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Little Boys at Old Charlie's Place (MM/t, org, inc, bd,
ws, ped, beast)
by xwritr2002 (xwriter2002@aol.com)
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Another adventure of Sheriff Hadley & Deputy Welton.
This time they help a divorced dad give his sons and
their friends the kind of nasty sex they need.
***
Another adventure of Sheriff Hadley & Deputy Welton.
This time they help a divorced dad give his sons and
their friends the kind of nasty sex they need.
The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his
driveway would have made the average divorced father of
nine and thirteen-year-old boys panic. For Bob however,
the presence of one unmarked and one fully adorned
county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his
cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also
three bikes lying near the closed garage door. These he
knew belonged to three of his eldest son, Ryan's best
friends.
Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car.
Brian and Bob had been friends, and almost best
friends, since first grade. Their thirty-year
friendship involved just about every sort of activity
any two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd
Hadley would half driven the other car.
Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County and
Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least
Ryan was home and having a good time. As he got out of
the car, he wondered if little Scotty was also home.
Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home
and family's deepest secret. From the outside, it
looked as though three years earlier he had added an
18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there were a
pair of skylights that could be opened or covered
depending upon the kind of mood being set in the secret
room. The skylights were closed so he needed a couple
minutes to fully adjust. Experience told him there were
three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room.
He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and
vacant X-frame that took the place of lawnmowers, table
saws or other home equipment. On the walls where one
might expect tools, there was wide variety of whips, a
half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long
shelves that held an array of several dozen dildos and
butt plugs of varying lengths, widths, shapes and
styles and assorted other toys for inflicting pain and
pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the solid
beams of the open framed roof.
One figure stood in front of and the second stood
behind a sling. These were the naked forms of Syd and
Brian. In the sling was Bob's thirteen-year-old son,
Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 4" frame.
Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He
stood 6' 4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured
muscle, had brown hair, deep brown eyes and dimples
that had melted girls' (and at least one boy's) hearts
for as long as anyone could remember.
Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds
of mixed muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all
muscle, but age and a decadent lifestyle that included
too much booze and unhealthy food was rapidly altering
his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff
could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well.
Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face.
If the guy had a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he
did, that meant 8" of cock meat were stuffed into his
son's mouth and down his throat. In some positions that
much cock might choke the kid, but his father had
taught him the skill of laying face up and head back
and letting men slide their cocks completely out of
sight. Bob learned it by force as a high school
freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the
locker room and each fucked his young, but willing
mouth and throat.
"You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked
his old friend from across the room.
As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian
replied, "You know I am buddy. Your boy has the
sweetest mouth in the county. There ain't another kid,
male or female, who suck and swallow dick like him." He
may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him
and turned his face so they could share a deep hard
kiss.
Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and
grabbed a good fistful of his muscular ass. There was
more than enough sweat to moisten two fingers and slide
them into the often-fucked hole hidden in the deep
crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick
invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm
fucking his little mouth and throat real good. How
about you doing the same to my ass!"
Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know
I'll fuck this hard ass real good, but not quite yet.
First, I'll have me a quick taste." With that, he
withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his mouth
not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have
had the best tasting ass around."
Syd watched the two old friends make out as he
continued to fuck Bob's son's ass. The sheriff's cock
was not nearly as long as Brian's, but it more than
made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he
fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of
the state. It was a little over six inches long, but
was nearly nine inches around. The cute teen was taking
every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his mouth had
not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have
been crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was
all but certain Ryan would be begging for more cock and
harder and deeper strokes.
At thirteen, Ryan had five years experience as a pussy
for well-hung men. He could take the biggest cock in
the county and still beg for more. His dad had recently
started shaving his adolescent ass and legs so they
would always be as smooth as when he had be nine or
ten.
Ryan never complained about getting fucked, sure, the
first time had hurt, but even that experience had
become pleasurable as his little boy's ass loosened up
and accepted his dad's manhood.
Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even
before his dad took his cherry. In the five years
since, the lad had regularly practiced taking cock from
both ends. When men asked which he liked better, Ryan
would honestly answer that he wasn't sure.
Some days he had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the
feel of a cock in his mouth and on others he felt
hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. The only
days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the
fuck-itch would hit him and he had to have his deep
insides scratched!
Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the
sheriff. He and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and
greeting. Bob's eyes fell to his son's slender,
hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the boy's
stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least
two if not three loads of cum cooling on his son's
body.
"How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob
asked.
"It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd.
"Hell, Brian's only shot one load in his cocksucker's
mouth and I haven't even cum once in his tight pussy.
Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick
and was wondering if it was two loads or three," said
Bob.
"Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed
hard against Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and
the second was nice, too. I guess you didn't find
anybody to fuck you at school today and came home with
a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian
directed his question to the boy knowing he could not
possibly answer in words.
Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his
untouched cock began to twitch. It was clear he was
about to cum for a third time, but his dad had other
plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock and the
other flicked one finger painfully against the tender
piss hole once and then twice.
Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth tried to
scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of
his son two more times before the need to cum passed
and the small cock shriveled into its almost
nonexistent limp form.
Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed
curiosity and disgust. The cause for his disgust was
obvious. At thirteen, when he should be becoming a man,
his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a nine
year-old. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't
exactly correct. Ryan's nine year-old brother's cock
was almost an inch longer and a quarter inch thicker.
How could his adolescent son have a cock that measured
barely 2.5" when hard?
Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-
wife's family. At the same age, he had sported almost
six inches of pussy pleasing meat. He, like his son,
was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his
fucking had been with girls.
It was not until his sixteenth birthday that he had
first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a
special treat from his best friend's dad. The man
fucked both boys and then watched Bob fuck his willing
buddy.
Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it
into the deep crease. He attempted to finger the man's
ass but it was clenched tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the
sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet and your fingers
would make me do just that."
"No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking
said. "How about giving me a taste of this instead."
Bob's hand managed to grab Syd's cock on an outward
stroke.
"Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's
ass juices off my big fat fuck-stick."
He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out
of Ryan's ass. The thirteen year-old cunt hole did not
close and the two men got a good look at the exposed
red interior. Bob knelt and took just the head of Syd's
cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the
array of flavors.
He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat
monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a
while before letting it escape his mouth. He then used
his tongue to gather the ass juices and other heady
flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock.
At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's
throat because Bob heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon,
dad. Let him put it back in me. I need a fuck real bad
and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I know
how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating
of cum."
The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He
stood up and used his left hand to guide the sheriff's
cock back to his son's almost closed-up pussy. Bob
placed the fat tip at the opening and watched it spread
wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff Hadley
grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to
the boy's pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of
cum from his son's body. Warm or cool he could think
of almost nothing that tasted so good.
Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and
seemingly ready to fire another load, he took just the
head between his teeth and bit hard. Ryan's body jerked
and he tried to scream through a stuffed throat and
mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned
long ago that his son reacted strangely to pain.
When it was his tiny cock being abused the boy reacted
like most others. He'd lose his erection if he had one
and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still
claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his
body.
If the pain was administered to other parts of his
young anatomy, Ryan's senses directed it straight to
his cock as pleasure. Bob first learned this when he
gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday and
found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny
1.5" erection. Further trials over the ensuing years
found nearly every type of pain inflicted to any
portion of his body had the same effect.
The most sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his
little boy ass cheeks and tits. The later could no
longer be described as "little boy tits" because of
years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and
various clips and clamps, often with weights attached.
The now puffed out and elongated nipples looked more
like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but they were
attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young
boy.
Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son
being fucked from both ends by the two lawmen. He
pinched the sheriff's meaty tits - the man had
developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated
work - and then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are
Jason, Tyler and PJ in the house with Mark?" he asked,
inquiring about the three bike owners and his younger
son.
"Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We
already had Ryan up and the sling and were fucking him
good, so they said they'd just go and have some fun
with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs at
Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that
was less than fifteen minutes before you got here."
"Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them."
Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the
three teenagers and his nine year-old would be. Mark
was, if anything, the hottest and nastiest of the
Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble
taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and
older brother sometimes experienced. However, he more
than made up for size in sheer numbers. Bob had no
doubt that in the last two years his youngest son had
been fucked almost as often as his older brother and
dad combined.
He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the
kinkiest of the trio. Bob entered the main portion of
the house and then turned right. Down one flight of
stairs was the partially finished basement. The part
that was finished was a large, brightly lit open
corner.
White tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the
shine from a pair of bright lights that doubled as heat
lamps. There was a single showerhead on one wall. The
entire floor was slanted slightly to drain all water to
a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of
the area and had a closable drain in its center.
Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for
two young boys and their friends to clean up and not
track dirt or mud through the house. The room's primary
purpose was as a water sports playground and its most
frequent user was little Mark.
The boys were eight and five the first time Bob caught
Ryan pissing on his little brother in the bathtub. He
had naturally been angry and was about to punish the
seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though
piss-coated lips, "Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I
asked him to do it. I liked getting pee-pee on me."
This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of
the tiled area while another teen knelt between the
legs of a much small boy. Jason and Tyler held their
adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss onto the
face and directly into the mouth of nine year-old Mark.
The boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the
yellow streams as possible while lying on his back, but
his mouth looked more like an erupting piss volcano. At
the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy.
From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths.
Jason and Tyler could easily be brothers and indeed
were cousins. Both had the blue-eyed, blond-haired
boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. Each
stood 5' 4" tall and weighed about 130 pounds.
Their bodies were deeply tanned with only slightly
paler areas where small swimming suits occasionally hid
a portion of each boy. Their cocks were also amazingly
similar. When erect, like now, they were 4" spikes of
hard, cut boy flesh. They pointed almost straight up
above small hairless balls sacks and were fringed with
a barely noticeable ring of recently sprouted dark
blonde curls.
Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and
Bob's very intimate oral inspections had found very
little transparent peach fuzz. He wondered how long
they would stay such perfect examples of boyish beauty.
He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and
asses like he did Ryan's.
He had already suggested shaving their young bushes,
but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the
refusal was not being allowed to come to the house for
a week. A punishment that backfired on Bob because the
pair found other places to fuck his sons and he did not
have the chance to share in their bodies.
Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and,
when Bob asked his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that
neither had ever fucked either boy. They said they had
never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck them,
either.
PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had
frequently tried to take the boys' cherries, but were
always rebuked. Each, plus Mark and Ryan, had spent
considerable time eating those smooth, tight, pink
holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times.
The blonde beauties claimed to be basically straight
and that fucking a pussy-boy like Jason or little Mark
just made them even bigger studs. The three men had
each pointed out how story did not explain all the time
the pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed
quite well. The cute blondes answered these charges the
only way possible, with silence.
PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous
mulatto. His black father was a structural engineer
with the largest construction firm in town and his
white mother was a teacher at the high school. She
would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year.
Bob knew the parents intimately. A dozen cars and
nearly two-dozen guests at an early morning party in
the couple's home prompted a complaint call to Syd. The
call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no
attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed
couple.
Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a
party in progress. However, every car was parked
legally and there was no noise audible from the
sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be watching
he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the
hostess answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy
robe.
He looked over her shoulder and around the dimly lit
room and saw a large number of partially dressed, and a
few totally naked, people. Some were slow dancing and
others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly
explained the reason for his visit and told the woman
that there was no problem and to enjoy herself. She was
pleasantly surprised at his tolerance and gave the
sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed and
displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye.
When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he
told Bob about the party he had observed. He added that
it was clear not all couplings were male and females.
Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob took it
upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He
did so under the false guise of a father worried about
his son and theirs engaging in homosexual activity.
PJ's parents proved not only to be not concerned that
their son was fucking and sucking with other boys,
their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his
son had a racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his
real reason for coming, a chance to meet a sexually
attractive and intriguing couple, an immediate bond was
formed.
Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both
husband and wife. In turn, the handsome black man had
fucked him. They repeated the experience several times
and had even included their two thirteen year-old sons.
Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9"
pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his
slightly smaller cock to fuck Ryan.
He would move about the room to sample the assorted
mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's
one regret was that he could not attend the bi-sexual
free-for-alls they hosted every other month. The couple
said anything could and did happen, but the one rule
was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who
lived together would be allowed, and singles were
strictly taboo.
Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate
milk-colored cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was
not actually fucking the boy. There was a look of
peace and ease on the older boy's face. He wondered if
PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy.
As he continued to watch, Mark's flat little belly
began to swell like a woman rapidly going through the
early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward and
placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's
shoulder. The boy jerked slightly, but did not remove
his cock or begin fucking.
"Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a
nonchalant tone.
"Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was
doing the most natural thing in the world. Then he
added, "How'd you know?"
Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he
said, "My skinny nine year-old son usually doesn't look
like a pregnant girl in her sixth month."
By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in
Mark. Jason had moved over the small boy in a "69"
position. His body hid the kid's swollen belly. Tyler
was next to Bob and began removing the man's clothes.
He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as
naked as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially
erect, but Tyler's 'straight' lips and tongue quickly
had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler was probably the best
cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him away to
prevent cumming much too quickly.
PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized
prick was sliding smoothly in and out of the young
boy's pussy. Once the broad head popped free and was
accompanied by a quick squirt of piss.
Tyler stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just
long enough to push his cock into the darker boy's ass.
The pair then combined to fuck young Mark while Bob
moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler sampling
their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin
cunts.
PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's
tight, piss-filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's
prick working his fuck chute pushed him over the limit.
He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a dozen times
before the rigor left his body.
His shoulders slumped and he fell or Jason's torso.
Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his cock got
from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his
supply of creamy boy juice into his friend's ass.
When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the
mixture of cum and ass juice. He thought PJ had the
best tasting ass he had ever eaten and always strove to
be first in line to suck a cock that had just fucked
him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man
switched his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks
of the black youth's ass.
He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart.
His tongue quickly found the slightly opened hole and
slid easily inside. The savory flavor of warm cum and
steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's lips and tongue.
He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty
mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ.
While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had
cum in Mark's mouth and added a creamy frosting to the
bellyful of piss. Jason was now kneeling before the
younger boy and the pair were kissing, their piss and
cum soaked lips and tongues locked together.
PJ's cock had softened and slid free of Mark's ass
allowing a stream of the same mixture to burst free.
Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the piss that
had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly
pushed his face into the pool and claimed several
mouthfuls of the mixture.
By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard
on. That fact quickly came to the boys' attention.
Jason was the quickest, getting his left hand and lips
on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly larger,
a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed
Jason away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other
two boys at bay.
When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the
entire shaft, the dark youth moved over the man's body
and sat his teen-boy cunt on the hard shaft. It slid
smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the boy's
ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs.
Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys.
He had since he too was that age and with few
exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not only was the
kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass
had the perfect shape of a young athletic god.
The boy's pussy could also take a big cock like few
others. Years of training from his stud of a father had
turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench
ready to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and
Mark, PJ was the only young boy Bob knew who could take
Syd's extra wide fucker.
PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a
leisurely pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure
and relaxed way it was being given. He his eyes closed,
he felt a pair of warm stiff prods bump against his
cheeks.
Without opening his eyes, the man knew they must be the
stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and
let the pair take turns fucking his mouth.
Occasionally, the cousins managed to get the heads of
both cocks in his mouth at the same time.
He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ
groan, "Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Lick my balls some,
too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. Swallow it all.
Fuck your throat."
Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least
once, Bob's cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his
hips upward adding to the depth and power of the fuck
he and PJ were giving each other. When he came, his
body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a
less experience partner.
PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard downward
to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the
man's love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded
deep into his body as he willed his insides to try and
milk even more.
PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under
him, the teen relaxed and let the man's son take his
load. This was his third cum in less than forty-five
minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an equal
amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his
lust sated and his body sapped of all strength fell
backward onto Bob's body just as the other two boys
came.
Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum
found a home there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the
open and landed on the side of Bob and PJ's faces.
Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly what they
were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the
remainder of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the
erect shaft. Mark, having completed cleaning the dark
youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum-streaked faces.
He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of
male cream as well.
*
A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a
heap on the tile floor. Jason lay somewhat away from
the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's dozing form. Between
the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass pressed
against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still
in the youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by
the booming voice of Sheriff Hadley.
"Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a
perverted pedophile and the four boys he just finished
molesting. Correction, it seems he is still molesting
one of them."
"I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said
Bob slowly sitting up. The movement was enough to
adjust PJ's position and dislodge his cock from the
boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream of cum flow
from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes
ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my
son."
"Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds
ago he still had two big man-sized cocks in his hot
teen-boy body, and I bet he can still feel them!"
"Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of
piss built up that could drown a horse."
Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front
of the handsome man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch
cock into his mouth. He held it loosely, not sucking or
using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the boy
lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian
relaxed the muscles holding back his piss and let his
flow begin. The initial surge filled Mark's mouth and a
little dribbled from his mouth.
PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as
much as the nine year-old and hated to see even this
little bit go to waste. A strong hand on his shoulder
stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one hand on PJ's
shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As
the dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of
dark yellow piss burst up and into his face. The man's
hand pinched off the heady flow until PJ dropped to his
knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass and piss
flavored head.
"Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty
piss drinking faggot cause I got a big load stored up.
I was going to piss it into that other teen-pussy, but
he passed out on me."
PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the
man's cock. It sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I
need your piss." Bob thought that was close to what the
boy said or would have said had he been able.
While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact
words, PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips
closed around the squirting tip and he, like his best
friend's little brother, strained to swallow as much of
the golden treasure as possible.
For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley
filled and re-filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or
Mark's mouth would begin to overflow, the man pissing
into that boy would stop or at least slow the pace of
his stream. By the time they were finally finished
giving the boys their twin treats, both men had the
beginnings of new hard-ons.
PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men
were completely hard and continued until they had cum
one last time. The nine and thirteen year-olds turned
to each other and kissed. Their small pointed tongues
trading the creamy treat each had been offered.
"Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the
luckiest guy in the world. With a pair of hot
cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around all day and
this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid
a hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark
purple nipple and then let his hand slide down and
around to squeeze his ass. "I think I would have fucked
myself to death by now."
"Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little
extra help keeping their pussies happy, just give us a
call."
"Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're
welcome anytime. Just drop on by or, hell you're the
law, just arrest them and fuck their hot cunts in the
squad car in one of the cells down at the station,"
said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the
other officers and any inmates, as well.
"You've got a deal," agreed Syd.
The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed
back to get their clothes and return to the station.
Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and saw they were still
ready for more action. PJ, despite being completely
hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the
stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was
soaking his hair and body. His dad leaned over and took
the dark cock into his mouth and took a drink of the
steamy piss.
When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared
Mark's piss. They took long drinks. They let is splash
against their faces. They played in the warm stream
like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark
finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and
rubbed their wet bodies against each other. Bob
suggested they step under the shower and rinse off the
sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked
the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their
young bodies.
The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot
piss had all three hard again. Bob decided to lead them
back into the other room and see what Ryan and the
others were up to. They found Ryan alone in the dimly
lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed
and left.
Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains
attached to wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his
straining toes were still an inch off the floor. His
dad approached with an arm around each of the other
boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked
pussies.
Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian
had left his son in quite a predicament. A butt plug,
the man's quick inventory of the shelves told him it
was hand-shaped and about the size of an average
woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A
parachute-style ball-stretcher was tightly grasped his
young scrotum. Two heavy lead weights, two-pounders Bob
estimated, were suspended from the stretcher. They drug
the boy's balls down several inches below where they
normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter,
ran from somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his
mouth. Finally, metal clips attached a chain to Ryan's
stretched-out nipples.
"Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up
good. Would you do that to me, too."
Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a
third finger deep into his pussy. Then using only those
digits and the palm of his hand cupping the lad's ass
he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark squealed
with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy
stretched by the thick invaders.
Bob set him down directly below another set of chains
and lowered them until he could secure the leather
cuffs to the boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly
leaving Bob's side because it meant the man's fingers
would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. A
nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark
swung by his wrists a foot and a half above the floor.
The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between
his suspended sons. They whispered as if they were
making secret plans for the nine year old. As was
intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and his
cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came
back with a leather gag that extended around Mark's
face and buckled in place. It also had a realistic six-
inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. Bob
picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked
smile showed it to his helpless son saying, "Today's
the day you take all three."
The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue
rubber ball that was about the size of a tennis ball
and baseball. A friend of Bob's had drilled holes
through all three. A nylon rope connected them and
knots in the rope held the balls in place.
The man had used the unique device on his son's pussy
twice, but neither time was the boy able to take
anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or
just the two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his
cunt first. However, neither time before had the lad's
cunt been so thoroughly fucked in preparation. Bob
considered using his fist to further prepare his son,
but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough.
"Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily
removing the gag from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ
attached a ball-stretcher to Mark's nuts that was
similar to and only slightly smaller than the one
torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to
answer, PJ clipped on a 12 oz. weight and let it drop
four inches. The nine year old's answer quickly became
a squeal of pain.
"AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had
subsided and the pleasure had begun, Mark said in an
almost dreamy voice, "Put the baseball in first dad. I
want it to stretch me real good and plow a lane for the
others."
Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag,
he coated the largest ball with lubricant and pressed
it against Mark's pussy. The ball was almost half the
size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob pressed hard,
relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and
pressed again.
This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a
second time. On the second try, he had gotten within
millimeters of having the widest part of it up his
son's cunt. He knew he could have pushed just a bit
harder and had the task complete, but he had two other
objectives as well.
For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was
his son's empty pussy after it had been so thoroughly
stretched. He could see the pink and red inner
membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness.
Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the
ball's raised seams. He had opened ten different boxes
at the store until he found this one and had selected
it for this feature. Mark admitted that he also loved
the burning sensation caused by the bright red
stitching.
On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with
surprising ease. The combination of the earlier
stretching and his dad's decision to push a little
harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed
the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole.
He pulled on the rope just a little and watched as the
entire area between his legs distended.
The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however.
That was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each
time, more and more of the ball was forcefully
extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain that another
fraction of an inch and it would pop free.
Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his
son by pulling on the ball, he gave him a rest before
beginning to work it deeper. He turned to PJ and told
him to get one of the glass rods. The older youth
smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He
brought him an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was
about the size of Ryan's catheter. That observation
brought the older boy back to mind and Bob took a
minute to inspect him.
Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's
stuffed ass sharply. A pink glow developed and he
caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two fingers to
grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching
it so hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I
cannot believe that my son. The fruit of my loins, the
progeny of this cock," he gripped his big dick and
shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting
excuse for a prick."
He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index finger
nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came
free and his father's mouth pressed against his. Their
kiss was deep and hard and tasted of boy-piss, the
catheter having done its job.
Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan
know how much he truly was loved said, "Now back to my
real son. The one who's going to have a real cock not
just an overgrown clit."
He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first
thing he noticed was the glass rod. Less than two
inches of the clear glass was visible where it extended
from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math
whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of
the boy's cock and that meant two more inches extended
even deeper inside. The ever present hard on and the
fresh tears attested to the implement's potential for
pleasure and pain.
Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy
coating of the white lubricant. He put it against
Mark's ass and with no preamble forced it up his son's
pussy. For a moment he thought the quick assault was
going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his
son's insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it
was almost as though Mark's cunt had sucked it out of
his hand.
The nine-year-old boy tried to scream, but little more
than a muffled grunt escaped from around the penis gag.
Mark would have instinctively tried to pull away from
the invasion of his pussy if he could have done so.
However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could
not control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob
watched as the second ball was drawn deeper into the
boy's pussy. The stretched opening was finally allowed
to close around the thin nylon rope.
"Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them
nice and wet and then make them really pull Mark's
nips. By this time next year they, like his cock,
should be bigger and meatier than his brother's."
PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then
sucked the young boy's nipples until they were nice and
hard. Two pumps worked and the tiny brown circles were
being stretched outward and the even tinier nipples
were filling with blood and other fluids.
"Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but
sexually thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best
to smile around the gag and cock that covered and
filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting any of the
lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and
around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the
challenge now was forcing the two big invaders already
in his pussy deeper so there would be room for the much
smaller third ball.
Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball
partially from his son's pussy. He did this several
times enjoying the look of the cunt as it stretched
open and the way the boy sucked the ball back inside
every time he let go.
Next the man used two fingers to open his son and push
the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by
immediate resistance the first several tries. On the
six or seventh, he felt the slender nine year-old frame
shudder and instantly there was a two inch gap between
the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips.
Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob
looked around to the front of Mark's body and saw that
PJ held his son's cock head tightly between his teeth.
The dark-skinned boy pulled back his kissable lips and
clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug
cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and
gave Mark a chance to recover from the pain, before
biting him again. This time Bob was ready and popped
the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the lips
closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the
child.
Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at
his totally stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe
all three of the balls were up the kid's cunt. He
figured he could probably handle all three, but he had
four years on the boy and his dad had been fucking him
since shortly after he was out of diapers.
Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and
gently sucked on it. The man moved slowly about the
room examining each of his captive sons. He made sure
PJ could follow his movements without having to release
his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son.
Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's
cunt, Bob said, "Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time
to say 'Hi'. But then you were a little preoccupied
when I got here weren't you? So how was school?"
Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His
dad volunteered to hold it. As the boy answered his
father's questions, the man alternately blew air into
and then sucked even more air out of the tube.
"It, oh... ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple
times and one of those was by Miss Henderson and that
foot-long dildo she likes to wear all day. She uses it
on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told Jason, Tyler
and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd
stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he
told him about coming here. I guess Syd then radioed
Brian. The three guys fucked me first and then they
went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy took
over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great
fuckers!"
"How you feeling now, son?"
"Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my
hole. I just know it's going to flood out when you
remove it."
"I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making
with dinner."
"Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had
somebody else to serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler,
you and I shot three loads of cum each into that
frosting for the little Mark's seventh birthday. I bet
those tykes still don't know why it tasted so good!"
"How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob
asked as he gently jostled to two weights.
"Ugh, good," the teen grunted.
"And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure
tastes like piss.
You use it already?"
"Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste,
but not nearly like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up
it goes, but when you sucked on it I thought you were
going to turn my bellybutton inside out." Father and
son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the
weights attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He
groaned as his dad put the catheter back in his mouth.
Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He
drew his hand and fingertips softly across the boy's
smooth cheeks and then lovingly cupped his chin.
Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, "You
do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy
started you the day you were brought home from the
hospital."
Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his
tiny ass. The man could feel the presence of the balls,
as the little boy butt seemed to have more resistance
than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were
swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny
balls were deep red and the skin above the stretcher
was pale white.
Without removing the gag, he asked, "And how is my
well-hung stud doing this evening?" Mark waited a
second for the rubber cock to be removed from his
mouth. When it was not, he did his best to again smile
and tell his dad how much fun he was having.
Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and
was thrilled that they enjoyed it just as much. His
next load of cum was slowly building in response to his
son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful cocksucking.
He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun
when the bell at the garage rang.
Only a select few sex friends and fiends knew about the
button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys'
names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed
to the more musical notes that came from the bell at
the front door. He wondered which of his buddies was
dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back?
The man again moved slowly across the room and into the
garage making certain PJ's mouth never left his cock.
He came to the extra large peephole and was pleasantly
surprised to see it was his cocksucker's handsome
father.
He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was
around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ.
Bob did notice a large silver SUV in the drive with
three or four men inside. He recognized it as the car
PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be friends of
the boy's dad.
Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a
broad smile and a cheery greeting. The man started to
step inside and reply when he realized his son was
right there! "Well," he sighed, even before greeting
Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where
my son is or if you've seen him." He was practically
laughing by the time he finished the rushed sentence.
Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people
seeing him naked or getting his cock sucked. He was
just a little worried some passing prude my call some
other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested for
child molestation.
"Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they
shook hands.
"I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an
appointment we have for tonight," he said, his eyes
meeting PJ's.
"Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard
cock and realized what his dad was talking about.
"Tonight's the night those men are in town from St.
Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'"
Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious
gay bar and male strip club about thirty miles away.
How could PJ and his dad, or more precisely PJ, get
into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's
confused look and said, "They have three very special,
very private secret rooms that can hold parties of
three to ten men where anything goes. The only rules
are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to hire
at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus
tips. After that, it's 'anything goes.'"
"Including bringing in a thirteen year-old boy?"
"Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody
consents and keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw
his son's 'Sweet 16' party their complete with four of
the boy's buddies, two of their dads and himself. Plus,
they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best
$1000 he ever spent."
"Wow!" was all Bob could say.
"Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late
and its costing my company $500 an hour for that 6'5"
blonde stud and the cute little Asian guy you like so
much! These men came to watch my boy dance and fuck
with two pros and then to have the three of you service
them."
"Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss,
cum and sweat.
Shouldn't I clean up first?"
"No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's
reeking of sweat and cum and if they can't handle a
little piss, fuck 'em."
PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed
his jeans. He struggled to get them on over his damp
and sticky body. As he did, his dad apologized to Bob
for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told him not
to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ
managed to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants,
but didn't bother with the zipper or his shirt. The two
men and the boy said their farewells.
Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of
the SUV. Even from a distance of thirty feet, he
clearly saw at least one hand slide into the open fly
of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back into
the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved
the load of cum PJ had so skillfully worked up.
"I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two
stuffed boy-cunts can stretch to handle old dad?" He
gripped his hard cock and gave it a couple strokes.
"Winner gets the creamy prize!"
The End.
I hope you liked this little fantasy. I know all the
guys in the story sure did. I think I've cum ten or
twelve times during the couple weeks I spent writing
and editing this tale. (Every drop sure tasted good!)
Let me know what you think. I can't promise to answer
every email, but I do read then all. I usually answer
those that have a little more to say than just, "Great
story," but I like getting them as well. Also, please
indicate the name of the story. I have several on Nifty
in the Bisexual and Gay Adult/Youth/, Incest and
Urination sections.
Comments, raves, suggestions or ideas. All are welcome.
Email me at xwriter2002@aol.com. I read then all, but
can't promise to always respond.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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