andy. I just hope that he decides to let us get help for him tomorrow.”

I go upstairs to ensure that everything is clean, neat and tidy before Jarrod arrives. I hear my car pull up in the driveway. It”s weird not being the driver. Even weirder not being in it at all! Shortly afterwards, Will comes into the room.

“How was he?” I ask.

“He”s in a lot of pain for only falling down some steps,” Will says. “And, I can”t work out how he got only one black eye.”

“That”s all true, but it”s only part of the story,” I tell him. “I”ll tell you later. Let”s focus on Jarrod for the rest of the night, shall we?”

“Hell, Yeah!” he growls, grabbing his crotch.

“You really are incorrigible, you know! Uncle Bill was right!”

“If you say so,” he replies, taking it as a compliment and pumping his hips back and forth, smirking.

He”s antsy all through dinner. I get Will to help me do the dishes. At least that occupies his mind for a short while. We no sooner sit down to watch some TV when the doorbell rings. He jumps up, “I”ve got it,” he announces, almost before it has finished chiming.

I hear, “Hi Will.”

“Come in,” Will says. Jarrod has two boxes. He gives one to Will.

“Hello,” he says as Mum, Dad and Amelia look around.

Amelia shocks me. “Hey, Jarrod. What are you doing here?”

“Just part of our friendly customer service, Amelia. I”m going to show Will and Tom how to set this up and how to play the games that they”ve chosen.”

“Cool!” she replies. Then, turning to me, she adds, “I hope you are going to share!”

Knowing that she is referring to letting her play the games, I reply, “Definitely!” However, I look straight at Will. He smiles, knowingly.

“Come on!” Will says, “I”ll show you where to put it.” He looks to me for some reaction, then winks. They disappear up the stairs.

“How do you know Jarrod?” I ask Amelia.

“Hey, I spend a lot of time in that shop, Thomas, and I”m pretty darn good at lots of games, if you”re up for a challenge.” Then she floors me with, “Besides, he”s the older brother of one of my friends.” She doesn”t say `gay brother”, but I ostim escort get the feeling that, just maybe, he”s one of the guys that she told me about.

If that”s the case, I don”t want to appear too anxious to follow and join them. After a couple of minutes Amelia says, “Thomas, are you going to leave those two alone up there together? Aren”t you going to watch them?” Her comment almost certainly confirms my hunch. Is she concerned at two gay and very sexy boys being alone in my bedroom?

“Yes, I suppose that I should see how to set everything up, although it”s not necessary if Will can do it. It”s more for him than for me anyway.” I amble across to the stairs.

I avoid the squeaky step on the way up. The door is closed – but only for a moment longer. When I push it open, I”m not at all surprised that they are groping each other!

They look surprised, but Will says, very matter-of-factly, “Oh, there you are! We were waiting for you.”

“It actually looks like you started without me,” I say with a stern face which I cannot maintain before it breaks into a broad grin. I close the door. “Give me two minutes while I take a pee and brush my teeth.”

“Will looks at me with a perplexed but expectant grin at the use of our code phrase. I use my index finger to make brushing movements across my pearly whites. His smirk disappears. So, he was expecting more, eh? I confess that it had crossed my mind also.

While I use the brush and toothpaste, I consider Will”s intention. Maybe with condoms we could give Jarrod a lesson, or at least a demonstration! I take the enema gear out for Will to use, perhaps.

When I emerge, I have to admonish them, “Put those things away guys! Can”t you at least wait for a while? Business before pleasure?” They laugh and stow their gear back into their pants.

“Will, I think you should brush your teeth too. You”ve just had dinner.” He looks at me and makes teeth-brushing movements and raises an inquiring eyebrow. I shake my head once and wink. He mouths the words `Hell, hey!” and disappears, closing the bathroom door behind him.

I tell Jarrod that I”ll help him to unpack the console and controllers and to set everything up, and that I”ll leave him to show it again to Will while I go downstairs and get some coffees. I pretend to be stupid, which isn”t all that hard when it comes to these leads and plugs and other stuff. I ask Jarrod lots of questions and suggest that he shows me a second time, including how to load the games – all aimed at enabling Will to have sufficient time to clean himself properly. He comes out smiling.

I ask Jarrod to start again with Will while I go downstairs. “Coffee, Jarrod? How do you like it?” Will looks at me. “The coffee, Will. The coffee! Incorrigible,” I say as I close the door behind me.

Amelia is quick to ask, “What, finished already?”

“No, Sis,” I tell her. “Just beginning. I came down for some coffees for us.”

Mum says, “Take up some muffins too. There are some fresh ones in the pantry – not that cakes ever have the chance to go stale around here!”

Amelia looks right at me, almost right through me, as though trying to discern whether 3 gay guys are going to `get up to something”. Her X-ray stare is greeted by my poked tongue.

I put the muffins onto a tray with three different coloured mugs. Jarrod”s is black – for black coffee, two sugars. Mine”s the blue one. For fun, I make Will”s coffee in a pink one – I know that he”ll make me pay for this! Hell, Yeah!

I set the tray down. Jarrod is already demonstrating one of the games. “”P” for `Pause””, he says, and stops the action. I give him the black mug and take my blue one.

Jarrod says, “Thank you.”

Will says, “I”m gonna get you for this, you know!” as he picks up the pink one.

The muffins disappear quickly.

It only takes another 45 minutes for Jarrod to demonstrate all of the things that he has brought, and to explain each game and their `levels” to Will.

“Well, that”s about everything,” Jarrod says, “unless you”d like to see something else!”

“What do YOU think?” Will growls seductively at him.

I say to them, “Do you guys mind if I sit over on the chair and watch?” They look at me. “Or, I can just read a book.”

“As if!” Will retorts.

Jarrod looks a little hesitant at playing to an audience, but when Will removes his pants and stands facing him in just his tented undies, Jarrod is `hooked”.

I lock the door and sit down.

Jarrod removes his shirt while Will starts on Jarrod”s trousers. When they come off, Will says, “Wow!” at the leopard skin jockstrap, straining to contain everything up front. “Turn around, slowly,” he tells Jarrod, who complies, thereby giving me, too, a good look. “I”ll take yours off and you can do mine.”

I”m already hard and the `action” hasn”t even started yet. Jarrod”s hairy body is in total contrast to Will”s smooth one. They seem to enjoy the sensation of rubbing themselves against each other”s different texture.

Will draws Jarrod to the side of the bed then sits and starts sucking him for a while, much like in the shop. Then he `falls” backwards, pulling Jarrod on top of him. There is much hip movement from both of them. Will seems to enjoy playing with Jarrod”s hairy bum cheeks – rubbing and squeezing. One of them rolls the other person over, and all is repeated, from a different perspective, with Will on top.

“Can we do 69?” Jarrod asks. Will is quick to move. Their mouths become busy. So do their hands.

“Hey, Tom,” Will calls, pulling his mouth off Jarrod for a moment. “Want to join us? Get over here behind me.”

I”m not slow to respond. I was half undressed anyway, stroking myself while enjoying their excitement. I lose my shirt and, before spooning up to Will, I grab the lube, condoms and a towel, putting them within reach.

“What are they for?” Jarrod asks. “Are you guys gonna fuck? What, with me here?

“You want to know how to do it?” I ask him.

“OMG,” he says. “Are you seriously gonna do it? In front of me?”

“Stop talking, Tom, and show him,” Will says, separating himself from Jarrod. Will gets onto all fours and says, “Watch him Jarrod, and you might even get a turn!”

“Are you sure that you”re OK with this?” I ask Will.

“Yep.”

“OMG. You guys would let me do it with you? Will you teach me? OMG! I can”t believe this!”

“But,” I warn him, “one word or even a hint to my sister, or yours, and you”ll be dead meat! Seriously!”

I take sufficient time to show Jarrod how to loosen up Will”s hole with lube and various fingers. “You do it.” I tell him.

“What? You want me to stick my fingers in his arse?”

“It”s OK. He washed himself out. It”s all clean. Just do what you saw me do.”

He is tentative, but soon relaxes when Will starts moaning and complimenting him. I show him how I roll on my condom and lube it up. Then I get him to remove his fingers and I line my cock up with Will”s hole. I ease myself in and begin to pump slowly. Then faster.

“OMG,” Jarrod says. “I think I”m gonna cum just watching you two go at it.”

Alarm bells.

“Wait!” I call, and pull out. I help Jarrod with a condom over his hairiness, enjoying a good feel of him. I hand him the lube and tell him to do it. I help him line up with his target and suggest that he goes slowly to savour the moment. I see him experience slight resistance and then Will”s hole lets him in. He slides all of the way into Will”s well-prepared tunnel.

“Aargh! Fuck! This feels awesome!” he cries out softly.

“Go slowly and you”ll enjoy it more,” Will tells him. “So will I.”

The next minute is filled with `OMG”s, `Fuck”s and `Oh Yeah”s. Then he groans, “I can”t hold it back any longer.”

“Push all the way in, as far as you can, and hold it there,” I tell him. He does. Then I press my own body behind his, reach around him and grab onto Will, sandwiching Jarrod in the middle of both bodies. I enjoy the sensation of Jarrod”s spasming muscles and his grunts and squeals as he fills his condom within the heat of Will”s body.

The thrill of sharing Jarrod”s first full sexual experience has pushed me to the brink. I can tell from his breathing that Will is close too. I tell Jarrod to lie on his back on the bed. I remove my condom and start jacking off towards him. Will joins me from the other side. Amid moans of pleasure, Jarrod is soon criss-crossed by spurts from two different directions at once. I retrieve the towel to wipe him down.

Saving water with three, is a crowd but absolute fun.

“Tom, Will, I can”t thank you both enough for this!” He hugs Will and I hear, “next time I see you, maybe I can return the favour.”

“Hell, Yeah!” Will growls, giving him one final hug and a jiggling grope.

On the way out, in response to Amelia”s ambiguous `How were they?” question, Jarrod tells her, “I expect that they”ll be even better the next time I see them.”

I jump in, “Yeah, Sis, so you”d better start practising. Will and I will have a 3-way games tournament with you next holidays. Prepare to be flogged!”

“In your dreams, Thomas!” she shoots back.

Will is keen to play with his new games. “Go try them out. I”ll be up soon.” I say. Amelia offers to `help”. “Sorry, Sis. You know the rules – my room is out of bounds.” She is slightly miffed. I continue, “Let Will play at his own pace tonight and then he can bring everything down to the lounge room tomorrow, and you can have a go then.” She seems appeased.

My phone vibrates. It”s a message from Andy. rember U 4 that. friends

I reply.

A few minutes later, a reply.

I message back.

 

(to be continued)

 

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Previously:

Eric tricked with Charlie in a motel, with Frank waiting to tail him home.

Chapter 20 Monday, February 8, 1988
11:10 pm

Frank hung back a good two blocks before pulling south onto Cicero Avenue. It was hard to tail a bus because the damn thing stopped every couple of blocks, and a car doing the same behind it would be as obvious as a turd in a bag of marshmallows. He had to watch from a good distance and try to time the lights so that he could plausibly stay behind. Fortunately this only lasted a couple of miles until Eric got off the bus near the huge Ford City shopping mall.

Frank was glad that it was after eleven and the mall was closed, which no doubt was the only thing preventing another dipsy-doodle like Mark had pulled. Eric ducked into a convenience store just across the street, escaping the cold, and Frank killed his headlights and pulled into a parking space where he could watch the entrance.

Before long, maybe ten minutes, a blue Ford Taurus pulled up to the store but nobody got out. It was a rental, evidenced by the sticker in the rear window. Almost immediately Eric came out with a small bag of whatever goodies he had purchased and climbed into the passenger seat. Frank could see the silhouettes of two heads as they came together briefly, probably kissing. How sweet.

The Taurus pulled out slowly, apparently taking no chances of attracting attention, and continued south on Cicero. Frank followed them about a mile down to 95th Street where they turned west and drove several more miles to a tacky little motel in a suburb called Hickory Hills.

It was midnight. Eric and a stocky man in his early forties got out and went casually into a room, chatting and laughing without apparent concern that anyone might see. Frank parked among the used cars in a closed auto dealership across the street and settled in to wait.

There was no radio this time. Just the free pervert.

At one o”clock on the nose the motel door opened and Eric stepped out, waving a cheerful goodbye to the smiling john inside. Frank swallowed the dregs of his spiked coffee and quickly screwed the cap back onto his thermos. He couldn”t believe the guy wasn”t even going to drive the kid back to civilization.

Eric walked about a block — in the wrong direction, no less — and stopped. It took Frank a moment to notice that it was a marked stop for the suburban bus line. Within minutes a bus appeared and the boy climbed aboard. This kid was a lot more self-sufficient than any eleven-year-old Frank had ever known, at least in terms of getting himself around the city.

Frank played cat and mouse with the bus all the way back downtown, where the boy finally got off at Jackson and State. Eric ran across and barely caught a northbound 151, and the slow-motion chase continued through the blue-blood high-rises of Streeterville and the rehabbed glitz of Uptown, then on into the relative shabbiness of Lakeview. Eric finally disembarked at Sheridan and Irving Park and walked two blocks west to a row of old brownstones, where he rang a buzzer and was immediately admitted.

Frank cruised around a couple of blocks but didn”t find a parking space where he could see the building. That was the problem with the damn north side, not nearly enough parking. Sometimes Frank had to park so far from his own apartment he had to take a bus to get home.

There was a little all-night diner on the diagonally-opposite corner from the apartment, so he parked the Chrysler in the middle of the next block and walked back. It was after two and he was actually rather grateful for the chance to get some fresh coffee and maybe some eggs. He grabbed a window booth with a panoramic view of the block and made himself comfortable.

He didn”t think this was Johnny”s place. It could be, of course, but after the stunt Mark had pulled to keep from being followed it didn”t seem likely that Eric would walk right up and ring the buzzer without even glancing over his shoulder. No, this was just another customer, and if it kept up the pattern of the other two Frank figured he had an hour, until a little after three AM. He ordered his eggs.

By four o”clock Frank was starting to re-think his position. Maybe it was Johnny”s place after all, but then again he hadn”t seen any other boys go into the building, or anyone at all, for that matter. Surely Eric couldn”t have been the latest one to come home, prostitution being pretty much an all-night business. Which probably explained it, didn”t it? This last trick had paid for Eric to stay the night. Christ, the little shit might be in there until noon!

God, he hated stakeouts.

“I”m sorry, honey,” the waitress said at ten to five. “The limit on free refills is ten, and I let you slide on the last one but if you want any more you”ll have to pay for another cup.”

Jesus, had he really had eleven cups of coffee in three hours? No wonder his bladder felt the size of the Hindenburg. “That”s fine,” he said. “Fill me up again and put it on the tab. But I”d better visit the facilities and make some room for it.”

The waitress chuckled as Frank hauled his stiff body out of the booth and made his way slowly to the can. It was surprisingly clean and odor-free, and he felt a lot better after finishing his business and washing his face with cool water. Heading back to the booth he was looking forward to one more cup of joe when he glanced out the window and gasped in surprise. Eric was on the move, jogging across to the bus stop right outside the diner, and wouldn”t you know the bus was less than a block away.

“Shit!” Frank hissed, and threw twenty bucks onto the table as he grabbed his coat and hurried to the door.

“This is way too much!” the waitress shouted after him.

“Keep it!” he said, and stepped as casually as he could out onto the sidewalk next to his young quarry. Just as the bus pulled up before them the boy looked him over appraisingly, and when Frank glanced back the kid smiled.

“Hi,” he said, his breath clouding in the pre-dawn cold.

“Um, hi yourself,” Frank replied, authentically flustered. The boy giggled and climbed aboard the nearly empty bus just ahead of Frank, scooting quickly into a window seat. Frank sat two seats directly behind Eric, where he could keep a close eye on him but not be easily observed himself.

They had gone only a few blocks when Eric got up out of his seat. Frank was glad that he hadn”t gone for his car because it looked like Eric would have been off the bus already by the time Frank caught up to it. But a second later the boy astounded him by not moving to the exit door at all, but rather plopping down in the aisle seat right next to Frank!

“Hi again,” he said with a knowing smile.

Frank could only stare for a second. “Hi again yourself,” he said. He tried to sound casual but he couldn”t keep the surprise out of his voice.

Eric said in a playful sing-song, “You”re following me.” He wasn”t the slightest bit frightened. It was Frank whose heart was pounding.

“No I”m not.”

“Sure you are,” the boy said smugly, making unflinching eye contact. “You were in that restaurant and when you saw me your mouth came open and your eyes got real big like this…” He made a funny, goggle-eyed face and then laughed.

How embarrassing if this little kid had made him so easily. Maybe Charlie could have tailed him just as well after all. He regained some composure.

“Why would I be following you?”

Eric smiled impishly. He leaned in close to Frank”s ear and whispered, “Because you like boys!”

Frank must have looked astonished because he certainly was, but whatever face he made it tickled Eric to no end. The boy laughed out loud, steadying himself with a hand on Frank”s arm as if he”d fall out of his seat without it. Frank glanced around nervously, glad the bus was nearly empty. A guy could get the shit kicked out of him if people thought he was following a kid around like that.

“Don”t worry, nobody”s paying attention,” Eric said. “I think it”s neat that you followed me. I like it when guys go ape like that.”

Frank swallowed. It was much better, of course, to have the boy think he was following out of sexual interest than to know the real reason. It still screwed up the surveillance, though, because now Eric knew his face and would surely notice if he continued to follow.

“So,” Eric said softly, “do you live alone?”

Uh-oh, Frank thought. Here comes the pitch! He had to play it out, of course, and now that he thought of it maybe he could even get some information while he was at it.

“No, I”m married,” he said just above a whisper, and noted the disappointment on the boy”s face. “Do you have a place, maybe? Like when your Mom”s not home or something?”

Hell, maybe he could get himself invited right into Johnny”s hideout!

“No,” Eric said flatly. “It has to be your place, or a hotel or something.”

“Well, I guess a hotel would be OK.” Frank tried to smile. He was still uncomfortable playing this part but there was nothing else to do. “I”m on my way to work now,” he said. “Can I get your phone number, so we can set something up?” Even unlisted numbers, pagers and cell phones can be traced if the phone company thinks you”re a cop.

“Nope, it doesn”t work that way, either,” the boy said. “Not until I know you better. I”m sorry it”s so hard, but if you give me your number I can call you.”

Frank hesitated, then decided to go ahead. If he lost Eric now because he couldn”t follow as closely at least there would be some hope of picking up the trail again. He rummaged in his pockets for something to write on until Eric produced a small spiral notebook and a pen. Frank wrote his home number and the name Charlie.

“OK, Charlie,” the boy said with a smile. “You know it costs money, right?”

“Yeah,” Frank assured him. “I understand.”

“Cool.” Eric looked around with a mischievous leer. “Here”s a free sample,” he said, and before Frank could react the boy”s hand was between his legs giving his Johnson a solid tweak. Frank jumped and banged his head against the bus window and Eric burst out in guffaws. He got up and moved to the exit.

“My name”s Eric. Bye bye, Charlie,” he said, and jumped off the bus the second it stopped.

Frank rode one more sakarya escort block, rubbing his head, then hurried back along the frozen sidewalk before Eric turned out of sight. He followed the boy two blocks down a side street, one block over, then two blocks back the direction they had come. Eric wasn”t being nearly as careful as Mark had been and it wasn”t hard to stay out of sight on these deserted residential streets. There were plenty of porches and poles and bushes to use for cover and Eric was the only one on the sidewalk, impossible to lose. At high noon it might be another matter, but an hour before sunup it was easy.

Tuesday, February 9, 1988
7:12 am

It was relatively easy for Charlie to find the location, thanks to Frank”s careful directions. The phone call had woken Charlie from the best sleep he”d had in weeks, but it was just as well because he felt guilty even about that. It wasn”t bad enough that a willing eleven-year-old was all it took to make him forget Andy”s peril in favor of his own pleasure; now he had guilt over sleeping peacefully while Frank worked all night. Charlie found him huddled in a bus shelter on the corner.

“Oh, shit, it”s freezing!” Frank complained as he hurried into the Pontiac”s passenger seat. “Blast that heater, man! Jesus!”

Charlie turned the blower on full speed. “How long have you been out here?”

“Damn near two hours,” Frank said, rubbing his hands and blowing warm breath on them.

“I”m sorry it took so long…”

Frank cut him off. “No, it”s OK. Actually you got here pretty fast.”

“OK, so what”s going on?” Charlie asked.

“I”m pretty sure this is Johnny”s place,” Frank said. “I tailed Eric here, and since then I”ve seen two other young boys go in and one come out.”

“It”s a pretty big building. Families with kids could live here.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn”t all sneak in and out through the alley,” Frank said. “My bet is Johnny lives on the top floor. There are names and apartment numbers on the four doorbells for the lower floors, but not for the two up top.”

“So what do we do now?” Charlie asked.

“One of us goes home and goes to bed,” Frank said. “That would be me. You get to stake the place out and watch for Andy. I”ll try to spell you in four or five hours.”

“You want to take my car?”

“No, I”ll grab the bus back to where mine is parked. What are you gonna do, stand out in twenty-degree weather all day? You”d be a perv-sicle.”

“I see your sparkling wit didn”t get frozen,” Charlie said.

“Easy target,” Frank replied. “There”s a spot next to a green garage in the back alley where you should be able to park and see the door. Pull around there as soon as I leave. And listen, don”t run the engine more than you have to. The exhaust is visible, and somebody will notice you.”

“OK. What do I do if I see Andy?”

“Nothing. At that point we”ll know where he lives and we can fall back and figure out the best way to approach him without spooking Johnny. We don”t want to go off half-cocked and end up blowing it.”

“Should I follow him if he goes someplace?” Charlie asked.

“No! Look, no offense, OK? But we”re too close now to risk ruining it with an amateur tail. This Johnny character may be watching Andy closely. Why take a risk if we know where to find him?”

“Yeah, OK,” Charlie said. “I guess you”re right.”

“Here comes the bus. I”ll meet you in the alley about twelve-thirty, one o”clock.”

“Right,” Charlie said as Frank climbed out of the car and ran to the bus stop.

The spot between the trash bins and the green garage was pretty sheltered, but Charlie figured anybody walking or driving by would surely see him unless he ducked down. He noticed that the bins were marked with recycling symbols: paper, glass, plastic.

An environmentalist pimp, evidently.

Charlie”s first hour of surveillance brought no new information except that February gets goddamn cold in a parked car with the engine off. The sun was fully up but it hadn”t brought significant warmth with it. He wished he”d had the foresight to stop on the way and buy about six cups of hot coffee, though of course they”d be cold by now anyway.

He wondered what it was like inside Johnny”s lair. Warm, he”d bet. Eric was in there. Sweet, soft Eric. He felt a stirring as visions came uninvited into his mind; tender, naked flesh and soft, searching lips. He tried to banish the image but failed, and he could almost feel the satiny smoothness of Eric”s lovely body. One second it was Eric in a memory and the next it was Andy in a fantasy, and between them it seemed more than he could stand.

God, what a selfish jerk he was! Here was Andy prostituting himself just to survive, something no human being should ever have to do, much less a child, and all Charlie could think of was what he”d be like in the sack. The guilty thoughts continued to pummel him and he couldn”t stop himself from wondering if somehow he could actually have Andy just once before sending him to Oklahoma City. Quite the rescuer, wasn”t he? Here, kid. I”ll save you from Johnny the Pimp because I”m so morally superior to the likes of him, but first, how about hopping onto this cock for a test drive?

He was such an asshole!

It was nearly eleven before Charlie saw the first face he recognized. The fire door opened a crack and two small sets of eyes carefully peeked out. Charlie ducked down and listened as Eric and another boy burst out the door and romped down the alley, jabbering and fooling around in a kids” world all their own. Charlie suppressed the impulse to shout out to them, and wistfully peeked as they scampered away. These two could have been him and Stevie about a million winters ago, hurrying off to the sledding hill or a snowball fight with the warm flavor of each other still on their tongues. Their happy, high voices faded far too quickly, and Charlie was alone once more with his friends the trash bins.

He was stiff, cold and hungry. Another ninety minutes passed and five more boys had come out the door but there had been no sign of Andy. Charlie had by this time convinced himself that Andy wasn”t even in there. With as many Johnnys as there must be in Chicago it would take all the dumb luck in the world to have stumbled upon the right one.

What did they really have to go on, anyway? A street hustler said he made a porno with a kid who maybe kinda sorta looked like Andy. But to get that hundred bucks wouldn”t he tell you whatever you wanted to hear? Was it even possible that Andy could have been in a porno film already? He”d only been in town for three weeks and Gerry the director didn”t recognize the description of Andy, even with the mention of facial scars. Great little cocksucker, the hustler said. Like he was born for it. That sounded like Eric, but of course they hadn”t known about him at the time.

Then Mark gave up the name Johnny and Andy”s letter mentioned a Johnny and that seemed like a lead, but Frank had described Andy perfectly and got Eric instead, which certainly had its perks for Charlie but they weren”t sure it put them any closer to Andy. It was the only clue they had and so they would follow it until it played out, but if Andy was in this building Charlie would consider himself the proverbial monkey”s uncle.

The throaty growl of a powerful engine startled Charlie alert, and he crouched down in his seat seconds before a current model, onyx-black Corvette roared up the alley. It stopped with confident precision exactly in front of the fire door, like an Olympic gymnast sticking a perfect dismount. Charlie had to duck quickly as the driver”s head turned to check out the Pontiac, but he was pretty sure he wasn”t seen because when he did peek over the dashboard again the man appeared wholly unconcerned about anyone watching.

He was three-quarters turned away, but even so this Johnny cut an impressive figure. The total picture was of a handsome and successful young man with the world by the short hairs, from the brand-new “Vette to the fine leather coat to the designer sunglasses and fifty-dollar haircut. Pimping boys was apparently a lucrative venture. Of course, this could be the landlord or the local coke dealer or anybody else who rakes in a good buck, but somehow Charlie just knew that this was the man himself.

Then the fire door opened and Charlie”s heart began to race, for there in the doorway was the beautiful face he”d feared he”d never see again. Andy was grinning and gabbing animatedly as he threw his backpack into the rear compartment and happily climbed into the shining new car. Charlie felt a stab in his heart as the man and boy embraced and deeply kissed, but what did he expect? That Andy was screwing every boylover in Chicago except for his own pimp? Besides, Charlie had no claim on this boy. He”d done everything he could to keep Andy from even suspecting the truth of his attraction.

Suddenly he wasn”t so sure if Andy would even want to see him. Maybe being rescued was the last thing he needed. The kid looked great; nicely healed, well dressed and apparently happy, and he was tongue-kissing a gorgeous man in a brand-new top-of-the-line sports car. When Charlie was eleven would he have wanted to trade that for an orphanage in Oklahoma City? By comparison this looked like Disneyland with boners.

Johnny picked up the car phone but he didn”t dial so it must have been an incoming call. He spoke for a few seconds then tucked the phone under his chin and began unfolding a road map as he listened. Andy leaned over to see as well, and when the boy pointed to a spot very near the top of the map Johnny smiled at him and nodded in the affirmative. Road maps and backpacks don”t usually mean a trip to the grocery store. This had to be at least overnight.

Suddenly the Corvette roared away and Charlie”s thoughts swirled like a snow globe after a damn good shake. Frank had told him not to follow — ordered him is more like it — but that was based on knowing where they could find Andy whenever they were ready. But what if Johnny was moving him somewhere? What if Johnny had another pad, in another city, even? North. They had pointed to the top of the map. Did Johnny have another operation up north, like Milwaukee maybe? But why would he need a map to find his own place? No, it had to be somewhere else, a place Johnny had never been before. He had to decide! Christ, Charlie had just found the kid and two minutes later he could be losing him again!

He started the engine and gunned the Pontiac out of the parking space, nearly swiping a utility pole in the process. He barreled out to the corner and frantically scanned the traffic in both directions on Irving Park samsun escort Road, but the Corvette was already out of sight.

“Dammit!” he said between clenched teeth. They were going north, they”d want the expressway. What the hell was it? The Kennedy, the one that goes to the airport. Yeah, but where was that from here? Charlie said “Shit!” really loud and peeled out to the left, fishtailing on a patch of snow and scaring hell out of an old man and his dog.

Charlie swerved in and out of traffic, cursing at everyone who didn”t seem to want to go sixty in a thirty-five zone and alternating his foot between hard on the gas and hard on the brake. He slipped through a stale yellow light at Ashland Avenue, which actually was red long before he was through it, and almost had heart failure when he saw the blue and white patrol car waiting in traffic facing the other way. He hit the brakes and held his breath as he watched in the rear-view mirror, but the cop”s roof lights never came on and Charlie was soon out of sight.

“Don”t push it, Coleman,” he said out loud. “You can”t help Andy from a prison cell.”

He slowed a little but still worked his way between the cars to inch ahead as much as possible. Unlike most of the city streets Irving Park Road was four lanes wide, which helped, and it hadn”t snowed in a week so the street was clear, but with the stop lights and traffic it was still slower going than he would have liked. At least he was reasonably sure he was going the right direction, because he knew Johnny”s place was only a mile from Lake Michigan and the Pontiac wasn”t floating yet. He figured he must be going away from the lake and that sounded right, and then he spotted the blue Interstate sign, “To West I-90/94”.

“What the fuck…?” He wanted north, not west. A block later he spotted the airport sign, just a little green diamond with a picture of an airplane and the word “O”Hare.” The Kennedy went sort of northwest, he suddenly remembered from the map, and he decided to go for it.

He had to follow a confusing little jog at Irving Park and Pulaski to get on the entrance ramp, and he almost missed the second turn because it made no sense at all and must have been designed by someone with a very sick sense of humor, but finally he was on the Kennedy.

The midday traffic was light, which of course was heavier than Paxton could get if every car in town came out at once, but it was moving at the speed limit and he was able to slalom the lanes and pick up some time. In less than a minute he was at a major fork, half the lanes going right and half left, and he had to make a fast decision. The lanes going right said “Edens Expy North Milwaukee” and so Charlie shrugged and followed the magic word “north”.

It felt very weird to be hauling ass like that. He had been so careful for so many years not to attract the attention of the cops that he didn”t really remember how to drive this way, and it was white-knuckle time. A lot of other cars were also setting land speed records so he wasn”t too worried about the cops, but skidding out of control into a viaduct wouldn”t be a lot of fun, either. And if that black Corvette was one of the leadfoots he might as well forget it because there was no way his rusty old six-banger was going to catch three hundred and forty-five horses of high-performance V8.

In five more minutes he passed an exit called Petersen and started to think about throwing in the towel. It was probably the better idea anyway. Andy only had a backpack”s worth of stuff with him. He was probably just going to spend the night with some trick — the lucky bastard. Andy would be back at Johnny”s place tomorrow and he and Frank would pick up the trail again there. Trying to follow was rash and stupid. Locating Andy in this enormous city had been as lucky as finding a contact lens on a sawdust floor. This was no time to screw things up playing detective.

He eased off the gas and coasted down to the speed limit, looking right so he could get over and exit this damned expressway before he got thoroughly lost. A tractor-trailer was moving up fast in his blind spot and so he watched and waited for it to pass, but then his eyebrows went up and his breath failed him. There behind the truck was a jet-black Corvette — the black Corvette — and the handsome man and the beautiful boy smiled and sang along with the stereo as they cruised at precisely the speed limit.

Big old jet airliner
don”t carry me too far away.
Whoa-oh-oh
Big old jet airliner
“cause it”s here that I want to stay.

Johnny grinned at his little duet partner. “Hey, how come you know old Steve Miller songs? You weren”t even born yet when that was out.”

“Billy”s Mom always played old records. I know lots of old songs.”

“You”ve got a good voice,” Johnny said, and when Andy blushed he added, “No really, you do. You”re a boy soprano, really clear and high.”

“I like to sing,” Andy said, still red in the face. “You sound good, too.”

“Oh, yeah, right. I”m a regular Vic Damone.”

They listened to the radio for a few seconds until Andy asked, “How long before we get there?”

“Oh, a couple hours I”d guess,” Johnny said. “Are you in a hurry?”

“No!”

“What”s the matter, kiddo? Scared?”

“Maybe a little.”

“What”s to be scared of?” Johnny asked. “You”ve done lots of tricks already.”

“Yeah, but not like this one.”

“What”s so special about this one?”

“Well, isn”t he…” Andy hesitated. “Isn”t he gonna fuck me?”

“You figured that out, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, Kenny did.”

Johnny scowled. “Kenny needs to mind his own business.”

“Don”t be mad at him, OK Johnny? I asked him how come you never did that to me yet, like maybe you didn”t like me that way. But Kenny said you liked me a real lot and there must be some other reason why you didn”t do it, like maybe you were saving it for some special hawk.”

“Kenny told you that? That I like you a lot?”

“Yeah,” Andy said, looking at his hands self-consciously. “He said you called me your new treasure.”

“I”ll be damned,” Johnny muttered, turning back to his driving. That kid was one surprise after another. Johnny knew Kenny was jealous as hell over him and Andy but he still stuck up for him when Johnny needed it. And though he should have kept his nose out of Johnny”s business with regard to Green, it didn”t seem to have put Andy off any. The kid knew he was on his way to get his butt reamed by a total stranger and here he was singing away like it was a Sunday School picnic. Kenny must have put one hell of a spin on it.

Andy blurted, “Why don”t you like Kenny anymore?”

Johnny didn”t say anything for a moment. It was a damn good question, really, one he”d asked himself more than once. Was he pissed at Kenny for growing pubes? That was hardly rational. Or was he pissed at himself because he couldn”t seem to let go? Kenny had been a great hustler but it was over. Andy had come along wonderfully, much faster than most. He wouldn”t need a mentor anymore, especially after tonight. The time had come for Kenny just as it had for dozens of boys before. It was a simple business decision. So what was the problem?

“Who says I don”t like him anymore?” he finally asked, staring intently at the road ahead.

“Remember when him and Barry were fighting that day? And you hit Barry for stealing money?”

“Of course I remember, but that had nothing to do with Kenny.”

“They were fighting because Barry said you were going to kick Kenny out for being too old. He was real upset. He even cried a little, but he tried to hide it. Are you really gonna make Kenny go away?”

How could Johnny clue this boy in without freaking him out? He could probably bullshit him, get him through today”s special trick just by saying Barry”s got it all wrong, but for some reason Johnny wanted to talk about it. Maybe he needed to figure some things out too.

“Well kid, it”s like this,” he said. “There”s all different kinds of chickenhawks out there. Some like their boys really little, like five years old, and some like teenagers with hair on their bodies. In my business I”ve always catered to the guys in the middle, who like bigger boys but who still don”t have any hair yet. Maybe that”s because it happens to be what I like.”

“So Kenny has to go away because he has hair now?”

“You have to give the customers what they want,” Johnny said, annoyed at the pleading tone he detected in his own voice. He didn”t have to justify himself to this little shit, but on the other hand he was the one who had started down this road.

“What am I supposed to do? Feed him and take care of him forever when he”s not bringing in any money?”

Andy”s eyes were wet. “So then when I grow hair you”ll kick me out, too?”

Johnny sighed. It had been a big mistake to start this conversation. What the hell was the matter with him lately? He just couldn”t think straight when it came to Kenny.

“That won”t happen for a long time,” Johnny said. “And by then you”ll be bigger and you”ll be able to take care of yourself. And don”t worry about Kenny. He”s a smart kid. He”ll get along OK.”

“What will he do?” Andy asked in a small voice.

“There”s plenty of hawks cruising for teenagers,” Johnny said, a little too forcefully. Who was he convincing, Andy or himself? “Kenny will get so much work he won”t know what to do with all the money.”

“But won”t you miss him? I sure will.”

“Yes, I”ll miss him.” Hell, he missed Kenny already, and he wasn”t even gone yet.

“And Mark will be sad.”

“Yes he will,” Johnny said. “But the time comes when every man has to strike out for himself. I was on my own when I was twelve and I did pretty damn good. Now it”s Kenny”s time, and someday it will be Mark”s time, and then yours. That”s how life works. Deal with it.”

The Edens Expressway swung left a few miles, then right again and joined Interstate 294, the Tri-State Tollway. The toll booth caught Charlie by surprise and he suffered a moment of panic when he realized the Corvette would be right alongside him as they inched up to the cash box in adjacent lanes. He thought of wedging into the next lane, or letting someone in front of him, but it was too late and so he just put his hand to his face as if he was scratching and looked the other direction, hoping fiercely that Andy would not spot him or the car. From the one glance he allowed himself at the “Vette it seemed they were embroiled in conversation, and that apparently kept Andy occupied enough to let Charlie pass unnoticed. Back on the open road he stayed well behind and took cover behind several large trucks that ankara sarışın escort conveniently paced them at the speed limit.

He wasn”t in the city anymore, Toto, but it wasn”t the farmland he was used to, either. Huge industrial parks and corporate campuses lined the highway on both sides, broken by wooded areas and yuppie subdivisions. He passed an immense amusement park, its massive wooden roller coaster silent and shrouded in snow, and he couldn”t help imagining the thousands of boys the place must attract in the summer. Charlie could walk around a place like that all day without ever getting on a ride and still enjoy himself thoroughly. Just past the park was a shopping mall that looked even bigger. Everything here was on a gigantic scale.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as a billboard welcomed him to Wisconsin. Did Johnny”s map cover the whole fucking northern hemisphere? Whatever it was they were going nearly to the top of it. It was ten after one and he figured Frank would be cursing his name right about now for not being where he was supposed to be. How exactly did it work out, anyway, that all the orders came out of Frank”s mouth but all the money came out of Charlie”s wallet?

Frank”s wrath notwithstanding he was glad he”d decided to follow. Who the hell knew what could be happening to poor Andy? This Johnny asshole could be selling him to the highest bidder for all Charlie knew, and he could end up as some Saudi sheik”s Royal Dick Warmer. Anyway, he wasn”t about to lose him again after all this and so the chase would go on as far as it took. He just hoped his gas tank and his bladder were both big enough to make it.

Up ahead the Corvette moved to the right and the blinker stayed on as it slowed down. Johnny was getting off the Interstate, apparently at State Route 50. It was a major intersection crowded with all sorts of stores and restaurants so it could be a lunch or pee break, both of which would be welcome to Charlie. Most of the nation”s fast food franchises were represented, one after another along the frontage road. The “Vette pulled into McDonald”s — no doubt at Andy”s request — and Charlie cruised past and into the Taco Bell next door. He was glad to see them park and go inside to eat as it gave him a chance to take care of his own business.

He ran straight into the Taco Bell”s rest room. A few minutes later the much-relieved Charlie made sure the Corvette hadn”t moved, got back into his car and hurried to the gas station on the corner, where he topped off his tank just in case. Burger King had no line at the drive-up so he bought a couple of plain burgers (to minimize the slop), fries and a Coke and pulled back around to a parking spot where he could keep an eye on his subjects. Presently they emerged, laughing and talking, and soon the miniature caravan was on the move again, doing fifty-five on westbound Wisconsin 50.

The strip malls soon gave way to farmland and at least Charlie felt a little more at home, though he still had no idea where he was and the only map he had was a tourist guide to Chicago, which might as well have been for Sri Lanka. It was not a sunny day but the acres and acres of white snow still made for a hell of a glare and he envied Johnny his sunglasses.

It was much harder to follow them on this little two-lane state highway than it had been on the wide-open Interstate. He used a semi for cover but he couldn”t see around it to keep an eye on the Corvette so he had to watch every side road he passed to make sure it hadn”t turned off. This was tiresome, but even worse, if Johnny stepped on it and got out of sight up ahead he”d never find them again. When the truck turned off Charlie decided to take the risk of staying in sight, a couple of cars back. It seemed almost too much to hope that Johnny wouldn”t notice an old gray Pontiac with Missouri plates but what choice did he have?

At the town of Lake Geneva the Corvette turned north onto US Route 12, a divided highway that gave Charlie a little more breathing room again. On they went, always driving precisely the speed limit and not a mile over, past exits for the towns of Elkhorn and Whitewater, and further and further into the hinterlands where Route 12 dribbled off into two skinny lanes again. Just past a burg called Atkinson the Corvette made a right and Charlie was pleased to see one of his cover cars make the turn as well.

Wisconsin has an annoying habit of naming county roads after the alphabet, as if in homage to Sesame Street — this highway brought to you by the letter C. That was the collection of potholes they now navigated. With only one car between them Charlie decided it was prudent to fall back aways, and then when the middleman inconsiderately went and pulled into a farm driveway he was forced to drop back further still until the Corvette was only a black dot in the distance. He could only hope it wasn”t just as easy to spot a gray dot as a black one. The saving grace was that the farmland was so open and flat — and white — he could see that black dot for a mile, losing it sometimes behind a hill or stand of trees but picking it up again quickly.

At the top of one such rise he panicked a bit. The road ahead was clearly visible but devoid of dots of any color. A smaller country road crossed County C ahead, and there a half mile to the left he spotted the low-slung tail of the black Corvette just topping a rise. Charlie took the turn and hit the gas, then let up again with a yelp of fear as the tires slid on the snow. This little road was not nearly as well-plowed and salted as the county blacktop and he had to take it a good bit slower. It would be a bitch to lose them now, since not only might he never see Andy again he himself might have a hard time finding his way back out of America”s Dairyland.

A small sign claimed Spring Lake was two miles ahead. Charlie didn”t know if that was a town or an actual body of water. Both, perhaps. The terrain became more hilly as he approached and at the top of a crest he spotted the Corvette making a right onto an even smaller road. This one was little more than a country lane cut between the fallow fields, essentially a common driveway for the farmhouses he passed every half mile or so. It wasn”t plowed at all and his tires followed the ruts in the snow like one of his old slot cars he loved as a kid. There were a lot more trees now and he completely lost sight of the Corvette, but there was nowhere to turn except into the farm yards and there were no Corvettes in any of them, so on he drove.

He finally reached a crossroads but that was no quandary either because two of the possible directions were snow-covered with no fresh tracks. Charlie made the obvious left and soon saw between the trees the frozen expanse that must have been Spring Lake. There was a large home right on the shore, quite expensive with a tarp-covered in-ground pool and a boathouse. There were two tricked-out four-by-fours and a Porsche parked in the circle drive but no black Corvette. Charlie kept on driving, passing several more lakefront homes of the rich and possibly famous, but still didn”t spot the “Vette. He supposed it could be in a garage but he decided to press on. If he came up empty he could always return.

After a while there weren”t any houses for some distance and the shoreline cut away from the road. Charlie began to think Johnny must have pulled into one of those garages after all and was looking for a place to turn around when the road curved toward the lake again and into a heavily wooded area. A strange, apprehensive feeling came over him and he slowed to a crawl. The trees opened into a clearing, where began a tall stone wall that had decorative iron spikes all along the top. Charlie stopped the car and cut the engine.

He stepped out into the cold. There wasn”t a sound except the wind in his ears and the crunch of snow under his feet. Boots would have been nice, the wet snow in his loafers forced him to observe. No one seemed to be around, but people don”t build eight-foot stone walls around farm fields so there had to be a house somewhere. Charlie slogged through drifts up to his calves and approached the wall. He could just reach the spikes, and with tenuous toeholds on the rough stone he managed to pull himself up to where he could see.

The house was enormous, easily twice the size of the places he had earlier ascribed to champagne wishes and caviar dreams. With all the pools and boathouses and patios of the others only on an even grander scale, this house was ostentation itself. The real estate man in Charlie put it at two, two-and-a-half mil easy, even here in Nowhere, Wisconsin.

It was low and modern, with odd-angled asymmetrical roof lines; a Frank Lloyd Wright knockoff with a half dozen skylights just on the side Charlie could see. Two of the house”s three chimneys wafted smoke gently to the sky. There was enough glass in this house to get rich on the Windex concession, and Charlie could see clear through at several points to the lake beyond. He saw no people though, as heavy drapes hid the entire center section where he presumed they were keeping themselves.

His bloodless fingers finally forced him down, and as he rubbed feeling back into them he made his way along the wall looking for a gate. He trudged for what seemed like a mile, though when he looked back at his car he realized it wasn”t even a quarter of that. Then he spotted the electrically-activated gate. He didn”t approach it for fear of security cameras but instead grunted his way up the side of the wall again to peek over.

The Corvette was in the courtyard along with a gray Mercedes limousine that looked like it could fit the “Vette in the trunk. The image of that Arab sheik popped back into Charlie”s mind. Then he spotted movement and he froze.

A man approached the cars from the direction of the house, a brick wall of a guy who was only a pair of gold tights away from Wrestlemania. Blond and square-jawed, he lumbered to the Corvette and popped the rear hatch open with the key. A manservant, Charlie thought, sent to fetch the luggage, but he nearly fell off the wall a second later when the Hulk”s jacket opened and revealed a shoulder holster bulging with big, black, mean-looking handgun.

Charlie scarcely breathed as he clung to the spikes. The Hulk never looked up, just grabbed Andy”s backpack and Johnny”s leather roll bag, swung the hatch closed and went back to the house. Charlie dropped to the ground and stood a moment, his heart pounding. What the hell was poor Andy involved in? And more to the point, what could Charlie do about it?

Wait a minute! Charlie was just the wallet here. Guns and shit were Frank”s end. Charlie needed a phone, and he hurried back to the car.

Next time:

The big trick.

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Subject: Marines Lust (adult/youth) (Military) Chapter 3 This a totally fictional story. It was told to me by a dear friend of mine, it’s about who soldiers have sex with while stationed in Muslim countries where women are by law forbidden contact with non family males. In this story there will be descriptions of sex between men and boys. If intergenerational sex, gay sex or sex in general offends you please leave. Also if you are under the legal age (18) please leave now and come back when you’re legal Nifty is a wonderful resource for you, me the LGBT community and they need our support. Please donate what you can to help keep this site alive. Camp Leatherneck. Col. William Beck Sr. sat daydreaming about his son Billy Jr. The last time he was home the first week spent in bed with the wife. Stealing moment’s of kisses with his boy. Finally it was Friday and Dad and Billy were driving up to the cabin and next Friday they would spend Friday, Sat, and Sunday with Mary. They pulled up to the cabin sitting just above the slope. It resembled a Swiss Chalet. There was a very large balcony over the front. On that balcony was a 8 person jacuzzi. William has also invited Captain Ethan Andrews Sr. and his son Ethan Jr to spend the week especially since Ethan was hit with a Divorce. Katie wanted nothing she didn’t even want her only son. All she took with her, her clothes shoes, and her pregnant self.Truth be told the baby wasn’t his. When his fifth month just began he got a Skype from Katie, she started right in, you son of a bitch. I’m pregnant. Mr No I’m not wearing a fucking condom. Two months at the max. Wait a fucking minute, did you say two months? Yeah why? Ok Katie spill it, who his He!! What the fuck are you babbling about now. Please listen carefully Katie. You said two months preggers? Yes God what is the DAMN point? If I was there I would need to be restrained. I have been in Afghanistan for 5 months. Who’s the Daddy? God you’re disgusting. Where is my boy? Ethan are you there son? I’m here Dad, Dad Ethan look just like Jr. Hey boy are you ok? Yes sir Mom’s crying she says she hates you. Jr pay no attention to her, I’ll be home soon I want you to call your Aunt Becky I’m sending you to stay with her. I’ll be home in a month for two weeks, then my last tour will be 3 months and I’ll be home for good. I can’t wait to see you Dad I miss you so much. I love you Dad. I love you Ethan with my whole heart. Now Ethan and Jr were on their way to William’s cabin the first week home was amazing, Jr was very loving and he definitely had been practicing with the dildos Ethan had left him. They made love all the time, Katie had done them both a favor by getting knocked up, having a affair. They arrived at the cabin a hour after William and Billy. William and Billy came out butt naked and greeted their friends. Billy hugged Jr, and William grabbed Ethan saying c’mere sexy man. As they kissed William said I’m sorry about Katie buddy. 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While taking their shower, William told Ethan that Mary was taking good care of the boys. Mary also said Katie showed up with her boyfriend and tried to force Jr to leave with them. Mary called Security and they escorted the pair off base. They also confiscated her Base ID so she could no longer come on Base. They walked into Abdul’s darkened interior seeing the hookah’s on knee high tables and men sitting on pillows drinking coffee, smoking, laughing and touching boy’s dressed in silk briefs. Moving towards Abdul who was standing watching the dancers, he turned his head seeing the two Officers approach. Calling out Abu to his side he instructed the boy to take two bottles of unopened Jack Daniels and two glasses with fruit to the big bedroom. Abu dashed off to do his Master’s orders. Suddenly two identical twins were standing either side of Abdul, grinning both boy’s said hello Daddy. Each man reached for his favorite boy’s hand hey son. Ready to retire to our room? Sitting in the equally dark room the twins unlaced the soldiers boots then they took off their socks. Each twin softly massaged tired and sore feet. Sucking gently each toe. Rising on their knee’s they unbuttoned the fatigue jackets pushing them off very muscular shoulders and pulled up olive green tee shirts. Each boy loved the sexy chests of their special Daddy. Standing they unbuckled pants and stepped out of them. Picking up a boy each they laid them on the big ass bed and took their silk briefs off then the silk robe. Sliding their boxers off they presented hard thick uncut cocks to each twin saying make Daddy feel good son. Aazar used his lips to push Daddy William’s foreskin back as the sweet tasting cock slid into the welcoming wet heat. Moving so Daddy Ethan could sit back against the pillows, Aarash settled between his legs. The boy loved this Daddy cock tasting of honey and vanilla. Deepthroat came easily to a well trained boy. Soon soft encouragement could be heard, yeah son suck Daddy good. Daddy loves his Billy. Aazar was used to being called Billy. Just as Aarash was used to being called Jr. They both knew these Daddy’s were really in love with their own son’s. This fact didn’t hamper or hinder their commitment to Abdul to give these men the very best time. Both boy’s were deepthroating the heavy and hard cocks. Turning each boy till they were lying in the classic 69 position so the Daddy’s could give back some pleasure. These boy cocks were a delight to suck. Going faster Daddy William felt his approaching orgasm. On the other side Daddy Ethan also felt his nut draw up, Daddy William touched Aazar’s head his cum shot down the boy’s throat. Suck it down Billy swallow every drop. Man cum will help you grow strong. Aazar swallowing Daddy’s load, felt his own cum being gulped down.Feeling his nuts tighten Daddy Ethan fucked the boy’s throat cum flying out like ropes. 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I’m pretty hungry to William said. Hey Ethan congrats on Jr making honor roll. Thank you it seems that living with Mary and Billy is a positive influence. I know for a fact Katie never gave a shit about Jr’s grades. Well when we go home Mary and I are moving back to our home town. She inherited her parents house and you know I own my Mom and Dad’s house. Would you and Jr consider living with Billy and I? Where is this house? Gulfport Mississippi, just minutes from the Gulf. It’s a old Plantation house that’s been completely modernized but all the original woodwork. You a Southern gentleman? I will need to talk it over with Jr, but I don’t think it’s a problem. Thank you William it’s a kind offer. Well you are my best friend, besides Billy. I know the time in cabin was awesome. In fact did Jr talk to you about his and Billy’s idea? If you’re referring to the little horndogs swapping Daddies yeah we talked about it. What are you thinking? Well they’re curious about us, Billy wants to know what it’s like to be fucked by sinop escort you! And of course it follows Jr wants to experience what Billy’s Dad fucks like. At that moment two teenage boys entered the room bearing silver trays with seasoned lamb, chicken, with saffron flavored grilled vegetables. A silver pitcher of pomegranate juice, a loaf of bread a local cheese. Ahh there they are we were begining think y’all done forgot us. Freezing in place Aazar looked fearful begging pardon Habibi with his face cast down. Come here son, and Aazar approached William trembling, grasping the boy William kissed him with passion. I’ve told you before you silly boy neither I nor Ethan nor any American will hurt you. We don’t hurt children. There are some men that receive pleasure from inflecting pain and that’s ok if both people enjoy that. The only time I have ever spanked my son is when disobeying me might cause him harm. Aarash said we thought we displeased you both by not being fast enough. Ethan asked has anyone ever hurt you here? Abdul or the Patrons ? No Habibi our father rather than sell us to a Warlord for his cruel sons to rape and beat moved our family to Helmand Province. Abdul pays our father for our service. Our sister is going to marry Abdul’s eldest son, he also comes here to enjoy our attentions. When we turn 18 father is sending us to England to University, I want to study medicine, Aarash spoke up saying he wanted to study pharmacology. The fields of Afghanistan are full of different plants besides Poppies that makes opium. They ate the lamb and chicken with their fingers like the natives. Placing bites in the boy’s mouths Aazar’s tongue darted out licking William’s long fingers. A couple places over Ethan placed a grilled strip of lamb in Aarash’s sweet lips, starring at those very pink lips Ethan wishing they were wrapped around his leaking cock. The boy’s eyes knew exactly what the man had on his mind so he leaned over his long tongue wrapping around the cock head making Daddy moan as his fingers slowly run through the boy’s soft curls. William on the other side of the bed decided that Aazar’s cock was irresistible as he sucked in the boy’s slender tube. Not satisfied being a passive partner Aazar moved his head around to take William in his mouth. Savoring the taste of older Daddy cock the man and boy thrilled each other with oral skills. Both began a rythem of sliding in and out of each others throat and mouth. Aarash meanwhile was busy deep throating Ethan’s thick cock drool running down his nuts. Ethan was busy licking his fingers probing for the boy’s love nut Ahh there it is. Feeling the almond shape and with every pass heard a moan out of Aarash. Lifting up the boy by his legs his mouth closed over Aarash’s cock. The boys tongue bathing his pulsing hardness with expert precision to give maximum pleasure. Both man and boy felt the tremors of a eye rolling approach of a whopper of a orgasm. Rope upon rope of cum flooding the 15 year old mouth throat and stomach. Aarash while he was 15 his nuts could not produce the quantity that a adult man in his late 30’s could so his cum dribbled onto Ethan’s awaiting tongue. William lost in the feelings of his cock being massaged within the tight confines of Aazar’s throat. Aazar’s slender cock was receiving equal loving attention both man and boy with full month a throat could only moan. William’s nuts gave a sharp lurch as he felt his juice boiling rising. He was able to tap the boy on his leg a signal of approaching cum flooding straight down into Aazar’s belly. The boy’s orgasm was rolling waves of pleasure as the man and boy swallowed the last of the seed. Pulling silk covers over the two couples relaxing and settling down to recharge batteries. To be continued in chapter 4. Please remember to donate to Nifty to keep this site going. 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Subject: Vampyre part 19 Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. fty/donate.html ———————————————————————- I didn’t hear Pyotr come into the room in the morning, but heard him pulling open the heavy drapes, the sunlight flooded into the room, I felt Chris stir next to me, he rubbed his eyes, his blue eyes joined his face in a bright smile. `Morning sexy’ he said kissing me gently. ***************************** Vampyre – Part Nineteen `Sir, Joseph is asking to see you’ Pyotr stopped by the door, `are you available? `Yes, tell him, I shouldn’t be long’ I kissed Chris again, he rolled on to his stomach, the cover pulled from his body, his perfect butt cheeks glistened like gold in the morning light, he winked at me, there was that smile again. `I will have to get home soon too’ he said `she who must be obeyed will be home soon’ He grinned back at me at me and rolled on to his back, he gripped his hard cock and waggled at me `Want a quick top up, breakfast maybe? He waved his cock at me again, exposing his bellend fully and the puncture wounds beneath, I didn’t need a second invitation, I jumped on the bed gripping his cock, I smiled up at him and slid my fangs into his shaft, immediately feeling the rush as his blood flowed into me, I felt his hand rubbing the back of my head, I had to find out how he found out about me, maybe another day, I breakfasted some more. I found Joseph in the Great Hall about twenty minutes later, Chris had dressed and after an extended kiss goodbye he had left. `Ahh Jonathon, Mark still hasn’t come round, I really cannot stay any longer, I must get back to the hospital, I want to take him with me, how are you with that? `I have no objections, not sure Zeke will be very happy though’ `You can bring Zeke to visit once he becomes conscious again, I can phone through daily updates if you like, anyway, I am leaving today, the lorry is on way to pick up the lab’ Joseph was right, Mark could not really stay here unless he was conscious and he was deemed to be safe, I would have to find Zeke and explain it to him, I wasn’t looking forward to that. I sat pondering how to word it correctly `Phone Sir, its Montfort’ Pyotr placed the phone beside me and handed me the receiver. `Hello’ `Jonathon? Montfort here, need you to get yourself down to London nowish, High Council meeting tomorrow, Ritz Hotel, see you then’ The phone went dead. Well that was short and sweet, I thought he had found out about Mark and Zeke, well at least if he had he hadn’t mentioned it. But London tomorrow, I needed this like a poke with a sharp stick. `Pyotr’ I called out. As usual I left all the arrangements to Pyotr, now I had to tell Zeke I would be away too, hopefully only for a couple of days. I wandered through to the kitchen, I need to speak to my head of security, one team would have to accompany me another stay and make sure Zeke was okay, I stood by the window watching the lab container being lifted on to the back of a flat back lorry, I must find Zeke. `No, no, what’s happening’ Zeke had found me, he ran towards me, straining to see out of the window `Zeke hang on, please’ he started to speak again `But Mark’ `Zeke listen to me, nothing has happened to Mark, he is still unconscious, Joseph is taking him back to the hospital with him, once he is fully recovered he can come back, Joseph is going to phone here daily to give us updates and once Mark is ready for visitors, we can visit him’ `I want to go with him’ `Zeke no, I need you to stay here and look after the place while I am away’ Now I had hoped to word that better and let him down gentler. `You are going away too, where, why? Zeke’s little face looked panicked and confused `I have to go to London, the High Council are meeting tomorrow, so I am putting you in charge here’ I hoped that would work; when struggling always play to some ones vanity. `Can’t I come? niğde escort `Zeke please, I don’t need this, please just stay here and look after the place, Ian will be staying here with you’ `Can I say goodbye to Mark? `Of course’ I turned back to the window just as the lorry pulled away, followed by Josephs cars, Dam, I should have thought about that. Zeke began sobbing, I grabbed hold of him and held him tight to me as we watched the small convey set off down the drive. `When are you going? `Soon, I am afraid, make sure you look after Casper and try not to get in trouble’ He punched me and then hugged me `I won’t’ He had barely finished the words when I saw Pyotr bring the Mercedes round to the front of the house, both back up cars took up position, Zoltan and Boyra came to my side. ZEKE I waved Jonathon away, Casper standing next to me Ian silent on the other side, he still hadn’t been converted into my familiar, I must get Jonathon to show me how when he gets back, god if Ian was to start thinking for himself now, he would wonder what had been happening for the last months. I turned and walked back into the house, now what to do, I wandered about the empty house, how could anyone become bored so quickly, Jonathon couldn’t have been gone an hour yet. I looked at Ian, humm, was I hungry yet, no not really, what to do. I turned on the telly, having flicked through the hundred odd channels and finding nothing I fancied watching, I turned it off again, this was getting desperate. My mind kept me thinking about Mark, I wished I had had the chance to say goodbye, I wished I hadn’t tried to convert him, not because I didn’t love him but because it didn’t seem to have worked. I only wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, I loved him, all I seemed to have done was cause a barrel load of trouble. The internal phone rang next to me. `Sir, the front gate has a couple of Mormons, wanting to call at the house, shall we let them through? Now I remembered as a kid Mormons calling at our house, now they had been gorgeous. `Two guys? I asked `Yes Sir’ `Let them come up’ I know what you are thinking, moments ago I had been, thinking about the love of my life, now I was inviting Mormons to the door; pretty shallow huh, even young Vampyre’s dicks rule their brains. Casper look up, his head tilted from side to side, then I heard the door knocker, three sharp taps, Casper stood up and followed me through to the kitchen, he took up position just in front of me. I opened the door, standing with big smiles on their faces were two guys both early 20’s both fresh faced and both smartly dressed in white long sleeved shirts, ties and black trousers, before I could say anything, one of them spoke. `Good day young man, I am Elder Seth’ He pointed to his black name badge with white writing `And this is Elder Mitt’ Mitt pointed at his badge, these guys were weird, `And we would like to talk to you about god’s love’ They were both still smiling broadly, a bit creepy really, Elder Mitt wasn’t helping, nodding enthusiastically as Seth spoke. `We want to teach you about God’s love’ Elder Mitt added, with Seth nodding this time They had no idea; where they had kicked up. Jonathon would be disappointed he missed these two. Well I had nothing else to do, I hoped I had interpreted what they meant correctly, I chuckled inwardly. `Please come in’ They both looked at Casper, he sniffed at them and then moved behind me, both Elders then held out their hands, smiling again, I shook them both. As Elder Seth took out his Bible, I realised I wanted some other kind of love, I certainly wasn’t going to sit and listen to that nonsense. I looked them both in the eyes, they were mine, I led them down through the house, we stopped outside Jonathon’s room, sod it I would use his huge bed. They followed me into the room, I sat my bum down on the bed, Casper went and sat by the door, what should I have them do first? They both looked fit, strip slowly and in time with each other, that was the first thought I implanted. I stripped off quickly myself and lay down on the wolf bed throw, I loved the feel of the fur on my skin, I lay on my back and propped myself nişantaşı escort up on my elbows. Seth and Mitt, slowly undid their ties, dropping them on to the arm chair, next off went the shoes and socks, I lay playing with my hardening cock, I nodded at Seth, he began to undo his shirt buttons, he pulled his shirt tails out of his trousers and eased his shirt off his shoulders. He was wearing a vest? What sort of young guy wears a grandad’s crew neck vest, I could see tuffs of black chest hair escaping out from under it and also from his arm pits. I stopped Seth and had Mitt remove his shirt, he was wearing a grandad vest too, talk about passion killers, the only upside was Mitt was dark haired as well, his chest hair trimmed in a straight line just below his neck, presumably so it didn’t interfere with his shirt collar. I switched back to Seth and watched as he removed his belt and pushed down his black trousers, what was he wearing? as he stood back up, revealing what looked like long white shorts and I mean long, they stopped just above his knee, if there was a bulge there, I couldn’t make it out, his body was fit, that was promising. Back to Mitt again, once more he was wearing the same thing, I just had to ask, as they both stood there like modest `Action Man’ figures, or was it shy sheep. `What are you two guys wearing, Seth? I heard myself speaking out loud, I could have done it in his head but wanted no misunderstanding. `We are wearing our Mormon under garments, they are an outward expression of our inward commitment. We have both taken vows in our Temple to obey biblical commandments, live chaste lives and serve in the church, these garments remind us of the promises we made’ `Blimey can’t these guys say anything without waffling’ I thought to myself chaste? Doesn’t that mean no sex? I was about to help them break that one. `So are you both Virgins? They both nodded, `Seth carry on stripping’, I sat up, this was going to be a hell of an afternoon. Seth pulled the vest over his head, I watched it slide up his chest revealing a real forest of curly black hair, I was going to enjoy playing with that very soon, he then began to push down the white shorts, his belly button was hidden by a thick black treasure trail which led down the bushiest pubes I had ever seen, a thick soft five inch cut cock hung over two very hairy balls, well I think there was two, would soon find out. I turned to Mitt and watched him strip off his vest, again revealing a very hairy chest, just spoiled a bit by the straight, totally unnatural trim it had received just around the base of his neck, I got him to put his hands arms behind his head exposing his pits to me, dense black hair covered his arm pits, lovely. Mitt began to push down his shorts too, again revealing a hairy groin, not such a defined Treasure trail, but well bushy pubes, his cock was cut too but shorter than Seth’s, maybe four inches, nice thickness though too. Both Virgins, wow, my young mind was racing, no they must have cum already, probably just no sex with anyone else. I shuffled to the edge of the bed and gestured for them both to come and stand in front of me, with them standing side by side I took hold of each cock, one in each hand, let’s get some life into these. I began gently squeezing them gently stretching them, both felt soft yet warm, I leant in and kissed the lips of Seth’s bellend, I heard him gasp, I squeezed him harder and letting go of Mitt’s cock I pushed into Seth’s pubes gripping his balls, two nice sized ones, just difficult to see in all the hair. Pushing my head into his pubes I breathed in deeply, he smelt fresh and clean, he had obviously showered recently, I took his cock head into my mouth, his shaft slowly swelling as I massaged it, I could sense the blood surging into his cock, it began to grow heavy in my hand, the bellend swelling in my mouth in to a nice flared mushroom, I licked around the ridge, milking his now hard cock, it wasn’t enormous about seven inches but it was girthy and the flared helmet was just the right top for it. I turned to Mitt, his cock was now a lazy lob, letting go of Seth’s ankara olgun escort I gripped Mitt’s and took his cock head into my salivating mouth, I swallowed down his whole cock, burying my nose into his black bush, again he smelt of soap, just the hint of man sweat, with my hand and tongue working on his shaft and head, he was soon hard too, this time a nice six inches again with a flared more bulbous head. I sat back taking both cock in to my hands again, slowly wanking them and alternately kissing each set of cock lips, my persistence soon rewarded first by Seth’s meat producing a glistening globe of precum, I wanked Mitt harder and rapidly rewarded, with a glistening pearl on his cock head too. Now I wanted to savour this, was I the first to enjoy these two guys precum, there’s a thought. I squeezed Seth’s cock once more, then licked across his slit, my tongue gathering up his juice, oh he was sweet, very sweet, he tasted like a teenager, I let his nectar soak into my tongue, enjoying the rush it gave me. I let go of his hard cock and gripped Mitt’s again squeezing it tightly hoping to force more of his essence up the shaft, I steadied myself and ran my tongue over his cock head, my tongue again savouring his precum, again like Seth’s he was sweet, the word chaste popped into my head again, fuck and no one allowed to enjoy him, what a waste, well I wasn’t going to waste it. I licked over his bellend again, pushing the top of my tongue into his slit, digging for more and being rewarded for my efforts. I pushed myself back up the bed and indicated for them both to kneel either side of my head, I got them both to slowly start stroking their cocks knowing their first; yes I said first, eruptions would not take long. I watched intently as they both pleasured there cocks, smearing precum over the heads of their cocks, slowly beating it into a froth. I ran my hands up the inside of each of their hairy thighs, feeling the wiry hairs, passing through my fingers, my hands slipping higher and higher till I finally, brushed their hairy nut sacks. Mitt lost it first, I heard him pant and grunt, he pushed his cock head into my mouth and began flooding me with delicious man juice, he came loads, I could feel some dribbling out the corner of my mouth, Seth picked that exact moment to begin to twitch, I quickly grabbed his dick releasing Mitt’s from my mouth, replacing it with Seth’s. Seth’ cock began to throb adding to the load already in my mouth, his cum mixing with Mitt’s. I swallowed my mouthful of cum cocktail, but not as fast as Seth was adding to it, more dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. Mitt’s cock was still dripping out cum, great strands dripping onto my face, fuck these guys can’t even wank, I had never had so much cum offered to me. With both of them bent over, their faces pictures of release and exhaustion, their hands still slowly wanking their shafts, I got them to use their fingers to clean my face, feeding it to each other as they did, these two clean cut guys sucking spooge off each other’s fingers, had me rock hard, I pumped myself rapidly a true speed wank, I got them to lean over my cock, with their mouths open as I came spraying, my load into their mouths and over their faces. I got Seth to kiss me first, then locking his face I gathered up some of my cum and began kissing him forcing my tongue into his mouth, he responded to my tongue, exploring my mouth with passion, I did the same with Mitt, licking both their faces clean of cum and feeding it back to them, boy I was in heaven, I had a sudden pang of guilt, what about poor Mark; I wouldn’t tell him, I began kissing them alternately, my hands pushing through their man forest of hair. With both their cocks, now deflating, I had to decide whether to feed now or leave it for later, they both looked spent; later it was, I got up and found Ian, getting him to lock up the place, I would see him again in the morning, I returned to bed and squeezed myself in between these two amazingly horny guys. I would be waking them up again in a few hours and getting down and dirty with these boys of god. ***************** Guys, let me know by email if you want this story to carry on, it is always good to hear if you are still enjoying reading about Jonathon and Zeke. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother’ `Joshs Adventures series’ `An Army life for me’ `Grandmas Bedroom’ `Nightcam Fun’ `Dominic Online’ `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’

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Subject: Little Peter 3 LITTLE PETER By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is fiction. There is no such boy nor any such video. Compliments, comments or complaints to ail Please donate to Nifty! It’s important to keep this resource alive. THREE Posted as: Little Peter and his little Friend 10 years old 4 feet 4 inches 67 pounds Men of a certain kind, men like me, lust for boys like Caleb. I posted a couple of videos of us to the dark web and I was freaked out when someone was able to contact me. I didn’t want to be on the news and have a mug shot. What he wanted was simple. He wanted a dildo of Little Peter little peter. Actually I thought it was a good idea and told Caleb that every size months we could make a mold and then a latex reprioduction of his boyhood. Caleb thought it was funny and fun and was excited to see how his dick would grow. The other guy had to convince me he wasn’t LEO but he did. Pictures of him and his boy. Cool pics. Eventually I sent a dildo we made to a deed drop UPS store box. Then he proposed the boys meet. He lived in Phoemix – the dead drop had been in Scottsdale – and it’s not that far away. Arianna, Caleb’s mother, has gotten herself knocked up. She’s in love with the baby daddy and Caleb is baggage. She doesn’t mind dumping him off. I love having him. and away we went to Arizona. The house was big, Spanish Mission style. It was expensive. The guy, Dave, was just a regular guy, not bad looking, a bit of a gut but not overweight. His young friend, Dawson, was a delight. Golden blond, I think usually but now sun bleached almost white hair, a rich tan, big bright green eyes, a smile of perfect teeth. He’s hot but not as hot as the true Little Peter, who is my true sexy boy. “They have a pool, DJ!” Caleb cried out as soon as we entered and could see through to the inner courtyard. “And we can swim naked!” Dawson said excidtedly “Can we?” “Sure:” I siad “DJ likes to see me naked” Caleb said to Davwon “My dad does too” They ran off excited together, new best friends. Naked, Dawson ran full steam at the pool and jumped in the tuck position, a perfect cannon ball. Caleb followed right behind. They were perfectly proud of themselves. Both were a delight to see naked, runnign around, their lean little bodies, being boys and having fun “I know you probably look down on me for molesting my own son” Dave said “No. He’s a hot boy. Hot as hell. Caleb is not my son, not biologically, but look at them. Fuck” “I’m glad you’re here.” ” I probably ought to film them some as they play” I got the camera pursaklar escort and me and Dave hung out as the boys played. Dawson took a running start for the pool and jumped in the tuck postion, perfect cannonball with a huge splash. That made Caleb try to one up him. Neither Dave or I stopped them or reminded them to be safe. Let them be boys. They wrestled and laughed and had a good time and we enjoyed watching them. I filmed them and ended up getting about 10 mintutes of usable footage for an intro. It’s heavy on little boy asses – perfectly round and firm – and little boy crotches- beuatufully hairless with miniatrue cock and balls – a true delight. The boys played to the camera some, going off and sharing a small conspiracy, then running up to us, turning around and bending over and showing their asses, cheeks apart, the first time wtih a fart. then they would laugh and jump back in the pool and do it again a couple of times. Mostly they weren’t shy – they lined up side by side in a failed arrempt to the swing their cocks around, helicopter. It ended up being two boys gyratig herky jerky. But then, probably mocking us, they would run up to us covered up. But Caleb discovered he could do the peek a boo routine with his dick. We served them pizza for dinner and they tucked into it like they had never eaten before. They stayed naked and Dave and I did too. They made fun of us for being more than half chubbed up. They knew the effect they had on us and they thought it was funny. The funny thing is that they felt free to come around and touch it. Caleb with me, Dawson with his dad. “You boys want to go to the bedroom and play there while Mr DJ films it?” Dave asked “Make a porno?” Dawson asked.I nodded and he smiled. “Yeah!” “Yeah!” Caleb joined in cheering. They marched to the bedroom chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”. That was a good omen. They were naked and on top of one another. Giggling mostly. But they were hard. Caleb just sort of collapsed on top on Davwsom and wiggled a little. Then he kissed the boy. Then they both laughed and Little Peter rolled over onto his side. But Caleb, the little devil, went to stroke his hard dick and Dawson followed on his a split second later. I zoomed in to film the two preteens choking the chicken. I could see in my peripheral vision that Calen had a devilsih grin on his facce. He whispered something in Dawson’s ear and he smiled to. I was wise enough to know I should go wide angle and let what happens happen. They sprung up and Dawson got on this hands and knees and Caleb got rize escort behind him as if he were fucking the kid doggy and started making wild mock fucking motions. “Ride ’em Cowboy!” Davie called out. I touched his arm to remind him that we were making porn. “I’m a little fucker, DJ!” he said. He kept at it but the joke lost it’s appeal and I told Caleb to suck his friend off. Dawsom lay on the led, his legs spread apart wide and I got a good shot of his balls and erect member as Caleb climbed between. Caleb dived on the dick and began to bob furiously until both boys started laughting too hard to stop. But then he took his friend down for real. Dawson looked at his dad and smiled. He liked what Little Peter was doing. My boy, my precious boy, was good enough, sexual enough, to suck on Davwson’s little balls and lick his taint before working the dick. Caleb stroked his own hard self as he did. “You like that Dawson? What Little Peter is doing?” Dave asked. He was stroking himself, watching the boys go at it Dawson nodded. He did like it. He was liking it a lot. Caleb worked it and Dawson moaned some. Then he stopped and looked over at me. “You waant him to suck you?” Caleb nodded. They switched places and Dawson laid down prone on the bed, his face in Caleb’s crotch. He licked and sucked on his pencil nub and it was clear that the kid, like Caleb, was far more experienced sexually than their years suggested, He sucked on Caleb’s nob and Caleb squirmed a bit as he did. I was able to film them on the bed like that, Caleb sitting up, his lean muscles tight and Dawonon laid out, his beautiful little ass up. Both boys perfectly hairless and lost in the sensation of the moment. I know I was lost in the moment. I was hard as rock in my jeans. Dave was still fapping it, watching. “You wanna 69?” I said They were game and Dawsom flipped over, still hard, and Caleb got over him, lowering himself onto Davson’s face as he settled down on the boy’s crotch, gobbling up that dick. It waas a beautiful sight, looking at them going at it, their perfect little bodies on top of each other. After filming them going at it with each other, I had an idea. “You fuck Dawson?” I asked Dave. “In the ass?” “Yeah” Dave answered simply. I don’t know if he was surprised that I didn’t fuck Caleb or if he was a little ashamed that he did. “Hey, Dawson, why don’t you sit on Little Peter’s dick?” “Okay!” Dawson readily agreed. I shot it from Calleb’s head, down the length of his lean body, his slender pole sticking up. Dawson eased himself down on it, his own tool sticking ankara rus escort straight up. When Davwons settled down, resting on Caleb’s groin, my boy squeezed his butt cheeks together to push his dick in. Was he actially in Dawson’s ass? I don’t know but it didn’t matter. Caleb craned back and looked at me, grinning. “I’m fucking, DJ” I nodded. “You’re not a virgin anymore” He laughed. “Not a virgn. I’m a sex machine!” Whether he was or wasn’t didn’t matter. It felt good to them. Dawson particularly. His breathing got ragged, shalow, and he leaned back, a look of ecstasy on his face. Then Caleb too. Shallow, irregular breathign. A tense baody. A look of pain. A little grunt from one, a little moan from the other. Then Dawson whimpered and shook a little before relazing completely. Caleb wasn’t far behind, A prolonged orgasm, a full 2 minutes, whimpering and looking like he was going to die and then pure peace. Dawson fell down onto Caleb’s chest. laughing as hard as he could and Caleb too. “Like it?” I asked The agreed that they had, enthusiastically. Dave and me were horned up — watching preteen boys dry cum is enough to set any man off — and we needed relief. Caleb, though, wanted to touch Dave’s and then he opened up and took Dave’s tool in his mouth, sucking it while strking his own hard little dick that had never deflated. He couldn’t get a whole lot of it in and I think Dave was more aggressive with face fucking Caleb than I would have been but my boy took it and flogged his stiffy the whole time. Dawson stroked on mine and it felt good and hte boy was well trained in the oral arts. Dave had seen to that. He used his hand and his tongue and he, too, stayed hard, fapping it. Dave had been jacking off the whole time and he blew quick and Caleb, for the first time, swallowed. I meentioned that to him and he just shrugged like it was no big deal. But he laid down on the bed prone and pulled his ass cheeks apart. He won’t let me fuck him btu he likes my wieight on his as I use his ass cheeks to rub out a load. He does like for me to stick a finger in his ass underneath my cock and massage his small prostate. Before I could cum, he shivered underneath me, his second orgasm. 10 1/2 Little Peter’s Bathtub BJ 11 Little Peter’s tickle torture (alternative: Little Peter gets a little pussy) 11 1/2 Little Peter’s Big Balls 12 Little Peter gets fucked 12 1/2 Little Peter Cums 13 Little Peter and the 6th grader 13 1/2 Little Peter fucks ass 14 Little Peter does Bukake (altermative Little Peter has a girlfriend) 14 1/2 Little Peter has a boyfriend 15 Little Peter parties 15 1/2 Little Peter has a slumber party 16 Little Peter fucks a 12 year old 16 1/2 Little Peter gets gang banged (alternative Little Peter fucks his mother) 17 Little Peter goes emo 17 1/2 Little Peter gets double penetrated 18 Peter’s solo

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Subject: Master of River’s Bend Chapter 21 Master of River’s Bend Chapter 21 “The Morning After” Posted by Jean-Christophe, February, 2018 This is a story of erotic slave fiction and should only be read by adults those over the legal age of their places of residence. If you are underage, please leave! The characters and events in this story are products of the writer’s imagination and aren’t based on any real characters or actual events. Please respect the integrity of the writer’s work and don’t do any rewrites, make alterations or add another person’s artwork without permission. If you enjoy Nifty, please consider making a donation to help them continue to bring you this service. Nifty needs your financial support to continue publishing these stories for your enjoyment. If you’d like to help, please donate to fty/donate.html Chapter 21: Ramses faces the day with trepidation! Today, he begins his new life as a naked, white slave toiling on River’s Bend Plantation. Just twenty-four hours ago, as the free man, Luke Trevannion, he’d eaten a hearty breakfast – served to him by his Black slave, Nestor – prior to disembarking from the riverboat at River’s Bend Plantation’s private wharf. There, for the first time, he was to meet his father’s black sheep cousin, Beauregard St Jean, the owner of River’s Bend. He’d never meet Beauregard and the invitation to visit the plantation was unexpected. Even more surprising was Beauregard’s reason for extending the invitation; he stated he was considering Luke as his possible heir and the future owner of River’s Bend. Keen to make a favourable impression on his unknown relative, Luke had gone to great pains to impress Beauregard. He’d instructed Nestor to take particular care in dressing him in the new clothes his mother had purchased for his stay at River’s Bend and he had naively stepped ashore into an unimaginably bleak future. He quickly learnt that all wasn’t as he’d expected. Here, At River’s Bend, Blacks are the masters and white men are the naked slaves who labour under the direction and whips of their Black overseers. Even his cousin, Beauregard is a naked, white slave known as Ptolemy who belongs to the “real” Black owner and Master of River’s Bend’s, Massa Charles. Indeed, by day’s end, Luke is also enslaved and renamed Ramses by his new master while his former slave Nestor is now a free man who has taken the name Yancy as his own. He stands in the kitchen; Ptolemy has told him Massa Charles forbids his slaves to sit or to use any of the household furniture or fittings. This is a serious breach of etiquette and is rewarded with a severe caning or an ass paddling – depending on Massa Charles’ mood at the time. Not that he could sit even if it was allowed as his ass is too sore. Last night, his new Master – as was his right – had taken his virginity and fucked him long and hard. This is something Luke Trevannion had often fantasized about. For as long as he could remember, he’d lusted after Black slaves and their well-endowed sexual organs. He’d often taken solitary walks through the fields surrounding his parents’ home and watched the Black slaves as they worked. There, he’d imagined how it would feel to have a massive Black cock ravish his tender, young ass as he secretly masturbated behind a hedgerow. Well, now he knows. Last night, Massa Charles and initiated him into Black on white and Master and slave sex. He’d learnt comprehensively that as an inferior, white slave he has to totally suppress his own emotions and to surrender his body to his new Black Master’s lust. His own sexual needs don’t count; they are unimportant and he understands that his role is now to pleasure Massa Charles or any other Blacks that his Master allows to use him. Last night, there’d been some initial discomfort and pain but this had eventually given way to pleasure as Massa Charles’ cock opened up his virgin hole and thrust deeper into the inner recesses of his body. He must have pleased his new Master who told him that he is a “good fuck”. Afterwards, Ramses had slept on the floor alongside his Master’s bed and contemplated the momentous events of his first day at River’s Bend. As he lay there, Ramses imagined there’d been a degree of affection on Massa Charles’ part during the sexual act. In thinking this, he was badly mistaken and this morning Massa had proved his disdain for his new slave by forcefully raping him thus demonstrating to him that, as a slave, he is no more than an empty vessel for his Master’s insatiable lust. Ramses stands at a table in the kitchen with his legs splayed to ease the discomfort of his stretched and swollen asshole. Using his fingers, he is eating cold grits and greasy bacon pieces out of a battered, tin bowl. These were given to him by the cook to eat while Ptolemy serves Massa Charles and Boss Yancy their breakfasts in the dining-room. As he eats, Ramses worries what the day holds for him. He knows that is a decision for Boss Yancy to make and he wonders what work he’ll be given to perform. Instinctively, he knows it will be onerous; Yancy as his former slave, Nestor no doubt has plans to extract justifiable retribution ankara otele gelen escort for the past wrongs he’d suffered in the Trevannion household. He doesn’t have long to wait to find out! Ptolemy bustles into the kitchen to take a fresh brew of coffee back to the dining-room where Massa Charles and Boss Yancy are waiting. He has instructions for Ramses. “Ramses! I have instructions for you from Boss Yancy. He said you’re to get your lazy, white ass around to the bottom of the front steps and wait for him to take you out into the fields to begin your labours. You’re to wait there in the display position with your body erect, your hands clasped behind your head and your feet about fifteen inches apart. And with your head bowed.” “But I haven’t finished eating.” Ramses protests. “That’s too bad! In future, you’ll learn not to linger over your food but to eat quickly. You can never anticipate what orders a Master will suddenly give you. And you must obey IMMEDIATELY!” “But if I don’t eat breakfast I’ll be hungry by lunchtime.” Ramses grumbles. “There’ll be no lunch for you, Ramses!” Ptolemy laughs heartily. “You’re not Black gentry; you’re a slave and the plantation’s work slaves are fed twice a day – first thing in the morning as they are roused from their sleep and last thing at night when their work day is over. However, you’ll be given a ration of water to drink during the day. The overseers won’t want you passing out for lack of water.” Defiantly, Ramses spoons another mouthful of food into his mouth. “If either Massa or Boss Yancy had seen you do that, you’d have earned yourself a well- deserved caning, Ramses.” Ptolemy reprimands. “Now move yourself and get around to the front of the house. And one more thing, When Massa or Boss Yancy come out onto the porch don’t forget to fall to your knees with your nose to the ground and your ass poking upwards. Make sure your knees are spread as wide apart as possible so that your asshole is open to their scrutiny and rearrange your balls so that they hang low and swing freely between your thighs.” “Why does Massa makes us do that, Ptolemy? “Ramses, always remember our Black Masters like to see their white slaves humiliate themselves. They like nothing better than to see a slave with his ass opened up and his hole puckering from the strain this places upon it and with his balls on prominent show. Of course, when they approach you, you’ll crawl to Massa and then to Boss Yancy and kiss their feet as a mark of your submission and respect. And you’ll do the same to any Black overseers who are placed in charge of you. I can’t promise you and easy day. Quite the contrary, I think it will be a most difficult one for you, Ramses. But remember you are now a slave and this is the life you so desperately wanted. You’re to spend the rest of your days working here at River’s Bend or until Master decides to sell you.” At the mention of being sold, Ramses panics. “Is that likely to happen Ptolemy? Would Massa ever sell me?” “Who knows, Ramses?” All things are possible. A slave is at the complete mercy of its owner. If Massa decides to sell you – or even me – there’s nothing to be done about it. A slave’s future is at the whim of its Master. But don’t fret too much; I’m sure Massa has plans for you that extend well into the future. He wants to breed you so that there’s a future white “owner” for River’s Bend. By the way, speaking of breeding, how is your ass? Sore? From what I overheard Massa telling Boss Yancy, he gave it quite a pounding. How many times did he fuck you, Ramses?” “Twice! Last night, he seemed to go on for ever. It hurt at first but after a while I began to enjoy it. But this morning Massa was very different. Massa was brutal and he really hurt me. I am very sore.” “I gathered that from what Massa told Boss Yancy. Massa wants the vet to look at you and give you a salve to ease your swollen asshole. And Massa said you’re not to be fucked for day or two. Boss Yancy looked disappointed at this. Obviously, he was hoping to use your ass very soon. But Massa told him to be patient and that you’re worth waiting for as you are a ‘great fuck’. Obviously, you pleased Massa. Well done, Ramses. And you’ll find that Massa can be very rough at times but you must learn to take that in your stride.” “What about you, Ptolemy? Did Boss Yancy use you?” “He certainly did” Ptolemy answer with a broad grin. “I spent the night with Boss Yancy. He is insatiable and I lost count of the number of times he used both ends of me. He is very young and eager. As you know I am a one-man slave although occasionally Massa lends me to Boss Edward. But I have to admit it was great to be fucked by a much younger man. I know you’ll enjoy Boss Yancy using you too. His cock is magnificent and he is very virile. He has powerful hips so that he thrusts deep into your ass. In fact, I can still feel his cock moving inside of me. It’s a great feeling. Then again, there’s nothing to equal a Black man’s cock for pleasure whether it’s forcing its way down your throat or up your ass. I can’t ever get enough of Massa’s cock, Ramses. öveçler escort What a lucky slave you are with the possibility that one day you’ll belong to Boss Yancy. Count your blessings, Ramses.” Ramses thinks on this. Does a slave ever have any blessings to count? He’s beginning to have his doubts despite his long held fantasies to the contrary. “Although, I did feel he is inexperienced.” Ptolemy continues. “I guess your mother didn’t allow sex between your family slaves.” “Ptolemy, you are correct. Mother is very prudish and forbade any sex between our slaves. She always said she didn’t want them behaving like filthy animals rutting in her home.” “But enough of the idle chatter, Ramses. Now off you go. It wouldn’t be wise to keep Boss Yancy waiting. Good luck and try to please Boss Yancy.” Ramses’ apprehension of what awaits him out in the fields is very real. However, his fear of angering Massa Charles or Boss Yancy and of the cane overcomes his concerns. He moves towards the door which he knows will take him from the kitchen, past the dining-room and into the hallway opening onto the front porch. He places his hand on the door knob but is startled by Ptolemy’s angry shout. “Ramses, what are you doing? Where do you think, you’re going?” Confused, Ramses answers. “To the bottom of the front steps like you told me.” “NOT THAT WAY, FOOL! Slaves are forbidden to enter Massa’s house unless they have been allocated house duties or Massa has sent for a them. From now on, you must consider yourself a field-slave until Massa decides otherwise. The house is out of bounds to you. Now leave through the back door and never enter the house without permission or until Massa sends for you. Now run to the front steps and wait for Massa and Boss Yancy. Crestfallen, Ramses does as Ptolemy tells him. He leaves through the back door and runs quickly to the front steps where he adopts the display position and waits. And he isn’t alone. Two other naked, white slaves wait with him. A young, stable-slave stands in the deep shade of a spreading oak tree holding the reins of Massa Charles black stallion, Pegasus. While Massa’s favourite equine is sheltered from the sun’s rays, the second slave, harnessed to a light two-wheeled cart, is less fortunate; he is tethered to a hitching rail adjacent to the steps leading onto the front porch. Unlike Pegasus, the pony slave stands in the full glare of the early morning sun. Already, he is feeling the effects of the heat and his muscular, deeply tanned torso is covered in an oily sheen of his sweat. Both slaves stare at Ramses but don’t speak as slaves are strictly forbidden to speak to one another outside of the slave-stables when on work assignments. However, their curiosity is aroused. Already, they know who he is and the manner of his enslavement for word has quickly spread that the future heir to River’s Bend Plantation is now a slave and one of their number. An efficient information grapevine that misses nothing exists among the plantation’s slaves. Starved of all mental stimulation and knowledge of the world beyond the plantation’s boundary, gossip is their only source of news. All slaves listen intently to the conversations between their Black overseers and this is passed, word of mouth, from one slave to another and becomes the main talking-point in the slave-stables at night. Of course, the slaves had known for some time that the future heir to the plantation had been invited to stay and yesterday, those slaves, loading cargo at the wharf, had seen him arrive to be greeted by Massa Charles’ slave, Ptolemy. The fact that Ptolemy wore clothes for his young cousin’s arrival had intrigued them for they were unused to seeing Ptolemy other than naked – like them. And as the momentous events of Luke Trevannion’s enslavement and the setting free of his black body slave unfolded, it was the main talking-point among the overseers. Naturally, the slaves listened to these conversations with great interest and spread the word among themselves. Last night, in the stables, the slaves’ conversation about Luke’s enslavement was gleefully told and retold and discussed in great detail. There isn’t any sympathy for Luke for perversely, all slaves find pleasure when another unfortunate victim shares their fate. Sympathy for another slave is an emotion that gradually dies in all slaves as they progress further into their own servitude. Their personal suffering magnifies the awfulness of their lives; it dulls their senses and robs them of all vestiges of humanity. This indifference to another slave’s pain is their only coping mechanism. It allows them to dispassionately watch as another slave is flogged. Rather than feel any sympathy for their fellow slave, they feel gratitude that its he – and not them – who is tied to the whipping- post and relief that the whip isn’t cutting across their shoulders, back and ass. The two slaves watch as Ramses adopts the full display position and bows his head in total submission. His naked presence alongside them is living proof that yesterday’s rumours are true. Ramses stands silently and surreptitiously pendik escort surveys his two fellow slaves. The slave holding Pegasus’ reins is probably no older than nineteen or twenty – although he looks no more than seventeen – and has a slim, lithe body and brown hair. His body is smooth-shaven and he wears a metal collar around his neck identical to the one placed around Ramses’ neck last night. In time, Ramses will learn that he is the personal body-slave to Massa Charles’ beloved stallion. Massa thinks so highly of his horse that he has allocated a slave to permanently take care of his wellbeing. The slave is responsible to see that Pegasus is kept fed and watered and that his stall is permanently clean. Each morning, the slave’s first duty is to feed and water Pegasus after which he polishes the stallion’s hooves before grooming him with a curry comb and brush so that his coat shines a lustrous black. Then it is the slave’s responsibility to saddle Pegasus and lead him to the main house and wait in the shade of the old oak until Massa Charles appears. When Massa is ready to mount Pegasus, the slave falls onto all fours, arches his back and offers himself as a mounting stool to his master. Then, it is back to the stables to “muck” out Pegasus’ stall. Massa insists that the stall is cleaned daily and fresh, clean straw is strewn over the cobble- stoned floor for his stallion’s comfort. The slave is required to sleep just outside the stall so that he is available should Pegasus stir during the night and, as a special dispensation, he uses the old straw for his own bedding. Pegasus snickers and the slave reaches into a small pouch strapped around his waist for a tasty morsel – Ramses can’t see what it is – and offers it to the stallion in his cupped hand. Pegasus muzzles the treat from his slave’s hand and neighs for more. As he feeds the stallion further tasty treats, the slave soothingly strokes Pegasus mane and neck to calm him down as both horse and slave await their owner’s arrival. Pegasus, Massa Charles’ coal-black stallion has his own personal white slave to serve his needs and it would appear he is much indulged. The second slave, the one harnessed to the cart, is very different to the stable-slave. He is probably a year or two older and has a more robust, muscular physique. He has broad shoulders, a powerfully developed chest and a flat, ripped belly. His legs are long and his thighs are thick with muscle – no doubt all these are necessary attributes required of him as he serves as a pony-slave. His complexion is swarthy and speaks of his Mediterranean origins and his skin has been darkened by the sun to a deep mahogany brown. Unusually, Massa has retained the slave’s body hair. A thick, thatch of black hair, clipped back close to the skin, covers his chest and pectorals and a narrow line of hair trails down the centreline of his contoured belly to connect with the closely trimmed pubic hair in which his generous cock and balls nestle. His legs and forearms are also hairy. But it is the slave’s head that attracts Ramses’ attention. The slave’s head is bald save for a narrow, central strip of black hair – about three to four inches wide – which runs from the slave’s hairline at the forehead to the nape of his neck. The hair is long and flowing much like a horse’s mane which it is supposed to emulate. The slave is restless and shuffles his feet and Ramses hears the musical sound of bells. He looks down at the pony’s feet and he is appalled to see the slave has thick, leather cuffs fastened around his ankles. Several small bells are attached to the cuffs and each time the pony-slave moves, they begin to tinkle. As Ramses studies the pony-slave’s appearance, he is in awe of Massa Charles’ innate capacity to dehumanize, degrade and humiliate his white slaves. His attention is diverted from the pony-slave by the indistinct sound of Massa Charles’ and Boss Yancy’s conversation as they step out onto the front porch. Immediately, all three slaves adopt varying attitudes of respect. Pegasus’ slave kneels still holding the stallion’s reins but spreads his knees to display his genitals and bows his head. The pony-slave’s wrists and hands are fastened to the cart’s shafts and he can only stand with his head bowed and his feet spaced apart. Ramses on the other hand, falls to his knees and presses his face into the soft, damp earth with his ass elevated. He spreads his knees so that his ass-cheeks are stretched apart and his puckering ass-hole is fully open for close scrutiny. Then, remembering Ptolemy’s instructions, he reaches under his belly to rearrange his balls so that they hang low between his thighs. He is mortified to feel the first stirrings of an impending erection. As he does so often, Massa Charles pauses on the top steps and surveys his domain. He looks beyond the lush gardens – so carefully tended by the slave brothers, Horus and Osiris – and down the long driveway leading to the river which gives its endless supply of water to his crops. He notes with satisfaction, the slave gangs toiling in his fields and in the early morning air, he can hear the hiss and crackle of his overseers’ whips. He hears the distant thwack of raw leather falling on naked, white flesh and the distressed cries of his slaves as they are driven relentlessly to even greater effort on his behalf. He truly is the “king” of all he surveys. He is the “Master of River’s Bend”. To be continued ……………..

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Subject: Spirit of 76 part 2 This is a work of fiction involving an intergenerational relationship between a man and a boy. The characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. The story is for persons over the age of 18. Not for Minors! Thanks for the feedback I have received as it has helped me greatly. If you wish to email encouragement ail A few weeks passed and Troy and Mac kind of kept their distance during the school day. After the final bell of the day, Troy spent time talking to Mac outside the gym while he was waiting for his bus. Scott was coming to spend the weekend so Mac asked Troy’s grandmother if the boy could play for a few hours with his friend Scott. Mac had brought Scott a new telescope and he thought they could star gaze after dark. After which, Mac would drive Troy home. Troy’s grandmother agreed and thought it was a good thing for her grandson to do. She was also thankful Troy had a man to look up to. Friday afternoon Troy met Mac in the parking lot. Scott had gone home but would be at the Mac’s place by 4:30. Mac checked his watch and observed it was 2:33. He realized he would be with Troy by himself for about an hour and a half. Mac was pondering the situation very cautiously. He needed to be careful. Mac heard the familiar high-pitched voice and looked to see the boy approaching his car. Troy was dressed in his usual broad horizontal striped shirt. This time patterned in blue and orange coloring. A nice pair of blue Wrangler jeans and pair of black converse tennis shoes completed the pretty package. “Hey, Mac, I thought Scott was coming with us?” “We will meet him at the house. I am afraid it is just you and I for the trip.” Troy’s heart started beating a little faster. The day had started off clear, but it was beginning to cloud up. Mac hoped that they would be able to see the stars tonight. As Mac turned onto Highway 70, he asked Troy if he wanted to stop by the creek. Troy eyes widened and he flashed his boyish cute smile. “YES!” Mac pulled past his driveway and drove the car down a small gravel road which winded back into a small wooded private area and parked by the creek. Troy got out of the car and was entranced by the cool looking water. While it was late May, it was a rather hot day for that time of year. “Can I wade in the creek” Troy asked in his excited voice. “Go ahead kid, we still have a while to go and I brought some towels from work. Troy sat down on a log lying along the creek bank. He removed his shoes and socks. Mac smiled at the sight of the boy’s little feet complete with cute, dainty little toes. Troy’s heart was beating faster; his breath was becoming a little shorter as he reached for the hem of his shirt. With a deep breath, Troy pulled his shirt up, over his head and off placing it on the log. Mac was starting to feel some stirrings in his groin as his dormant cock was beginning to awaken. Troy then undid his belt, pulled at the snap of his jeans, lowered the zipper and let his jeans fall to the ground. Mac took it all in. His gaze fell to Troy’s feet and slowly traveled upwards. Troy’s legs were long for such a short boy. The legs were thin and luminous white. There was a slight hint of calves and the thighs looked soft and a little more fleshy then other parts of Troy’s body. Mac quickly scanned over the boy’s white briefs to his hairless bright white chest complete with two small pink areolas and nipples. Troy’s was very thin. Mac’s hands would probably stretch completely across his torso if they were placed side by side. The 11-year old’s neck was a little longer than Mac envisioned. Then there was that sweet face. So bold and pretty. When the boy turned to go into the creek, Mac’s eyes fell on the cute little butt that was encased in the Fruit of the Looms briefs. Troy’s ass was a sweet little treat to take in. Mac warned him to stay out of the sunlight to not burn. All week-long Troy and Mac had talked, and the closeness was developing. Mac was having very sexual thoughts. He hadn’t masturbated to Troy’s image since that day he took him home, but he wanted to sometimes. Troy was also having a tough time. He constantly had dreams of Mac. Right now he was having a ball splashing around up to his knees in the creek. He looked muğla escort over at the man “come in with me” he pleaded. Mac shook his head “we don’t have time today.” Troy stepped out of the water and slowly walked towards the object of his young desire. Troy approached to sit next to Mac on the log. Mac finally could not look away and his eyes fell on the boy’s crotch. Mac could see the outline of a small penis which was starting to get larger. Troy’s briefs were a little small for him and the outline of the circumcised head was very apparent as it was pressed against the material. Troy sat down next to Mac and leaned his left shoulder into Mac’s right shoulder. Mac put his arm around him and started rubbing Troy’s right arm. “Troy you need to keep out of the sun, so your skin doesn’t burn.” Troy turned to him, their faces now very close “I know, that is why I don’t wear shorts. That and the fact that my legs are ugly.” “They are not ugly” retorted Mac. Troy frowned “they are not tanned like the other boys.” “Stand up Troy” Mac instructed Troy to stand up in front of him on a towel placed on the ground. “We have to get those sweet little feet cleaned off before you put your socks back on” as Mac placed himself on the large beach towel. Mac lifted Troy right foot and dried it off and then did the same to the left foot. Mac reached down behind Troy’s ankles and began rubbing the legs over the calves. Mac then dropped his towel and clasped the thin legs with his strong hands. He opened his palms and started, slowly, sensually rubbing the delicious legs. So smooth, white, soft like cotton, this boys’ legs were truly like alabaster. “You’re not an athlete are you” Mac said, smiling up at Troy. “How can you tell that” Troy responded. Mac laughed and lifted Troy’s right foot and rubbed the bottom of it. “No roughness, all softness” said Mac as he put Troy’s foot back on the ground. Now Mac was head level with Troy’s white briefs. His face was so close he could feel the heat rising from the boy. He could also smell Troy’s youth. Mac reached out and touched the waistband which he immediately withdrew from. “Troy turn around I want to check your backside and see if we need to get any water or mud off of you.” Troy did as he was told. Now the boy’s magnificent young ass was directly in front of his face. Mac inhaled “no problem here'” He then placed his hands on the small boy’s thin hips and turned him around to face him. Mac looked up at the sweet face while Troy was breathing so hard his tummy was contracting. Mac knew deep down the boy’s smell acted as a mating call. Mac started to massage the chest and stomach tickling the belly button causing a giggle from the cute boy. Mac noticed no bruises or marks on the white thin legs. “Troy you are perfect. You are white, but that is a good thing because it means the sun has not damaged this priceless skin.” Troy smiled “yea but I am not tanned like you or Scotty.” It was this point while looking down Troy saw the hair on Mac’s chest. “Man, you have a lot of hair on your chest Mac” observed the 11-year-old. “Can I see?’ Mac thought about it and felt there would be no harm and unbuttoned his red flannel shirt and removed it. Troy stood in silence and stared at Mac’s torso. Hair was everywhere. It was a little darker blonde then the hair on the head and beard. It was so thick that Troy could not fully make out Mac’s breast. The hair left a thick trail down over a little protruding stomach past the belly button, which was hidden, to the top of the man’s tight jeans. “Can I see your legs?” Mac kicked off his cowboy boots, unfastened his huge belt buckle, pulled the zipper and lowered his jeans kicking them off to the side. Troy looked at the strong haired covered legs. Even Mac’s feet tops and knees were covered with hair. Troy then looked at the dark blue briefs Mac was wearing and wondered about the package behind them. Mac’s cock looked enormous. Troy mouth went a little dry as Mac turned and gave the boy a view of his backside. Mac’s back was covered in hair from his neck to his feet. “You look like a gorilla” laughed Troy while now staring at the man’s strong, steel ass. Mac turned back to face him. Troy wondered “will I look like that someday?” Mac smiled I don’t muş escort think you will, but you won’t know until you hit puberty. “What is that?” Troy looked in a form of confusion. “You will find out, trust me.” Mac said as he started to pick up his jeans. “Mac can I feel it” Troy pleaded. Mac was now starting to worry, but since he had touched Troy, he gave his permission. Troy reached out with both his little hands and started massaging and pulling lightly on the coarse hair. “I feel so naked next to you” Troy whispered. In fact, Troy was feeling inadequate as well after seeing the grown man’s penis protruding through his underwear. Next to his own meager penis, Mac was awesome. Troy stepped and looked at Mac’s large cotton covered penis. He wasn’t sure but it now looks bigger. Troy could see the head’s outline against the briefs. “Will mine get like that?” Troy asked. “It is really not that big, between 7 to 8 inches” said Mac. “But enough about that, we need to get back. It is almost four-o-clock” beamed Mac as he took in the nubile figure of the young boy for one last time. Suddenly, Troy wrapped his arms around Mac. “I really don’t want to go; can you call Scotty and cancel?” Mac smiled looking down at the mop of dark brown hair. “No, we need to go. You will have fun. The telescope will be fun to see. We can come back again.” Troy looked up and a boy’s hazel green eyes met the man’s deep blue eyes. “Just the two of us Mac?” “Just the two of us my little muffin.” For the first time, Troy nuzzled the right side of his face into Mac’s hairy chest. The boy loved the feel of the hair engulfing his face near the breast area. Mac reached down and kissed the top of Troy’s head. Troy looked up at the bearded man with a comely expression. Troy started to tiptoe up and Mac started to lower his head looking at the thin lips of the young boy. Suddenly, Mac’s inner voice told him to halt as he pulled back. “Well let’s get going” he commanded. Troy frowned “Mac we have some more time. The house is just up the hill. Did I do something wrong and you don’t like me anymore?” Troy sat down on the log and placed his hands in his head. Mac was heartbroken. This kid has never really felt any kind of compassion and, he had to admit, love from someone who can understand him. His grandmother loves him, but she can’t relate to him. Mac understood now. Troy was gay. Mac understood those feelings all too well. Mac sat next to Troy and put his arm around him. “There is nothing wrong Troy. You did nothing but look beautiful.” Mac could not get up. “As a matter of fact, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever been close to. Mac started massaging the boys back. It was different this time. Troy felt the difference and looked at Mac with wanting lips. Mac reached down with his left hand and started at Troy’s left foot and ran the palm up the smooth, velvety white skin turning under the leg to the calf then over the knee to the thigh coming to a rest just at the start of the underwear leg seam. Troy felt his erection strain against the front panel of his briefs. Mac leaned back and Troy immediately saw the huge bulge in the triangular area of Mac’s briefs. Mac noticed what the boy saw. “Yes Troy, that is for you.” I know you know I like guys, but I can’t love a boy like you. I could get in a lot of trouble.” “I won’t tell Mac.” I know honey, but…..” Mac stopped as Troy turned to him and leaned his forehead into Mac’s shoulder. Mac pulled the boy back. Their noses were now almost touching. Mac reached out and caressed a freckle on Troy’s nose. “No, it won’t come off” laughed the older man. Troy looked at Mac with his clear lovely eyes. “Can I touch your beard.” Mac whispered, sure. Troy reached out with both hands and played with Mac’s almost reddish blonde beard. Troy grinned “it is so stiff.” Mac raised his right hand to Troy’s left cheek and caressed the check down to the jawline and then back up. Troy continued to caress the beard as Mac placed both his hands behind the boy’s head and drew Troy’s lips to his. Troy jumped back laughing. “Your beard tickles.” Then Troy leaned back in and kissed the smiling man again. The kiss was slowly sensual, and Mac put his right arm behind Troy’s back and while simultaneously nevşehir escort moving his left hand down to Troy’s underwear. Mac’s hand found its destination and he lightly cupped the small penis through the fabric of the briefs. The kiss would break at times, and then commence again. Mac lowered his head and lightly kissed Troy’s neck then kissed up to his right earlobe, over his jaw and cheek on his way back to the lips. Mac finally moved his left hand to the top of Troy’s underwear waistband. He then flattened his hand and slid it beneath the fabric. Mac’s hard on was crushing against his briefs, and a slight wet spot was forming. Troy reached down and cupped Mac’s package. The boy’s eyes widened when he realized how big Mac was. However, he was not ready to go inside Mac’s underwear. Mac worked the little cock between his thumb and forefinger. Troy raised his head back. Mac suddenly picked him up and sat him on his lap and with his left hand grabbed the waistband of the underwear, he slid them down the slender legs and off to the ground. Troy lay back across Mac’s strong lap as the man supported him with his right hand behind his shoulder blades and his left hand behind his knees. This caused Troy’s nearly 4-inch penis to spring to attention. Mac loved the shape of the cut job. It was a perfect job with a smooth white shaft attached to loveable little balls. Mac lost his will as he lowered his head towards his own lap and took Troy’s cock into his mouth. Mac slowly started by licking the small head before pursing his lips to suck up and down in a slow motion rhythm as he widened his legs a little, freeing his right hand to caress Troy’s little tits. This also had the affect of allowing his massive shaft to rub against Troy’s little ass. Mac started bobbing his head quickly while gyrating his hips massaging hard cock under his briefs. Troy’s eyes started seeing stars, his head swam, and the heavy breathing nearly made his heart pound through his chest as the orgasm hit him. Troy’s legs kicked and his head started to bob when Mac quickly lifted the boy facing him on his lap. Troy wrapped his legs around Mac. Mac pulled him into a full kiss while rocking his cock under the tight little bare butt of his little muffin. Mac, wildly breathing, noticed Troy’s little prick was getting hard again. It shocked the older man to think that such a young boy could recover so fast. Mac broke off the kiss, picked Troy up and turned him around where the boy’s butt was facing him. Mac went wild staring at the slim straight hips and bubble butt. Mac reached out his hands placing them on each cheek. Mac took a quick look as his thumbs met together at the top of the crack and split the boy’s melon right down the middle to the bottom. Mac caught a quick glimpse of Troy’s perfect little pink pucker before pulling the boy back on his lap. Troy ass crack fell on top of Mac’s stretched penis lying torturously flat in the briefs. The covered cock fit perfectly in the upper area of the boy’s crack. Mac reached around and took Troy’s little cock between his thumb and finger. This time Mac joined his thumb and finger forming a little ring and started lightly pumping the little member. Mac leaned Troy back, twisted his head around Troy’s right face side and caught the boy’s mouth. This time Mac slowly licked Troy’s lips before easing his tongue into the mouth. Mac licked the pretty little buck teeth and sucked on the little tongue. Troy came with a whimper and Mac shot his load as he grabbed the boy’s shoulder, rubbed down the side and then hugged Troy against his hairy chest. They started to cool down and the afterglow started. Mac got up and Troy noticed the huge wet mess on the man’s underwear. “I will explain it later Troy. Why I can do this, and you can’t yet.” Mac cleaned up Troy and helped dress him. Troy had said nothing and it worried Mac. The two of them got dressed and got into the car. “We will talk about all of this I promise.” Troy finally talked “can we do this again Mac? It was such a perfect day.” Mac put his right hand behind Troy’s little head “we sure can muffin.” Mac and Troy kissed one more time before starting the car. Troy took Mac’s hand as they were heading back to the house, and Mac took the little hand in his palm lightly squeezed. It was close but they made it. The rest of the evening went as planned. Mac and Troy would steal glances with each other, but never gave anything away. Mac now understood he was safe with Troy. Mac took Troy home later, and both fantasize more about the other. More to come!!!!

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Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 3 (gay, adult-youth) I woke up on Sunday morning to a boiling hot day. I stroked my morning wood thinking about how I lost my virginity to Bulldozer Man. How hot was that? To be able to be thoroughly fucked by such a stud and for my first time! I could still feel a little bit of the vaporub burn in my asshole and I teased my hole with my finger and I stroked my dick at a steady rhythm. I decided to hold off cumming to wait and see if Bulldozer Man might show up at the trailer later: I had breakfast with my parents and learned that they were going sailing with some of our relatives and that I was welcome to join. I told them I had plans and would see them at dinner when they returned. About 10:00 am I heard Bulldozer Man’s Ford F-350 come roaring into the lot next door. My heart skipped a beat wondering if I could be lucky enough to be fucked again. I discreetly went over to the trailer and found him sitting at his desk smoking a cigarette. “What’s up cunt boy?” he asked. “You sniffing around for some cock?” He tossed me a cigarette and I lit up and tried to inhale like a real grown up. He took off his work boot and tossed it over to me. “That get you hard boy?” I inhaled deeply and he could see my cock starting to tent my gym shorts. I licked inside the boot and the aroma and taste of the sweaty leather caused my cock to stand straight up. He went over and kneeled at his crotch. “Not so fast, fag boy, my feet need some attention today.” He put his socked foot in my face and I pressed my nose and mouth against it. I sucked on the sweaty sock and my head spun with pleasure. I removed the sock and licked and sucked the soles of his foot, in between his toes and faced fucked myself with his hairy toes. He pressed the toes deep into my mouth and I started gagging. He loved this and pulled the back of my head and pressed his foot deeper. I gagged, coughed and vomited a little. He just took his foot slowly out of my mouth and made me lick my vomit up and swallow it. “It’s too fucking hot in this trailer, let’s go over to the basement in the house”. The basement was dark, cool and damp. He pulled my clothes off and bent me over a workhorse and smacked my ass cheek. “Who you been fucking, boy? Your old man fucking you?” I shook my head no and he was not satisfied. He smacked my ass harder, “you been fucking yourself with a dildo or something?, Nobody takes a big dick like mine for the first time without squealing!” I quietly said “No one, yours was the first cock I sucked and you are the one who busted my cherry. He took his leather belt out of his jeans and whipped my ass with malatya escort one hard smack. I squealed with pain. “Just like that faggot boy! If you had been a virgin, you would have whelped liked that when my dick busted your cherry.” He moved over in front of me and slapped my face. I didn’t whimper or move. He unzipped his pants and took his semi-hard cock out and started slapping my face with it. “Fucking cock whore, I think you are a lying cock whore.” He had a semi and I started sucking his cock while still bent over the workhorse. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked up and down the veiny shaft and bobbed on the head. I put my tongue in the groove between his foreskin and cock and I licked and sucked his big hairy balls. My ass checks were spread out from leaning over the workhorse and I could feel the cool damp basement air on my hole and it started twitching. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I heard a voice behind me say. My heart skipped a beat and I jumped. Bulldozer Man also got a shock. I looked around and saw one of the other workers I had seen at the site. He was one of hot, older workers about 55, 6′, 210 lbs. I had noticed before that his chest was covered with salt and pepper hair and he had a flat top haircut and a matching beard. My initial shock and increased heart beat started to decrease. I was also turned on because I remembered that when I watched him piss, his dick was uncut and very thick. “Dub, what the fuck are you doing here? Bulldozer Man asked. Dub responded, “Just drove back, saw your truck and wondered if everything was ok. Didn’t know you were dipping your pecker in some boycunt, you gonna share?” Bulldozer Man looked at me and nodded questionly, I nodded in the affirmative. “Fuck man, you already own his assI can see it?” said Dub. “You can hang around for sloppy seconds”, said Bulldozer Man. “Fuck yea, ain’t nothing better than boycunt that’s already been sauced up,” said Dub. I was still leaning over the workhorse and Bulldozer Man took his semi-hard cock and smacked my face. I started sucking his cock. “Get him slicked up for me Dub” said Bulldozer Man. Dub came up behind me and slapped my ass hard and asked. “Has he ever been fucked?” “I tapped his ass yesterday and he claims he was a virgin, but I think his old man is fucking him” said Bulldozer Man. Dub took his belt off, gave me two sharp strikes on my ass and asked “Your old man fucking you boy?” With Bulldozer Man’s cock still in my mouth, I answered no. Dub came up behind me and rammed his thick, manly middle finger as far as it would go. I winced and my ass bucked up. maltepe escort He moved his finger in a wide circular motion deep within me and stated “He ain’t been fucked much” and then to me “How many times you been fucked boy?” I answered only once and pointed at Bulldozer Man. Dub then said “He ain’t lying.” He started to finger fuck my ass and Bulldozer Man started face fucking me hard. Even though Dub’s finger hurt like hell, I was enjoying this moment and my dick stiffened up to a full hardon. “Look, he likes it, his clit is standing up” said Dub. Dub pulled his finger out, kneeled down and started licking my crack and hole with his thick, rough tongue and it was driving me crazy. His beard and moustache were scratching my ass and this was also a turn on. He pulled a cigar out of his shirt pocket, licked it and started fucking me with the cigar. The rough brown tobacco stimulated my ass hole and my canal until I was squirming with delight. Bulldozer Man held my ears and face fucked me hard, his big hairy balls slapping my chin. I could smell the manly scent of his bush and balls. “Trade places with me Dub” said Bulldozer Man. Dub removed his clothes and stood before me with his beer can dick pointed at my mouth. Bulldozer Man was fingering my ass and stroking his own cock. He rubbed his big, veiny cock in my crack a few times, pointed the head at my hole and entered. At the same time, Dub pressed his thick cock in my mouth. It was so thick that I could hardly get my mouth around it. “Open up boy”, Dub said and smacked my face hard. I opened up and Dub rammed his dick all the way in my mouth. The head of it was closing my throat. He pulled my head up and down until I could breath again and he started face fucking me hard. This was a totally new experience for me, both my mouth and my ass were being stimulated and I thought my brain would go into sensory overload. They spit roasted me in a way that when one of them thrusted inwards, it pressed either my mouth or my ass on to the other one’s cock. Bulldozer Man reached around and started stroking my cock and clenching my balls roughly. They continued to fuck me for what seemed to be a very long time, I was lost in the ectasy of being spit roasted by these two hunks. I was trying not to cum so they wouldn’t think I was a panty waist, but I was so close. Bulldozer Man’s legs and body began to shake and he started fucking me faster and harder like a piston. He shot his hot load in my hole with a loud roar. Dub was chuckling and said he was ready for his sloppy seconds. I became concerned if I really could take Dub’s beer can mamak escort cock. Bulldozer Man came around and put his semi-hard cock, that was covered with my ass juice and his cum, in my face and I starting licking, sucking and greedily eating his cum. Dub pushed his thick monster at my hole. He tried to be rough and ram it in, but it wouldn’t go. He massaged my ass checks and relaxed my hole until he could get the big head in. I could feel it stretching my hole and I was feeling pain but I was determined not to whimper. I was panting and sweating like crazy and wishing this would end. He pumped on and after a while, my ass adjusted to the size and I started to enjoy it. “Oh yea, jizzed up boy cunt, yea, you little fuck, take Dub’s big pole”. He leaned over me and started pulling at my nipples and slapping my ass. The mixture of pain, pleasure, excitement and horniness was overwhelming and I shot my load with a load moan. “Fucking cunt loves it”, Dub said and then he shot his load with a series of grunts and I could feel blast after blast of hot cum filling m me up. ” Been saving it up for 2 weeks”, Dub said and I could believe him. I was pretty much draped over the worhorse I was so spent. I looked up and saw Bulldozer Man and Dub standing there with their masculine, hairy, bodies glistening in sweat and their cocks slowly deflating. Fuck I was horny again! Dub noticed and said “Fucking little cunt’s horny again”. Dub picked up the cigar and lit it and passed it to Bulldozer Man, who took a big drag, and handed it to me. I took a big drag and ended up coughing which they thought was really funny. Dub looked at me and said “Boy, you are all sweaty and dirty, I think you need a shower”. They led me over to a part of the basement that was still dirt and Dub told me to kneel down. I thought they wanted me to suck them again, but they pointed their dicks at me and started to piss! Fuck! I was in heaven. They blasted me with two gallons of dark, musty piss! It went down over my head, I opened my mouth and drank it in greedily. They pissed on my chest and my throbbing cock and balls. Dub told me to get on all fours and at last they pissed on my hole. The feeling of their warm, manly piss pelting me and running down my body was so invigorating! I pumped my rock hard cock into a super orgasm. We got dressed and Dub left. Bulldozer Man tossed me a cigarette and I felt like a giant. “You remember what I said, you’re ass belongs to me. Dub is going to be sniffing around your ass, I had better not hear you’ve been fucking him behind my back”. “Sir, no, sir” I said. He looked at me and said “has your old man been fucking you, boy?” I shook my head no and he just nodded his head up and down. He tussled my hair and left. I went back to spot where they had pissed on me and started lapping up the puddles and stroked myself off…….. (Comments via email are appreciated)

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Subject: Nippon Boy The boy in this story came to me in a dream. I think we did some sex stuff but can’t remember. Our narrator/protagonist, now a grown man, was a 14 year boy in another story I wrote 8 years or so ago titled the Seduction of Hawklin Santiago. This is now 25 plus years later and is likely to be a one off chapter but that could easily change. If you like it let me know. Otherwise simply N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The boy was face down on the bed, his head to one side on the pillow so that he could breathe. I was above him, my legs on the outside of his, driving just shy of 9 inches of wrist thick uncut rock hard man cock deep into his tight little asshole. Akira liked it that way; liked being face down and fucked hard from behind. I felt him move his hips slightly, raising off the bed a few inches partially to get his hand on his raging hard cock but also to push back against me so I could get deeper into his cock hungry body. He shouldn’t have been all that cock hungry since this was the 3rd time I’d fucked him since lunch time and we weren’t yet close to the dinner hour. An otherwise rather shy and quiet boy, Akira was a wildcat once he started to get hot. He became fairly aggressive, kissing hard and sucking harder. Once his fire got lit there was only one guaranteed outcome and that was my cock shoved up his ass. He uttered a string of words, none of which I understood because he was speaking in Japanese. Still I knew that he was extolling the virtues of having my cock in him and demanding that I fuck him even harder and deeper than I was. After a moment he cried out, “On my back Hawk, please so I can see your beautiful face.” My name is Hawklin Santiago, actually I’m the 5th in line, but I go by Hawk most of the time. I am one third each Choctaw and French Creole and the remaining third a mix of Puerto Rican, 1/16th negro from 3 generations back and the rest is pure Southern white boy, although not much. All in all I was a very light brown, almost like a white boy with a great tan. I say boy, but I was closing in on 39 years old. Still, I looked much younger. I pulled about 4 inches of cock out the boy so he could begin the maneuvering to raise his right leg over my back then I had to make adjustments to my body to accommodate the position chance, all while the rest of my cock was still inside of him. But it wasn’t like we hadn’t done it before so we knew the process and accomplished it in short order and Akira was on his back facing me. I took a moment to admire his raging hard cock, 6 plus inches of thick flesh, and healthy set of balls, smooth and in full hang. I moved his legs so that his calves rested against my shoulders and my palms were flat on the bed alongside his shoulders. It wouldn’t do but what the slant eyed boy had to engage in a mouth bruising kiss before I want back to pounding his pussy. I say slant eyes but the fact was that Akira’s eyes were much more rounded than the average Japanese. There was still enough oval to them to provide a bit of an exotic look although admittedly, at the moment, they were more slitty than usual due his being up into a fog of hotness. As I fucked him closer to an orgasm I reflected on how fortunate I was to have Akira in my life. I’d had my share of boys although less than a dozen and a half, and while they had all been wonderful lovers and friends, Akira was one of the more exciting ones, right on par with Carson and Kitt, the first boys I’d had sex with when I was 14 years old. Brothers by adoption they were 8 and 10 years old when I first met them and subsequently fucked them. Up until that time I had no idea that I might like boys, I thought I liked girls. Within 6 months of meeting the boys I knew where my heart lay and where my cock should go. I’d gotten a phone call one evening from a man by the name of Winfred Dobbs who was new to our rather quiet suburban town and wanted to subscribe to the local newspaper and asked if I might stop by his home, which I agreed to do. I figured Mr. Dobbs had to be rich because he had purchased the Morris House, easily one of the biggest of the older houses in town. It was a huge old thing with a black iron fence surrounding the entire I acre property, the kind with the pointy tops on the posts. You couldn’t see through much of the front because of the bushes and flowers and trees on the inside of the fence. The whole back and half way up each side was a hedge that had to be 20 feet tall. The top of it was cut to look wavy like which I thought was pretty cool. The house was 3 stories high and had chimneys all over the place. Honestly, it was kind of like the Adams family house only much nicer. It also had a swimming pool in the back yard, which hardly anybody in town had, and a tennis court which I knew nobody had. The door was answered by an adorably cute little boy, clad only in briefs and a t-shirt, who said his name was Carson and invited me in. I followed him down a hall and into a large room, ogling his tiny butt, where I met his father. Winfred Dobbs, called Winn, was an invalid and required to use crutches to get around, the kind with U shaped brackets for your arms and the handles below that. And older man with graying hair, as an adult I would think back on how much he looked like the actor Brian Cox. “I hope you don’t think me forward Mr. Santiago and I don’t wish to embarrass you but has anybody every told you that you an incredibly attractive boy, young man?” I felt myself blush. “And your eyes are extraordinary, quite rare actually.” I said that, yes people had commented on my eyes which were a sort of violet and indeed were rare. Carson climbed onto his father’s lap and we started to discuss his needs when an older boy came into the room, he too clad only in briefs and a strap t-shirt that barely came to his waist and thus showed off his boy bulge in his no fly underpants. I was introduced to Kitt. Where Carson was adorably cute, Kitt was beautiful. His beyond shoulder length wavy blond hair, pale skin and gorgeous blue eyes, soft voice and gentle manner made him seem like a girl. His boy bulge certainly made it clear he was not a girl. While Winn and I continued our discussion, Carson sat on his lap, fiddling with his briefs and creating a visible boner which his father seemed totally unconscious of. However, as the discussion ended and Carson got off his father’s lap in order for the man to dig out his wallet his father said, “Well, I see you worked yourself into a stiffie again eh Carson.” “Yes pa-pa. I can’t seem to help it. It feels good.” Win smiled indulgently. The boy pronounced it like pa-pa, two words, maybe hyphenated. “Yes I remember Carson. It’s okay, that’s what boys do. I’m sure Hawk isn’t offended or embarrassed. I’m sure that he’s found himself in such a state just like you many times.” He opened his wallet then looked straight at me. “Isn’t that so Hawk?” I was so astounded at the casualness of the whole thing that I simply nodded my head and said yes sir. Both boys took me to the front door and both declared they thought me to be really nice and hoped we could become friends. Just as the door closed I heard Carson say, “Let’s go to my room and get rid of my boner.” And the door clicked shut. That took me completely off guard. At home in bed that night I thought about what had happened. I had never done anything with another boy, no boy had even seen me hard, but I got to wondering what it might be like. Of course I ended up with a boner so had to jack off and blasted my face in the process. Part of the arrangement was that Winn would be last on my list and the paper would be handed to him or one of the boys personally. Winfred did answer the door once and apologized for taking so long. He said the boys were in the parlor taking care of Carson’s little problem. I saw that carrying the paper was going to be a problem for Win so offered to take it in for him. He thanked me and beckoned me in. I took my shoes off and followed behind him. We passed by an open doorway on the left and I looked in to see the boys; Carson sitting on a small sofa with Kitt on his knees between his little brothers legs with his face in Carson’s lap. While I couldn’t see what he was doing it looked like he might have been sucking the boys cock. “Hawk is here,” Winn called out as he passed the door. Carson looked up, smiled and waved at me then his eyes shut and he head went backwards onto the back of the sofa and his eyes closed. The expression on his smooth little face was one I was familiar with. I felt my dick stir. “Sit and chat awhile will you Hawk.” Win had plopped down in his chair and I in mine. He asked about my heritage and I explained it too him. “Hhmmm; didn’t I read something recently about members of your tribe and the leasing out of mineral and oil rights?” Indeed a re-negotiation had taken place, increasing our monetary remuneration. All of my money went into a trust until I was 18 so I had no idea how much money was at stake. According my grandmother, whom I lived with and was raised by, it was considerable. As it turned out, on my 18th birthday it was all turned over to me, some 800 thousand dollars. I would continue to receive monthly dividends ankara masaj yapan escort to the tune of about 10 grand which also included a monthly per-capita from our casino’s and other tribal enterprises. Some 2 weeks after I started delivering to Winn, summer break was in session and I was invited to his house for a Saturday barbecue and swim. Carson was in the room when I changed into a borrowed Speedo and so saw my cock for the first time. The boy almost fainted “My god you’re huge,” he exclaimed. Indeed, at 14 I far surpassed any of my friends in my PE classes, over 8 inches. Needless to say it filled out the Speedo and both Winn and Carson commented on it. During my previous daily visits, one or both of the boys exhibited boners in their briefs or engaged in sexual behavior such as I stated a moment ago. On one occasion while we waited for Winn to show up Carson asked me to look at what he thought might be a bite of some kind. He lifted his t-shirt to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear then directed me to look under his balls which necessitated me holding them out of the way. That’s where I was when Winn entered the room. “Aahhh, is Hawk helping you fix your problem today Carson?” It scared the holy hell out of me and I jumped straight up, dropping Carson’s nuts. “Ahh no sir, he asked me to look and see if he had a bug bite or something.” “Well no matter if you were Hawk, we think of you as family and we all try to help each other out.” I looked down at Carson and saw that the kids was hard as rock, his little boner standing at attention. Winn had explained before that the boys were allowed to follow their natural instincts and if it weren’t for his disability he’d be helping them out. To that end, if I was so inclined, I was welcome to engage with them to whatever degree I’d wanted. As it turned out, we ended up swimming naked, Carson got hard as a rock and Kitt went about sucking the little boy’s cock. I was invited to join them and so I did. I won’t elaborate but I ended up fucking both boys before the day was out, all in front of Winn of course. I ended up watching the boys whenever Winn was out of town on business, went on a few trips with the family and had sex with one or both boys almost every day. Even Winn sucked my cock a few times and declared it the most satisfying he had in years. I fucked them both until I graduated high school and went away to college. By that time Kitt was a stunning and well hung 14 year old and would fuck me from time to time but mostly I fucked him. I got to see Carson into puberty and it appeared that he too would be well enough endowed. I learned a few things from Winn during those 4 years. One was an appreciation for Tennis which prompted me to join tennis teams in high school and college. Of course I used his court for practice which meant being at his house even more often which translated to more opportunities for sex. It was suggested that I consider going pro but I had no interest in that. The second thing was finance. Winn had been a stock broker in his younger years and continued to play the game after the accident that left him disabled, something that I never did learn how or what happened. By his report, the stock market had made him quite wealthy however he never disclosed any detail about that either. He taught me a lot about the business and even managed my money and my grandmother’s money and in the process enhanced our wealth considerable. His expertise and advice convince me to go into it as a career, hence my major in college. My grades were good enough to get me into an Ivy league school and my tribe paid for it. Because I attended school almost 2 thousand miles away, I rarely got home once I started college but when I did, it was a royal fuck fest the entire time. Those two boys were hot as napalm and seemed to love sex more than breathing. So it was a shock half way through my sophomore year when I was visited at school by US government NSA agents who questioned me extensively about my relationship with Winn. If they were aware of the sexual nature of my relationship with the boys they didn’t allude to it or ask a single question about them. Although they didn’t give up a single bit of information about Winn or why the questions, I got the impression that they wanted him badly for some serious indiscretions. I never heard another word from Winn or the boys after I’d seen them over Christmas. At home for spring break, I went by Winn’s house but there was no sign of anyone being home. A stack of newspapers was on the porch and the lawn was way beyond needing to be cut. Not 2 days later I signed for a certified letter and got another massive shock. In short, it was the free I got my Master’s, went to work for a small company and made some solid money. My grandmother had passed away in her sleep just past my 31st birthday and left her entire estate to me which more than doubled my own net worth putting me at around 8.5 million. I quit my job and simply managed my money, earning a decent 14% yearly, allowing for the inflation rate. I began handling my tribe’s investments, word somehow got around and people began asking me to manage their money, many of them older tribal members. Some opportunities for financing property development popped up; buying and renovating older buildings into higher rent condo’s, turning open land into housing developments, acquiring rental houses and the like. By the time Akira came into my life I was worth a little over 14 mil. He came as an exchange student to my neighbors John and Lois Campbell, a couple in their early 60’s that I’d grown quite close to, partially due to their friendship with my grandmother. I would learn that the term “exchange student” didn’t quite explain the situation; it was more of a favor for a close friend. As it turned out, the Campbell’s only car was in the shop for an unexpected repair so I drove them to the airport to pick-up Akira. Akira was quite a boy, 14 years old, gentle as a lamb and while not effeminate, he possessed that androgynous quality often found in Asian boys. He was slender, slightly shorter my height 5’7�” or so, cute as all hell, smooth of face and had incredibly kissable lips. Unlike most Asians, his pitch black hair wasn’t stick straight but had enough body and the beginning of curl to always have a tousled “just fucked” look. It covered the top third of his small ears and just barely covered his thick brows with some strands falling over his eyes and grazing the tip of his cheekbones at the corners of his eyes. Plus, the black Levi’s he was wearing cupped the cutest little butt imaginable. His eyes were slightly downcast as we shook hands, his grip soft, almost limp. His demeanor was ultra-polite and culturally correct which, I assumed to be due to this being our first meeting, but I would learn that was his basic modus operandi. Akira sat in the back seat with Lois and the two chatted briefly, Lois primarily asking question and Akira answering in his soft quiet tone. I dropped them off, said that I’d see them at 5 for dinner, just come on through the gate. The house that the Campbell’s lived in, along with 4 others, had been part of the original estate and housed some of the estate workers. A gate between their house and mine had been installed for convenience sake both for them and the master of the house. It allowed the master, or guests, to come and go freely in private in order to engage in various dalliances, the mistress of the house being none the wiser. Little did the master know that his wife was doing the same thing only she was fucking the stable boys and other teens that worked on the estate or simply boys she picked up here and there. According to Winn Dobbs, rumor had it that the master discovered his wife with 4 naked and very well endowed young black teenage boys at the then vacant Campbell house one Sunday morning after church. Instead of the expected response, the man quickly stripped and joined in the melee of arms legs and genitals and got his fair share of ebony cock; down his throat and up his ass. It apparently became a regular thing with new boys, black and white, coming and going along with the occasional pre-pubescent girl with whom both master and mistress and the teen boys actively engaged. Had camera’s been readily available at the time there would have been evidence of the mistress with a cock in her cunt one in her ass and another down her throat, all at the same time. Another rumor had been that the Master of the house had become infatuated with a beautiful 13 year old black youth whom he brought onto the household staff as his valet. He installed the boy in a room next to his, a hidden door in the closet connecting the two rooms. The estate ended up being broken up during the depression era, the other houses razed and the property subdivided, the gate secured. I had it repaired when my grandmother lived there so she and the Campbells could visit without having to take a long walk around the front of the houses. After Grand’Mere passed away the visiting diminished considerable and we had an unspoken agreement that neither of us would “drop in” on the other. I fired the grill mecidiyeköy escort up at 4:30 and 5 minutes later my guests came around the house from the gate, which was shielded from view by strategically placed shrubs. They were all dressed casually in short, light shirts or t-shirt and sandals. We shook hands again. “Is very beautiful here Mr. Hawk,” Akira said, “much like city park.” It was easy to see that his enthusiasm and praise were 100% genuine. “Thank you Akira,” I replied, “may I show you around?” I got a “yes please” response, told the Campbells to help themselves to liquid refreshments in the outdoor fridge and set off with the Japanese boy. The landscaping on the property is quite extensive and beautiful and Akira had lots of comments. He was especially enthralled with the pool and tennis court, said he loved swimming and playing tennis. “Well, you are welcome to come over almost any time you like Akira.” He seemed a little perplexed about that and perhaps even thought I was being polite. “Look,” I said, maintaining eye contact with him. “I don’t get to play tennis that often, much as I’d like to, so having a somewhat steady partner would be great. Same for swimming. That said, I adore the Campbells. They are terrific people but they aren’t young and aren’t very energetic. I imagine you are likely to get bored rather easily so, coming here will likely be a nice respite for you.” He thanked me and wondered aloud how the Campbells might feel about that. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell them.” Actually they had brought it up with me, my age vs theirs and I agreed with them. We continued the tour inside the house and of course the boy was amazed at the size of the place commenting that it was so much room for just one person. In Japan, a dozen or more people would live in such a house. Indeed, there were 7 bed rooms and 5 bathrooms, formal and informal dining rooms, massive kitchen, equally massive living room and 2 smaller drawing rooms and a library full of leather bound books. The list goes on and that doesn’t count the 3rd floor servants quarters, which for all practical purposes, was sealed off. Back downstairs I tossed burgers on the grill, 1/3 pounders that I mixed myself with ground sirloin, Italian sausage and ground lamb. Killer burgers with thick sliced soft cooked bacon and Havarti cheese with red onions. Good stuff. I told the Campbell’s what I’d said to Akira about an open welcome to my home and why. They laughed and agreed and told the boy point blank that he was welcome to spend as much time with me as he wanted, they would not have any hurt feelings over it. And so, our friendship began. We set some ground rules. Mornings prior to 10 was my work time, not that I had that much to do. Call first unless other arrangements were discussed. If I was busy I’d say so but give a time when I would be un-busy. On Akira’s list of things to do, Tennis was at the top along with swimming. There were parks and zoo’s to visit, museum’s to see along with the sights in any number of cities and areas within a couple hundred mile radius. Professional sports weren’t a big part of Akira’s life but he figured that attending an occasional game might be interesting. Our first visits were rather stilted and stiff, more on Akira’s part than mine. It took a couple of weeks for him to loosen up and truly believe my friendship was real and not forced. He became more animated, figured he could act silly if he wanted or engage in a serious discussion, which we began doing more of. In the beginning if he accidentally touched me he would almost freak out and would apologize profusely. I noticed however that if the roles were reversed he didn’t seem to be bothered if I accidently touched him. He finally managed to get over it. We played tennis 3-4 times a week and sometimes Akira was present when I gave a tennis lesson to a young student, one of the half dozen boys aged 12-14 that I gave private instruction to. More than one of my students found his way to my bed for other lessons. We hit the pool almost daily. When I first suggested it, Akira said he didn’t own a swim suit. I jokingly said he didn’t need one, that I often swam naked. The expression on his smooth face was classic. “I…I…I do not think I could do that Hawk,” he stammered. “I might…” And sentence trailed off. “You’re afraid that you would get hard,” I said quietly and he nodded his head. “I can understand that Akira but just so you know, that wouldn’t be unusual nor would it bother me in the least and maybe sometime in the future you might be more comfortable trying it. Trust me, it’s very refreshing. However, let’s go buy you a swim suit, my treat.” Ten minutes later we were screaming down the freeway on my bike, a fully custom 2010 Big Dog Ridgeback. Akira laughed wildly most of the way into the city. While I wasn’t making any kind of play for Akira I was certainly curious about his development. In showing me a couple of speedos I did note that was small dicked by any means. And seeing that tiny tight little butt in a Speedo made me even more curious. Another thing that made me curious was his behavior in that, it almost seemed like he was flirting a little bit, but very subtly so it could have been my imagination. We went straight home and changed into suits and before we hit the pool Akira all but stared at my bulge which, if I do say so, is considerable. I checked Akira out as well, admired his slender body with all the creases and crevices right where they should be and of course his bulge as well as his butt. We swam a little bit every day so we saw quite a bit of each other but had not changed in front of each other by the end of his first month with the Campbells. I had dropped my speedo on the patio a couple of times but my back had been to Akira and I had a bath towel hand. The most Akira did was take his speedo off while he had a bath towel around his waist. It was as we entered into the third month that I first noticed the occasional lack of enthusiasm, as if something were weighing on the boys’ mind, but I shined it on as typical adolescent mood swings. Half-way through that month the accident happened and I got a frantic phone call from Lois Campbell. The short version was that he sister an brother in law had been in a car accident in another state and the Campbells need to go there immediately. Could Akira stay with me for the time being since school was two weeks into session . They had posed the question to Akira who was okay with it. Akira had spent the night at my house a few times after we gotten back late from an outing or up late in general so it was no big deal. It was at those times that Akira would be more open, more willing to engage in discussions of topics best done in the dark, girls sex and feelings. Somehow the subject of masturbation came up and of course Akira asked the normal questions which included adults engaging in what most boys thought was strictly boy behavior. I assured him it was not. I did learn that he was 12 when he first discovered it, he had never had a girlfriend, never been kissed. While the topic of boy on boy sex didn’t come up I was convinced that Akira had never waded in the stream nor did I suspect that he was even curious about it. So it was, the third night of Akira’s staying with me, we were sitting out on the patio with the lights off, just talking. Akira had alternated between quiet and animated but not said anything about it. Out of the blue he said, “Remember what you said about swimming naked?” I said that I did. “Maybe now might be the time to try it, when it’s dark like this.” I agreed that it might just be. “I’m still a little bit afraid,” he said quietly. “I understand completely Akira. How about this; I’ll just go ahead and take me swim suit and shirt off and dive in the pool. You can join me if you want.” We had taken to swimming in the evening and staying in Speedo’s and T’s until bedtime. I stood and stepped away from him and quickly disrobed then walked to the edge of the pool and dove in. I surfaced facing away from the boy and stayed like that until I heard him surface behind me then turned. We tread water facing each other then gently moved so that our feet were touching solid ground. “Well, how do you feel Akira,” I asked. The boy gave me a solid grin. “I am good. You were correct; it is refreshing.” I told him I was glad and happy for him. “There is something,” he said after a moment. “But I am afraid to say it.” I encouraged him to not be afraid but that I understood and anything he said to me would be just fine. “Well, there is someone,” he said. “Someone that I…” he paused as if searching for the correct words. “Someone I like and I think likes me as well, someone special to me.” I felt a bit of wrench in my belly at hearing those words. I was happy for him of course but… “It sort of happened all of a sudden Hawk. One day the feelings weren’t there then all of a sudden they were.” “Well, that’s the way it happens sometimes Akira. Do you want to tell me about this person?” He went on in the usual manner, the person was very nice, very attentive to him, smart and kind and funny, very good looking mersin escort and he was hopeful that the person felt the same way. He had been wanting to say something to the person but hadn’t gotten up the courage. “I don’t know anything about this person but I do know that you are a wonderful boy Akira, an easy boy to like. You too are very thoughtful and kind and smart and you are cute as all hell. What else would you like to tell me about her, or him, if it’s a boy.” “I think about them all the time and I think about them holding me and kissing me and doing all those things that people do when they like each other. At night, in my bed I get hard thinking about them and, well, you know.” Akira was clearly embarrassed about the admission to jacking off. I reached out and put my hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay Akira. All males jack off and when we get someone in our lives that spark our romantic interest it seems like we do it more. Thinking about such a person causes more hard cock and we all know that the best way to make a boner go away is to is to stroke it or take a very cold shower. Personally, I go for the stroking every time.” Akira tried to get a smile on his face but I could see that it was a struggle. He nodded his head, lowered it and was quiet for a moment. Finally in a very quiet voice he said, “It’s you Hawk. You are the person I have the feelings for. You are the person that I get so hard thinking about. I’m sorry for it Hawk but I can’t help it. If you want me to go I shall go.” Shocked? Bet your ass I was. Upset by the reveal? Not on your life. I gently put my fingers under his chin and got him to raise his head although his eyes remained focused on there his toes would be. “Thank you Akira. I am very flattered. No, I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay. I am more than happy to help you explore your feelings and to do the things that you dream of doing.” He finally raised his eyes. “Really Hawk? You really mean it and aren’t teasing at me.” Despite his command of English, Akira sometimes made mistakes. In answer to his question I moved my head toward then kissed him softly on the lips. “I mean it very much Akira.” I kissed him again and this time he responded by moving his lips a little bit. I kept one hand on his shoulder and let the other trail under his raised arm, down along his side then onto his tender little butt for just a second before floating around the front and finding his raging hard young cock. Akira gasped as I tool hold of his favorite body part, squeezed up down it’s length then stroked him a little bit. He felt healthy enough, 6 inches or so of slightly thick uncut cock. After a stroke or 3 I moved down cup his balls and discovered they were completely smooth and of a decent size. I backed off the kiss to see that his eyes were closed but they opened. “So, is this sort of what you had in mind sweet boy,” I asked him and got a head nod and mumbled hai. “Then let’s get out of the pool and go upstairs to my bedroom.” I took his hand and led him up the steps and out of the pool and to the outside shower for a quick rinse. I admired his body; slender almost to a point of being thin. All the creases and crevices were there and while not deep, certainly definitive. His belly sloped gently to a V that culminated in all that made him boy. His cock was raging hard and as I said, 6 inches or a little more, the head barely peeking out from under his foreskin. His balls were large enough and hung beautifully in their hairless sac. His pubic hair was quite sparse and I suspected that he was coming back from a recent shave. And his but was definitely to die for. Akira, naturally, looked me up and down. “You are huge there Hawk. I have never seen such a large kokku.” I wondered how many cocks he had seen and under what circumstances but didn’t ask. That might come in time. Instead I thanked him, handed him a towel then led him into the house. In my bed we went into each other’s arms for plenty of kissing. “Would you like me to suck you or would you prefer to go first?” He gave me the go ahead, stating he didn’t know how to do it so I have him a quickly lesson then moved to his waist, took hold of his raging teenage cock and went to town. Akira groaned and gently thrust his hips up as I swallowed half of his cock. I stroked him as I suckled, reveling in the feel of his foreskin in my mouth then his swollen cock head against my tongue. The boy was leaking precum like a faucet and I got every bit of it, loving the tasted of him. I felt up his balls a little bit as well and naturally got even more moans and groans. I swallowed the boy to the root about every 5th or 6th bob of my head and each time he gasped loudly. I knew the feeling. I finally stopped and slid back up alongside of him and we kissed heavily, his performance getting better each time. “I would like to try to suck you Hawk,” he finally said. I had no problem with that and just lay back and let the boy have his way with me. He knelt alongside me and held my cock upright, slid my foreskin back and forth a few times then looked me over. “Is so big and so hard and warm,” he said, more to himself than to me. After a thorough examination Akira lowered his head, opened his mouth and took me in. Knowing that this was his first sexual foray of any kind other than masturbation helped make it great. Seeing his cute smooth face with his terrific lips wrapped around my dick made it better. Akira took to cock sucking like a duck to water. He didn’t multi-task, that would come with time and practice, but he did a more than credible job, working my cock for a good 3 minutes before his mouth began to get sore. He backed off then moved up, still on his knees, and bent down for more kissing which he went about with plenty of enthusiasm. I reached between his legs and began stroking his cock which made him even hotter. “I akume soon Hawk,” he said after pulling his mouth from mine, his voice deepened in lust. I didn’t need to know Japanese to understand his words. “Would you like to cum right now Akira,” I asked him and got a head nod. I really wanted to rim the kid so asked if he’d like to try one more thing before I got him to squirt and got a head nod. I lay on my back and had the boy straddle me offering him my cock to suck if he wanted but if not that was okay too. He did as I asked and in a flash I was inches away from his beautiful puckered hole, the hole itself somewhat pink in nature. His smooth hairless nuts hung perfectly, one lower than the other indicating to me that he was at full hang. Just beyond his sac I caught glimpses of his cock head or the shaft. I so admired that view, and other views as well, of a boy; the folds of skin allowing the silky flesh full mobility. The eggs just on the other side of the thin smooth skin and close enough that I could imagine and almost hear, the sperm churning away, dying to be released. I imagined them to be as frenzied as a football locker room just prior to say, the Super Bowl. I raised my head and took a swipe of his most secret spot, then took another swipe then just kept my face in there and began licking. It didn’t take long before Akira groaned loudly and pushed his ass back as if to exert more pressure. I back up a bit then licked down along his perineum to his balls and licked all over the eggs, pushing them around a little before working my way back up and licking his hole some more. I reached between his legs and found his cock and began stroking him again as I slathered his hole with spit. I poked the tip of my tongue at the actual opening then around the wrinkled muscle, exploring the various textures that I found. “I akume quickly Hawk,” he groaned. I reached around and began jacking my cock while I jacked his and licked his asshole. It didn’t take long before he cried out that he was cumming. Although I couldn’t see anything I felt his cock thicken in my grip and his asshole pulse with each squirt of his sperm. I also felt it landing on my stomach. I let myself go as well and sperm began shooting out. I heard Akira yip and figured, as it turned out, that I’d shot him in the face. I knew that I gave up a good 6 or 7 jets of cum and figured at least 5 for Akira but wouldn’t know until we just stopped what we were doing. We finally did stop and Akira moved from above me and plopped his butt on the bed. His face was dripping with my sperm and his smile indicated that he was good with it. “That was quite exciting Hawk,” he said then wiped some goo from his face and onto his torso. “You made a lot of stuff.” I looked at my chest and belly and detected a fair amount of his cum although not nearly what I made, which is typically a shit load. “I cannot think you licked my gesu yar? and it felt subarash?, so excellent so amazing. I would like to try that with you please Hawk.” “I would like it if you did Akira. How did you like sucking a cock and getting your cock sucked,” I asked him. “Ikei,” he said, “very awesome to do and to be done. I liked it very, very much.” “I am very, very glad that you did. You have a lovely body Akira and I love your cock. How do you feel about putting it me?” The expression on his face was classic surprise. Okasuzo Kora,” he asked. “Me to fuck you?” I nodded my head and said that’s what I meant. “When,” he asked. “How about right now since you’re still hard.” He looked down at his cock which was standing straight up having not lost one iota of rigidity. “Yes, I still have bon?, a boner.” Well then,” I said, “let’s get us both cleaned up a little bit and we’ll have you fuck me.”

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