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A Lovely Day With Peter - 4
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Peter meets and services one of his fans. (M+/m, ped,
nc, rp, ws, huml)
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Peter knew what was coming the moment he walked in the
door. His eyes grew wide and his sweet lower lip
trembled. Seated on our couch was the most gross
individual he had ever seen. It had taken me quite some
time to hunt up this pervert. Almost five hundred
pounds of fat. A fifty year old balding fat slob.
Someone for Peter to play with.
Peter stood there in the door, his blond hair falling
over his sexy sweet face. He rubbed one tennis shoe on
the floor in nervous tension. He started to suck on his
lower lip. He was scared. Good.
"Peter, come here, I want you to meet a friend of mine.
A new friend of mine. This is Frank Krause. Frank, this
is Peter."
Peter moved over to the couch. Frank tried to lean
forward, but could hardly move. When he spoke, the
sound was thick with spittle. His mouth was small as
were his eyes. He blinked his tiny beady eyes, looking
Peter up and down.
"I've seen you on the website, Peter. It is so nice to
meet you in person. You are a beautiful model, Peter."
I had put Photos of Peter modeling with his blue
bathrobe on the internet, hoping to attract perverts,
and boy did I ever luck out. We were swamped with
emails from guys all over the world who wanted to fuck
Peter. Fuck him and do other fun things with him.
"You see, Peter, I told you I would make you a pop
star. So many men know about you already." I smiled.
Peter held out his pale sensitive teenage hand, and it
was enveloped in the sweaty fat paw of the fat freak on
the couch. Fat man Frank didn't want to let go of the
hand.
"Oh my, what a soft, sweet hand you have. Is this the
hand you jerk off with Peter?" Peter stood there
dumbstruck.
"Answer the man, Peter." I insisted.
"Yes, Sir." Peter stammered. He was so fucking cute
when he was upset.
"I'll just bet you jerk off all the time, don't you. At
school, at home...at...all the time." Frank let go of
the boy's hand but then cupped Peter's dick and ball
lump in his jeans. He started to squeeze and rub. Peter
knew better than to pull away. He had to stand there
and let the old fat fuck feel his fourteen year old
fucker.
"Do you Peter? Do you jerk your prick all the time?" I
moved behind the boy and eased him closer to the
repulsive man.
"Ugh, pretty much, I guess. Whenever dale tells me to."
"We are currently switching Peter to home schooling and
then will have him eventually drop out. That way he'll
have so much more time to jerk his teen dick and fuck
and suck."
The fat man grunted. "Ugh, good. That's what a little
fuck slut like Peter should be doing all day and night.
Fucking and sucking and licking and rimming, and shit
like that. All the time. You are a little slut Peter. I
saw what a slut you were in those modeling photos. I
said to myself, Frank, that fourteen year old boycunt
is a fucking cock slut. Why don't you undress for me
and show me how pretty you are."
Peter stood there without responding just a few seconds
too long. I had to slap him to get him going. He peeled
off his shirt and undershirt, showing his pale boy
chest with those two brown nipples that so turned me
on. They were a bit red today because I had been
sucking on them pretty intensely just that morning. I
usually fucked Peter before he went to school. I liked
the idea that he kept my cum up his ass all day in
classes.
Peter kicked off his tennis shoes and peeled off his
white socks. His feet are so sexy, as you can see from
the photos. Then he dropped his jeans. I didn't allow
him to wear underpants to school. Frank let out of
whistle when he saw Peter's cock cage, and the big
black butt plug up his tiny boy ass.
"This is how he goes to school?" He wheezed, his breath
ragged with lust.
"Of course. Can't have him playing with his clit and
cunt in school. I unlocked the cock cage, and the
moment it was off, Peter's sweet teen prick rose to
rock hard erection. He had not cum in ever so long. I
slid the butt plug out of the boy's ass. Peter moaned.
"Peter, I will put your butt plug over here on the book
case for you to lick clean later. Mr. Krause may want
to kiss you, and I don't think he will like your shit
on your breath."
Fat Frank Krause chuckled. "Oh, I've had worse." His
hand went out and he cupped Peter's naked scrotum.
"Such a smooth fucksack. So pretty. So full of cum." He
rolled Peter's balls in his scrotum. It must have
either hurt Peter or cause a wave of sexual need to go
through him, because he closed his eyes and rose up on
his naked toes.
"Even prettier than your photos. Turn around. Let me
see your pussy."
Peter turned and automatically bent at the waist. He
reached back and spread his young ass globes. He was
learning.
"So well trained. My, my, that's a good little
cuntling. What a pretty pussy you have." He stuck a
pudgy digit into Peter's ass pucker. Then he pulled the
boy to him and stuck his fat face into the kid's
asscrack. He sucked on Peter's ass for some time. Peter
was not used to this. In our home. He was the one who
sucked ass.
When the boy's asshole was slick with spit, Frank
fucked two fat fingers in and out of the boy's cunt as
hard and fast as he could. I loved the strained look on
Peter's face. I couldn't resist giving Peter a deep
tongue kiss. Then I whispered in his delicate shell
like ear, "Be a good boy and give Mr. Krause everything
he wants."
It took some effort to get Frank Krause naked. Rolls of
fat sagged in gigantic waves. His stomach hung so low
his eight inch dick was totally hidden by it. He
smelled so gross I almost had to leave the room. So I
decided that Peter should give him a tongue bath. Peter
looked very sick as he knelt before the fat slob and
started on his feet. From carrying around all that
weight all day, Frank's feet were calloused and
yellowed and filthy.
Peter knew he had no choice. It was even worse when he
had to lick up the fat body, get his tongue in between
the rolls of flesh, suck on the fat armpits and more.
The worse of course was Frank's ass. We rolled Frank
onto our spare bed. He lay on his stomach like a
beached whale, and I instructed Peter to lick and suck
the man's ass clean.
Frank was in Heaven. He had never had such a wonderful
experience in his entire pathetic life. "Oh you fucking
hole you. Peter, you fucked up boytwat, get that tongue
deeper in my ass. Lick out my shithole, you face fuck!"
Several times Peter looked to me for mercy, but a stern
look from me, got him back sucking ass, and then balls
and cock.
Getting Franks' eight inch fuckmeat into Peter's pussy
was another matter. How to get the belly out of the
way? We ended up with Peter standing bent over, ass up,
and Frank standing behind him fucking down into him.
Actually, Peter did all the work. Frank just stood
there, grunting and moaning in ecstasy.
Peter had to kind of do half squats and then rise up to
get the full eight inches in him. Halfway through the
fuck, Frank decided he wanted a cock suck instead. So
Peter knelt below the mountain of fat and sucked. I had
to laugh because his whole head was invisible behind
the fat stomach.
Frank shot, and Peter dutifully swallowed. We relaxed
and had drinks, and then Frank wanted to try fucking
again. This time he shot a heavy load up Peter's ass.
He was so happy I didn't make him wear a condom that he
almost cried. "There is nothing like filling a boy ass
with scalding dick spooge."
Peter was pretty worn out by then. He'd had to bear the
weight of the fat man during most of the fuck.
Then Frank said almost shyly. "You have made my dream
come true. How can I ever thank you. I wonder if it
would be too much to ask... may I... might I... have a
piss in Peter's mouth?"
I smiled. "Of course. Peter would be delighted,
wouldn't you, Peter."
Peter looked green, like he was going to vomit any
minute. But he knew he dare not. He knelt and opened
his pretty young mouth to be pissed into like a urinal.
Later, after Frank had left, I told Peter, that this
experience might teach him how lucky he was to have me.
He agreed completely and sucked my ass with much
enthusiasm.
To be continued?
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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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